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A Call From the Past
By: Rita Arthurs Date: November 1, 2013, 2:27 pm
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[center]† Chapter 1 †
† The Message †[/center]
Many years ago, tales of wonders were spread among these
lands. One of the tales told of the infamous lands which were
known as Bournemouthshire. Bournemouthshire was a land full of
riches and had one of the most significant villages noted in its
history – the village of Glenton. Glenton was the residence of
the infamous five tribes – Amber, Amethyst, Ruby, Sapphire and
Topaz. The Amberians were proud warriors and healers, known for
their sense of righteousness. The Amethystines were the dreamers
and the creators, rumoured to be the sacred guardians of the
Dream World. The Rubians were the adventurers and the
socialites, known for their courage and natural curiosity. The
Sapphirites were the scholars and mages, most of them rumoured
to know just about everything in the world. The final tribe
however was not so kindly regarded – the Deadly Topaz Tribe. It
was a tribe consisting of thieves and assassins; very rarely
even ninjas. There was one Topazian in particular who was
despised – the Mistress of Shadows. After serving to the Topaz
Tribe for many years, her loyalty was altered and belonged to
the Leader of the Amber Tribe. Many regarded that as a sign of
weakness but the ninja could care less.
Near Bournemouthshire of course lied other lands such as
Southern Hampton and Popel. Popel was quite a large land and was
allied with Bournemouthshire but many did not regard its
existence as anything important as Bournemouthshire always
overshadowed Popel. That is until what happened in the later
years of the legends – year known as the tenth since the quest
for knowledge has begun ten years ago for the individuals who
were involved in this very tale. It all began in an unlikely
setting – a ball.
It was a lovely evening. The Popel Mansion was obscured by the
cloak of night. The Mansion was mostly dark and very
old-fashioned. The only lights present were the ones flickering
from the marble windows of a large ballroom, ones of candles.
Tonight a great ball was held by none other than Charlesenton,
the Mayor of Popel in the celebration of yet another success his
Treasurer has achieved that year.
The nobles and aristocrats were happily chattering about their
lovely evening, dresses and other insignificant matters. There
was some dancing but not much as everyone has gathered there for
a reason any aristocrat would know – gossip. Men strode around
and greeted each other as well as bowed to the ladies. They wore
their black suits; some wore monocles or had their pocket
watches withdrawn. They mostly tried to get at least a minute of
Charlesenton’s attention in order to introduce and promote
themselves in the hierarchy. The ladies were dressed in all
sorts of various bright dresses, mostly with stripes as it was
the fashion at the time. They wore lovely long dresses and had
petite hats on top their large wigs or just next to the messy
buns which were considered fashionable. They laughed, what
seemed like merrily, while they waved their fans and gave false
courtesies; typical blethers were around.
Among these haughty aristocrats glided what seemed like yet
another noblewoman yet something about her stood out. She had
smooth silky black hair with similar almost black narrow eyes
which seemed to hold no emotions. Her dress was dark velvet
despite her usual dressing being orange. What made her stand out
was the way she wore her clothes – her dress was tied up in
places so the lace fabric under the top layer was spread out and
made the girl seem more rebellious. Her hair was not a wig nor
tied up in a bun; instead it was flowing smoothly on the girl’s
back. She had a lace ribbon tied into a bow in her hair.
Not only did her clothing make her stand out, but also her
manner of speech and way of walking. She had a walk of a
confident yet careful lady; this was a walk of a fighter and not
of a delicate young lady. She had a strange way of speech which
was emphasised by her foreign accent. She did not seem to
socialise too much but when she did – her whole demeanour
changed. She shut her eyes in order to hide the taciturnity and
lack of interest as she smiled warmly at whoever started a
conversation with her. She would be reserved in the conversation
however as she would merely nod and laugh at the comments made
by others. No one of course minded since why would they miss a
chance of boasting; they dismissed the girl as merely being a
shy soul and always carried on to talk non-stop. As soon as the
girl saw the chance though – she escaped. Her target was not
there so she had little interest in staying and wasting her
precious time.
Just a little more… the girl thought as she pretended to not
care about her surroundings and scanned the room with the corner
of her eye; she was trained for many years to be able to see
absolutely everything around her no matter what. She finally
found who she was looking for and gently changes the course of
her direction. She nearly ran into a butler who was carrying the
drinks. The poor young boy stuttered an apology before blushing
and staggering through the crowd of aristocrats. The girl
dismissed the bumbling fool and carried on to glide past the
arrogant aristocrats towards her goal. She was close when all of
a sudden she was grabbed by the arm. Her eyes widened as the
hand pulled her through the pools of aristocrats and dragged to
a dark corridor. The hand covered her mouth and the owner leaned
in closer towards the girl’s widened eyes.
“Don’t make a sound” the figure hissed as it looked around to
make sure no one was around to interrupt them. The girl could
not see the figure but a strand of light from the ballroom gave
away the eyes of the owner – they were two cold black orbs just
like hers. Fear spread through the girl’s body, something she
has not felt in many years. The figure stared at the girl as
they narrowed their eyes, “I know what you are up to and I warn
you – you better not proceed with your mission.”
The girl was taken aback by these words but she crossed her
eyebrows the next second as she gave the stranger one of her
blood-chilling glared, “Who are you and how do you know me?” she
was going to finish there but she added professionally, “Well it
does not matter too much but you will not be interrupting my
commission.”
The figure seemed to smirk (although it was hard to tell) and
leaned in closer so that their mouth was next to the girl’s ear
as they whispered the following:
“You have been neglecting your ancient oath, runaway of
Odaportu, Ha.”
The girl gasped and the stranger was gone within a second. She
cursed inwardly as she understood that her time was limited and
hastily tore off her dress, revealing a dark orange fabric and
black net ninja gear on her. She swept off the ribbon bow on her
head and put on her orange headband which covered most of her
hair which now hung untidily in a ponytail. She pulled her cloth
of cotton to cover her lower face which included her mouth and
nose and in a flash was back in the ballroom. She withdrew her
grappling hook attached to a rope and swung it at a chandelier,
the hook having caught it without disturbing it and leaving her
undetected. She was on the chandelier in no time and was glaring
at her target – the cursed Treasurer who was, so far, a
troublesome commission. So far no one has noticed her despite
the orange outfit; although it was what she always wore and the
room was quite bright with all the ostentatious dresses either
way so she would not have stood out.
Just one shot… the girl thought as she aimed her shuriken.
Damn! That pig has too many people around him! the girl nearly
growled as she saw the Treasurer get surrounded by even more
people. She would have thought that sitting from such a high
position in the room would give you a pretty good chance to
assassinate; she thought wrong. The girl’s fingers barely
touched the chandelier as she swung herself in a flash towards
the crowd of the aristocrats which were surrounding the
Treasurer. She landed near a table and surprisingly, no one
still could notice her with the merry music and laughter; the
haughty aristocrats could care less about their surroundings as
they concentrated more on their little social groups. Ha stalked
through the groups; twisting, turning, squeezing, shuffling and
even rolling on the floor to get past the crowds.
There… the girl nearly gave away a smirk; it was not a good
trait of a ninja to show emotions. She prepared to throw the
weapon when all of a sudden a table was knocked down from behind
the girl and as she threw the shuriken, her aim was distorted as
she was knocked down by the table.
