Description: Juri went through a lot to claim the information on Chizuru's whereabouts. She had been horribly mauled by a chi infused mad-man, and had to pick up the pieces of herself enough to fight off a would-be seer. She clawed her way to the small clinic room holding Chizuru... only to find she wasn't available for interrogation. Making the best out of a bad situation, however, is one of Juri's strong points.
Now then, time to get some answers. One way... or another. Just as Juri herself has said.
The damaged hallways from the violent battle between Juri and Rose show no hidden signs of restraint. Juri's information tells her, up front, that just down this hallway is where Chizuru Kagura rests. If the CEO of Kagura Enterprises is smart, she's got herself a good guard or two, but there are no obvious signs of such security.
No threat ever presents itself within that single, humble clinic bedroom where Chizuru Kagura almost assuredly is. She must have somehow slept through the noise and the violence - Juri can see the top of her hair and (for some reason) hairband that she's still wearing even in bed, injured. Hooked up to an IV, some beeping monitor things - you know, the things everyone gets hooked up to when they're really, really, really hurt. Things that beep mean they're probably important to their continued existence.
Something like that. There are no windows, no means of escape aside from the door that Juri herself will likely be going through.
Maybe she's just quietly making her time under those sheets...? Either way, she appears to be there, rife for the shaking down of questions and information.
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Morphine is one hell of a drug.
Painkillers have their limits though. Especially if you're not carrying around your own personal IV drip with them. The relaxing numb is slowly ebbing away into the constant burning throb of agony. In particular her left eye - or more accurately, her left eye socket. The broken Feng Shui Engine overheated beyond its normal safety protocols during that last fight, and she can begin to feel it trying to cook the inside of her head.
Whatever happens next it will need to happen fast. Not only because things will only be getting worse for the Taekwondoka, but because she's sure someone had to hear that fight and someone will be notified. Even in a little clinic like this there had to be systems in place to ensure the safety and comfort of the patients. She also fully expects for Chizuru to be guarded by a small group or pair of elite bodyguards that she'll likely have to take down quickly or try to sneak past.
Instead there is nothing. Something is fishy. Juri is certain her intelligence was good though ... did they move her before she arrived? At the speed of a swift stagger she reaches the door frame and pushes it open to peer inside.
There she is, that distinctive headband would be recognized anywhere. The assassin's eyes narrow into slits and she grits her teeth before walking over to the bed. Her good eye taking a quick look around, trying to make sure there are no signs of explosives or trip wires waiting to snag her feet. Should she reach the bed with no issue she shall grip the sheets with one bloody hand, and then pull them away from Chizuru without even the courtesy of her going 'boo'.
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No explosives, no tripwires, nothing. It's almost like whoever put Chizuru here has either had such impeccable faith in her secrecy that they added nothing else, or, as Juri pulls the sheets away to reveal the familiar - oddly clean - clothing (does she seriously wear that outfit to bed), to the long hair, to the face of...
...uh.
"Hnh!" A voice that absolutely does not match up to Chizuru's - let alone her face, it's the wrong shape, a lot longer and narrower than the one anybody would attribute to her. The end result, as this 'Chizuru' suddenly cowers up against the bedframe upon seeing the very sight of a truly fearsome individual that would assuredly mean the very end of her?
"D-Don't come any closer!" 'Chizuru' cries. "She's not here. She never was! I, I don't know anything..."
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Let's be clear as to what 'Chizuru' is looking at right now. While Juri isn't naturally an imposing figure, being only five and a half feet in height, she more than makes up for it in attitude. Now combined with attitude are numerous bloodied bandages, the mangled remains of a mechanical eye, and another bloodshot eye that seems to hold all the contempt in the world for 'Chizuru' at this moment.
Juri's hand releases the sheet, now stained with blood, and lets it flop to the floor. Then her entire body will turn around to face the door leading out of the room. Is she leaving?
No one could be that lucky.
That same hand reaches out to grab the door handle firmly, and slowly Juri draws the door to the room shut. Her tone of voice is sharp and cold, "Well. Looks like both of us got played for suckers." She chuckles dryly before turning back to glare at 'Chizuru' once more. "I hope whatever they paid you was worth it." The small frame of the woman turns around once more as she stalks back over to the bed. "Memory problems, hm? That's too bad. Don't worry though, I know a few mnemonic games that help in situations like this. I usually get a good result about halfway through the list."
