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Post by lunaprince on Jun 2, 2009 23:57:10 GMT -5
Himitsu had just gotten off the plane she was quite irritated with the horrid service and was half tempted to kill the stewardess.The jet lag was cause her to get into an even worse mood then before. When she was at the German military base the previous afternoon. She sighed and picked up her bags and waked out to the open s pace that was the Tokyo Settlement. "Finally, i swear if i hadn't booked a hotel then i would've taken my time getting a better, more comfortable flight" She said complaing to no one in particular. "First things first, where the hell do these Japanisch keep their city maps". Himitsu soon found the city maps and took one looking it over thoroughly."This place is nothing like Mein Haus back in Germany" Himitsu said as she looked over the map again.
"Scheiße" She said as she one of the papers from the maps fell out and disappeared being blown away by the wind."Verdammter Wind" She muttered under her breath "Oh well" she sighed and grabbed another map. She waited for the wind to settle before moving to an open space tiring to catch a cab.
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Post by anderson on Jun 4, 2009 13:23:33 GMT -5
In contrast to an irritated German visitor. Anderson had quite the fabulous and relaxing flight as all flights had to turn all the way around to give-way to the royal airlines. The reason of the horrid service was because of the royal treatment Anderson's got. He was just paying a visit to get some wine from Area 11 rather than anything else!
He had his very own personal terminal to go through. For royalty anyways. All because of his connections to Emperor Alastair, he's treated royally. Now after going straight through the airlines in his flamboyantly red coat. Once he exits, his face is greeted by a stray piece of paper flying from the direction of the angry German girl he isn't aware of or hasn't seen.
He twitched twice, grabbed a tight hold over the map before shoving it down the garbagebin. Now to look for the perpetrator who has thrown the map to his gloriously handsome face! Walking the opposite direction of the wind. He found himself mesmerized in the sight of the visitor who had an unnatural green hair. Perhaps it's hair dye or she was born in a freak conjecturally unnatural birth. Either ways, he's fine with it. He just found himself a challenge.
In a sudden moment, a blonde man pops right up in between Himitsu and the map she was holding (assuming she was holding it.) He was giving that perpetual smirk to her.
"Can I have that map? Because I just got lost in your eyes." He just dropped the cheesiest line of the century. Perhaps a slap is in order, or perhaps a scoff, or by a rare chance, perhaps acceptance!
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Post by lunaprince on Jun 4, 2009 13:48:34 GMT -5
As himitsu looked at the map she was holding, she sighed. How in the bloody hell was she going to get to her hotel with a map that didn't make any sense. Lucky for her, she had some family here, Thank god for her mixed bloodline. As she was holding the map and trying to understand it, her thoughts were interrupted by a passerby. "Can I have that map? Because I just got lost in your eyes." He just dropped the cheesiest line of the century. She should slapped him, she should at least scoff at him, But she couldn't find it in her nature to do that. All she could do was laugh, and uncontrollably at that. She had never laughed like that since she was a child. She whipped a tear from her eye. "I'm sorry sir but you must be one of the most ridiculous men I've ever meet" She said looking him over. A normal sized man, Blonde hair, Smug grin plastered on his face,and an overly Flamboyant red coat. He looked like the average royal, or at least a noble, she sighed. For some reason this man intrigued her, she wanted to get to know him more. "The name's Miss Rohen, your kinda interesting are you will to give up your name?" She said smiling at him and putting away the map in her bag. She turned to look at him, waiting for his reply.
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Jun 4, 2009 14:20:37 GMT -5
Sakura sighed loudly as she stepped down from the plane, adjusting the rucksack over her shoulder. Tea. She needed tea. Now. Staring up at the sky, Sakura took a deep breath as a faint smile graced her face. Japan. She was back home. Having their leader sudden go MIA without telling them anything, Sakura had taken it upon herself to go gallivanting around, in hopes of seeing their oh so beloved masked man. Plus she had some business to deal with pseudo officials down in Germany. And of course, she simply had to restock her German tea stock.
‘I swear when I get my hands on him, I’ll kill him…’ Sakura thought darkly as she muttered some incoherent words under her breath. Seriously! She could understand Zero not telling the rest of the Black Knights where he poofed off to, but her? What was the point of her being second in command if he felt he couldn’t confide in her? Him not telling her crap made Sakura’s life more difficult as well. Some members were becoming restless, feeling that Zero abandoned them. Trying to convince people to stay was hard enough. Add lack of knowledge despite being Commander in Chief only rose the difficulty bar six notches.
Sighing again, Sakura muttered a few more curses involving using intestines and violin strings as she scanned the area for the closest tea shack. Or anything resembling one. It didn’t have to be freshly brewed, all she needed was a nice hot cup of her beloved beverage. “Maybe I oughtta get Anju-san some coffee too…” The Indian techie loved her Joe as much as Sakura loved her brew…it was only polite for her to bring Anju a cup.
Now as for why a runaway was taking a trip to Germany via public services rather than a private jet, was simple: it was least expected. Sakura was known to use the back roads when traveling nowadays; very rarely did she go in places where she would be easily recognized. It was because she was known to be this paranoid that Sakura felt she could travel with ease. Officials would be too busy searching for some sort of unregistered plane, while she would be right in front of their noses. It was risky, but so far it had been worth it. Nothing major had occurred so far, no unwanted faces resurfacing, no rendezvous that would be unpleas-
A sudden sound of slight grumbling and rustling of paper caused Sakura to whirl her head to the right, her hand immediately going for her sword out of reflex. What she saw however, caused her eyebrows to raise heavenwards. There, in all his arrogant glory, was the one man Sakura would die to see hanging from one of Anju’s creations, painted in techo colors, complete with feathers. Anderson. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she saw the man strode along the terminal, as if he owned the bloody thing (thought odds were, given his status, he did but that didn’t matter…) and her hand itched towards the hilt of her sword. Oh, how she would just love to go up there right now and give the man a haircut...but doing so would draw attention to herself, something she was trying to avoid. For now, she would have to suck up her pride and just act as if she had never seen him. Oh but the temptation….
