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Post by doc on Sept 21, 2015 18:42:31 GMT -5
Consulate General of Japan - New York City
Logan sat in the lobby, waiting. He had received the message as soon as he had returned. Mariko had asked to see him.
Logan felt like he hadn't had a chance to breathe or even think since he returned from Japan. Since the Hand had used their dark magics to return Mariko to life. His mind was filled with questions, and he wasn't sure he wanted the answers. But he also knew he had to get them.
He caught her scent - jasmine and cherry blossoms on a warm spring day - as the door opened.
"She will see you now, Logan-san."
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Post by yendor on Sept 23, 2015 18:19:59 GMT -5
<Anyone else, I'd be hell on the furniture.> Grumbles pocketing the cigar he just took out, gives a polite nod, entering. "Mariko, no need to be so formal. Beer and sushi's simpler."
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Post by doc on Sept 24, 2015 14:42:13 GMT -5
The attendant opens the door to allow Logan to pass. Her eyes dart to the area where guests are to take off their shoes, hats and jackets. Beyond that is the matted floor, and at the end, Mariko sits at the small table with tea. Logan can see turmoil in her eyes, in her movements. Her hands trembling slightly as she sits in a basic black kimono.
"Please. Sit." Are her only words.
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Post by yendor on Sept 28, 2015 13:23:10 GMT -5
Respectful of Mariko, shoes and coat are put aside before entering further. Quiet sniff, brow furrows, picking up on the nervous scents Mariko's giving off, sits directly across, knuckles itching.
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Post by doc on Sept 28, 2015 17:28:34 GMT -5
Mariko, her head bowed, begins. "It is good to see you again. I apologize for not coming sooner. It has been...difficult, to readjust. To reclaim my identity and restore my leadership of Clan Yashida. The bureaucracy..." Her hands tremble, even as she goes for the teapot. "Are you well?"
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Post by yendor on Oct 1, 2015 19:50:57 GMT -5
Takes Mariko's extended hand into his, away from the teapot. Firm guiding pull, holds her in his arms.
"It's just us, Mariko. What's wrong?"
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Post by doc on Oct 5, 2015 20:59:34 GMT -5
Mariko is practically shaking in his arms. "I fear my own mind, my love - my own heart. I yearn to be with you again - for us to be free to be married. But I also feel a great, dark weight upon my soul; a rock shackled to me and pulling me into the abyss. I fear that darkness - I fear it is something beyond my control - a corruption tied to the unholy power that returned me. Logan, am I still...am I still myself? Or am I what the Hand has programmed me to be? What if I were to endanger you? What if this is their plan and I am a puppet? A shadow? I...am uncertain, and ashamed...." A single tear rolls down her cheek. "Help me."
Before Logan can respond, he catches a familiar sound on the wind; an arrow whistling through the air.
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Post by yendor on Oct 5, 2015 21:35:41 GMT -5
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Post by yendor on Oct 6, 2015 17:51:00 GMT -5
"Wrong person to talk to about minds," he says softly, a bit of dark humor. "Your heart is the same as always. If it wasn't, you'd have gutted me or fought like a wildcat, rather than be held...Married?" Takes her hand in his, fingers entwining. "I don't see any rings, nor do we need 'em."
Slight smile, exterior losing a part of the hard edge normally seen. "You are still you. Mariko, if you were an abomination, you wouldn't be breathing." Arm around her stomach. "Yer one of the few I'd go on a amputation rampage for. Don't be uncertain, or ashamed. You are Mariko, I am Logan. You don't smell, feel, act, or think different." Rueful chuckle, "You're also you in bed. Stop worrying. If things happen, we'll face them tog--"
Arrow thunking into his shoulder, short grunt morphs into a low growl. "Company Mariko."
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Post by doc on Oct 8, 2015 15:28:49 GMT -5
Wolverine knew to immediately discount the likeliest attacker; he couldn't feel the burning poison the Hand used on their arrows. Another sank into his back as Mariko called out, drawing a blade of her own. "What shall we do then?"
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Post by yendor on Oct 12, 2015 20:39:09 GMT -5
"No poison, not the Hand. What we do best, tear them apart."
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Post by doc on Oct 13, 2015 12:15:54 GMT -5
"I follow your lead, my love." Mariko responded.
Another arrow found its way to his other shoulderblade. Someone was clearly toying with him, trying to antagonize him.
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Post by yendor on Oct 19, 2015 16:24:48 GMT -5
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Post by doc on Oct 22, 2015 12:29:41 GMT -5
Wolverine is able to pick out the scent of his prey - not a scent he recognizes, but one he can catch on the wind. Looking to the window, he smells something else - cordite, oil - the assassin has a rifle.
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Post by yendor on Oct 22, 2015 18:30:12 GMT -5
"Mariko love, flight then fight's warranted. Cordite and oil." Gives that a second to sink in. "A bullet induced headache isn't fun, even for me."
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