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Jessica Jones The door to Alias Investigations is actually not in a good state right now, the glass shattered as if someone was thrown through it, and the handle a bit malformed, but some rigging made it so at least it doesn't swing open. There's a towel hanging over the broken glass partition so people don't get free peeks inside.

Jessica is currently sat at her desk, drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey while using the mouse, her eyes glued to her laptop screen.
Shredder     Saki is far more silent than one might expect with old floors and jerry rigged door handles. He quietly regards the door as he slowly opens it, walking through the space. He's dressed far more casually, no suit, no traditional robes or anything of that nature. A pair of khaki slacks with a red silk button up shirt. Black buttons. The hint of a faded scar over his left eyebrow makes him easy to recognize again even after one meeting.

    He moves with a fluid grace casually turning to face the door as he passes through it, and gently shuts it again without further malady.

    "Ms. Jones," he says politely. "I do hope I am not interrupting." His voice is like black glass, smooth and even.
Jessica Jones Jessica looks up in alarm, holding the bottle as if she's about to use it as a weapon when she realizes someone is suddenly there. She really didn't hear Saki's approach and another voice freaked her out. But seeing the man, her eyes widen a bit, and then she slowly tips the bottle to drink from it, before putting it down.

"You're not seriously going to tell me you're filing a lawsuit over a thrown practice dummy...right?" She sounds skeptical, but also like she's learned to expect the worst. "I do have a pretty good lawyer on hand."
Shredder     Saki remains undisturbed as Jessica brings the bottle up like a weapon, his fingertips resting against each other. "In my experience, people who actually intend to file lawsuits do so, they do not arrive to make a show of the matter," he says. "To answer directly, no. I am not here for any concern for compensation for the other day. "I understand that you are in the business of investigation. So I have come to request an investigation."
Jessica Jones "You'd be surprised the kind of assholes I had the pleasure to cross paths with...obviously, in my line of work, it's to be expected." She looks very uncomfortable to have Saki in there, giving him a quick once over before noting, "no way you want to hire me...so what is this actually about?" But then he goes and proves her entirely wrong, "why not go to literally anyone else? Not that I'm eager to lose cases to competitors, but I did cause a scene at your dojo and we hadn't had the best of first meetings...I'd expect you to have zero confidence in me."
Shredder     Saki answers candidly. "The person I've come to investigate is yourself. I believe you came with a good intention," he confesses. "You had an aim to right a wrong. "I've looked into the student in question, despite your display, your spoke truth. And I appreciate the matter being brought to my attention. But I'm not here about any student."

    He doesn't point, but a glance of those steel eyes shifts to the bottle. "A good part of what I do is to help people," he says, shifting his attention back to her face. "People who are in dire situations. The youth program is part of that, but it is hardly the entirety. Ms. Jones, I'm not one to dance around facts. When I speak to a matter, I speak plainly. You appear to be someone who is in need of help. And I don't mean from a psychologist, pill pusher, or a bottle. You need to find who you are, a matter with which I can help you."
Jessica Jones "Oh...?" That's about the last thing Jessica expected to hear, and she almost reaches for another sip of her whiskey, before recalling how Saki called her an alcoholic without a shred of evidence. It makes her seethe inside, as she opens a desk drawer and puts the whiskey away. "I usually do that, yes," Jessica admits, listening. "So you're saying the individual student was involved with troubled people affecting him...?" Jessica looks even more surprised, why wouldn't he just bury this. "Oh boy..." she grumbles, not at all happy to be painted as the person in need of help. No matter how literally anyone who knows her just slightly below the surface would vouch for that. "I'm fucking Jessica Campbell Jones, I don't need to find out who I am, I know that much..." she looks very suspicious at that point.
Shredder     Saki arches his brow at the declaration, as if to question whether he genuinely needs to combat her declaration of herself. "Every person who has walked the face of this world has faced tragedy. You hear self-proclaimed experts throw words such as personality disorder or brainwashing. We live in a world where mentalists manipulate the minds of other people for intended good or harm."

    Saki slowly and casually makes his way next to the desk, but not so close as to be invasive. He doesn't stand opposite, but to the side. "These terms are frightening, but they are a crutch as well. If you are brainwashed, your faults are another person's. If you have a personality disorder, it is your upbringing. A person can take their own mind, and do far more damage than any outside influence. I cannot say I know the demons that haunt you, Ms. Jones. And before you ask, I'm not hear to coax or pry those secrets from your soul, either. I'm here to teach you to put them to flight, and bring you to command them, and not the other way around.
Jessica Jones "I guess," Jessica allows the notion that everyone faced a tragedy, hell, most of her business is based on those. "I have heard of personality disorders and brain washing, yes, so what's the point?" She listens at least, nodding along to the notion others would try and sway people to become tools for their own agendas.

"You may sit if you so wish, Mr. Saki was it?" Jessica says when he comes nearer, clearly her comfort levels may be a little differently tuned than most. She has a very intense look about it when he makes it personal, "you don't know anything about me, Saki...and..." she thinks of something, but then choses not to speak it.
Shredder     "Saki is my given name," he says, "Oroku is the surname." Japanese culture announces them in reverse, and apparentl that's the tradition he's kept with. He glances to the chair across from the desk, and casually but deliberately sits down. "The point, Ms. Jones, is that the things you've done, and have been done to you, can be prevented in the future. You can move past them. You can take command of your emotions. You won't need a crutch-" he indicates where she had placed the bottle of whiskey. "You won't need to fear losing control of yourself in public situations. Or losing control of your powers." Yes, he didn't forget that she showed herself to have super strength. "Is that what you want for yourself?"
Jessica Jones "I'm sorry, Japanese names are confusing, so Mr. Oroku then?" She tries again, still hesitant despite literally being told the correct form. She smirks when told about things she's done and has been done to, and looks at about wits end when told they could be prevented. "Right...what if I told you I'm not a teen girl with an anorexia disorder because I want to make the cheerleading squad?"