It would seem that karma was not being a bitch today. For Sakura just witnessed perhaps the most priceless thing this century. Well, one of the most. Darling Blondie kissing paper. The reason? Angry green-haired chick. Sakura’s mouth twitched in amusement as she bit her cheek to prevent herself from snorting loudly and she mentally applauded the young woman. Seeing the paper suddenly collide with the man’s face was enough of a vindication for Sakura. Sighing contently to herself, Sakura began to speed walk in the same direction of Blondie (as his path was the only way to the exit) when her ears caught something ten times more amusing.
"Can I have that map? Because I just got lost in your eyes." Sakura paused mid-step, her jaw dropped. He did not. He did not! Sakura’s mouth began to quiver slightly as she tried to hold in the laughter, but to no avail. A full blown, mocking filled, laugh soon could be heard from the Commander of the Black Knights. Slapping a hand over her mouth, just for politeness’ sake, Sakura raised an amused eyebrow, a smirk gracing her face as she eyed Anderson square in the face.
“Regular Cassanova, aren’t you…” her smirk grew wider. “Ne, Blondie?”
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Post by anderson on Jun 4, 2009 14:50:08 GMT -5
"I'm sorry sir but you must be one of the most ridiculous men I've ever meet." She said. Anderson smiled in delight. Another cheesy line to pop up and she'll laugh more. Another great sign that they're getting along as strangers. From Anderson's point of view and the way her body language is, he can tell she's never smiled a lot. She doesn't have a lot of wrinkles or crows feet to indicate facial muscles used so often for a pleasing way of showing one's delight.
"The name's Miss Rohen, your kinda interesting are you will to give up your name?" A name. Another indication that there's a sort of bonding or the like between him and her. Best to pop up another cheesy line, given her pauper status (he isn't aware of her real status), she'd be in his arms begging for more cheesy jokes. Perhaps another admirer.
"That's quite the lovely name you have there. Name's Mister Anderson, although I don't have the prefix of Sir due to my non-noble lineage." He explained with a smirk, "Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" He asked, another one of Anderson's very golden lines from his very golden book; his mind.
It was to his knowledge, someone was laughing as well! Perhaps another sexy-looking admirer? His eyes first looked from the cornermost. At first, all he saw was red and a very feminine curve. Another possibly good-looking member of the opposite sex he should impress with his golden lines.
"If you want to call me a Cassanova, may I call you-- shit!" Anderson's eyes twitched twice as his head was fully turned around to face his rival. He gave a half-assed fake smile to her, albeit with a fake enthusiasm as well followed by it.
"Why hello there dearie, how have you been? How have you been coping without me? Did the very thoughts of spending time apart give you the chills down your spine?" Anderson asked with a convincingly non-sarcastic voice. He was quite "friendly" to Sakura.
It was all because of "that" day. It was where he met her for the first and presumably the last day. Minus this day. It took place in a certain lake. Anderson was following Hebe, his partner in "crime". She left off to do an activity of God-knows-what, all to be discovered through the form of kidnapping a member of royalty.
It was where a spontaneous number of events happened, and he's done many almost-impossible things. One of them happens to be swimming across a lake without surfacing for air much. Another was escaping a woman who's angered. As the saying goes, "Hell hath no fury such as a women's scorn". That woman... or more appropriately termed "girl" was the redhead; Sakura. Traitor to the Britannian army. Former Knight of the Round table, and a good looking girl he loathes due to his dislike of her. Scratch that, extreme dislike of her very stench, her very personality, but not her looks. (As silly as that sounds.)
"Well Miss Rohan, as you can see here, this is Miss Shizuka, deserter, traitor AND a lovely lady if I say so myself. She's quite the stalker as you can see, she follows me wherever I go." Phillippe said while still facing the feisty one, it was mostly a smug statement than anything else to tick off Sakura.
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Post by lunaprince on Jun 4, 2009 16:32:20 GMT -5
"That's quite the lovely name you have there. Name's Mister Anderson, although I don't have the prefix of Sir due to my non-noble lineage." He explained with a smirk, "Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" She smiled at him after saying that, so he wasn't a noble snob after all. Finally someone who she could communicate with who wasn't a total snob. Before she could reply she heard a woman's laughter not to far from her and Anderson. She probably overheard Anderson's map line.
“Regular Cassanova, aren’t you…” her smirk grew wider. “Ne, Blondie?” The woman said as she stayed a distance from them.
"If you want to call me a Cassanova, may I call you-- shit!" She was Anderson's eyes twitched twice as his head was fully turned around to face the woman. Apparently they knew each other from somewhere, from the way he ended his statement they didn't seem to be on good terms. Suddenly Anderson's tone changed as he turned to talk to the woman again. Now Himitsu was convinced that her Japan experience would be an interesting one."Why hello there dearie, how have you been? How have you been coping without me? Did the very thoughts of spending time apart give you the chills down your spine?". He was definitely a smooth-talker but she had always loved to crowd herself with men of his company for her many more "private" reasons."Well Miss Rohan, as you can see here, this is Miss Shizuka, deserter, traitor AND a lovely lady if I say so myself. She's quite the stalker as you can see, she follows me wherever I go." Himitsu giggled at how Anderson had introduced these women to each other. From the look of things she wasn't going the the hotel anytime soon.