She doesn't elaborate on what this 'list' is for now, and instead just continues her slow stumble-walk toward 'Chizuru'. Considering how slow and wounded she looks, maybe it would be possible to run around her and make it through the door? That would probably be her best shot.
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No one will ever be that lucky.
While all the light may be within this very room, it seems like the darkness down the halls is the highlight of the hope of 'Chizuru,' too struck by fear in regards to this woman who, in spite of her smaller frame and modest height, is a truly unnerving individual even in her noticeably injured state.
Played for suckers, or perhaps merely woefully unprepared for the far more quieter approach employed by those who would've come to this clinic after such late hours? Either way, 'Chizuru' - who is noticeably very healthy despite having that IV needle stuck into her wrist for sake of appearances - is already drawing on adrenaline in spite of the innate awkwardness that comes in moving around in heels (seriously, why the hell is she wearing heels /in bed/).
"I don't know anything!" She cries out, stammering and otherwise avoiding eye contact with the villainous psychotic lady in front of her as she thinks to - for whatever reason - believe she actually has a chance of escaping in her ill-thought attempt to try and shove Juri aside, the pole holding up the IV falling to the ground with a loud clatter. Her panic is as such that she'd think nothing of trying to drag the needless thing behind herself.
If... she could get that far.
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Of course she can't, any illusion of hope is just that: An illusion. What isn't an illusion so much is the extent of Juri's injuries... though just how much they seem to be slowing her down is another story. As soon as the IV pole hits the ground Juri vanishes from view!
Or rather she moved faster than the untrained eye can follow. It's one of Juri's favorite tricks, especially since she has yet to learn enough fine control of psycho power to actually teleport. Instead she simply trained herself to move so fast she doesn't even need to teleport! Either way the effect is the same: One moment 'Chizuru' seems like she could be home free, and the next she can feel Juri's hand gripping tight around one of her wrists. The bloody fist of the smaller woman squeezing it tight. Another hand will then drift up to rest upon the imposter's right cheek, stroking it gently. Juri is now behind the woman, which is no more comfortable than her being in front of you.
"I'm not interested in what you don't know. I'm interested in what you know." She grip grows tighter until the bones of the wrist start grinding together, which is just as painful as it sounds. The Korean woman continues, "You'll tell me everything you know, and each time you lie to me I'll break something." The smaller woman's other hand drifts from 'Chizuru's cheek to rest around her neck instead. Her voice can be heard whispering into the taller woman's ear, "Well? Remember anything yet?"
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"Hff!" The breath leaves the unlucky 'Chizuru' as she is caught in the not-so-tender embrace of a lightning-fast Juri Han, the gentle stroke of a cheek feeling more like being lightly stabbed by needles to the psyche of her fear, an effect that stops her from (uselessly) struggling with her snatched wrist.
They really didn't pay her enough to do this.
Esepcially not when that wrist is surely being crushed, a gasp of pain that beckons for help that - almost assuredly - will not come before it is much too late. This is the breaking point for any ordinary person. Anybody who would value their lives - or maybe even the lives of those they love - would do damned well to talk about what they'd know to one of the greatest threats to walk the world today.
Her breathing grows more rapid, terrified, with the hand moving from her cheek to her neck. "Wh-what... what would you possibly... want to know...?" It is as though, in her panic, she's hoping Juri won't ask the questions she's thinking she's about to ask.
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"There's something going on." Juri begins, her voice dark with anger, "... someone has been screwing around with things they really shouldn't be." Her fingers twitch atop of 'Chizuru's neck, "And I'm not just talking about the people going berserk, trying to kill each other. That's the kind of thing I can get into honestly. The more the merrier."
"But..."
Juri's fingers wrapped around the body double's wrist tighten and twist slightly, increasing the pain but leaving the bones and ligaments blessfully intact. She continues in a harsh tone, "... someone's decided to have a bit of fun fucking around with my head. And I. Don't. Like. It. Someone is going to have to pay. I don't care who, or what, or where."
The grip on the wrist slackens somewhat, and the Korean's fingers can be felt lightly tapping atop 'Chizuru's larynx. "So, that's what I want to know. Either that, or where your boss is hiding so I can beat it out of her instead. Either or, really, I don't care." She really doesn't. She just wants to get out of here, especially as her body continues to shake off the effects of the morphine.
