your_talents:

Lisa got out of the town car and told the driver to put it on her usual tab. She was fresh off another modeling gig to pay off the date she'd lined up from the auction. She told herself it was a good cause, even though she knew she'd be telling herself that even more intently if she didn't get a 'taste' of her date. She also needed to have a 'talk' with Julian to further figure out what the two of them were.

Plenty of time for that, and freshening up for her date. The shoot had let her borrow a simply stunning black number that she'd be treating her date's eyes to. Possibly hands as well. She smirked as the car pulled away.

She had taken five steps when the rushing air was all the warning she got. Hands grabbed her from behind and the block blurred past. She was shoved into the front of a building and dragged across it for several yards, before being thrown to the ground.

The damage to the building itself showed that if not for the super-strength she'd helped herself to earlier in the day, there would be plenty of herself embedded in it. As it was, her clothes were all but destroyed and her belongings were thrown across the street. Her breath had been pulled out of her by the shock and the velocity.

Her attacker was silent, dressed all in black. They seemed to hesitate before speaking. "You need to shut your mouth and stop asking questions Stick to being pretty on tv." Their voice is muffled by the mask. They take off again, leaving car alarms screaming in their wake.

Lisa's eyes are wide with disgust, rage, and panic. She slams a fist into the ground, letting out a scream of frustration as the pavement cracks. She pulls her clothes, what's left of them, around her. Mercifully, her phone had survived.

She calls Julian.

hotlittlehands:

She got the message about her father's calls after coming in from an official assignment.  It was a shock, at first, to realize taht Jushiro had sunk so far, even if she'd known he was garbage.  She thought very unkindly of many in her adopted clan -- of anyone who didn't believe that Lady Mariko had fully and completely restored the honor of Clan Yashida by her efforts and her sacrifices. -- but Jushiro was a special sort of scum.  But this was a new low.  As she obtained more information about what had happened, Amiko felt terrible that she hadn't been there to help. At least they were safe now.

But as she realized that Jushiro was both utterly inaccessible and still essentially in control of clan operations, she knew one thing she had to do.

When she'd finished drafting the letter, she opened communication to the rest of the team. "Please meet me in the briefing room. I would appreciate it."