She saluted miss Shizuka with a cold indifference then realized what she was doing. Her years in the military had destroyed what social skill she had. "Schade" after Saluting Miss Shizuka "i didn't mean to salute, Force of habit" She said smiling lightly hoping they wouldn't question her about it. "Groß ließ ich mich schrauben" She muttered as she sighed, she had just gotten to japan and was already giving away her former status.
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Jun 4, 2009 22:10:02 GMT -5
"If you want to call me a Cassanova, may I call you-- shit!" Sakura smiled all too sweetly, waving mockingly as she saw Anderson’s eyes turn the size of saucers. Ah, how lovely it was to see the man become disheveled~
"Why hello there dearie, how have you been? How have you been coping without me? Did the very thoughts of spending time apart give you the chills down your spine?" While still maintaining its sunny disposition, Sakura’s face began to twitch slightly out of reflex. Particularly in the eye region.
‘That little shitface….’ it took everything in Sakura’s willpower to not retort to Mr. Full of Himself’s statement. As tempting as it was to publicly humiliate the man, especially given their history, Sakura knew that the consequences of satisfying her urge for revenge made the whole endeavor to be pointless. After all, she didn’t fancy dealing with the pig heads back at Base. Although she was currently dealing with perhaps the biggest pig head of them all.
"Well Miss Rohan, as you can see here, this is Miss Shizuka, deserter, traitor AND a lovely lady if I say so myself. She's quite the stalker as you can see, she follows me wherever I go.” Ugh. Vanity. This guy was full of it. Sakura fought the urge to roll her eyes at the man. Instead, she put on a fake touched look, complete with teary eyes and hand held to heart.
“Aww, Blondie-kuunnn….that has to be the sweetest thing you have ever said about me!” She cooed as she strode over to where Anderson and Green-haired chick (who looked amused by all of this) were standing. Reaching upwards, Sakura slung her right arm around his neck firmly, essentially having the man in a headlock. Her left hand grabbed Anderson’s right cheek, a sweet smile (that was dripping with sarcasm) still present on her face. “You little…sweetpea” she said through grit teeth as she pinched down and tugged. Hard. Letting go, Sakura slap-patted Anderson twice on the cheek, her eyes no longer holding fake amusement. Giving Anderson a dry look, Sakura rubbed her thumb and index finger from that hand that had just touched Anderson’s face together, as if cleaning them. “Note to self: bring hand sanitizer when traveling…” She raised an eyebrow slightly. “You never know when you might need it.”
The sound of giggling caused Sakura to turn her head over to Green-Haired One standing by Anderson. Immediately, Sakura bit back a sound of disgust. Ugh. Giggles? The girl was actually giggling at Anderson? Sakura looked back over at Anderson, her eyes scanning him up and down once. She immediately made a disgusted face. God…were people freaking blind or something? What the hell was so appealing about this man that clearly had this little one star struck? Sakura mentally shrugged. Whatever. If the lady fancied arrogant-sleazy-vain men, then she found the perfect guy. Bonzais were in order.
Noticing the girl give Sakura a salute in greeting caused the young Commander to raise an eyebrow slightly in surprise. Well. That was…interesting. "I didn't mean to salute, Force of habit"
“Uh huh.” Sakura said simply, staring at the girl for a few seconds, her mind calculating what her eyes were seeing. Well…the girl looked like she could put up a fight. Not too skinny, but not bodybuilder-esque either. Her hands weren’t as soft looking as a normal girl of her age would have been…they had a slight roughness to them. Just like Sakura’s. Sakura’s eyes showed understanding as she drew up a simple conclusion in her mind: the girl was somehow involved with the military. Whether it be past or present, the woman had a history with a gun and clearly did not wish to talk about it. But old habits die hard, or as the saying goes, and saluting was a common form of greeting in the military. Sakura could relate to this woman quite easily.
Nodding her greeting, Sakura offered the woman a gentle smile. She knew the woman did not want to mention the military. This desire was mutual. “Pleased to meet you, Rohen-san. “ She said, bowing a second time out of respect. Emerald eyes flashing between Rohen and Anderson, Sakura resisted the urge for an eye twitch. “Well. It seems that you two are getting along so well…I best be off now. Ah, before I leave, I have a little advice for you Rohen-san….” Sakura’s expression changed from somewhat friendly to dead serious in .5 seconds. “Don’t. Just don’t.” She flashed a glance at Anderson, her nose crinkling slightly. “Trust me when I say that man is nothing but a self-conceited, arrogant ass-wipe.” Sakura placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. “If the dip-shit type is your type, then you have my blessings. But if you are as sane as you look, you should look elsewhere.”
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Post by lunaprince on Jun 4, 2009 22:34:50 GMT -5
“Uh huh.” Is what Miss Shizuka's reply was to her attempt to ignore the saluting Gesture. “Pleased to meet you, Rohen-san. “Miss Shizuka bowed and seems to look her over. Probably checking if she was military material, which of course she looked it. She had that average military women look about her, No one would ever guess she was the German's sick and twisted version of captain America. She saw Misses Shizuka's eye twitch in what seemed like disgust.“Well. It seems that you two are getting along so well…I best be off now. Ah, before I leave, I have a little advice for you Rohen-san….” Oh no, she didn't want her interesting encounter with these people to end so quickly, she Miss Shizuka was about to continue speaking she had to think of a way of keeping her there.“Don’t. Just don’t.” She flashed a look at Anderson then looked back at her. “Trust me when I say that man is nothing but a self-conceited, arrogant ass-wipe.” Miss Shizuka placed a hand on the Her shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. “If the dip-shit type is your type, then you have my blessings. But if you are as sane as you look, you should look elsewhere.” She laughed again at the thought of sleeping with Mr.Anderson. She had just met him and she wasn't going to open her legs to him that quick. That'd be shameful Himitsu thought as she looked at Miss Shizuka.From the glare she had been given before by this woman she could tell she had seen war just as she has, she definitely need to become friends with this woman. "Of course Miss Shizuka, But i would never do such a thing, I'm Engaged" Himitsu said waving the rock of an engagement ring she had on her hand. "I apperacte you looking out for me. I just got here but if possible maybe we could have Tea? If it's not too much trouble at the moment?" She said ash she brushed her hair back. "Of course, Mr. Anderson, you too are welcome to come to Tea, we can go to the lake kawaguchi Hotel, It's where I'll be staying so please i would be honored if you joined me" Himitsu said all this hoping to get to know the interesting pair in front of her alot better.