Damn! I should sense things like this! I am really losing my
senses! the girl kicked the table off her in anger before she
heard loud gasps. Too loud. The girl quickly looked up and found
that instead of the aristocrats staring at her or at the very
least the table (as she would have thought they would), they
were all staring wide eyed at the group who had the Treasurer
among them. The blood in the girl’s face seemed to drain
(although she was pretty pale to begin with). No… This was not
supposed to happen!
“Sire!” one of the noblemen seemed bewildered.
“My lord!” one of the noblewomen whimpered as she tried to
shake the corpse awake, to no avail.
“How could this happen?!”
“Outrageous!”
“Scandalous!”
“Who killed our Mayor, Sir Charlesenton?!” all the eyes were
on the outsider – the ninja girl who stood wide eyed – as
shocked as everyone else had been. It was indeed the Mayor who
she had accidentally assassinated – the man lay dead with wide
eyes, paling skin and blood spilling from his neck where the now
blood-stained shuriken penetrated through his skin and into his
veins.
“Get her! Guards!” the noblemen shouted but all the girl could
do was scan the room. She could not get caught and just as she
was about to be grabbed by the guards, she jumped out the
window. The noticed as she did this the very same figure stood
in the shadows near the knocked down table. Although most of
their face was covered, a smirk could be seen on their face and
just as the girl had suspected – the one who ruined her mission
was none other than a ninja as she could not tell their gender
from the baggy clothing just like hers only black with trims of
gold.
The girl ran in her usual speed-running style where she was
nearly a blur. She jumped from building to building but her
senses were still sharp enough to sense that she was being
trailed. Many shadows… five or six were after her, they were
obviously as well trained as she was if not even better. The
girl barely had the reflexes to dodge all of the weapons they
threw at her. Not only did she have to avoid the weapons, she
also had many obstacles to go through! Many tall walls were in
her way and she really wished she could just blow them up, but
that would not help her reputation any further. She had to
hurriedly make a path for her to climb with her kunai before
stuffing it back in her clothes.
She quickly withdrew her daggers which met with a clash the
ones which were about to slice her head off. The girl glared at
her opponent – another ninja whose eyes were just as cold as
hers. The ninja twisted his daggers and he spun around to strike
at the girl’s side but the girl had already figured his next
move and countered it with a kick aiming for the ninja’s gut.
The ninja quickly jumped back as did the girl in order to avoid
the shurikens he threw at her as he retreated.
It was far from over as the girl was attacked from behind with
something larger – a katana. The girl was shocked to find that a
ninja would carry such a thing, they usually had to stay hidden!
Her opponent used the blade in a way only a professional would
and his steps were much rougher as was his complexion; the girl
quickly concluded that her opponent was merely using a ninja’s
disguise in order to not give away his real identity. The
ninja-wannabe charged at her and swung his katana in the aim of
beheading the girl but the girl had one advantage which he did
not – speed. With no effort at all she tied a rope around the
ninja-wannabe’s legs and when he tried to approach the girl once
again, he fell to the ground…well the roof of the building they
were on. The girl wasted no time and struck the vital points on
his body in order to disarm him – he was not her prey to kill.
The girl did not even get a chance to regain her breath when
she was almost crushed as she dodged away from the fist of yet
another ninja. The crater left behind from their fist told her
that for one, she had to avoid contact with it as much as
possible and two, she was dealing with some sort of a martial
artist. The girl looked at her opponent and noticed how small
the disguised ninja was – it seemed that she was up against a
girl not much older than herself!
~~~
so far that's everything I managed to scratch up
if you have no idea what the weapons mentioned are - just search
it or at least go on wiki page about ninjas, it'll all make
sense then and yes I do know that Ha's ridiculously orange
outfit should not exist in the first place
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Re: A Call From the Past
By: Rita Arthurs Date: November 1, 2013, 9:04 pm
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The girl took this opportunity to ask, “Who are you and
why are you fighting me? You are clearly not my enemy.”
Her opponent let out a quiet yet vicious chuckle, “What
a fool you are, ninja of Odaportu. How would you have forgotten
your Oath? We are merely here on a commission to bring you back,
nothing more.”
The girl gripped her dagger as she let it slide unnoticed
through a small part of her gear which was tainted with poison;
things just got serious – the girl would not let herself
be taken back in order to fulfil an Oath she gave many years ago
due to her ignorance.
“I suppose you do know that I will not go back so
easily…” the girl eyed her opponent with her sharp
eyes slowly, she studied every part of the martial artist with
care since this was going to be a long fight.
“Hmm, yes. We did come to that conclusion…”
the martial artist girl nodded before sprinting up a wall and
jumping down at the girl who jumped out in time before she was
crushed under her opponent’s fist,
“Tch…I’m wasting my energy on
you…” the martial artist cracked her knuckles and
stepped over yet another small crater left behind her attack.
The two girls attacked each other at the same time. The girl
although trying to slash as much as she could through the
martial artist stayed far enough out of her reach. The martial
artist in return switched from attacking with her fists to her
legs. It seemed almost like a dance from a distance if only a
naked untrained eye was able to keep up with the deadly dance
the ninja and the martial artist were engaged in. She should not
have so much speed… the girl thought as she dodged yet
another attack She must be trained to fight against ninjas or
the like…
It was time for the girl to switch from defensive to
offensive. Hopefully she has drained enough strength from the
martial artist as she bid her time while she dodged. It half
worked as the next blow from the girl did managed to scratch the
martial artist’s arm which caused her to hiss. What was
detrimental however was that the girl did not have enough
momentum to withdraw and so the martial artist managed to land a
blow on her in the gut. Hard. The girl flew until she hit a wall
with her back. She fell to her hands and knees as she wheezed
after coughing up some blood. She lifted her head slightly as
she saw a shadow cover the moonlight.
“Let your guard down, eh, ninja girl?” the martial
artist sounded almost amused. The girl nearly laughed as she
retorted.
“I think it is you who let down your guard, moron”
and with those words the beeping which nearly could not be heard
sped up rapidly as the martial artist girl’s eyes widened
at the realisation – somehow during the small amount of
contact which her opponent shared – she managed to place a
small bomb on her garments. The bomb exploded and blew away the
martial artist girl. The ninja rose as she wiped the blood from
her face which spluttered from her former opponent.
She strode – with no signs of her being knocked into the
wall – towards the dying martial artist girl. The bomb was
placed in her front hood and therefore the explosion struck her
right in the chest. The girl was bleeding immensely –
everything was tainted red around her. Her hands, her clothes,
and the roof she lay on. Red. Everything was red.
The ninja girl crouched beside her as she wiped some blood off
the roof with her finger and examined it with something
resembling curiosity, “I did not wish to resort to such
methods but you have me no choice…”
The martial artist girl tried to retort but all was heard was
her gurgling on her own blood which overflowed down her cheek
from her mouth.
“…I think I shall put you out of your misery
now” and with those words the martial artist suffered no
more as the dagger struck her heart, “Rest in
Peace…” the girl whispered. A single tear spilled
from the silky lifeless eyes which longed for life.
Without any emotion, the ninja rose. She walked away from the
corpse as the night wind blew her black hair, covering her eyes.
She proceeded with her journey; she had to hurry as she
remembered that there were two more shadows which pursued her
not long ago whom she has not sparred with.
~~~
Hey, don't say I didn't warn ya
On the brighter side, I love using references! I wonder if
anyone can notice it (probably not, it's very very vague and
requires intelligence)
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Re: A Call From the Past
By: Rita Arthurs Date: November 2, 2013, 6:33 pm
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Surprisingly, the girl did not have to deal with her stalkers
but what she encountered was much worse – the constables.
