14159/Fetch!

Fetch!
Date of Scene:	16 February 2023
Location:	Upper East Side
Synopsis:	Belinda, as Silverdane, tracks Karai to a local safehouse. Finds out that sharp teeth and claws and looming do not make one as intimidating as ninja!
Cast of Characters:	Belinda Gutierrez, Shredder

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Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
The alarm at the museum is swiftly responded to, and the gathering of officers and first responders take notes, survey the scene, cast about in footage-- all the cl;assic things authorities are supposed to do. 'Grand Theft'-- the words alone are enough to send frissons of terror up Belinda's spine, and the thoughts of what school would say, Mr. Stadler or Ms. Morrigan--!

Restraint goes out the window, yet sunset never fell so abjectly slowly. Bright daylight to evening's creeping shadows, until finaly nightfall. Well-lit nightfall, but nightfall all the same. The young lady shivers as she takes a long breath in, biting back a shiver. In for a penny, in for a pound....

The change is careful, deliberate, the crackle of bone and the twisting of flesh to something more, something primal and wild and old as legend come to life. It is like sloughing off the clothes she once wore, and Silverdane emerges from Belinda Gutierrez' skin. No howl to announce the hunt, no long, mournful call at the distant crescent moon. Old scent marks the way, reinforced by the keen heat of old blood-- a trail cut in neon and diamond as the Wolf stalks.

Shredder has posed:
    Karai was happy. Sure she was injured, but they got their objectives. Good work by her students, one day they may be good ninjas. She had sprinted for a block or so before the pain overtook her adrenaline and she had to rest. She had made her way to one of the Foot Clan safe houses, a laundromat, and smacked open the back door before landing with a releasing sigh on a folding chair in the back room. She's there for a moment to catch her breath, and then gets back up, finding the first aid kit in the cabinet to pull out. Antiseptics, gauze, medical tape. She tosses it on top of a broken washing machine, and then takes outt a punch dagger, gripping the legging and cutting down the leg to remove it from below the wound, examining the gash. It'll heal, but it definitely needs attention.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Time enough to work and clean; time enough to sweep away battle wounds, old blood. Silent attendants deliver to the pass-through area-- fresh linens, a box of energy bars, bottles of water-- no questions asked, no need to know. Duty and service in all things.

The day stretches towards evening; a small television reveals the brief news on the Museum RObbery, and a small police scanner keeps abreast of potential troubles. The initial swarm of activities die to a dull thunder, leaving only the occasional Talking Head at the Daily Bugle's podcast proclaiming blame on 'that sinister Spiderman robbing ancient treasures!'. Barely mention of teenage hoodlums--

The sound is soft, silent, a faint call of danger. Noise meant to fade into the plethora of background murmurs of an evening city-- a cat's call, rising and falling in a way no cat would ever make. An adaptation of the oldest ninja training, adapted to the modern day.

Warning. Intruder.

Shredder has posed:
    Karai is not idle, even in injury. She cleaned her wound and dressed it. She used her phone to message her master to let her know the mission was accomplished. She made sure that the packages were delivered by the student. Eric will likely get his uniform for this one. Her body has rested enough, and she gets up to prepare to return back home, putting a pair of sweatpants and a sweat shirt on over her outfit to make her less recognizable upon exit. She was just going for the doorknob when she hears the warning. She lets go of the doorknob, and goes to the small safe which contains some backup gear since she is down to two kunai and just smoke pellets. She's not greedy, taking a kama out and leaving the rest before closing the safe door again.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Simple, careful, reasonable... Soundless, even in the face of the unexpected, the most horrific strife. Seconds pass. Windchimes in classic bamboo style shiver, softly sing-- a second tripline in ninjitsu signal. Wood crunches outside, a crate broken in passing. Keen ears hear the whisper of a bowstring, the silken slice of metal-- arrow, blade. The short, sharp scream of a trainee forgetting himself, his training-- a cry of pain cut swiftly short. Seconds, and the crunch of breaking wood beneath heavy weight, of 'carelessly' placed bottles breaking underfoot, the too-loud tinkle of broken glass breaking beneath footsteps. Quiet steps... Silence, but not the silence of ninja.

Warnings. Signals. /Homing towards the door/.

Shredder has posed:
    The sound of the broken glass gives Karai a target, pulling her second to last kunai from its holster under the hoodie, and she opens the door suddenly, taking aim and throwing at the unknown character that's approaching. Attack first and ask questions later.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Shadows hide details from clear sight, but the hulking horror outside is unmistakable-- inhuman. But not rhino, or warthog, or turtle. Mutant?