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Post by anderson on Jun 5, 2009 5:40:26 GMT -5
“Aww, Blondie-kuunnn….that has to be the sweetest thing you have ever said about me!” How delightful. It seems she returns this same enthusiasm towards him... a little bit too much though. Anderson was just doodling now, smirking over this tension. He just liked the vibe coming from it... until he found himself in a headlock with the feisty red head's arms. How mundane.
“You little…sweetpea.” A bit too far now. Perhaps this little shenanigans calls for a bit of a revenge. His precious, precious face has been touched by a vile, dirty Eleven! Especially given Anderson how he is, he'll definitely pursue revenge, just has to be patient to do it. Given that patience is everything to plan in a revenge. As the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold.
He was enthusiastic now as he was let go by the feisty one. A smile, no dry look. It's just that arrogant smile that dictates his vain nature, his arrogant nature, his usual personality. So if that's the way she wants to play it, that's the way she'll get it. All he can do now is give a smirk and a slitted glare at her, a fake happy expression per se.
"Aww, I can say the same thing about you, booger bear." He teased back at Sakura during her disgusted face intermission. An insult to the wound if one would say. "Maybe next time, I can show you a good time just like our one and only time at the lake. I bet it was such a thrill, you'd like to have one JUST like that once more." He teased even further, pressing unto Sakura's buttons. Delighted that this is ruffling her feathers.
She was his hated rival. He knows it. She knows it. It will be time until there will be the last and final encounter. It should probably be a sword duel in the middle of a rope bridge bound to collapse on a large bottomless chasm in the meadows of a desert-like valleys or lava. He sees himself winning her in the end and getting away with it. The most noble-like victory he aims to pursue over Sakura. That's how he envisions it, that's how he aims to finish it. If it's anything less than that, he'll be sorely disappointed.
“Well blah-blah-blah-blah-dy blah blah, blah blah, yap yap, blah blah-advice- yap yap Rohan-san.” Anderson just wasn't listening at the moment. Only parts he caught was about the advice... then the fact he referred to her as Rohan-san piqued his interest as he paid attention even more to her. “Don’t. Just don’t.” That calls for it, a revenge is at hand! “Trust me when I say that man is nothing but a self-conceited, arrogant ass-wipe.” Oh, now she is trying to act all MATERNAL with ble-ssed pre-cious. “If the dip-shit type is your type, then you have my blessings. But if you are as sane as you look, you should look elsewhere.”
"That's it! I've had enough!" He mentally screamed in anguish, all the while his face is putting up a convincing front of obliviousness. He paced a bit back where he's out of hearing distance. Popping out of his pocket his cell phone, he dials for three numbers. These three numbers were that of the police. All the while Anderson was smirking all too weasel-like. Covering his mouth to make sure the traitorous red-head doesn't know that she's being snitched on, he whispered unto the phone about a dangerous terrorist 2nd-in-command being in the airport. He described her as a feisty red-head. She wore casual clothing, and has Asian-features coupled with Britannian ethnic roots. Once he finished his description. He was content to be informed by the police that they'll be on their way pronto, all the while Anderson paced right back so casually, he was almost unnoticeable from the way he subtly carried out all of these actions. Having neglected to her what Miss Rohan has to say to Sakura, except for just a few dialogue lines.
"Of course, Mr. Anderson, you too are welcome to come to Tea, we can go to the lake kawaguchi Hotel, It's where I'll be staying so please i would be honored if you joined me" Ah, how delightfully great. He'll be having tea-time with a posh-looking lady. She had class. The looks. AND the sense of humour. What more can you ask for in what Anderson would envision as the perfect posh lady?
"Why I'd be honoured to join you. Although, I'd have to say we need to wait in here before we leave. It's quite breezy and windy right outside. I wouldn't want the wind to put you in a rather inconveniant situation..." He paused, a sudden gloomy atmosphere surrounded him as he gave an eery smile to Sakura, "Isn't that right, Miss Shizuka?" He asked with slitted eyes. That smile was an indication of displeasure from the rebel leader.
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Jun 5, 2009 15:38:36 GMT -5
"Aww, I can say the same thing about you, booger bear." Sakura felt her eye twitch at the nickname. ‘Booger Bear?’ Ugh. Sakura suppressed the urge to vomit for the umpteenth time that night. "Maybe next time, I can show you a good time just like our one and only time at the lake. I bet it was such a thrill, you'd like to have one JUST like that once more.” Emerald eyes snapped to Anderson, livid being an understatement. Oh, so now he wants to bring that incident, does he? ‘Scumbag…’ she thought as she opened her mouth to retort, but a voice cut her off.
