clawed_progeny:


Keiji was currently meditating as the knock to his chamber reached his ears. "Enter".

His attendent, Shinsuke, entered and promptly prostrated himself, hands and face to the floor. "Deathstrike-sama, our contact at the Consulate has informed us that the Wolverine's son will be arriving in Japan within the week."

Keiji didn't smile or show any sign that he was pleased. He took no pleasure in any of this. It was an obligation, nothing more. "Good. Tell our contact I want the time of his arrival and the location of where he will be staying. Tell him if he does this, his debt to me is repaid."

"As you command my lord." Shinsuke was about to leave, but chose to report something else. "Our sources have also found something of that woman you encountered weeks ago."

Keiji, despite himself, was interested. "What did you learn?"

"Her name is Amiko Kobayashi and she is a member of the Yashida clan. Apparently she was..Mariko Yashida's adoptive daughter."

Keiji felt his stomach go cold. That incident was certainly not the Hand's proudest moment. He had only been a child at the time, but he had read about what happened. She had many reasons to oppose his efforts. Not that he really blamed her, but such was the hand Fate dealt.

"Also my lord, apparently she along with her comrades in the Big Hero Six were responsible for the downfall of Jushiro Yashida and his syndicate revival plans. Lords Nobumasa and Hidetaka are already making plans to seize his former operations. My lord, may i recommend that we.."

"Stop there, Shinsuke. I have no desire to chase after his scraps. Let them wallow in their underworld dealings." Keiji suddenly had a thought. It was an odd one, almost whimsical, but he wanted tyo do it. "Send her a token of congratulations on the restoration of her clan's honor. We have an old calligraphy set that once belonged to the ancient Yashidas..send that."

"Deathstrike-sama, the other may ob..as you wish. Anonymous, I assume?"

"You assume, correctly. You may leave."

"As you say, Deathstrike-sama." Shinsuke bowed a final time before exiting.

Yes his fellows would question it and voice their annoyance, however Keiji knew all too well the importance of restoring one's family's honor. He did not look forward to their next meeting. There were a lot of things he didn't look forward to. However..that was just the way things were.

burnwithlight:

Lying on Andrew's bed while he was distracted by something, Gio was taking a brief afternoon break with a book of poetry in one hand and an apple in the other hand when suddenly she has to set the apple down and gnash her teeth. "What an idiot," she said, with more vehemence than more people tend to show against the protagonists of ballads. Apparently, after everything the heroine went through -- including sacrificing her life -- to get her beloved safely away from the enemy, he responded by charging right back in the midst of enemy territory, all rage, no plan, and was promptly killed as well. No respect for his girlfriend and her efforts at all. Moron.

She looks over to Andrew at his desk. "You are never pulling this nonsense on me. If I kill myself saving you, you'd better stay saved for at least a full day or you're going to regret it."

The passion of her temper might prevent Gio from seeing what a terribly weird subject this is to raise all of a sudden.

dark_of_winter:

Sigurdur Hogunson returned to the Golden City the moment the messenger found him. The All-Father demanded his presence immediately and Sigurdur's mind raced with the implications. He was not a wise man, and therefore did not know why the Lord of Asgard needed him. Questions arose in his mind during his ride to Odin's hall, but no answers presented themselves.

He hoped that he had not displeased his lord and master.

He arrived at the hall and was admitted without further word. No one spoke to him, but their glances asked the same question that stuck in Sigurdur's mind.

Why? 

When he reached Odin's throne, Sigurdur stopped at a respectable distance and slammed his fist to his heart, taking a knee and kneeling before his liege.

"I, Sigurdur Hogunson, present myself to thee, my King. How may I serve Asgard this day?" he asks in greeting.