As she jumped off the roofs, she met a blockade of men and women
dressed in the colours of gold and navy blue complementing their
town’s coat of arms. They had an emblem of a dolphin on
their shirts and the back of their capes as well as on the crest
which was on their feathered hats.
“Hold it right there, assassin!” one of the
constables stepped forward, his rapier withdrawn. He seemed to
be the leader, “You better surrender or we shall have to
use drastic measures!”
The girl rolled her eyes as she jumped high into the air and
somersaulted over the heads of the constables blocking her way.
She seemed to be at the town square and the gate was close. If
she reached that gate, she would be out of Popel and on her way
to Glenton in no time! Fate however had other things in store
for her.
“Do not let her get away!” the leader shouted and
more constables gathered at the gates. The girl cursed under her
breath in a foreign language as she had to change her route of
escape. She abruptly turned right before running into the
constables guarding the gates and with as much force pushed her
feet off the ground. She managed to jump onto a roof of one of
the houses and was on her way through the roofs towards the town
walls. The girl heard footsteps behind her but she dared not
turn her head to see who it was; she did not need to anyway
since she knew already – they were the constables. She
quickly withdrew her rope and grappling hook and let the hook
drop on the ground, swiftly checking it was secure.
“Ready!” the girl’s eyes widened a little.
She was just about to jump off when she heard the loading clicks
of pistols, “FIRE!”
And so dozens of bullets flew out with the puffs of smoke just
as the girl jumped off the wall. Nearly all of them missed since
they were fired just a moment too late but one of the earliest
however did manage to wound the girl – right in her
abdomen. The girl gasped as she fell yet did not forget to
clench her fist around the rope which tensed as soon as her body
pressured the rope to rip and send her falling to her death. The
rope was quite long and so the girl was not far off the ground.
She felt the rope starting to shake a little and as she looked
up, she noticed one of the constables nearly finishing to cut
her rope. Before he could do that, the girl pulled the rope hard
as she leaned her feet against the wall, causing the grappling
hook to break free and destroy the small part of the wall to
which it was attached. The constable fell with the bricks as the
girl used the momentum to run across the wall while folding away
her rope and grappling hook. She jumped down into a nearby tree
just as the constable’s body made contact with the ground.
Before jumping off the tree, the girl hissed as she put her
hand to her wound. It hurt immensely. She sucked in some air
before she jumped down and ran for her life. More shots could be
heard in the distance but the girl was already far from the
walls and none of those could reach her. She ran with whatever
strength she had in her eastwards.
[center]†††[/center]
“Curses!” the leader of the constables clenched
his hands into fists. He has failed his mission and now had no
idea how he was going to report back to the headquarters.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks as he noticed something
glimmering in the dark. He approached and found a small crystal
lying on the ground with the tribal crest of Amber.
He clenched the crystal as rage could be evident on his face,
“You shall pay for this, Glenton!”
And with those words he stormed with his discovery to the
headquarters. This was big news and a start of something new.
Something big and ominous.
Not far sat a group of five dressed in dark ninja garments
with gold threaded into exotic patterns. There was a sixth but
the figure lay still and was covered in dark cloths.
“The Master’s plan was successful…”
one of the females hissed in excitement. Although most of the
garments covered her body, the long blue hair could not be
concealed entirely meaning her identity could be easily found
out which was the true reason she has not engaged in combat that
night.
“Yes…but not without loss…” the ninja
with dark emotionless eyes who has started all this back in the
mansion barely glanced at the body which lay covered in cloths.
He seemed to be the leader and with his slim figure could be
easily classified as the true fully trained ninja of the group.
“What do we do now?” the ‘ninja’ with
the strong build turned to look at their leader.
“We carry on” the ninja waved his hand and the
other four disappeared just as he dropped some powder and
disappeared himself. The powder exploded and completely
destroyed the body and the building it was on.
[center]†††[/center]
It was a calm evening at Glenton but there were some clouds
gathering as a light rain began to dribble. There was a great
feast not long ago with celebrations and a performance of the
trainers. There was a tradition that each year the villagers
classified as the ‘eleventh year’ would put on a
show to entertain the entire Glenton. What everyone enjoyed the
most however was the cross-dressing of the male trainers as they
sung a jolly song and danced while the villagers cheered and
laughed.
That evening of course was attended by the Amber tribe leader
– Rita Arthurs. She wondered where her favourite ninja
servant has gone off to but decided it was nothing important as
the ninja always avoided such events. That night she wore her
ceremonial robes which were of pure white with yellow threaded
in patterns of crosses, suns and shields. She had a large hood
behind her and a large crystalline medal hung on her chest with
the Amber tribe crest. Her trusty sword Excalibur of course was
hidden under her robes as she did not want to be caught off
guard at any time. Just before Rita could leave the feast
completely, she was tripped up by a certain annoying brat.
“How many times must I say not to do this, you
brat?!” Rita fumed as she got up and glared at the person
in the shadows who had their foot in a brown boot stuck out. The
lantern which was not too far revealed the figure to have brown
trousers, a purple shirt and a green jacket. The figure stepped
out of the shadows completely to reveal a girl of fourteen with
messy brown hair and a ****y grin on her face.
“You know that I could not resist the temptation,
sunbeam” the girl laughed as she pointed her finger at
Rita as the latter scowled at the nickname she was given.
Rita huffed as she rubbed some dust off her ceremonial robes,
“What are you doing here anyway, Pearson? I thought you
were banished!”
The girl in front of Rita was none other than the runaway
Kiera Pearson, former member of the Amethyst tribe. Kiera was
supposed to be the leader of her tribe and was an excellent
archer but her constant avoidance of her duties and some other
mishaps led her to flee Glenton from the Order half a year ago.
Kiera rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms, “Like
that would keep me out!”
“True…” Rita laughed. She of all people knew
what Kiera was capable of. Not long ago the two girls were
bitter rivals as Kiera was always crazy while Rita’s pride
did not let her conform and give in to her desire of having fun
and so had to try and impose rules and limits on Kiera’s
ridiculous behaviour. The two however not too long ago realised
that they had way too much in common and so put their
differences aside as they formed a truce.
“Where’s my favourite stalker?” Kiera looked
around as she kept grinning.
“You mean Ha?” Rita rolled her eyes at
Kiera’s strange naming habits. She pointed at Kiera
accusingly, “She was not with me tonight and you still
haven’t answered my question!”
“You know I would never miss a show when Order members
have to cross-dress!” Kiera laughed at the memory of the
show she saw not too long ago.
“It’s most likely the only reason people go to the
feast…” Rita agreed, “No matter how many times
we have this every year, they always want the same thing!”
“That’s because it’s the best part of the
feast!” Kiera raised her hands dramatically to emphasise
her point.
“Whatever. How is living like a savage turning out to
be?” Rita smirked.
“Jolly fun!” Kiera stuck her tongue out at Rita,
“I already have at least four minions!”
“How can someone like you get minions?” Rita
asked, feigning disgust. It was puzzling to her how anyone would
follow a lunatic like Kiera.
“Charms, Rita deliciae, charms” Kiera paused
before adding, “And a pint of ‘Pff,
talent’.”
“Will you quit the lunatic talk?” Rita looked
annoyed, “You know I can’t understand a word you say
when you do that!”
“Si vis, cara” Kiera faked a little bow as Rita
scowled. Upon seeing Rita’s annoyed expression, Kiera
merely laughed, “Well I must be off now, mind you! I did
not come to visit my favourite moody sunbeam! My sister
awaits!”
