14927/Unexpected Salutations

Unexpected Salutations
Date of Scene:	15 May 2023
Location:	Budapest: Rooftops
Synopsis:	Shredder approaches Elektra with some business he wants to conduct.
Cast of Characters:	Elektra Natchios, Shredder

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Elektra Natchios has posed:
Sometimes it's the wait that's the killer.

Elektra had been staying in Budapest for a few days now. Waiting. Scouting on a certain area of the city. Looking for an opening. Waiting for the deal she and Batgirl had done with the lycans to finally pay and they would have the opening to move into Semira labs to investigate where a certain someone was at. Though she also knew they were time limited. The trouble they had gotten into in the city had already found it's way to the underworld. It was known they were both in Budapest the last few days and it was only a matter of time until their enemies sent people after them.

It's mostly why she is out here tonight, perched atop a building surveying the city of Budapest from an high position, near a church tower. It has just rang midnight and Elektra stays in silence, watching the quiet city after the loud sound of the church bell went off for the last time.

Shredder has posed:
    It might be unclear the moment that he arrived, but the dark crimson cape is now gently moving upon the top of the church bell tower across the way. Not a lycan. Not a vampire. From this distance there is a helmet visible, slightly reminiscent of the ancient samurai. The figure is silent and unmoving, but though it may be too far for his eyes to be seen, there's no mistake that he's looking directly at Elektra.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
It's too quiet.

Sharp gaze turns to that bell tower and there's no mistake there either. Elektra is looking back at the figure. The samurai helmet doesn't go unnoticed either. Friend or foe? She knew a few that would wear such an item. Many in Japan. Others..., disappeared in time. For a moment she considers it might be an assassin sent after her but no, no assassin would show themselves up like that unless they were supremely certain of their ability to beat her. And she knew no one would be fool enough to consider themselves such.

Elektra straightens up from her perch, her own sash flowing at the beat of the wind. A brief gesture is made with her hand. One of invitation.

Shredder has posed:
    The figure moves behind the bell tower and disappears. He's gone for a few seconds, and reappears stepping out from behind a chimney on the adjacent building. He leaps the distance between the buildings, landing with hardly more impact than another step. The blades on his shoulders and wrists are rather signature of the Shredder, the leader of the Foot Clan.

    "Ms. Natchios," he greets casually, yet with deliberate purpose. "You seem to be having a rather eventful vacation."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Elektra's hands leave the hilt of the sais she had on the back of her sash, arms folding together once she spots who it is. If it's Shredder that's here then this is no wannabe assassin.

"Shredder." A simple greeting in return, eyes not leaving the armored man, "You could say that. How boring would they be without anything fun to spice them up though?"

Silence abates for a few seconds and she finally adds, "You are far from your hunting grounds."

Shredder has posed:
    "Not terribly so, I've found what I was looking for," Shredder responds. "You've made your self a target fairly frequently lately. One might think you were almost looking for antagonists." He doesn't take any ready fighting stance, though to say he was relaxed would be equally inacurrate.

    "Your trade as ever seems to be in the need of and giving assistance. These days your currency seems to come in the form of alliance. It's a currency I value."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Maybe shaking the tree to see what fell off." Elektra retorts in that enigmatic manner of hers. She does arch a brow a moment later as Shredder leads the conversation towards some sort of alliance.

"The Foot looking for allies with those allied with the Hand?" Or former allied. Elektra's allegiances were hard to figure out these days, always with a foot in and out of the Hand. She does smirk under her mask though, "Either you are desperate or ...." she considers the man for a few moments.

"What are you proposing?"

Shredder has posed:
    There isn't a smug arch of the brow, or any other gesture indicating pleasure at his statement being unclear. "I'm searching for anonymity," he says. "I have some excellent retrieval teams, but my quarry is particularly adept. The possibility of a clever mind deducing the purpose is already a threat. Should my team be detected in any way, I would lose a great deal of that anonymity.

    "Your antics at the clocktower last year were not quiet," he says. "I suspect you are not as allied with the Hand as you would imply. "Not to mention you have a current adversary that has you significantly outmanned. I can help with either of those. In return, I want information on the usage of Nth metal."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"So you need someone to take the blame if things go south." The smirk remains on Elektra's expression. But she knows those tactics, she has employed them in the past.

That the target is the Nth metal? That has her mmm thoughtfully. "And who is it that has information on that?" she asks. She imagines Shredder has an idea, considering he spoke of a quarry.

Shredder has posed:
    "The Justice League." The master of the Foot Clan makes no bones about it. "The hero called Hawkman seemed to be particularly knowledgable, but I doubt that he is the sole keeper of that information. I would suspect also LexCorp and perhaps Stark Industries, but the Justice League is the most certain place to find complete information. Beyond that, you'll need to rely on your own resourcefulness. In return, I will put a team of elites at your disposal, some of the greatest warriors of the Foot. You may use them at your discretion, only do not intentionally put them in a position to die."