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Both women would rather like getting to be out of here, as it were.
Of course there's something going on - this body double might be a stand-in for /the/ Chizuru but it easy to see in her eyes the panic about how specific Juri is narrowing things down. Not just about people going berserk... well, of course she'd like that, now wouldn't she--
Any beginning formations of sassy thoughts are halted and killed right in the process of the wrist being worked for maximum pain and minimal lasting injury, a grimace and a tear at what surges all the way through her. This is clearly not Chizuru Kagura - she may share a passing resemblance but she does not share her iron will.
Someone's going to have to pay, Juri says. Please not me, please not me, please not me, the woman seems to plead.
That, or where her boss is hiding-- oh that is such an easy out!
"Orochi?!" She gasps out, having somehow the idea it's A-OK to interrupt Juri towards the end of her declaration as to 'either or.' "About... Orochi?! Is... is that what you want?"
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Orochi. The name flits through Juri's consciousness with barely a stir. She only knows what would be in Shadaloo's database on the subject, which is probably pretty meager in the grand scheme of things ... but also far more than what you could expect to find from more civilian sources. For a moment though her fingers on the woman's neck stop drumming, and she repeats the name, "Orochi?"
The illusion that one can get away safely is an important one. Perhaps Juri is banking on the often-futile hope that not everyone she runs into will be well-versed in her often brutal and always fatal tactics of interrogation. So as the woman seems to be cooperating, Juri slackens the grip on the wrist further and withdraws her hand from 'Chizuru's neck.
"So that's the one causing all these problems? Feh. What a stupid name." Fortunately or unfortunately, the poor woman Juri is holding cannot see her captor's face as she speaks this next bit. "Well then. Tell me everything you know about this Orochi person, and I'll release you. Fair's fair after all, right?" The smile that crosses Juri's drifts from mild curiosity and annoyance into cruel, sadistic reverie. You can only imagine what she thinks of the word 'release' or what it means. It is almost assuredly not good for anyone else but her.
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And yet, among the most simple minds like hers, she is of the very strong belief - through this illusion she has not realized as such - that talking about 'Orochi' will see her through. She is not thinking things through - who really can, when they are individually powerless against even a weakened Juri?
Her fear is as such that she doesn't even consider the (false) chance that she could just successfully break and run right then and there - and Juri offers release in return for telling her all she knows. All of it.
That she knows as much as she does... what would happen if it all fell into the wrong hands - on the other hand, she doesn't want to die! What good would this serve her, she's tempted to make the excuse over for loose lips.
"Orochi... it's, it's a powerful demon. Orochi is... is no person. Long ago, it nearly... it nearly destroyed the human race. It was imprisoned, but... but some are, some are trying to release it!"
Where Juri may have that sadistic smile, 'Chizuru' is growing ever more desperate with every breath. "You, you can feel it everywhere, can't you? How, how things are... they're all wrong! The skies, the earth, everything... they're opening the seal, and if Orochi is released..."
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Juri's not giving her much of a choice. And that's just the way Juri intends for it to seem. The choice is between either dying slowly, or being 'released' whatever that means. The best the false Chizuru could hope for is that some armed guards bust into the room any minute. Though considering the conditions she was left in it's very likely it was intended for her NOT to survive this encounter.
The Korean would admire that kind of cold blooded tactical thinking ... if it were true, at least.
The response from 'Chizuru' in regard to Orochi is less than merciful. It causes the grip around her wrist to tighten considerably, and for Juri's voice to grow sharper once more, "I know the myths, thank you." Usually these sort of mythical names were used by low class thugs with big egos and a lack of capability to pull off their grandiose dreams.
The assassin continues, "OK, so if Orochi isn't a person, then I need to know who is fucking everything up trying to release it. Someone with a name or at least a physical address."
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In times of great distress and uncertainty, mistakes are made - mistakes have been made, in regards to ensuring this woman's safety in the wake of those who have the knowledge and capacity to fight Orochi being spread so incredibly thin. The rioters, the violent weather phenomena... it ensures, for the moment, Juri has the time she needs to have her way.