“Whatever” Rita grumbled as Kiera disappeared into
the crowd. As she walked away she muttered,
“Moron…”
~~~
I do enjoy writing about the two idiots aka me and Claire
although I suppose this was not as entertaining as I wanted it
to be but meh
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Re: A Call From the Past
By: Rita Arthurs Date: November 2, 2013, 9:30 pm
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Rita made her way through the Amber tribe streets towards the
Cathedral, her residence. She barely took notice of Katherine
‘guarding’ as it was her duty night; she seemed to
be deeply absorbed into some book about strange life forms or
some other science related gibberish. She has officially
proclaimed that she believes in no God and was close to being
kicked out of the Cathedral if not the tribe altogether since
the Amber tribe took the most pride in their faith which they
had in the Sun God.
Rita carelessly and tiredly dragged her feet up many flights
of stairs before she reached the top of one of the towers and
kicked the wooden door open. The door revealed a room belonging
to none other than herself. It was nothing too fancy – a
large bed covered in silks of white and yellow, a large desk
with tonnes of paper on top, a large comfortable chair and
dozens of bookshelves full of books of different topics and
languages. Although Rita did not have a chance to read all the
books she owned, she was a somewhat of a book collector. As long
as it was made of paper, had writing on it and had a hardback
cover – it interested Rita. Some called her a
‘bookaholic’.
Rita quickly checked the room next door and was distressed to
find that Ha was still not back from…well from wherever
she went. Somehow that excuse of having to go to the library
seemed suspicious now. For one – Ha was extremely lazy
despite her looks and did not seem at all interested in books.
Rita sighed and collapsed on the chair in front of her desk.
She groaned as she looked at all the work which piled up during
the day which she neglected. She rubbed her left eye before
putting on her spectacles. Yes, spectacles. The workload has led
her to having her eyes hurt and so she had to wear spectacles
every time she was working. She picked up a scroll and skimmed
through it. It seemed that she had to solve the problem with the
tribe’s finances which were spent on candy…
The door burst open as a girl in orange ninja garments fell on
one of her knees. She panted heavily and had one of her eyes
closed as she winced in pain.
“Ha?” Rita’s eyes widened as she took in what
she saw in front of her: her best friend and ninja was bleeding
uncontrollably to the point that she was about to lose
consciousness from the blood loss. Before she could do so, Rita
raced towards the girl and caught her before she could come in
contact with the carpet, “Ha…what…what is
going on? Where have you been?!”
“…I…they…blood…” the girl,
Ha, seemed to struggle to say something before losing
consciousness. Panic was evident all over Rita’s face as
she looked to the source of the bleeding. She found that it
seemed like Ha was shot in her abdomen. Rita decided not to lose
any time and carried Ha to her bed next door. Ha’s room
was quite dark. It had a single bed and lots of weapons hanging
or lying around. Beside that she had a target and a dummy on
which she practiced her skills.
Rita ripped off the garment which covered Ha’s wound,
not forgetting to leave the rest of the garment untouched;
goodness, she was not trying to ruin her friend’s clothes
entirely! She examined the wound, using her abilities which the
Sun Crystal gave her to have more insight inside the body, and
squinted as she noticed something.
I think I can see the bullet Rita put her left hand over the
wound as it started to glow. The Sun Crystal was embedded in her
left hand. Over the years, the crystal seemed to have grown and
now Rita’s entire palm was crystallised. Of course she
tried to hide this fact by wearing fingerless gloves as much as
she could. She focused her energy and the crystal began to pull
the bullet towards it as if it was a magnet. Soon enough, the
bullet was safely out and all Rita had to do was clean and heal
the wound. Thankfully since she was trained to be the leader of
the Amber tribe, she learned all about healing so Ha was
bandaged in no time.
Rita sighed in relief as she relaxed and removed the sheets
she put around her friend to stop the blood tainting her bed.
She placed Ha carefully under her sheets and tucked her in.
Before she exited the room, she stole one last glance at the now
peacefully sleeping ninja and left the room contented.
As she sat down once again in front of her desk, she frowned.
What could have possibly caused her friend to be injured to such
an extent? That had to wait until tomorrow as she moaned,
“Ugh…so much paperwork…why me…”
After working through the workload, she drifted off to sleep
on the desk. Unbeknown to her, the slightly opened window was
creaked open as a dark figure slipped inside. The figure looked
around and was startled to find Rita sitting down on her chair.
The figure relaxed as soon as he realised that Rita was merely
asleep and proceeded with his objective. He found her in the
next room – sleeping and unsuspecting a thing.
~~~
Woo! Chapter 1 done!
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Re: A Call From the Past
By: Rita Arthurs Date: November 5, 2013, 4:46 pm
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[center]† Chapter 2 †
† Delivered †[/center]
The morning sunrays were fighting their way through the
silvery window curtains in Rita’s room. The window was
very slightly ajar making the curtains dance around as a gentle
breeze blew through it.
Rita stirred in her sleep and fell of the desk and her chair,
awaking her. She grumbled something unintelligible before
scratching her messy hair which began to curl. Rita approached
her window and groaned as she saw this and immediately brushed
her hair; she disliked how her hair curled for some reason. It
was not entirely straight as it was still quite wavy but that
was as straight as it would get. Since when did I turn into a
poodle…? Rita thought before she noticed the spectacles on
her nose and removed them, placing them back on her desk. She
forced herself to drag into the bathroom and clean and awaken
herself fully.
Rita came out dressed in her usual clothes as she has removed
the ceremonial robes from the other day. She wore her usual
armour and soft cream, yellow and brown clothes with high
leather boots. The skirt was barely visible and her style
resembled one of a male’s which is why she was often
confused as one. She had her long hair up in a way that it
seemed that she had a small pony tail. Of course she did not
forget her cross earrings, cross necklace and various chains
attached to her clothes randomly some of which had a potion or a
crystal or two attached. Most important of all – she of
course wore her green scarf proudly as it was an important item
to her.
She sighed heavily before she walked to check how Ha was doing
in the next room. She raised her brows in surprise as she
discovered that Ha was no longer in her bed or anywhere around
the room. Odd… Rita thought but shrugged the thoughts off
of ominous something happening to her friend; Ha was after all a
ninja – she could handle anything herself and this
happened often anyway.
On her way down the steps of the tower, she noticed though one
of the windows that there was a form of protest happening
outside the Cathedral. What did Pearson do now? Rita frowned and
sped up her pace.
“Ah, Sir Arthur-!” one of the Amberians rushed
towards Rita but Rita walked past merely mouthing:
“Not now.”
Rita flung the large doors, which were at least ten feet high,
and walked out into the bright light of day.
“It’s about time!” one of the peasants
shouted in outrage.
“When are you going to take the consequences for your
actions?!” another one shouted out.
Rita squinted her eyes as she tried to adjust them to the sun.
The entire Cathedral seemed to be surrounded. No. Perhaps even
the entire Glenton. The peasants wore navy blue and black
clothes and did not seem to belong to Glenton or even
Bournemouthshire. Popelians… Rita concluded. Her studies
had her prepared to recognise a citizen or villager from just
about anywhere in the kingdom.
“I say we should do the same to this Leader” one
of the peasants spat out the word, “what he did to our
Mayor!”
Cheers were followed with raised pitchforks. Rita on the other
hand looked rather…bored. That was the only word which
could describe the sceptical, almost mocking face she had since
she did not even bother showing any fear what-so-ever.
