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[h2][color=gold]Mademoiselle In Distress
Random Paris Street → Latin District (Arènes de Lutèce)
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[center][color=gold][i]"Ahh... where did I go wrong?"[/i][/color][/center]

Raspy breathing, the click and clacking of shoes against the cobblestone street. The voice of a girl being chased, her arms and legs moving all they can to evade their pursuer.

Evil chuckles, taunts. These are things that are following her. Of course it had to be at sunset in a darkened street. A perfect place to dispose of a body.

An inhuman body.

[center][color=gold][i]"Why is no one helping me?"[/i][/color][/center]

These thoughts resounded in her head, clumsily turning a corner and lost a little bit of momentum before she nearly slid. Even though the pain in her soles became apparent with that sloppy turn, she kept running... running for dear life.

"You're not escaping me that easily, you broken doll!" The man's voice grew louder, which encouraged her to run randomly, erratically. She was scared. Passing through a still-lit lamp post, it was revealed that her arms had become steel before a dark cloak shadowed it to cover distance.

[center][color=gold][i]"Am I going to die here?"[/i][/color][/center]

Her cottage was in sight, an old... abandoned... rickety cottage where a few slimes stood guard. In her native tongue, she commanded them to attack, one charge and nothing else while she entered the door in a hurry.

Slimes surround the cloaked man, spitting sprays of acid which burned his cloak. Forced to remove it, he proceeded to dispatch them one by one. The sound of being squashed rattled her so much more.

The interior of the cottage had a single summoning circle, thinking it best to try and summon a soul into one of her slimes so it could last a few minutes with the rogue magus chasing her. She unconsciously held her hand toward it, the hand with the Command Spells.

Before she could chant however... 

...the door slams open.

With an [color=gold]"Eek!"[/color] the girl stumbles on her words and lies on the cold hard floor. 

"It's over, girl. Might as well accept your fate." The man held his hand toward her, a finger gun. She didn't know what he planned with that but since he was a magus, she was sure it was probably a magic spell ready to execute her in one shot.

[center][color=gold][i]"I... don't want to die..."[/i][/color][/center]

"Huh?" The man threatened, moving closer to her before he pinned her down by the neck. The finger gun he had placed was now replaced with his hand gripping on her throat. "Speak up, lady. I want you to yell it!" The man had every right to be angry. Her sister should have just killed the wife. In her rage, she killed the husband and child who were supposedly [i]his[/i] friend.

She choked, incoherent words from her lips as she struggled but the man showed no respite. [color=gold][i]"I... don't... want... to die... please...!"[/i][/color]

"Yeah? That's probably what he said before your own comrade decided to burn the house down! Suffer!" 

Slowly, the silver on her skin turned to flesh. The light in her eyes suddenly blurring as she gripped his arm, trying to pull it away. If it meant anything, she was pinned on the summoning circle, bruised... bleeding... something that shouldn't happen to a pretty face.

[center][color=gold][i]"I don't want to see darkness. I've survived this long. There's no way I want to die here... if there's anyone. Anyone at all, please. Hero or villain, it doesn't matter to me anymore!"[/i][/color][/center]

[color=gold][i]"A-anyo...ne hel...p m...e."[/i][/color]

[@Indra]

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[h2][color=red]Mini Nobus Not Included
Embassy of Japan - (High Rise District ~ Arc De Triomphe)
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[color=ed1c24]"Yes! Truly something befitting a shogun! You've outdone yourself well for a descendant who looks [i][b][u]almost[/u][/b][/i] identical to me! Follow my values and you too, will become named as a Hero of Japan like myself!"[/color] Nobunaga sounded pleased, very pleased in fact. Trudging around one more lap around the embassy's yard and halls. In fact, she's kinda jealous that something this aesthetically pleasing to the eyes didn't exist in her time. Well, no time like the present! She would say.

Of course, they're under the guise of twin sisters visiting France for eight days as Foreign Dignitaries. Whatever her Shinobi of a Master did to the man in charge, it worked under their favor.

Now she sits comfortably in the soft, plushy arm-chairs of the only known place that's still Japanese in the all-Western area that is Paris, France.

[color=ed1c24]"Still, it's nice to visit one of the many Western worlds. I've adapted some of their techniques and strategies but I've never really experienced or indulged in their culture before. In fact, all of them speak a language I'm not supposed to know- yet! I suddenly know it! How convenient! Convenient indeed."[/color] Nodding in her chair, probably talking to herself. Some other dignitaries might think her passionate but a little bit crazy. [color=ed1c24]"Maybe tomorrow I'd like a tour of this place. One day does not satisfy me! It doesn't at all!"[/color] Of course it doesn't... but that's just one of the things that excite her.

The real excitement is after hours, looking out the window as the lights in every French abode lights up. She smiles, almost wickedly. She knows that it's during this time... the fun starts.

[color=ed1c24]"Hm. It's almost time. Nobukara, I'll allow you to choose our hunting grounds this evening."[/color] 

[@floodtalon]