"Please..." she starts before hissing audibly, "fucking hell, can you just forget about the powers bit? Last thing I need is getting pushed to a superhero life, it isn't easy, it's difficult, and I SUCK at that."
Shredder     "I said nothing about being a superhero, I talked about controlling your powers. The next person you throw into a wall may not be able to withstand it quite as well as I can." Saki answers with an arched brow, the implication that she may hurt someone she doesn't intend to if she does not rein herself in.

    "I'm talking about mastery of yourself," he corrects. "And you don't think for one moment that I'm talking about anorexia," he adds. "Please, the show you are putting on is a performance for which you are the only audience. The only defense it provides is one against your own growth. I speak plainly, Ms. Jones. I will not dance around topics with you, speak in riddles that are meant to confuse for the sake of my own ego. I will not make vain attempts to convince you of my wisdom by verbal judo. I speak with you plainly. Do you want to be better?"
Jessica Jones "What do you know about my powers, really...?" Jessica snaps, "and look at the media, expectation is for people who are 'gifted' to go be superheroes and save the goddamn planet..." Jessica sounds angry when she speaks that, or hurt, or both. She almost seems to be twitching, her eyes certainly veer towards the drawer with the whiskey, but she keeps appearances, not reaching for it while Saki is there.

His implication about her carelessness pisses her off and she snaps at him, "I don't go beating up people for fun, ok? I'm a fucking responsible woman, and I'm aware, ok? Don't try and pass me off as some dangerous psycho."

Clenching a hand to a fist as she lowers it under her desk, she snaps, "who are you that you can make me better, and what fucks do you even give to even try it?"
Shredder     The display has a fully neutral response from Saki sitting across from her. "It's what I do. We all have a purpose," he says. "You seem quite driven by your purpose, which I find admirable. The fierceness with which you will pursue to help the people in the way you want to help them, it's rare." The compliment is given without pomp or circumstance. It's direct and to the point. Speaking plainly as he had promised.

    "Usually I am helping people find a purpose. You have one, and I find it a respectable one. What 'fucks' I give is that I want to see someone with a respectable purpose succeed, and thus be an improvement on the world around her. This city needs people who want to take action to make it better. They are in desperately short supply, and those who do often see vigilantism as their primary outlet. You see farther than fist-fighting in alleys. I want to see you succeed so that you might have a genuine impact."
Jessica Jones The choice of thing to compliment, and the delivery, goes a long way to have Jessica not ignore it. Instead she looks at Saki, carefully in fact, actually mulling over his words. "Suppose I take the bait...how do you think you can help me?"
Shredder     Martial arts are often viewed by the outside world as a method of combat," Saki says. "The self-appointed superheroes learn them for that end. Some of them even with a degree of competency. But that is not what the arts are for. Combat prowess is merely a side effect of a disciplined mind. Control of the body. Of breathing. Such things are your initial steps. As you grow in your control, we move to your emotions. They are fickle and destructive. You learn to isolate those emotions and deterine their value in your situation, discarding those that are destructive, and cultivating them when they are a benefit. Once you have done that, We work on your mind. You learn to weigh your thoughts, to recognize your own folly without egotistical defenses. You weigh the input of others, learning to remove your bias so that your decision can be clearly informed. When you have control of your body, emotions, and mind. You will know yourself. And when you know yourself, you can learn to face those who oppose you."
Jessica Jones "Ugh..." Jessica is obviously not a fan, "look, I have friends who have had run in with karate magic cults, it's really not my jam, getting stabbed in the back isn't fun at all." She starts breathing harder, and then stands up, "look, I don't do well in a class setting, someone will say something and it won't go well...besides, how many women do you even have at your dojo? I'll stand out, it'll be terrible."
Shredder     "No cults, no magic," he says. "And there are plenty of women in the dojo," he adds. "Though in your case we can do a more isolated setting to begin if it is something that genuinely concerns you. My wife will be fully aware of the times we meet," he adds, a clear indication that this is not meant to be anything beyond professional. "The only person you will be learning to fight is the parts of yourself that hold you back."
Jessica Jones "Why would that even cross your mind...? I haven't had a boyfriend in...god, I don't date, ok? I stay away from that garbage life..." Jessica snarls, "Whatever, I'll give it a shot just because you went out of your way when I expected a lawsuit, but I'm seriously not the karate magic type..."
Shredder     "Good," the Japanese man stands to his feet. "Regarding my title, which you asked before. Now you can call me Master Oroku. This Thursday, Six o'clock AM." Yes, that early. Congratulations Jessica, you're going to have to learn to be a morning person on top of it all!
Jessica Jones Jessica's eyes flash with intensity as the Japanese man speaks the words, and she shakes her head, "no...no, I can't do it. I'm sorry, it's just not for me." She doesn't disclose a reason, but the very second he mentioned she's to address him as 'Master Oroku' she just entirely shut down to the idea.
Shredder     Saki arches a brow at her sudden heel-turn in the conversation. "Discipline does not come without the cost of comfort," he says. "Six o'clock. Thursday." There's a certain power behind his presence. Solid and unyielding. Unafraid and in complete control. He turns without another word, and leaves out through the door with the broken window.
Jessica Jones "No..." Jessica repeats only this time softer, probably not audible to Saki who insists about discipline. As soon as he leaves the drawer is flung open and she drinks the rest of the bottle, chugging it down. She's full of rage, and it pisses her off even more. Why did she give in. Why did she agree. Should she even go there? Maybe she should speak a word to Danny and Elektra, the resident experts on karate magic people.