“Off with his head!”
“Kill it with fire!”
“BURN THE WITCH!!!”
The last shout nearly deafened Rita since it came from right
next to her. Rita put her palm across her right ear and turned,
scowling, towards the source, “Pearson, I understand that
you want to be the wittiest in the entire Bournemouthshire, but
I did not think you would resort to such actions as to kill
me.”
The ludicrous teen shrugged, “Don’t flatter
yourself, Arthurs. For one – I am the wittiest in the
entire land and since when do you have wit? Furthermore, if I
wanted to kill you, I would come up with a more creative
way!”
Rita eyed Kiera with suspicion before pointing to the mob of
angry Popelians, “Then who on earth gathered
this…this…gourd?”
“…You mean horde?” Kiera tried to keep a
straight face while Rita flinched at the correction. Kiera
shrugged, “No idea, but it wasn’t me!” she did
not forget to add quickly under her breath a ‘this
time’.
~~~
Gotta love the retards of this story
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Re: A Call From the Past
By: Rita Arthurs Date: November 5, 2013, 6:06 pm
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Cold. So very cold.
The cold ground was not only…well cold but also quite
soggy and disgusting. The smell was terrible as if one was
bathing with the pigs in some sort of dung. It was nearly
nauseating and one would only wish nothing more to run home and
bathe after even smelling such a foul odour let alone be in
whatever had caused it.
Slowly Ha fluttered her eyelids open to find an
ominous-looking sky. It was full of grey clouds which were
passing by slowly. The edge of Ha’s vision was bordered
with dark rooftops of tall buildings; also dark.
She slowly began to turn to her side before realising that she
really was lying in some sort of dirt or worse as her hands
slipped and she fell chin down on the ground. It should have
hurt, but Ha felt nothing as she moaned before attempting to
once again accumulate an upright position.
“Try not to move too much, you’ll spread the
poison” a chilling voice advised which nearly made Ha
jump. She turned her head to find the very same ninja who
started the chaos in the ball.
“You…” Ha tried to sound as fierce as
possible but her mouth was dry and her wound still seemed to
hurt.
“I’m surprised you survived and managed to escape,
I’ll give you that” the ninja folded his arms. Ha
could now clearly tell that the ninja was a male, “You
were lucky that you were that filthy paladin’s lap
dog”
Something seemed to snap inside Ha as she jolted up and in a
second had her dagger next to the ninja’s throat,
“Say one more disreputable word about my master and you
die. Here and now.”
“Scary” the ninja made his sarcasm evident as he
rolled his eyes and tried to push the dagger away with his index
finger. Ha did not move her dagger and kept glaring at the
ninja, “Oh!” The ninja’s attention suddenly
shifted to something behind Ha as he lifted his hand up as if
covering his eyes from the sun and amusedly stating, “Well
would you look at that! I guess you will have to travel around
without your equipment!”
Ha felt mortified as she felt for her pockets and found them
empty. The only reason she had her dagger was because it was in
a hidden pocket. She turned her head to find two thieves
scurrying away and nearly tripping with her equipment.
“Better get it” the ninja mused, “I
wouldn’t risk it walking around with a mere pointy knife
around the streets of Londinium”
The ninja seemed to smirk as he disappeared, satisfied with
seeing Ha’s of pure horror as she realised the meaning of
his words. It was not the fact that she was without proper
equipment, clothes or money, but the fact that she was in
Londinium – the capital of Britannia – very far from
Bournemouthshire.
~~~
Oooooooh~ So we're finally getting some progress in the plot
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Re: A Call From the Past
By: Rita Arthurs Date: November 5, 2013, 6:56 pm
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“Okay…” Rita took in a deep breath before letting it out again
and looking up from her intervened hands in front of her face,
“Let me get this straight… You are saying that my ninja broke
into your city to assassinate the mayor under my orders?”
The Treasurer of Popel nodded. Rita sighed again and massaged
her temples. This was not making any sense. Currently she sat in
her conference room. She sat on a large chair resembling a
throne and had her elbows on top of the round table. The
Popelians have agreed to have negotiations before a war between
Bournemouthshire and Popel broke out and so the Treasurer as the
next candidate for the Mayor was sat across Rita on the round
table.
What Rita was puzzled about though was what on earth the man
was talking about. Nothing made sense to her. Nothing. What
ninja? What order of assassination?
“Look…” Rita rested her hands on the table, “I have no idea
what you are talking about since all I was doing yesterday was
slacking o-I-I mean attending our annual ceremony of
Entertainment Devoted to thee Holy Night. And I can assure you
that I gave no orders what-so-ever to any ninjas to assassinate
the Mayor of Popel of all the people!”
The Treasurer did not seem discouraged at all and would not
back down, “We know it was your ninja-”
“Do you have proof?” Rita demanded, rather brusquely. The
Treasurer nodded and gracefully threw something across the
table. Rita caught it to discover that it was Amber’s tribal
crest. Who… Rita examined it with wide eyes, “I-impossible…I did
not send-!”
The Treasurer sighed and smiled reassuringly, “We do not blame
you…”
“How dare you lie to me straight in the face” Rita said
coldly. She saw that fake smile too many times.
“I-I beg your pardon?!” the Treasurer seemed startled that he
was interrupted so rudely.
“I said I will not tolerate lies under my holy Cathedral” Rita
carried on, “You clearly see me as the prime suspect because…”
Rita took in a deep breath, everything finally clicked together
at that moment, “My ninja was seen to assassinate the Mayor.”
The Treasurer’s eyes widened, “S-So you admit-?!”
“I admit nothing. Nothing.” Rita repeated to make herself
perfectly clear, “I know of the ninja you speak of but I can
assure you that her business there had nothing to do with
neither Glenton nor Bournemouthshire”
The Treasurer nodded, “And where is the ninja?”
Rita took in a deep breath, “That…I do not know…”
The Treasurer’s patience seemed to snap as a dark aura now
surrounded him, “Arthurs…” venom could be heard in his voice. He
hissed, “If this ninja is not persecuted and put to a public
trial, you will have trouble, mark my words!”
And with that, the Treasurer left rose and exited the room.
Rita sighed and collapsed back into her chair. She looked around
at the small room which on all of its five walls had each
tribe’s crest.
What am I going to do with you, Ha…? Rita looked remorseful as
she covered her face with her hands. She left two gaps between
her index and middle fingers so that she could open her eyes and
still see around her. The night before did seem suspicious to
Rita but she never would have thought that Ha would actually go
out and murder someone. Rita shook her head. No…I will not
judge…She must have had her reasons…I hope… Although Ha’s doing
things without Rita’s consent and ruining the peace broke Ha’s
Oath to Rita, Rita could not, would not dare to hate the girl.
She has grown attached to Ha over the years and regarded her as
a little sister.
Rita knew what she must do and summoned the one person no one
would ever suspect.
“You called me, Arthur, my boy~?” the summoned asked in a
sing-song voice as she curtsied before Rita.
“Yes…” Rita said through gritted teeth; oh, how she wished she
didn’t have to resort to this! “You are going to be suspected
the least if I sent you…”
“Oh? I am intrigued!” the blonde’s eyes seemed to sparkle,
“Tell me more!”
Rita took in a deep breath, closed her eyes and let it out
again before opening her eyes, “I am sending you on a mission to
find Ha and protect her at all costs. Once you find her, you
must report to me immediately but in a code. Do I make myself
clear?”
