Post by qilin on May 3, 2017 13:02:48 GMT
The streets of Hanamura were filled with life in the summer. Warm weather, locally-owned shops and booths, and the ever-present cherry blossoms were all key to the crowds of tourists that would come piling in each year. With the tourists also came foul characters. Thieves, dealers, and assassins were all drawn to the powerful Shimada estate-- no matter what the season would be. Ai was no different. Heavily crowded streets proved to be excellent cover, hiding even the most blatantly obvious outsiders. She leaned against a locally-crafted jewelry booth, keeping a careful eye out for her targets. The features of royalty was what stood out most to the hired assassin. Her orders and intel were limited-- something regarding the Shimada empire that dominated the arms-market of Japan.
The mission was rough, to say the least. The targets were very elusive, as the mission statement had suggested. So elusive, in fact, that she had gone three days with little to no leads. The Shimadas ran a tight-ship and it was nearly impossible to break through their isolated castle.
Ai sat on a make-shift stool next to a mirror in a dimly lit room. A cheap med-kit sat strewn about beside her as she worked on a particularly nasty wound on her shoulder. "Looks like the information broker finally had some good intel." Ai muttered with a hiss in her tone before promptly tossing the needle and thread back into the medkit and retrieving her shirt. She had set up camp in a small inn, a place where travelers of many kinds passed through. It was half-connected to a noodle shop, complimentary to those who stayed in the inn. Once she had finished patching up her wounds, she slid a smooth silk cover-up on and strolled into the noodle shop, settling at the bar. It seemed fairly lively, so she watched the door for newcomers to waltz in.
The mission was rough, to say the least. The targets were very elusive, as the mission statement had suggested. So elusive, in fact, that she had gone three days with little to no leads. The Shimadas ran a tight-ship and it was nearly impossible to break through their isolated castle.
Ai sat on a make-shift stool next to a mirror in a dimly lit room. A cheap med-kit sat strewn about beside her as she worked on a particularly nasty wound on her shoulder. "Looks like the information broker finally had some good intel." Ai muttered with a hiss in her tone before promptly tossing the needle and thread back into the medkit and retrieving her shirt. She had set up camp in a small inn, a place where travelers of many kinds passed through. It was half-connected to a noodle shop, complimentary to those who stayed in the inn. Once she had finished patching up her wounds, she slid a smooth silk cover-up on and strolled into the noodle shop, settling at the bar. It seemed fairly lively, so she watched the door for newcomers to waltz in.
