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Shredder     The front of the dojo looks rather ordinary. Standard advertisements of learning martial arts, complete with posters that have Japanese writing which most of the population can't even read. One sticker in the windwo is of a red footprint with a circle around it. The metal and glass door looks like it's been repaired from lock picking attempts here in Brooklyn a few times.

    Inside, however, it looks quite different. "Hai! Hai! Hai!" A group of adolescent to mid teen students stand in various apparel. A few have proper gi attire, but others wear sweatpants, sports jerseys, or whatever else they could see to apply as workout gear. A shorter bald japanese man with a mustache stands at the front of the room, decorated with japanese paintings of ancient stories of war. Fans are on the walls with various Japanese quotes.

    And at the side of the room stands another man, taller, also japanese, with a scar over his left eyebrow and down his cheek, though it has faded with time, only a hint of a violent event in history.
Jessica Jones Jessica has been looking into a case brought to her by Sarah Westwood, she's been having issues with her son Jimmy, and it seems like a cult-like dojo has got their grasp on his young mind. Jessica decided to look into it once she's received a similar class from another concerned mother, which made her look at some news report, and some instances of violent encounters followed. Everything pointed to a specific dojo with a slightly off the rails sensei, a guy who just might be an actual psycho. It was enough to make Jessica decide to pay the dojo a visit.

Unlike most polite parents waiting to pick up their kid from karate class, she doesn't wait for the lesson to end, she just waltzs in through the door in boisterous fashion, a wide swing, and wide steps inside. Hands dipped in the pockets of her leather jacket, she calls out, "if we can have a little bit of recess, I need to talk to sensei in the office..." she snaps loud enough to be heard over the "Hai" cries from the enthused teens, and almost as an after thought, she adds a non-obligatory, "please." Somehow it doesn't make her sound anymore polite.
Shredder     The sensei in question standing at the front of the room turns, the mustache'd man giving a hard silent look at Jessica. The students break from their maneuvers, and face her as well. "Continue!" the bald man commands. He's not as loud as Jessica, but he has a hardness to him that seems to command the students. He looks back at Jessica. "You go. Class, done in twenty minute." He shoos her back with a single hand.

    Meanwhile, the man at the side in the kimono watches quietly, not speaking. His attention leaves the students to Jessica as well, and he simply watches her, as if waiting to see how she'll respond to the sensei's dismissal of her.
Jessica Jones "Listen, 'Sensei'," Jessica snaps, as she casually walks up to an MMO training dummy, "I'm on a tight schedule too, and I'm here now..." she grabs the training dummy and calls out, "pop quiz," before throwing the dummy at the center of the training mat, forcing the students to react and sorta-kinda breaking the flow of the class. "Consider our meeting an unscheduled emergency..."
Shredder     The sensei turns his attention back to Jessica, as does everyone else, the kids jumping from their positions in startlement. Then the students all look at the man at the side of the room, not at their sensei. The man crosses the mat, picking the training dummy up with one hand, and crosses the space toward Jessica with a calm elegance. The students part like water for him. The bald sensei catches sight of him, and takes a step back. The man waves his hand for him to continue, and the tall scarred Japanese man places the dummy back in its place.

    "This is a place of respect," he says with a hard certainty, like onyx against ivory. "Students come here to learn discipline and self control. Two features you mutually seem to lack. What is your name. What do you want." It's spoken more like a statement than a question, his sable eyes piercingly hostile beneath a calm exterior.
Jessica Jones Jessica looks at the man carrying that quite heavy training dummy with one hand, and let's out an impressed whistle, "you're fucking strong." She listens as the guy lectures her on how the place is for respect. "Not gonna argue there, I've always been told I lack discipline and self control, it's a real bummer, I try and fix it with whiskey," she admits, before shrugging, "it's a work in progress. So out of respect, and before I lose any more self control, who is in charge...? You or Sensei? Whoever it is, let's talk in the office and you can finish the lesson without further interruption."

Strangely she seems a bit unfazed by the display of power and control of the guy all students parted like water from, but she seems to have gotten the clue maybe Sensei isn't the one running the show.

