Description: Juri shows her hand in her caring about a former comerade and just who they are fraternizing with. The sharp dressed detective Daniel Jack pays a price beyond what he bargained for in dealing with the Amnesiac Miss White.
Gedo Street. 8 PM.
Walking up the dilapidated stairs, Daniel Jack grimly mulls over his investigations. Seijyun High. That is where he would find Aoi Himezaki. But without any back up, Daniel Jack was wary, even nervous. His history of fighting with gangs was... mixed at best. On one hand, they stomped him into the ground. On the other, he has never beaten a gang before. Fighting a gang of school girls seemed downright dangerous. He would need to think about this in private.
Fortunately, he had the safety of his apartment.
Walking through the grimy hallway, he fetches a keychain out from his orange zoot suit. The detective grins heartily. It has been too long since he has thought about his apartment in detail. Why not take this moment to think about the interior in detail? Daniel Jack mulls, thinking over the details of the apartment...
...slash office.
Like many working dicks, the detective worked out of his crappy pseudo-one room apartment. The set up was cheap, and rather minimalistic to put it politely. A carpet that was tasteless in the 70s, which matches the peeling maroon wallpaper. A pulldown bed was stuck in the wall right in the heart of the apartment. A beat-up, blood-stained couch sits near the window, where countless dead plants lurk. A work desk in one corner, stocked with whiskey bottles of various states of volume. Oh, there were papers. There were ALWAYS pictures. And photos. And folders. A stick-out kitchenette hung at the side of the room, which is pathetic by bacholer standards. Plates piled high in a greasy sink, the smell of insectide hung heavily in that corner. It was cheaper and faster than actually cleaning. The most offensive was the ancient, blood-stained fridge sat in the terrible kitchen. The detective pauses, as he approaches the door to his apartment. The reminded him.
He needed to get more blood!
The had been one of those affairs that loves to stick or is nigh impossible to open unless you know the trick to it's uniquely warped frame. Now jammed open to its widest the sound of the traffic outside and echoes loudly throughout the apartment, but it still does little for that faint smell of insecticide, in the nose of the intruder this place reeks of poison and mouldering death; not unfamiliar smells but it still doesn't help her impression of the place.
She makes no effort in hiding her presence, going so far as to explore the basic layout and amenities. There is no concerns about leaving her fingerprints or evidence of her passage since she wanted the occupant to know enough to take her seriously, the rest is just relieving her boredom by carelessly sifting through whatever she can find, examining and discarding it summarily while making quite some noise as she does so. The neighbours around here don't seem quite so close knit as to come looking when there seems to be trouble in someone else's apartment.
The papers and photographs had assuaged most of her near catatonic boredom but were now strewn across the floor of the apartment like it were the carpeting of the room itself. Juri Han is by nature (now) a restless soul who thrives only when allowed to pursue her own interests, it is an unusual moment when she decides to show restraint and tact enough to make herself suffer. There is usually so many more fun and violent ways to solve all her problems. Juri unfolds her legs from a seated lotus position and stretches noisily, the fun is just starting. The Feng Shui engine reports an increase in ambient levels of chi, someone is close, right on her doorstep? Or was it his doorstep still? Hah!
Daniel Jack unlocks the door. The detective, of course, kept blood in his fridge. There was a very good reason for it; the detective was a street fighter. He did his best work on the street. Sometimes though, he would get beaten damn near to a coma. Sometimes he would lose a lot of blood. Sometimes he would have a victim, or even an ally, lose a lot of blood. And having a fridge full of blood was damn useful in bringing someone from near death. Opening the door, the detective mutters to himself. "I wonder if I can make a deal with the blood bank again..."
And then he sees Juri.
The detective pauses for a moment, considering very, very carefully what was happening. There was a strange asian woman in his room. Daniel Jack had a lot of enemies now. Black Dragon? Shadaloo? Perhaps an Ikari Warrior. Scanning the room swiftly, he cases his own joint. This place was searched. The desk was searched. The detective was very clearly going to have a professional chat with this woman. Tucking his key back in his suit pocket, he puts on his best noir voice, and he answers to his new intruder.
"Most dames leave a note when they visit afterhours, sweetheart."
The genre reference is lost on its intended audience as she contributes only quirk of her eyebrow and toys with the notion she is perhaps being mocked or in the presence of some kind of crazy which just irritates the hell out of her. Her voice is like honey and rings false with it's sincerity due to the levels of sweetness.