"It's no myth!" 'Chizuru' swears with her entire being - this outburst itself might warrant a tighter hold on her to better keep her on track as to what information Juri actually wants, but fortunately she seems all too ready - if not happy, then just ready - to say what she knows about names to look forward to.
"There's... there's four of them who, who know the most about the seal, and yet... they're trying to break it." She swallows a large lump. "I... I only know one of the names... Carrol Jayne. Carrol Jayne, he's, he's not what he appears to be."
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'Carrol Jayne' huh. Smells like a pseudonym to her, but having been in the business of tracking down and murdering those who do not want to be tracked down or murdered, everything smells like a pseudonym after a while. Still it will be enough, it has to be enough, and as far as she can tell the body double isn't lying. So either she genuinely knows this person exists, or she simply thinks he does.
Either way, once 'Chizuru' is finished spilling whatever beans there were to be spilled Juri releases her grip on the woman's wrist. "Well now, that wasn't so bad was it? I didn't even have to go down the list. Which is too bad really... that's my favorite part."
Not long after she is released from Juri's grip though, 'Chizuru' will hear the ominous sound of metal scraping across the ground. Then, without a moment of hesitation, Juri will bring the IV pole hard against the back of the other woman's knees hoping to send her sprawling out on her back. Regardless of how it ultimately turns out, Juri's cruel voice sounds like satin wrapped over rough steel.
"And now I'll release you. But before I do, I'm going to leave someone a message."
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Carrol did make at least one public appearance against Ken Masters some time back, alongside an equally enigmatic (but somehow even more vulgar) teammate, Brihan Bogale. It'd probably be as good a place to start as any - probably won't be too hard to track from there... hopefully.
After all, the cultist guys are rather prominent and open nowadays.
'Chizuru' gasps as she draws her arm away, dangling it in front of her as the throes of searing, nerve-wracking pain still course fresh in her memory, replenishing the horrible sensation anew in itself...
To be joined with the IV pole striking her between the knees, sending her onto her back with another frightened gasp as she is in the unenviable position of lying prone before Juri, judge, jury, and... well, forget that, she's typically an executioner, isn't she?
"Don't... don't kill me," she pleads, these words being the only legible ones she has to say to her as she (uselessly) brings her hands in front of her face as though it would actually protect her.
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Begging and pleading won't get you anywhere. If anything it just makes Juri a bit more vindictive in her beatings. And it is indeed quite a beating. It begins with the IV pole which, as a device of healing, isn't precisely designed for beating someone to death. It quickly bends and finally breaks in half... though Juri is hardly the type to let such matters dissuade her. If anything, the added challenge in beating a woman with a broken pole only makes it a more compelling activity.
What began as solid thuds end with wet cracks and smacks as more and more blood is forced from 'Chizuru's prone form. It continues until finally Juri drops the bloody and broken pole on the ground. The blood soaked instrument sends crimson splatters across the floor with each bounce, before becoming still. The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The exertion has pushed Juri to her limit, however. Her body was not in good condition to begin with and all of this has simply worsened her injuries. Her entire body seems to have burning lances run through it and it takes all of her willpower to simply keep herself from clawing out the broken remains of the Feng Shui Engine and toss it aside. However, even suffering all of this she is not done yet.
Slowly, carefully, Juri lifts the badly beaten body of 'Chizuru' and lays her in the hospital bed. She'll take the sheet on the floor and wrap it around the unconscious body until only that iconic headband is visible.
Afterwards the Korean woman will walk over to the pool of blood still cooling on the ground. Using this as her paint, and the back wall of the room as a canvas, she'll legibly scrawl 'TOO LATE' alongside a smiley face. A taunt? Either way, shortly afterwards she'll be seen stumbling away from the room leaving a trail of blood behind her. Already she has pulled out a cellphone and has begun relaying her coordinates for pickup. It sounds like she'll be going after something actually dangerous for a change, if Kain was any indication, and if that's so both she and the Feng Shui Engine will need to be in tip-top shape.
Also let it be known that Juri isn't one to make mistakes, not when life and death are on the line. 'Chizuru' wasn't likely spared out of any sort of benevolence, assuming she even survives her injuries. She was spared to act as a messenger to the woman she is sure will arrive soon enough...
Log created on 17:56:55 05/24/2011 by Juri, and last modified on 17:28:04 06/07/2011.