“Ooh! A mission!” the blonde jumped up and down, ignoring her
long elegant dress, “And to find a real ninja! Gosh! I already
feel like a ninja myself!”
“Shut it, you wannabe ninja! Scram! And don’t disappoint me!”
Rita snarled.
NikiLOL giggled before she disappeared in a mist. This shall
be interesting… Rita looked up at the ceiling, regretting her
decision already. Sorry, Ha… You’re going to have to put up with
her for your own good…
~~~
And so our second main character is revealed! Huzzah!
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Re: A Call From the Past
By: Rita Arthurs Date: November 6, 2013, 6:18 pm
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Despite the slight pain which Ha felt, she sprinted after the
thieves. The two thieves knew Londinium much better than Ha so
it was hard to navigate through unexpected passages, twists and
turns of the streets and so on. If Ha was at her best health,
she would capture the two thieves with lightning speed but that
was not the case so she had to run at an average human’s
pace.
The two thieves knew of Ha’s presence after hours of
trying to lose her by knocking down barrels and boxes to try and
trip her up, they decided to change tactics. The two nodded
before splitting and running down two separate alleyways. Ha had
half a second to think – left or right? Which thief would
she pursue? Her lips pressed tightly into an expression of
annoyance. She turned left as she remembered the thief who ran
this way to have most of her weapons which she would need.
Running down the alleyway, she noticed how the buildings
became more worn away the further she ran. She began to pant
softly while her legs began to ache. Her vision was going a bit
blurry but she kept on running. I have gotten this weak…
Ha could not help but feel frustrated with herself. After years
of training, she could not catch a mere thief! She squeezed her
eyes shut and sped up. She concentrated on her senses and before
opening her eyes, took in a deep breath. Drops of sweat were
beginning to form on her forehead but she could care less as her
eyes focused on something at the next dark corner.
There… Ha’s lips were fighting a smirk as she had
her dagger ready in her hand and jumped onto the figure in the
darkness. The figure swiftly moved aside and let Ha nearly smash
into the wall. Although taken by surprise that her pre-emptive
strike failed, she directed her feet to make contact with the
wall instead of her head and jumped away, using the momentum to
twist in the air while trying to land some damage on the figure.
The figure however kept dodging skilfully. Wait a minute…
Ha stopped in her tracks and jumped back to try and see who the
figure was. She had to make sure:
“Are you following me again?”
Cold laughter could be heard as the figure revealed themselves
to be the very same ninja who had got Ha into this mess,
“Sharp, aren’t we?”
Ha scowled, the ninja was clearly mocking her. Ha wasted no
time and decided to attack the ninja as she did not get a chance
to spar with him before. The ninja lazily took out his daggers
to meet Ha’s.
“Well I guess not that sharp…” the ninja
mused, “Since you missed both the thieves”
Ha jumped back but for no more than a second as she launched a
kick, aiming for the ninja’s head. The ninja countered by
blocking with her leg with his arm.
“They split up!” Ha spat out, “There was
nothing I could do!”
Ha knocked out the ninja’s weapons out of his hands with
her other leg as she jumped up and twisted. The ninja did not
seem too bothered as he grabbed the back of Ha’s neck
before she could jump away from the area within his grasp.
“…Just how terrible is your state?” the
ninja eyed Ha curiously as he lifted her, nearly choking her to
death, “Did you not sense that those two were mere
illusions?”
“What?” Ha barely whispered. How could I miss
something like that?! Wait a minute…! “You made me
run around an unknown town for hours?!”
At this point the ninja threw Ha into a wall before chuckling.
Ha grumbled as she got on her feet, ready for the next attack.
“Oh, would you look at the time!” the ninja
pretended to look at a pocket watch, “It is my time to
leave!”
Ha hurriedly ran up to the ninja who had his back to her,
about to leave.
“Don’t you dare-” Ha was about to grab the
ninja before he left but the ninja turned and faced Ha before
she could.
“One more thing…” the ninja seemed more
serious, “If you want your equipment back, you’ll
have to search in Western Maxecclesia”
And with those words the ninja was gone as if he was never
there in the first place. Ha clenched her hands into fists.
Where was she supposed to find this so called Western
Maxecclesia? She barely knew the city and all she knew about it
was that it was dreadfully enormous.
Deciding that there was no point in sulking about her being
lost, Ha spun around and jumped on a roof. Information is what I
need, and information is what I shall find Ha thought as she
headed to the nicer looking buildings. By theory, Ha assumed,
the buildings with higher class would lead her to some sort of a
centre where there would be many people she could gather her
information of. How? Well let’s just say she has her
ways…
Not far from where Ha and the ninja were not too long ago lay
a river which flowed through Londinium. The mist from the river
began to creep towards the exact place where Ha was and began
turning into a figure, “There you are, you silly
munchkin!”
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The day was getting tedious by the minute as Rita was
surrounded by tonnes and tonnes of paperwork. She thought that
she could relax for the day as she has done all her paperwork
last night…boy, was she wrong! She chewed on her quill, a
bad habit she obtained, as she looked at the scroll before her.
Honestly, why do I have to care about the transport issues of
Popel?! Rita was boiling with rage inside before a sense of
calmness washed over her, giving her more patience with her
work. Rita carried on calmly, it’s not like she had a
choice. She had to do all the work for her tribe and Popel as
there was no one currently in the Mayor’s position. Since
the Mayor of Popel was assassinated brutally in the eyes of
literally in front of the entirety of Popel’s aristocracy,
there was quite the competition to get the next seat of the
Mayor. The most likely candidate to succeed of course was the
Treasurer – Gerhard Wilsington. His recent success was due
to his new alliance to the Order making him the number one enemy
of most of Glenton, but it seemed that the Order would get him
his desired position.
Rita sighed. The Order was growing in power tremendously over
the recent years despite the many times she and her friends has
defeated them again and again thus Glenton not falling into the
hands of the Order for this long. Since last year however, High
Priest Glove has appointed Chancellor Pansy to rule over half of
Glenton which meant that Rita had to tolerate the terrible
monkey-seal hybrid (he was human of course but that did not mean
that he could not look like a monkey and a seal at the same
time) around her village. Oh, how she loathed the man-freak.
Most of Glenton did and they still had hope in Elder Nallen of
Glenton to take back the entire control of the village. Elder
Nallen was a kind old man; everyone respected him. He always
cared for the well-being of the villagers and even knew every
single one by name despite his old age! Of course as he was
getting older and older, the villagers began to fear that in no
time Pansy would be appointed to rule over the entire Glenton.
“Holy cow! You wear spectacles?!” a voice startled
Rita and she nearly knocked over a pile of work she finished not
too long ago as she withdrew Excalibur, ready to slice the
intruder in half. The intruder carried on, more amused now,
“Wow…you actually look smart, for once!”
Rita gritted her teeth as she sheathed her sword and removed
her spectacles after seeing who she was facing,
“Pearson… I suggest you leave now if you want your
whole body to make it out of my room and not just your head
rolling down the stairs while the rest of your body would be
thrown out the window”
“You were never much of a creative threat
announcer” Kiera shrugged as she walked around
Rita’s room as if she owned the place. She took some books
off the shelf and made a face before putting them back in place,
“What sort of books are these? And half of these are in
alien language!”
“Doesn’t that mean you should understand them
then?” Rita glared at Kiera. Rita crossed her arms,
“What’s wrong with my books?”
“The better question is what isn’t wrong with
them!” Kiera dramatically lifted her hands up in the air
as if to show her outrage, “You don’t have a single
spy book! Are you mad?!”