"Oh, is that so-- I don't think we need to meet more than once and I'm kind of busy so I'd really like to get this all ~out of the way.~"
Her examination of the files had been cursory and she had probably scanned less than a third of their contents before throwing them aside, but she still hadn't found anything on Cammy. It would have been much simpler if she could have confronted this detective before he had made contact with the reborn Miss White, the fact they now had a connection of any kind and such anything 'happening' to him would obviously get back to her.
"I'm not interested in you looking for someone, I want you to STOP looking into someone's history."
The purpose of her visit lingers with a dangerous and venomous purpose, like a nest of vipers suddenly taking residence in the small apartment. The Korean woman could be an enforcer for any number of organizations but she did have infamous ties to one or two organizations rather strongly. In fact Private Detective Daniel Jack was in the presence of one of the King of Fighters tournament winners; Shadaloo Team. The mocking edge to that honeyed tone betrays her and just how she expects all this to go. He will relent, or she will have to kill him.
"It wont take much effort on your part I assume, being such a ~GREAT~ detective."
Someone's history.
Daniel Jack runs what it means through his mind. He was looking into a lot of histories. The detective, suspected, that this wasn't Mr. Miyamoto's mistress. It didn't take a sleuth to see that this dame was trouble. Dripping with that poisoned honey, the detective keeps himself from losing his composure. His mind was whirring, analyzing. "Stop looking into someone's history? Well, that's my line of work, sweetheart. Maybe if you give me a hankering of what-" Then, an image rushes to his head. The winners of the King of Fighters tournament. The team that one. This girl standing there with that same twisted look. Daniel Jack just coolly answers the question that was sitting in the back of his mind.
"Oh. Shadaloo, huh."
The detective closes the door behind him, but does not lock it. "I liked it better when you guys sent Marz my way. How is she doing? Sure would be a shame if you guys lost another Doll." The detective adds dryly, moving across his room towards the desk. "Left a damn mess, hell. I actually thought Delta Red would have gotten to me first. You should have given me a call. What's your name, sweetie?" He askes, bending over to pick up some of the loose papers and folders. He wasn't cowering in fear of the woman, for some reason.
Daniel Jack may not recognize just what kind of danger he is in.
Half lidded eyes and a falter to that crooked smile; a gentle shift in the unnamed woman's features and she suddenly seems much sharper and less friendly, a peek behind the mask of the civility she was showing
"That doesn't matter."
She definitely became colder as soon as Shadaloo was mentioned, and bringing up a Doll as well in the same sentence. Her mood darkens in response to having to consider such annoyances as Shadaloo and their little toys as far as she was concerned without Vegas hand they were as nothing. They were probably desperately trying to somehow bring him back again or stop Sin form absorbing enough of theire resources to dominate it's parent organization. But these unpleasant topics were the price for playing this particular kind of game.
"Ohhh, Delta Red you say?"
That was a saving grace, if they were actually trying to protect Cammy from her colourful work history the more the better. That suited Juri's purposes. Her private and selfish interests.
"Leave Cammy White be, if you have any further interactions with her all.. I suppose I could let you help her become a ~BIG goddamn hero.~ But anything else-"
A sinister purr
"And I'll kill you myself."
She purposefully leaves her name out of the equation, enough folks know her on sight now to make assassinations a little more interesting as people started running earlier, But for an assassin of sorts she really had made a few too many televised appearances.
There were a lot of ways that Daniel Jack could react to an assassin like Juri. He could panick, and try to scare her off. Except then she would kill him. He could beg for mercy, and cower. But then she would kill him slowly. Juri was the kind of woman you would take back home to your mother, if your mother locked you in the basement for the first 21 years of your life. There was nothing but sheer, nasty vengence with this dangerous woman. Daniel Jack should be in utter terror, and in his heart, he really was.
But Daniel Jack lets loose an exasperated sigh anyways.
"No name, sweetheart? Tell me you at least want a drink."
Placing the papers on the desk, he begins to check over the whiskey bottles. Daniel Jack was getting that creeping feeling up his spine. Terror. But Daniel Jack wasn't going to let the fear consume him. Maybe this wasn't a doll. Maybe this was a thug... or an assassin. Daniel Jack wasn't going to let the fear take him. Keeping up that cool presence, he continues to speak with the creepy woman. "Don't take this the wrong way, sweetheart. But I'm done with Cammy. I got bigger fish to fry; the Black Dragons. Cammy was just a moment of sheer outrage."
"I mean, I figured something like this would happen."