"Of course Miss Shizuka, But I would never do such a thing, I'm Engaged" Sakura turned her head back to the green-haired girl by her, an eyebrow shot up. Ah. So she was taken. Well…that was somewhat comforting, but given Asswipe’s nature, Sakura highly doubted a little shiny rock would stop him. Sakura bit back the bile that threatened to make itself present. "I appreciate you looking out for me. I just got here but if possible maybe we could have Tea? If it's not too much trouble at the moment?" Sakura’s ears visibly perked up. Tea? The word alone caused heaven’s bells to ring. But alas, Sakura would have to refuse. After all, she was a wanted fugitive in an airport, standing next to a man who could very well be calling authorit- “Of course, Mr. Anderson, you too are welcome to come to Tea, we can go to the lake kawaguchi Hotel, It's where I'll be staying so please i would be honored if you joined me"
Sakura’s eyes snapped over to Anderson. Immediately, she felt her stomach knot in the familiar ‘ahh crap on a stick’ kind of way. The man looked smug. Smugger than usual. Eyes remaining focused on the dirt-bag in front of her, Sakura felt the knot inside her tighten with each word that came out of Anderson’s mouth. “Why I'd be honored to join you. Although, I'd have to say we need to wait in here before we leave. It's quite breezy and windy right outside. I wouldn't want the wind to put you in a rather inconvenient situation...isn't that right, Miss Shizuka?" Sakura’s eyes turned to slits.
“What the fuck are you-
Sakura stopped short as she felt something cold and metallic being pressed to her right side. Eyes glancing behind her, Sakura saw a tall young man in a trench coat, complete with shades (despite being indoors at nighttime). She rose a delicate eyebrow. So they called in the Special Forces, eh? Was she really considered to be that much of a threat? How flattering. Sakura smirked coldly as she turned her eyes back to Anderson. “You wuss.” she said simply as she turned around to face the agent, sighing loudly. “Alright, alright I know what you want…but may I suggest we take this somewhere else? After all, don’t want to involve the Innocent, now do we?” Sakura said, her eyes flashing over to Rohen for a brief second as she waved her hand vaguely around her where people were walking back and forth. Shifting her gaze to Anderson, Sakura smirked slightly. “Britannia already has bad enough of a rep in that department…no need to further taint its name, no?” She said, smiling coldly at Anderson, victory in her eyes. Turning back to the agent, Sakura began to walk ahead, ignoring his sounds of protest. “Come along! I haven’t got all day here you know…incompetence of the male species, honestly…” Leaving the man no choice but to follow her, Sakura walked calmly across the terminal, her mind running a thousand thoughts.
Alright. She had managed to get herself away from Rohen-that much she could be thankful for. Last thing Sakura wanted was to have that woman’s safety be put at risk simply because she was acquainted with her. Too many people had already been hurt because of her…
Turning a corner so that she was both out of earshot as well as eyeshot, Sakura faced the agent, her arms folded across her chest. The man blinked at her twice, surprised by her general attitude, especially given the fact that she was known to not be so cooperative with authority.
“Uh…ahem. Well, Sakura Shizuka you are under arrest for treason, murder of military officials and-
“Oy. Didn’t they teach you anything back at the Academy?”
“Wha-ugh!” The man groaned out as he soon fell to the floor, unconscious, as Sakura remained standing, clenching and unclenching her left fist. Adjusting the bag on her shoulder, Sakura stared down at the man’s form, her eyes emotionless. “First rule of battle: shut up when carrying out a task. Second rule: Never do what the enemy says, no matter how much sense it makes.” The sound of footsteps approaching made Sakura smile coldly, a wild glint returning to her eyes as she unsheathed her sword just as the reinforcements arrived. “Third rule: never underestimate the enemy.” Her smile grew slightly as she took her stance. “especially if the enemy was once one of your own.” And charged.
A few minutes later, Sakura emerged from behind the corner, dusting her hands off, acting as if nothing had happened. Adjusting her bag again, Sakura walked with a slight bounce to her step as she envisioned how her arresters-to-be were currently positioned. All unconscious and stuffed in the janitor’s closet. She had taken the liberty of locking the door and keeping the key as well as contacting HQ, sending them a message that Sakura Shizuka had escaped and that they ought to send reinforcements elsewhere. As for whether or not the dimbats would believe her message was another story; either way it bought her the time she needed to get out of here.
Approaching Anderson and Rohan, Sakura waved all too cheerily, a smug smile on her face, directed at Asswipe in particular. “Sorry for leaving so suddenly like that, Rohan-san…I had some business to deal with…” she glanced at Anderson, a victorious smirk on her face. “As for your proposal for tea, I thank you for the offer. But, as you can most likely tell, I am not exactly the safest person to be around. Although I can’t say you aren’t in harm’s way by being with Blondie over here, I can tell you that you would be safer than you would be with me. But thank you for the offer.” Sakura smiled somewhat sadly as she bowed in apology. T’was a shame…a cup of tea really did sound rather nice now. And the girl seemed nice enough. But that was the problem-whenever good people got involved with her, their lives were at stake. It was the price for being a fugitive, Sakura knew all that, but still…
Mentally shaking off any doubts, Sakura turned to face Anderson, a victorious smirk still plastered on her face. “Well then, dear Blondie…I suppose this is where I say my goodbyes. Hopefully next time we meet you will have grown a spinal chord.”
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Post by lunaprince on Jun 5, 2009 23:28:10 GMT -5
“Why I'd be honored to join you. Although, I'd have to say we need to wait in here before we leave. It's quite breezy and windy right outside. I wouldn't want the wind to put you in a rather inconvenient situation...isn't that right, Miss Shizuka?" Anderson said as he responded to Himitsu's proposal.