Broken bottles lie scattered underfoot as hot green eyes gleam from within the simplistic domino mask oon her brow. Simply dressed, with slender leotar and silken sash at her hips. The wolf creature-- wolfwoman jerks back from the sudden shock of the attack, nostrils quivering as she stares down at the metal haft. Perfect strike-- deadly weapon pressed deep, resting in her breast nearly to the hilt.

And the creature reaches to the weapon's hilt, glaring, gazing. Darkly aforethought, slowly withdrawing said weapon from her flesh as it closes behind. Unschooled attempt at intimidation, drama, theater... Backed by werewolf's fanged visage.

"My ball," she growls, eyes burning with fierce intensity.

Shredder has posed:
    Most people would probably be intimidated by the sight of Belinda right now, but Karai has had far too many experiences with mutant creatures to be even slightly phased.

    "Your ball?" she asks in a no-nonsense voice. "Demon, get yourself away or the next strike will be through your throat. I have no time for interlopers. What is your business with me?"

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
The wolfbeast grins, in all her toothy fervor. She hefts the weapon in her hand-- comically oversized before she steps forward --turning the item around before she offers it back.

Smile fading just a tad. Intimidatin not working! Grrr.

"It would not stick," she remarks gruffly, pausing to stand just out of reach. "As the.. grrf. Others found out." She rubs her neck, a snorting chuff taking wing. "They are good shots. Now..." She focuses grimly, sternly-- effect somewhat deflated by set of her mouth, the twitch of her ears. "Took from Museum. Golden.... ball. Not yours. Give back."

Seconds pass, observatin-- confident in her form, her frame. Lupine, fierce.... inexperienced. Instinctive. Barely better than the first reactins of students undergoing training.

Shredder has posed:
    "How would you know anything about that?" Karai asks, not attacking and making good on her promise. She observes the movements. "I don't have it," she answers. "And I wouldn't give it to you if I did. That's sort of the point of stealing something."

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane blinks, physically caught by surprise. "Don't---?" she begins, cutting herself off with a snarl of frustration. "Then..." she begins, earlier frustration (emotional) setting in as she takes a ground-eating step forward. "Where is? Tell, or...!"

A flicker of light, a hint of sound-- shadows, moving into the alley. Shadows upon shadows. Other sentries, moving to entrap, to intercept. Awaiting command.

Shredder has posed:
    Karai smiles with a knowing grin. "You aren't used to this world, are you?" she comments. "I am Oroku Karai, and I'm not so easily thwarted. You clearly watched the incident earlier, which is why you thought I had the sphere. Then you should have seen that I had no problem facing against two heroes, what makes you think I should be defeated by you? What is this orb to you? Why should you put your neck on the line?" The kama is flipped end over end in her hand. She's still standing in a way that favors her right leg. It's still true that she isn't at one hundred percent.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
It takes a moment to pass, to learn-- unexpectedly --that there is something fundamentally disturbing about prey (people, people, people!) being utterly unfazed before the superior beast. Silverdane affects arrogance, studied nonchalance; she crossinges her arms, stepping back with a snort, glancing away with neutral expression. "And you do belong?" she remarks snidely, glancing back with a jaundiced, glittering eye. "Ninja in New York!" She pauses, a grimace crossing her features. "...did come with kitsune?" she asks suddenly, turning back. Long breath, sharp, swift.

"....should visit park," she adds, a soft rumble in her voice. "Shrine to Inari there. Place to sit, think." She taps her nose. "Cherry blossoms."

Shredder has posed:
    Karai narrows her eyes at the name Kitsune. "Where did you hear that name?" she asks, a ready step forward and the kama raises. "Ninja are everywhere, beast, we do not have borders. You would do well to remember it."

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
The werewoman leans down, drawing her head level with Karai's. "Wolves do," she says simply, tail curving once, swiftly. She growls once, biting back the urge for more as she exhales again. Glowering.

Bows drawn behind, arrows nocked, tightening. Eyes narrowed.

"...'beasts' are everywhere too," she says with quiet care, drawing back and up with a shiver, glancing away. Wind stirring-- scents!

Silverdane looks back sharply, tightening, tensing-- exhaling with a long shiver. "...return ball," she asks again, warning. "Will tell if you do. Trade." She grins ruefully, a snort as she remarks. "..is civilized thing, yes?"

She steps back, once and twice; a lusty voice erupts as she leans back, a howl uttered to the air before she turns.

Lunging away. Run!