"Name's Jessica Jones, P.I. from Alias Investigations, and a case lead me to your fine dojo, might be inapprorpiate to discuss infront of your students...so office?"
Shredder     The man doesn't look at the students, nor the sensei behind him, though the sensei does seem to notice her comment. "Ms. Jones. Oroku Saki. Do not step on the mat with shoes," he instructs, leading on a path around the mat as he walks to the back of the dojo. He opens the door to the back office, a simple space with a second hand desk. "So what was so urgent that you felt the need to interrupt the lesson?" he asks, and though he is controlled, it's not hidden that the outburst annoyed him.
Jessica Jones "Right..." Jessica concedes, at least through knowing Colleen she knows all about the bullshit respect to the stupid mat and shoes and whatever, at least she hasn't stepped in it in high heels. She gives a final look to the class, and just shakes her head as she follows Oroku Saki to the office, she'll never get the karate stuff, even the non magic variety. "Glad I got your attention, familiar with a Jimmy Westwood? He's a student in this fine dojo...you care about respect and discipline a lot, I'm sure you tried to teach him that?"
Shredder     "We don't discuss our students' lives with strangers that burst into our dojo throwing things around like maniacs," Saki says directly, his eyes narrowing. "Their well-being is important here. Some have enemies and they come here because their home lives are unsafe. I'm not in the habit of repeating questions that people know I've already asked." His stance is as rocklike as his personality, though his vocal tones suggest that he's not interested in making the conversation take longer than necessary.
Jessica Jones "...I don't appreciate a cult masquerading as a dojo and sowing the seeds to bully this community into submission," Jessica flat out stats her concern without any delays. "Jimmy was a good kid, who now has a history of bullying, violently attacking classmates, and apparently was in juvenille custody for teaching a convenient store owner respect when he caught him shoplifting...from all accounts, here is where he learned to stand his ground and demand that 'respect'."

She looks him over, the body language, his stance, and notes, "I know I'm no Wonder Woman, but there's no need to try and intimidate me with body language, I'm not here to cause you trouble...unless the cult accusation is true. I just want to know about your role in radicalizing Jimmy Westwood into a violent punk whose a menace on his community..."
Shredder     . "Ms. Jones." Saki continues not to move. "You speak out of both sides of your mouth. You tell me that someone you believe to be a student here has been acting recklessly and without discipline, but you believe that same individual is under the casual control of a cult. One you are implying is founded in this small dojo," he indicates the room around.

    He turns and walks to the desk, pulling out a small book from the top drawer. It's not in Japanese. It's English with Chinese beneath it. The old cover makes it likely to have been written somewhere before 1980, and the corners have been banged on a few occasions to blunt them. The Art of War by Sun Tzu. "Are you familiar with this book?" he asks. "Chinese master of war Sun Tzu wrote it in the fourth century BC. There are many things we teach in this dojo, Ms. Jones. This being among them." Of course, he hasn't said why he would bring out the old book.
Jessica Jones "Oh, my mouth isn't big enough to speak out of several sides, I'm being very explicit about that...I have some evidence to suggest this place is a corrupting influence." Jessica stats bluntly, before motioning at the door, "students sure parted for you is if their lives were at stake if they disrespected you one iota...just saying."

"I know of it, yes," Jessica grumbles, annoyed by the segue into ancient books. "Ok...so what does that have to do with 3 instances of students from this dojo being involved in juvenile deliquency?"
Shredder     Saki's eyes turn to follow the motion out the door, but the rest of him does not. After she finishes the implication, he continues with an abrupt and simple inhale. "Sun Tzu wrote many things in this small book. One such principle would serve you well presently, and may help you understand better the operation of our school. To win a hundred battles is not the mark of a great warrior," he says simply. "To win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
    He lets out a slight sigh and places the book down. "Are you here about student delinquency in earnest?" he asks. "If so, perhaps you should be here first about your own. Your description of what you are so earnestly concerned regarding this student seems to be uncannily comparable to the very actions you took as you came in the door. You have either a remarkable sense of irony, or a truly unremarkable sense of self. Which do you believe to be the case?"
Jessica Jones Jessica can feel her anger rising as she gets the kind of lecture she might expect of Elektra, she actually does blurt out as her initial response to the lesson, "you wouldn't happen to know a woman by the name Elektra Natchios, would you? I think you'd really get along famously."

"Let me put it in simple terms, since I don't preach poetics like Lao-Tzu," did she just accidentally fumble the name of the writer? Or was the an astute calculated stab? One may never learn. "I have been a victim of the very kind of symptoms I notice in poor Jimmy Westwood, that kid had not an ounce of troublemaking in him before he started taking classses here. He is now all about strength, and teaching lessons to those beneath him who lack discipline. From what I have heard since coming in here, I'd say it's a prime candidate for the source of influence...and I'm not cool with kids being put on the wrong path."
Shredder     "Then let me be also simple," Saki narrows his eyes, the pleasant tone gone, and he takes one step inside of what is considered the personal bubble. "I have witnessed in our short interaction a great many things that give me insight to your person, and I don't like the person I see.