Daniel Jack selects the bottle with the least amount of backwash, and two clean shot glasses. "'Amnesia' my ass. She's gonna remember what she is, and what the hell is gonna happen? She is gonna be a big hero? Fall back into ranks as Vega's doll? Or simply shatter? Let me tell you, Delta Red are a bunch of idiots if they are trying to hide her past, AND keep her in active service. Shadaloo is gonna come back, Vega is gonna come back, and he is gonna take his little doll back, with her full knowledge of Delta Red's inner secrets. But that's the plan, right?" Looking back towards the mysterious woman, he keeps his fear low, holding up the bottle and shots.
"Care for a drink?"
Interestedly watching his movements Juri folds back into a more languid and lethargic state. Feh, a complete waste of her time then, no--not completely wasted since there might be Hopes that Delta Red might likewise playing it's part for Cammy's benefit. Her head lolls back as she contemplates her next moves and decides there is no rush, just time taken to savour and delight.
Her lips pull back further and further form grimace right into a snarl as Daniel continues to talk, On and on and ON! Her nails unbidden make a scratch noise as she reflexively tightens her hand into a fist.
"Oh what kind of idiot are you! Of course they'll all come back like some twisted remnant of past glories. And then we'll all try to kill each other again!! It will be fun times."
A peal of delighted laughter, sweetness distilled from her unique brand of madness but Juri can see that future scenario all too clearly. She's counting on it, it should be fun and worth working towards enjoying to it's utmost. She feels no need to quash this suspicion and doubt of Cammy. People doubting her sincerity in her new life would either make her work harder or chip away at her self esteem and worry her. Wondrous results either way!
"I could tell you the plan I guess, But then-"
The rest is left unspoken, despite her amused smile and hardly differs from her earlier threat anyway. Whatever Juri's personal interest she can always hide behind the veneer of protecting Shadaloo's interests, it was too easy like that. She completely ignores the shot glass and alcohol as just another piece of the scenery. The fact his hands weren't shaking as he poured was impressive, tough guy it seems!
A few years ago, Daniel would literally be pissing his pants right now.
Memories of quailing under Vega surge back. Why wasn't he trembling in the presence of someone like Juri? Maybe it was the experience of both the Metro City crisis, the Southtown Siege, and his experience in the jungle. Maybe he no longer felt the edge of elbowing with walking demigods. Or maybe... maybe this is how he confronted a terror like Juri. Staring it down, and acting all friendly. Daniel's biggest trouble was that he was a nice guy to bad people.
He did save Marz's life, after all."
"Yeah, yeah, you'll kill me." Daniel Jack finishes Juri's sentence, pouring the two glasses. "I don't doubt that for a minute. You want me to give Cammy her space? That's fine. I don't need Shadaloo breathing down my neck again." He sighs, finishing pouring each of the glasses.
"How long will you give it though?"
The detective cautiously approaches Juri, his eyes betraying how wary he was of the woman. "Before they all come back, and everyone starts killing everyone? I'm guessing at least a year. Some other crisis will turn up, and Shadaloo can use it to hunker down and regroup. You don't sound like a doll though. You must be a mercenary in employ with Shadaloo."
"A cute one too, if you don't mind me saying."
Holding out the pair of glasses, he nods his head. "Here you go, sweetheart. A bit of charity to take off the edge of your B&E. Lets not make it an A&B, or a bump off, you dig" As he waits for the mad woman to pluck out the shotglass, a thought scurries into the detective's head. A question, which he impulsively asks.
"Say, do you know someone by the name of Chiyoko, or is that another name I'll need to forget?"
That feline smile as he reassures Juri he does indeed follow her train of thought, or in a case such as this, threat. She does find it hard to stay worked up in the face of someone staying so calm, either in impresses her or it irritates her in equal measure but it keeps her close to a neutral state of not wanting to kill him off so very soon. The reaction to Shadaloo and even to her was a mysterious one. Even underlings and hirelings were more or less always worried about the displeasure of those above them and the promise of those below them. Terminating a contract usually had other implications to those involved. I would be better for him if he refrained form meddling at all.
"I'm so glad you see things that way."
There is a rustle of fabric as the woman climbs to her feet, sinuous and lean she has a mean swaggering stride and luscious sway when she moves, especially now she is feeling playful. She starts to wander towards the door but takes a moment to reach out and curl a finger beneath Daniels Jaw, its almost affectionate a movement.
"You have a good eye, but you aren't my type."