“Has anyone ever told you that you need a high five,
with a chair, in your face?” Rita closed her eyes as she
smiled her eerie smile.
“Hey! Smiling like a psycho is my trademark!”
Kiera pointed accusingly at Rita.
“Whatever, I don’t care” Rita huffed in
annoyance, “What are you still doing here? Must I remind
you every time that you are banished?”
Kiera rolled her eyes as she continued to examine the books,
“Who cares about what those idiots say? I walk where I
want! Besides, I would want to spend the Holy Night with my
sister!” Kiera turned to Rita with an odd spark in her
eye, a spark which meant trouble, “Also, I would regret
not seeing you in all this trouble! It’s like an early
Holy Night present!”
Rita frowned, “This is pretty serious, Pearson”
“Yeah, I can’t always be there when you are yelled
at” Kiera nodded.
Rita was about to throw a book at Kiera, “That’s
not what I mean, you brat! Why can’t you ever be serious
at least about something?!”
“Simple!” Kiera clasped her hands together as she
twirled to face Rita, “If I did act serious, you would
most likely put me into a mental asylum!”
After some thought, Rita finally answered, “…Good
point”
Rita shook her head and looked at Kiera with a menacing glare,
“State your business here”
“Ouch. Didn’t think you’d get so formal with
me all of a sudden, buddy” Kiera's face feigned
hurtfulness, “I am here as I have some interesting
information which I have found about your fellow
ninja-runaway!”
This, of all the things Rita expected Kiera to say, was the
last she would have thought Kiera would mention! Rita,
forgetting all about her anger hurriedly blurted out,
“What is it? Is she fine? Do you know where she is? For
goodness sake, say something already!”
Kiera grinned before leaning in and pressing her index finger
onto her lips, “Don’t tell anyone I told you,
it’s a secret~!”
~~~
Gah, why can't my brain come up with something amusing?! The
whole point of Kiera and Rita is to have some comic relief in
this dark story! skjghkjshgkdhjkdh
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Re: A Call From the Past
By: Rita Arthurs Date: November 9, 2013, 5:44 pm
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After working her magic of ‘politely persuading’
some townsfolk to tell her information she needed, Ha finally
found her destination – Western Maxecclesia. It was an
area in Londinium of most importance as it was the
centralisation of Britannia’s power and sovereignty. What
Ha was after however seemed to be the rather large assembly
which resembled the Amber Cathedral – high windows, mighty
towers and of course it was as busy with people as ever. It was
not surprising since it was the middle of the day, but since Ha
was only after her belongings, it was unfitting in her situation
due to the level of stealth required.
Ha took a slow breath, she had to get her belongings as fast
as she could so she needed to enter the edifice right now.
Luckily for her, she was a trained assassin and ninja meaning
that naturally her training involved her being a spy in
disguise. With some of the skills, she managed to sneak into one
of the more honourable houses around the area and form a
disguise that of an important official. Sure it was illegal, but
important nonetheless.
Knowing fully well the tendency of having male dominance in
such places, Ha had her silky black hair tied up neatly behind
her, well combed and cared for. She wore a bright orange suit
which made her stand out even if she did not intend to, but she
could not abandon her traditional way of dressing – the
tendency to dress in orange once in the Topaz tribe. The crests
and badges indicated that she was of high importance and
hopefully she would not be approached due to the class
difference. She could have taken the alternative by dressing as
a servant but since she was surrounded since early age by the
haughty aristocrats, the Rubian narcissist whose name she does
not bother to remember, Kiera and most importantly Rita, she
adapted to their behaviour to walk around as if they own the
place and never make oneself seem as though they were at a
disadvantage. If you are lost? Pretend you know where you are
going! Isolated in some unknown city with no money or equipment?
Get some even if it involves kidnapping, convincing, bribery or
even theft! Whether that was good influence or not, it was not
for her to decide but it was what she knew and learned well.
Looking at Ha, anyone could tell that she was a noble foreign
male of high status who had business in the Commons.
I suppose cross-dressing comes natural when your master is
pretty much classified legally as male although their biological
make-up states otherwise… Ha thought as she walked past
the wide open doors and into the building inside. The inside was
just as busy as the outside if not busier.
Ha walked down the corridors, looking like she knew what she
was doing, of course. Due to her ability, she was able to
impersonate almost anyone. Before she worked for Rita, she used
to be the master spy and assassin of the Topaz tribe known as
the Mistress of Shadows. She was infamous for completing even
the almost impossible commissions and her ability to get into
almost anyone’s good books with her skilful deception. So
far, only one person managed to detect her lies in her entire
life – Rita. Many years ago, Ha was hired by the Order to
assassinate Rita due to the troubles she caused them through her
natural rebelliousness when she was younger. The
attempt…failed utterly as Rita was able to see through
Ha’s disguise as a messenger. Not only that, she even
managed to defeat Ha in a spar! Ha learned from that encounter
why the Order wanted Rita out of the way – her rage was
destroying the expensive pottery as she threw things around when
in a tantrum. Of course there were the matters of Rita being
quite mad (despite her denials), had too much power, and of
course her being completely anti-Order, influencing those around
her due to her position meaning that Glenton also shared her
views (not that Rita’s presence was needed; pretty much
everyone knew or at least suspected that the Order was a
good-for-nothing-except-destruction organisation).
“May I enquire what the purpose of your wandering around
is?”
Ha froze in place. The voice from behind was directed at her.
She slowly turned as she closed her eyes and smiled a sheepish
smile, “Whatever do you mean, my good sir?”
“There is no need to play a fools game, my dear”
the voice seemed oddly familiar which caused Ha to open her
eyes, “I know fully well that you are lost!”
Ha was horrified to find a very (if not too much) familiar
figure – Niki. Many knew the blonde girl in the flowing
blue dress as the Lady of the Lake which she was supposedly
guarding. The name was too long however and with Rita’s
‘creative flair’, Niki was given the name of
NikiLOL.
“What are you doing here” Ha gritted her teeth.
She had not said that as a question, it was more of a forced
statement implying that Niki was actually out of place.
“Why, stalking of course!” Niki covered her mouth
slightly with the back of her hand while her other hand was
placed on her hip as she laughed haughtily. Ha scowled, she had
no time for Niki’s silly games.
“Whatever. Just don’t get in the way” Ha
hissed as she walked past Niki. Niki giggled before twirling
around and running after Ha.
“You pick up bad habits and traits after my dear
Arthur!” Niki poked Ha as they walked, “Why
don’t you act more like yourself?”
At these words, Ha was quite surprised. She stopped walking
and stood in the middle of a large empty hall as she stared at
the marble golden floor while Niki decided to stare at a random
statue which was nearby. The hall was full of statues with the
golden brown walls bearing various exotic patterns. A large
chandelier was above Ha which reminded her of last night.
It is true that Rita had played a large part in shaping her
personality. Since a young age, Ha was raised to be a tool and a
weapon to use and be disposed of by whoever her appointed master
was going to be. This meant that she was not allowed to have any
opinions – ninja were mindless servants who had to follow
every order without question. Morales, personal preferences and
the belief of right and wrong were not something a ninja should
worry about. Of course Rita found this shocking and so worked
her best to discover Ha’s true personality…with
backfiring results since Ha just ended up impersonating her new
master. Rita scolded Ha many times for having such a way of
thought but Ha could not help it! How could she think for
herself when her entire upbringing ordered her otherwise?