“What the fuck are you-
Before She could say anything there was a tall man behind miss Shizuka. “You wuss.” She said to Mr. Anderson as she sighed and turned to the other unnamed man. “Alright, alright I know what you want…but may I suggest we take this somewhere else? After all, don’t want to involve the Innocent, now do we?” Miss Shizuka said as she look at Himitsu and waved. Telling from the way the man was dressed in reminded her of all the German Spezialtruppen She'd seen in her day. No matter where they were from they all seemed to dress the same. “Britannia already has bad enough of a rep in that department…no need to further taint its name, no?” Himitsu Sighed why did all Britannian's have to start trouble. “Come along! I haven’t got all day here you know…incompetence of the male species, honestly…” Oh, how right she was, the male species was honestly one of the stupidest. Miss Shizuka walked away with the other man, Himitsu sighed, she looked at Mr.Anderson.
"I'm sure she'll be fine don't you. She can definately handle herself from how i see it" Himitsu said as she watched Miss Shizuka leave with the Spezialtruppen looking man. I wonder why a man like that would want to talk to miss shizuka, Whatever the reason it seems it has to do with the military. "Well Mr. Anderson tell me more about yourself while we wait for Miss Shizuka to return." After a while of talking to Anderson, Miss Shizuka returned. She seemed Quite cheerily as she walked back over to them, smug smiled plastered on her face.
“Sorry for leaving so suddenly like that, Rohan-san…I had some business to deal with…” Miss Shizuka says as she walks over to them. A victorious smirk placed on Miss Shizuka's face as she looked at Mr.Anderson. “As for your proposal for tea, I thank you for the offer. But, as you can most likely tell, I am not exactly the safest person to be around. Although I can’t say you aren’t in harm’s way by being with Blondie over here, I can tell you that you would be safer than you would be with me. But thank you for the offer.” Himitsu frowned slightly when she heard Miss Shizuka declined her offer for tea. What kind of person says no to TEA?! Whatever the reason it was Miss Shizuka's and wasn't about to question her reasons. Miss Shizuka Somewhat bowed afterwords and said. "Well then, dear Blondie…I suppose this is where I say my goodbyes. Hopefully next time we meet you will have grown a spinal chord.” Miss Shizuka said to Anderson, the Victorious smirk still on her face. It made her smile as they were bickering.
"Well Miss Shizuka, since you refuse to come with me to Tea now then Please join my fiance and i for Tea tomorrow afternoon." Himitsu said as she wrote her cellphone number on a slip of paper and handed it to her. "The Least you could do is take this, i'm not as harmless as may seem. Don't worry my phone is on 24/7 so just give me a ring when you get the chance." Himitsu said wanting to keep in touch with the funny red head. "Sieh ya bald, Miss Shizuka, it Means See you soon in German" Himitsu said as she smiled at Miss Shizuka, wondering if this woman would actually call her.
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Post by anderson on Jun 9, 2009 6:15:52 GMT -5
So his ploy did work after all. Anderson couldn't help but feel content and absolute from this single victory. His smirk and his tad-bit absent-mindedness was evidence that the doctor felt satisfied from this. Although he is thinking too soon. At least now he's gotten rid of the damned red head rebel leader. She was quite the nuisance either ways that would be best taken and disposed of properly.
"I'm sure she'll be fine don't you. She can definately handle herself from how I see it" Anderson smirked at the notion of this, "Well Mr. Anderson tell me more about yourself while we wait for Miss Shizuka to return."
"I doubt she will return, that is if by chance she's been surrounded by completely incompetent men. or she was pardoned for 'good' attitude, which I would also doubt." Phillippe cooed in a calm, collected light. He was rather confident of his assessment, although he felt a little burning shred that might work against him, that is Sakura escaping from her captors.
"Anyways, as you should know, I am a doctor. The best one at that. An aspiring aristocrat-to-be, AND a rather suave fellow if I say so myself." He stated, "Do tell me about yourself, I am rather open to hear about you."
Then... the red came up. Redhead has escaped and even given a smirk at him. The nerve of that! “Sorry for leaving so suddenly like that, Rohan-san…I had some business to deal with…” Apparently the anti-insurgent forces of Britannia needs more funding from the empire AND more brighter members. They should've at least shot her on sight!
"As for your proposal for tea, I thank you for the offer. But, as you can most likely tell, I am not exactly the safest person to be around. Although I can’t say you aren’t in harm’s way by being with Blondie over here, I can tell you that you would be safer than you would be with me. But thank you for the offer." Crease, extend, ascend. The doctor slyly smiled at the notion of this. Not because of what she said about who's safer, but because another idea hits his head. Why not just lay a tracking device on Sakura to learn of the Black Knight base? O' the opportunities are quite strong, shame that he doesn't have one on him. Although were Miss Rohan turn into a Black Knight... perhaps she can be of a valuable asset. Just as Sakura smiled, Anderson smirked. That sly smirk, the same one Sakura saw in the Lake. His Lapis lazuli eyed Sakura with the same enthusiasm he's shown once he's dusted her back then.
"Well then, dear Blondie…I suppose this is where I say my goodbyes. Hopefully next time we meet you will have grown a spinal chord." "Oh, don't worry. I am a doctor, I don't need to grow one. I can just surgically and magically get one off my 'friends'." His mouth dripping with poisonous sarcasm, a suspiciously heightened emphasis on the friend's part was put in, implying an underground connection of sorts, "I'll say my goodbyes too of course, Ginger-head, although the next time we meet. It won't be just as formal as this. I assure you of that. Au Revoir, Mademoiselle Shizuka." He said mostly in Britannian, then switched to French. A gifted languist showing his knowledge at work. Kind of like rubbing off on Sakura's back, gnawing at it, but with words. Just all to get to her.