She turns her head to survey the apartment in such detail as she was committing it to memory, she conspicuously says nothing regarding the blood packs or bloodstains, the apartment before and after she had messed it up. This was a strange way to live, not that Juri was one to freely comment on how people lived and as far as she could remember.
"What a boring name! I'm not likely to be a big help with you and your jobs I don't take much notice of anything unless it excites me."
A convenient forgetting of a task she wanted nothing to do with or just something she was included in? The name sounded familiar in a vague kind of way, but then again Juri could barely recall all of the Dolls names. Maybe even a pseudonym for one of the ones she did know. All she could piece together was that somehow this man thought it related to her through the Shadaloo connection.
"It doesn't do anything for me."
The touch.
That was the turning point for Daniel Jack. Until now, he was a safe distance from the woman. But when she brought that playful finger to his chin, it was anybody's game. The woman's presence took a shift away from the terror to the sensual... which screwed the fear deeper in Daniel's heart. It was like someone had slipped him a Mickey, and he was in that brief moment of dread where he didn't know if would live or die. Daniel Jack could stand up , but when his vices begin to draw him into their clutches, he was dangerously close to helplessness. Briefly stupified, he breaks through with the same terse, neutral voice as before.
"I have a feeling I'm not interested in the kind of things that would excite you, sweetheart."
Daniel Jack hoped that his brief loss of composure wasn't too noticable. "Pity it doesn't do anything for you. Another mystery for the both of us then. Need any more business here?" Blinking, the detective gradually recovers, idly taking both shots back. Drinking. Liquid courage. That might strengthen him against this strange demoness's wiles.
Or only make him weaker.
That was almost a given that he would not share her interests, there wasn't a male alive who seemed to share her particular kind and had any sort of power enough to excite her. There's a little feigned disappointment acted out on top of what she actually feels and the whole things comes across as very coy, an opportunity missed and a world left unexplored.
"Ohhh, it's your loss, I assure you."
Poised with one arm resting on her hip the other lowers and toys with the long dangling trail of her belt, the mere act of acknowledging she was cute seems to have brought out a whole other facet of her nature, she adored that admiration. The wanting but not being strong enough to take or have.
"I guess there is nothing left for us to discuss then, though I hope I don't ~have~ to come back. Oh! so, My Name is Juri Han"
The guys not completely useless, and he's got some real guts which Juri can appreciate. Gumption, tact and not outright stupidity being the reason for it. The glimpse of her through the bottom of those shot glasses is of one poised on the threshold of the doorway, stoically setting both hands on hips she upturns both her palms in a suggestive shrug. Why would anyone turn down a chance to cater to their own amusements limited only by their own strength, that was a path for people who were worried they were weak. People who didn't suffer that overwhelming confidence and 'don't give a F**k.' attitude as possessed by the lovely Miss Han.
"Later then."
She doesn't expressly intend to ever cross the path of the good detective ever again, but carazier things have happened.
"Well, it was sure nice of you to break in here, Juri Han."
Daniel Jack wasn't going to forget that name. He mostly hoped he wouldn't have to bring it up again though. Juri looked like she was a trip; but Daniel Jack knew that some trips just weren't taking. Bored women were inheriently dangerous; and creative ones were just as bad. Bored, imaginative girls unfettered by empathy and morality, however, was a poison Daniel was not ready to sip.
Then why was it just a bit enticing to the detective?
Daniel Jack struggles against the haze of infautation. Dangerous girls were just that: Dangerous. Daniel Jack couldn't handle that danger, and he suspected that Juri saw that. He was just a toy to her, a harmless puppy that she could entice, but when boredom stuck, would only need the flick of the wrist to break its neck. When his eyes gaze through the glass to those hips, the detective blinks hard, filling up the shotglasses again. Throwing back another shot, he eyes the girl. Mustering up one last effort, he keeps the composure together.
"Don't take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but I hope there won't be a later. I have enough trouble with dames in my life."
And like that, she was gone.
The detective closes the door quietly behind her... and promptly drops the shot glasses. Leaning against the door, he panickly locks the doors, slowly falling down. Coming to his knees, he turns around, back pressed against the door, staring blearily ahead. He takes a sip from the bottle of whiskey. A guzzle. Throwing it back, again and again. Juri Han. An assassin. A devil. Daniel wasn't afraid of the fucks that she would give. But as the liquor begins to seep into his senses, there was only one obsessive thought lingering in his mind.
The fucks that she might have taken.
Log created on 16:51:16 04/30/2012 by Juri, and last modified on 23:37:49 04/30/2012.