%"You storm into a sanctuary for abused and neglected children and throw things at them because you have so little regard for others that you did not stop to consider the way it may affect the youth out there who have been in abusive homes. Youth who see /that/ type of behavior every day at home and come here to have relief from it.

    "You make unfounded accusations that we are running a cult because someone you understand to be a student here has problems lashing out at others. Now you reveal to me that your vitriol is not fueled genuinely by a concern for that child, but for the way it relates to your own personal history.

    His tone is icy and hard. "So now I know the following about you from this short interaction. You are selfish and have a low view of yourself. You have a paranoia regarding other people. You have a closed mind toward any view of the world that is outside of yourself. And you drink to much. None of these things are the problem of my school, my staff, or my students. It is time for you to leave."
Jessica Jones "Inishgt to my person? The fuck you're on about...?" Jessica doesn't like it one bit that this guy thinks he can tell anything about her from this short meeting. "Please....sanctuary for the abused and neglected?" Jessica doubts, and yet sounds a fair bit upset by the claim. "Oh spare me, this isn't about sparing anyone abuse...and you know it..." but the more he talks, the less Jessica is maintaing eye contact. Infact, she curiously, starts looking aside, but not so much in the way one would avoid gazing at another, as looking distinctly at someone they fear. It's just, that there isn't really anyone else in the room.

"You don't know my personal history, so shut the fuck up," Jessica snaps, with a side look at Shredder, before yelling at the non-existant person she was turning towards, "no, he doesn't! He doesn't know a damned thing! You think I'll let him get away with it? Huh? No shit you got away with it! I had no choice!"
Shredder     Saki is almost like a statue, his anger is palpable, though his display of it is quite different from Jessica's. His dark eyes shift to the empty air where Jessica speaks, but does not allow it to distract him. Many sensei might peacefully stand by and attempt to remove Jessica peacefully unless absolutely necessary to use force.

    Saki is not one of those, or else he has decided that force is necessary. His hand shoots out as she's arguing with the air, snapping for her hand at a pressure point, the objective to cause enough surprise and pain that he can easily turn her hand into a wrist lock by which to escort her out of the building. He's done talking.
Jessica Jones A further proof that Shredder doesn't know Jessica as he claims, because in her super alert state of expecting a Purple Man to take over her life again, she's surprisingly ready for an attack real or perceived. All it takes is for Saki to approach her, and the wrist he was reaching for withdraws while her other hand delivers a furious super powered fist that one might not anticipate from a rather smallish woman like Jessica. "NO!" She shireks at Saki, taking a few steps back, "I am not going back to him!"
Shredder     Saki's response is fast to her punch, though it's clear that he wasn't expecting a super strength level strike. He moves to catch the fist, which lands him backward, shoved by his own grip. The momentum caused by the strike causes him to slam against the back wall, leaving a crack in the sheetrock. He doesn't fall, though, and tilts his head.

    "Interesting."

    He advances again showing that he is not in the least bit deterred by the new knowledge, this time with a more serious level of aggression. "My patience is spent, woman," he declares. With masterful form, he strikes high, though given her recent response time, he anticipates a strong deflection, and deflects his own strike, meaning that she wouldn't be hit regardless. The second, however, is another pressure strike for the ribs. A third with a kick to the nerve cluster on the knee. He's not going for particularly injuring strikes, just particularly painful ones.

    Of course, the crack in the other room means that an entire room of students and the other teacher have all turned their attention toward the office.
Jessica Jones Jessica normally goes out of her way to hide her power, it is precisely because this interaction evoked her PTSD that she let loose her guard, and watching Saki slammed into the black wall, one could visibly see her lips move as she curses silently to herself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she calls out holding her hand up in a show of stopping aggression, "I didn't mean to hit you."

Of course trying to give up when he's decided to teach her a lesson, leaves her defenseless for his next series of strikes, and he has her toppling to the ground in no time, as she snaps, "I said I'm sorry. I'll leave you be, fuck," she snaps, tears actually rolling from her eyes, which doesn't quite match the tough exterior she's shown since setting foot here. But it doesn't seem the pain that's making her cry, because she keeps muttering to herself, "it's not true, you're lying, I'm not...nobody is thinking that..." as she tries to find her footing and get back on her feet. If allowed, she'll turn to leave without another word.
Shredder     Saki does not continue his assault after she goes to the ground, though his stance is hardly sympathetic. As she cries and shows weakness, he neither mocks nor consoles her, a human stone overseeing her as she gets back to her feet. The students watch silently as she exits, and through the front window Saki follows her exeunt.

    He looks to one of the teenage girls in the class. "I want you to find out who she is," he instructs her. He then looks at the instructor. "I want to have a talk with Jimmy Westwood."