"Well then Miss Rohan, where shall I accompany you and you're fiancé for some tea? I hear that the Kuwagichi hotel has the finest of Ceylon tea. Perhaps we can dine there?" He asked rather politely with a kindly smile, with an almost kind and angelic notion. Although there were no man living who had a blacker soul as the doctor. A Devil who doths the clothe of a Saint very well. More fiend than man.
As of now, none besides a very few select people know the 'true nature' of Anderson. A cunning and malicious man who carries human life so lightly, another extension and arm of the mechanically uniformed Britannian empire. The 'second-hand' and 'unofficial advisor' to the Emperor of sorts. Yet as always, he always exposed himself so much to everyone, yet very little is to be known about him.
A single thing he wants; to become nobility.
Cue; Back to reality now, facing the ever so lovely Miss Rohan with that kindly smile.
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Jun 11, 2009 18:57:43 GMT -5
"Well Miss Shizuka, since you refuse to come with me to Tea now then Please join my fiancé and I for Tea tomorrow afternoon."
“Eh?” was all Sakura could say as a slip of paper was suddenly pressed into her hand. Staring down at the piece of paper and then back up to Rohan, Sakura opened her mouth to speak, but only broken sounds were formed. Tea? Tomorrow? Sakura felt that familiar twang in her head, signaling the approach of a headache. Honestly…Sakura knew the woman meant well. She knew that all the lady was asking was for a freaking cup of tea-nothing out of the ordinary…but the fact that it was Sakura that was being insisted baffled her. Did the woman not keep up with the news? Or was it because she was a foreigner that she had no idea that she essentially just asked a wanted fugitive for a freaking cup of tea?!
Sakura could only stare in wonder at the woman, blinking slowly.‘Father in heaven…’
"The Least you could do is take this, i'm not as harmless as may seem. Don't worry my phone is on 24/7 so just give me a ring when you get the chance." Sakura could only laugh nervously, feeling a sweatdrop run down her head. ‘It’s not you that’s the harmful one here…’ "Sieh ya bald, Miss Shizuka, it Means See you soon in German" Sakura ‘oh’ed, acting as if this was news to her. Truth was, Sakura knew German. Not professionally, but enough for her to get by in a meeting with the high officials. In fact, Sakura was fond of languages. Since she showed a talent for picking up on them from a young age, her father had pressed for her to learn as many as possible....
A faint smile tugged the corner of her lips at the memory. However, a rather annoying voice soon caused the smile that was forming on Sakura’s face to vanish in a heartbeat. "Oh, don't worry. I am a doctor, I don't need to grow one. I can just surgically and magically get one off my 'friends'." Sakura turned to look at Anderson, a dry look on her face. ‘Friends’, huh? Who in their right mind would befriend this asswipe? Sakura rolled her eyes slightly. Whatever. No need to retort…best to leave as soon as possible and get herself a cup of tea and head back-
"I'll say my goodbyes too of course, Ginger-head, although the next time we meet. It won't be just as formal as this. I assure you of that. Au Revoir, Mademoiselle Shizuka." Sakura felt her eyebrow twitch slightly in annoyance. Oh so now he goes and shows off, does he? Acting as if he was the only one who knew freaking French! Sakura knew that the man was teasing her. She knew that he was hoping for some kind of a reaction. She knew that if she retorted, she would be doing exactly what he wanted.
‘Ahh, fuck it.’ Sakura smiled sweetly, almost devishly as Mr. Asswipe continued his Casanova charade. "Well then Miss Rohan, where shall I accompany you and you're fiancé for some tea? I hear that the Kuwagichi hotel has the finest of Ceylon tea. Perhaps we can dine there?" Sakura fought back the snort that threatened to make itself present. Oh god… the sheer politeness of his tone was enough to make Sakura want to gag. There were many things in this world that should not be heard: Anderson talking politely was one of them.
“Baaaka.” Sakura said, knowingly perfectly well what sort of reaction she would get by speaking to the arrogant man in the one tongue he hated the most: Japanese. “Mah, shikata nai-wa…desho ne?” She smirked slightly as she adjusted her bag slightly. “Ikanakucha-ah! Gomen ne Anderson-san~” Sakura bonked her head in a ‘oopsie daisy’ sort of way, a fake look of surprise on her face. “J’ai oublié que vous détestez japonais. Je suis très, très, très desoleé. Mane maaf karo, mera bhai-jaan.” Sakura put on a fake look of regret, whilst grinning on the inside. Oh, how much she loved Anju right now.
Turning her attention back to Rohan, Sakura bowed slightly, a gentle look on her face. As much as the idea of leaving her alone with Asswipe over here did not sit well with her, Sakura knew that it was best for both of them if she left now. Besides, Sakura could always have one of the Black Knights keep an eye on the pair if she felt the need. But seeing that this was Anderson aka Womanizer Extraordinaire, Sakura highly doubted the man would physically harm her. And if her assumptions about Rohan being with the military were true, then Sakura knew she was more than capable of protecting herself. There was no need for her to sneak along and spy on them…doing so would only invite more trouble.
“Thank you for the offer Rohan-san…however, I am not positive if I can keep to your appointment. I…have a filled schedule, you see…and as I said before, perhaps it is best for you if you did not associate with me. I do not mean to be rude or anything, but…” Sakura flashed a glance over at Anderson, her eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. What were the odds Asswipe over here would keep quiet about Sakura’s past and true identity? 0%. Sakura’s eyes returned back to Rohan, a true regretful smile on her face. “Well. I’m sure you’ll find out eventually. Best of luck with your marriage. Good night.” Sakura said as she bowed again and turned on her heel to leave. Taking a few steps, Sakura paused midway. “Oh and Blondie-kun, here’s a little head’s up. If I find out come tomorrow that Rohan-san is harmed in any way, shape or form…” She turned her head to glare at him straight in the eye, her eyes burning.