Thinking of masters… Ha’s previous master was
quite the opposite. Painful memories flooded Ha’s vision
as she almost saw the dark halls decorated with gold and red
carpets. A large throne was in the middle with Ha bowing down to
whoever was sitting there.
“What do you mean, the mission has failed?”
“…”
“What kind of a useless tool are you?!”
“…”
“Bah! I am wasting my breath and time on you! You are
far too gentle to be a ninja!”
“…”
“Where has the trainer gone wrong?!”
“…”
Ha shook off her thoughts. This was not the time to be
thinking about useless information and memories! Ha looked over
to where Niki was only to become horrified by the sight in front
of her.
“NIKI!!!”
Ha barely ever shouted. She was always quiet and never spoke
out of turn. She spoke when she was spoken to and most of the
time she did not even reply but simply nodded and smiled while
closing her eyes to avoid the absence of emotions in them being
noticed. This time however was different.
The entire hall’s floor was covered in shards. Shards of
the statues, to be precise. For the short time that Ha did not
pay attention to Niki, Niki somehow managed to wreak havoc! How
she managed to destroy every single statue was a mystery.
Niki was nowhere to be found as Ha has discovered after
running down the hall. She heard some talking and gasped. She
needed to hide. It surely was no mystery as to what anyone would
assume after seeing the state the hall was in with Ha in it.
She ran down the corridor, away from where the voices were
coming from. She took a sharp left and carried on running
through random doors and hallways. Surprisingly enough, there
was barely anyone on the first floor now despite the fact that
she saw the entrance crowded.
Ha ran through a door and shut it behind her, leaning on it
while catching her breath. She looked around and found herself
in a room full of green seats positioned as if they were some
stairs. They seemed to be similar to benches but only with
chair-appearance. There were some on the left and some on the
right which faced each other. There were some more seats on the
balcony. In the middle stood a table on a green carpet while a
large throne-like chair was right on the opposite side of the
room.
Ha heard some footsteps and realised that there were some
people coming here. She quickly hid between the chair-benches
and dared not make a sound. Luckily, she could peek through an
opening between the chair-benches at who entered through the
door.
The door was opened and two men and a servant walked in.
“Can you believe that mess in the halls we just came
across?” one of the men said, he was a tall and proud man,
wearing clothes of royal blue. He wore a wig just like the rest
of the aristocrats tended to do.
“Most awful, I’m afraid. Someone should sort the
security of this place. I mean we are important people, for
goodness sake!” the other man seemed ominous and somewhat
lecherous. He wore robes of pure black with gold threaded into
it. Ha could not tell why but something about that man made her
want to pound him to the ground with all her strength before
beginning to stomp all over him until every single bone would be
broken; knowing Rita, if she was there to see that, she would
name every bone in the body while Ha did that.
“Yes, yes, High Priest” the other man tried to
hide him rolling his eyes, “Of course we are
important”
“Well…I’m more concerned about myself but
you are close enough, good sir” the man smiled and the
very smile sent shivers down Ha’s spine. She disliked the
man more and more since when he smiled, he seemed to be one of
those aristocrats who liked children a little bit too much. The
man who was referred to as ‘High Priest’ carried on,
“Never you mind that though! How are the
preparations?”
“They are going quite well, I suppose” the other
man paused before gesturing the servant to leave the room. Once
the servant was gone, he said, “Don’t want outsiders
to hear, now do we, Glove?”
“Wise choice, Camerngton” Glove smirked. This
seemed to anger Camerngton.
“For goodness sake, Glove! I am your superior! And I
demand treatment according to that fact!” Camerngton
fumed. Glove merely dismissed the matter and carried on.
“I believe that my servant shall take over the
troublesome village soon” Glove said in a manner of as a
matter of fact.
“Pansy?” Camerngton was still quite angry but
calmed down a little. He crossed his arms, “That useless
servant of yours who always gets beaten by a bunch of kids?
Honestly, how can that man still face the world with such a
burden of shame?”
“I could care less” Glove seemed disgusted as he
said the following, “He can do whatever he wants as long
as those rotten brats learn their lesson”
“You hate children this much?” Camerngton mused,
“Why did you chose to be a ruler of their realm
then?”
“Simple, my dear friend” Glove chuckled coldly
with a look of a madman on his face, “What could be better
than torturing those you hate most by being the one to decide
their fate? And with my devious policies, they are sure to fail
in life!””
“You are an evil man, Glove” Camerngton chuckled
darkly himself.
“Aren’t we all?” and with those words, Glove
and Camerngton began to discuss some details of a plan which Ha
did not bother to listen to. She was too pre-occupied thinking
as to how to get out of this room and find her belongings. Come
to think of it, the ninja never told Ha where to find them! That
little… When I get my hands on his neck…
~~~
Goddamit, I have barely any time to write! Curse you, school
work!
Yeah, not too hard to guess what or who I'm talking about here
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Re: A Call From the Past
By: Rita Arthurs Date: November 10, 2013, 6:17 pm
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“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Rita raised her hand,
“Say that again!”
“I said” Kiera looked annoyed, she lost count how
many times she repeated herself which made her wonder whether
Rita was just dumb or deaf or both, “My minions just
happened to find out something about the Order and Ha’s
mix up with it”
Rita groaned and put her head in her palms. This was not
making any sense. She looked up at Kiera, “Are you sure
about that information?”
Kiera snorted, “Don’t doubt my minions under the
influence of my ‘pff, talent’!”
“Be serious for a second!” Rita shouted.
Kiera’s face tightened for a second before cracking into a
smile again.
“My second is done!” Kiera stuck her tongue out
and dodged the chair which was launched at her, “Believe
it or not though, you are not the only master Ha has as it
seems!”
Rita scowled. The news which Kiera brought were not soothing
at all.
“Don’t tell anyone I told you, it’s a
secret~!”
Rita whacked Kiera on the head, “Get on with it!”
Kiera rubbed her head and faked some tears, “I’m
not sure I want to after such treatment!”
Rita rolled her eyes, “Do you want to live or
what?”
“Fine!” Kiera huffed and crossed her arms as she
started to talk in a weird accent, “T’was a fine
evening y’know. All piece an’ quiet. Sittin’
on a tree me minion was!”
“Get. To. The point.” Rita said through gritted
teeth, “And cut out that weird accent! It’s obvious
you’re faking it!”
“Shh! I was gettin’ to the part, lassie! And how
come you can have an accen’ an’ I
can’t?” Kiera pouted. After seeing Rita’s
expression, she carried on, “As I was saying, she was
sittin’ on a tree (and a fine tree, if I migh’ add).
Tha’ is when she su’enly saw
somethin’…or someone, t’be precise”
Now Rita was interested a bit, “And…?”
“Turns out t’was some sneaky lil’ rat which
look’d like one of them ninja personas” Kiera was
enjoying her fake accent way too much, “An’
wha’ja think me minion does, eh?”
Rita shrugged, she was too lazy to play along.
“Why! Follow, f‘course!” Kiera grinned
proudly, “An’ wha’ would ya know! The ninja
charactah led ‘er righ’ to the good ol’ Guild
o’ Teachin’!”
~~~
*dun dun DUUUN* What will happen? Who did Kiera's minion see?
And where did all the ice cream goooo? Heck, not even I know and
I write this thing! Find out in the next episode of the life of
stalking and the joys of it
*cough*Got carried away there ¬w¬ On a more serious matter, this
is just something I quickly typed in about 10 mins before going
to bed (which explains the 'cliff hanger')
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