Post by Fuuma Kyosuke on Feb 28, 2010 2:27:42 GMT -5
The trail had become warm the past few days, which caused the Fuuma Deceiver to smile broadly. His quarry finally began making mistakes. Clad in the dark clothes that he was so accustomed to wearing, he followed the Jovian spy through the streets, watching him carefully, waiting for that correct moment. Few even realized he was there, or if they did they had little thought that he might be a threat to anyone. A mistake the servant of R'tir did not expect to be his last.
The man turned into an alley, and Kyosuke followed him in. The Shadows welcomed their friend greatly, for even as he began to bring the knife to the back of his prey, the man did not even notice. The Knife pressed softly in as the Fuuma samurai wrapped his arm around the mans neck. "Your moments here are at an end. Where has your master gone?"
No answer. No words came out of the man's mouth. Only a soft fizzing noise. Kyosuke recognized it immediately, and quickly dropped the man from his grasp, his face betraying no hint of emotion. "Eating poison to prevent having to talk, neh? How unsurprising. Still," he says with a sigh as he picks up the body and hides it deeper within the shadows of the alley, "I suppose I cannot discount his loyalty to his lord, even if the man has long since disappeared. Frustrating." The former Scorpion flipped his kimono out, revealing the colors of the Fuuma as well as the identifying mons once more. He places a red mask on his face and begins walking through the streets once more. It is as if he never did anything at all...
The man turned into an alley, and Kyosuke followed him in. The Shadows welcomed their friend greatly, for even as he began to bring the knife to the back of his prey, the man did not even notice. The Knife pressed softly in as the Fuuma samurai wrapped his arm around the mans neck. "Your moments here are at an end. Where has your master gone?"
No answer. No words came out of the man's mouth. Only a soft fizzing noise. Kyosuke recognized it immediately, and quickly dropped the man from his grasp, his face betraying no hint of emotion. "Eating poison to prevent having to talk, neh? How unsurprising. Still," he says with a sigh as he picks up the body and hides it deeper within the shadows of the alley, "I suppose I cannot discount his loyalty to his lord, even if the man has long since disappeared. Frustrating." The former Scorpion flipped his kimono out, revealing the colors of the Fuuma as well as the identifying mons once more. He places a red mask on his face and begins walking through the streets once more. It is as if he never did anything at all...