“Ki-sama wo koroso.”
And with that, Sakura continued on her way out, luck being with her as she was able to leave without any hassle. Glancing down at the paper that was still clutched in her hand, Sakura raised an eyebrow slightly. “Rohan-san huh? Odd one…guess I know what I’ll be doing tonight.” Sakura muttered to herself as she stuffed the piece of paper into her pocket. Yes, tonight would be yet another all nighter. One that involved researching this newfound fellow tea fanatic.
EXIT
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Post by lunaprince on Jun 13, 2009 22:17:20 GMT -5
Himitsu Ignored Anderson's, oh so rude comments about Miss Shizuka. Anderson seemed quite sure that she wouldn't return. Himitsu on the other hand had a gut feeling on this woman. Just as Himitsu was about to call Anderson obnoxious, He said something interesting. "Anyways, as you should know, I am a doctor. The best one at that. An aspiring aristocrat-to-be, AND a rather suave fellow if I say so myself." He stated with a grand authority about himself, so self assured. A Doctor this man didn't spend all his days surrounding himself with women and doing questionable things. At least not everyday. "Do tell me about yourself, I am rather open to hear about you." What could this man Possible want to know about her. She decided to feed his ego. "Well i was in the military for a couple years and i was the leader of my platoon. I Have Recently withdrawn from the German military. I have a Family of My parents, My Twins sisters, We all have the same face. There are my Brothers one older brother, one the same age as me and the other one is younger. I'm Currently On Vacation and Planing my wedding with my future Husband." She said to Anderson. Soon the Red blur that was Miss Shizuka's hair. After some more foreseen Bickering between Miss Shizuka and Mr. Anderson, something was said aimed at her. “Thank you for the offer Rohan-san…however, I am not positive if I can keep to your appointment. I…have a filled schedule, you see…and as I said before, perhaps it is best for you if you did not associate with me. I do not mean to be rude or anything, but…” Of course she would have to leave miss Shizuka Know how much she really knew. She noticed miss Shizuka's eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion at Anderson. She wondered why she did that, he probably knew just as much as she did. Between these two it seemed trust was a very hard thing to find. “Well. I’m sure you’ll find out eventually. Best of luck with your marriage. Good night.” It was good to hear some encouragement every now and again. “Oh and Blondie-kun, here’s a little head’s up. If I find out come tomorrow that Rohan-san is harmed in any way, shape or form…” She Laughed to herself, did miss Shizuka think that she was that fragile. he'd probably break this man's Arms before he hurt a hair on her pretty little head. She saw miss Shizuka glare at him again, She wondered did she really think that Miss Shizuka was nothing but a Civilian. "Miss Shizuka, You might not want to look up information on my it might be quite frightening what you find" Himitsu said smiling at miss Shizuka as she walked away. When Miss Shizuka was far enough away she Turned back to Mr.Anderson. so what do you plan to do now Mr.Anderson? " Himitsu said as she brushed her hair back Reveling A Tattoo on the side of her neck. { The tattoo looks like this i43.photobucket.com/albums/e390/lunablossom1/22222%20TEAR%20HIMITSU/Tattoo.jpg}
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Post by anderson on Jun 17, 2009 13:12:58 GMT -5
Thankfully Sakura left. If she hadn't, Anderson would've blown a casket. Blowing a casket with Anderson would imply he'd yell bomb in the airport and accuse the gingerhead of it. Although to say he was obviously angry was false, as the whole time he smiled at the face of his enemy; Shizuka. It was simply a war of attrition at the moment, something that'll be played out again in the near future in order to show who is the better of the two.
She not only tried to insult him by talking in French, but to assume he didn't speak the language of the Elevens was just absurd! He took all of those into heart that perhaps a revenge will take place next time. That next time won't be just as pretty, violence will be at hand. Now back to reality talking with the lovely Miss Rohen.
"So what do you plan to do now Mr. Anderson?" A quint question beckons Phillippe to respond back. "Perhaps some tea should be in order? It would do wonders to cool off the fan."
A tattoo catches Phillippe's sight, a familiar one in fact. He vaguely recognizes it until he cross-referenced something of the past he came across with at a point of his life; the German ubersoldat project, or in Britannian, the Supersoldier project, all participants are encrypted with this as a form of identifying them. So that's why he kept getting those eery vibes from her! She was no normal human, she is a supersoldier... funny thing is that so recently, Captain Leodegrance is also a supersoldier in ways.
Perhaps an investigation into what she's capable of should be in order? After all, the doctor lacks knowledge of what this supersoldier program is meant to enhance. All of them need a specific aspect, just as Anderson's superhuman enhancement project was meant to ensure the survivability rate and the combat efficiency of Britannian infantry skyrocket.
"It seems that she is yet another gifted and evolved senper sapien, just like Leodegrance. A most superior human evolved beyond the constraints that a 'normal human' offers. A most suitable subject to study... although to what ends?" Anderson thought to himself.
Once more, back to reality. His features flash up a nice grin, a pleasant one in fact. His fingers from each hands interlocking with one another, clasping them together as his mouth words out... "Miss Rohen, I am most delighted of a recent discovery about you." He says, "Just as awkward as this question may seem, I have noted you have a rather interesting... 'root' as a person, and an interesting nature as a former soldier you have mentioned beforehand, would that not be true? Because you have most certainly piqued my interests, Miss Rohen, just as always."
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