Description: Munin is recovering from her recent Vega attack (like a shark attack but with more purple), when Noboru drops by to inform her of a recent change in their relationship. He also brings her food, because he's a gentleman.
The current scene is one very familiar to most fighters of any experience......
The sterile room, with a lone figure in a bed. All around them, machines beep, keeping track of blood pressure, pulse, oxygen level of the blood, and so on. A single TV is attached to the upper corner of the room, and seeing as this is the midwest of the country, has only old black and white standard programs shown. No cable or movies to be found. The food, while digestable, isn't all that pleasant, consisting of water, some form of pudding, a roll, and a stick of celery, all accompanied by a plastic spork.
The room is on the third floor of the hospital, so the windows have a nice view of sorts, Munin thinks to herself as she lies there. It's been a week and a half since Vegas attack, and the injuries were as serious as could be expected: 3 broken ribs, a punctured lung, hemmoraging, internal bruising, and second degree burns on her torso. So far, she's expected to make a full recovery, though.
Absent-mindedly, she pokes at the 'pudding' on her tray, half-expecting it to recoil and try to escape. It doesn't, of course, disappointing her. Hospitals suck! Too much lying around!
The problem with hospital windows is, most of them open upward, and are designed to give only a few inches of clearance. That isn't quite enough for Noboru's bulk to squeeze through. Hell, with the chests on most of the Kunoichi running around, they probably couldn't do it either. That's likely the reason hospitals make them that way.
The door to Munin's hospital room swings open, and in steps Noboru. The big shinobi is currently dressed in his typical uniform, minus the mask. His dark blue coat is free from dust or tears, golden-brown hair falling in the usual unkempt shag about his ears. His rugged American features are set in a mostly impassive expression, cheeks and chin covered in two day's worth of stubble.
Most interestingly of all, however, is the paper bag dangling from the big man's gloved right hand. The smell of waffles, and maybe...chicken?, waft up from the bag as the ninja closes the door behind him, then starts across the room toward a hard plastic chair set beside Munin's bed.
Whe Noboru walks in, seeing as he is wearing his usual attire, Munin instantly recognizes him. Suprisingly, she doesn't try to get up, escape, or otherwise panic. She DOES look a bit suprised, however.
As he sits down, she can't help but catch the smell of whatever is in the bag. After a week and a half of hospital food, it takes some effort on her part to not be distracted by the aroma. She keeps her expression guarded, but not hostile, as she says "My best guess is that i have you to thank for my still being counted among the living..... thanks for the help against Vega..... and for my life".
"Likely true. You are welcome." Noboru responds in quiet Japanese, his deep voice rumbling the words out effortlessly despite his obviously American looks. As he talks he settles the paper bag on his right knee and unrolls the top. Reaching inside he pulls out a smaller paper-wrapped food item and tosses it easily onto an empty spot of her tray.
The offered object would be a little bigger than Noboru's fist if it were squashed into a tall fat triangle. Inside the paper is a rolled up, slightly crunch waffle, and inside the waffle is packed a mixture of grilled chicken cubes, onions, and some sort of sauce that's almost like a cross between BBQ sauce and syrup.
"I was hired to kidnap you." States the ninja calmly, looking down toward the bag on his knee as he pulls another of the waffle monstrosities out for himself. "You were to be brought in alive. Letting Vega kill you would have compromised my mission. However, having fought beside you against Vega, and you not having ran off and left me, we have created a complicated moral problem. I can not kidnap you, having shared that experience." The gravity of these words is ruined a bit when he folds back the paper on his chicken and waffles and lifts it for a big, crunchy bite.
Munin listens to Noborus words as she unwraps the chicken waffle. The admission of attempting to kidnap her doesn't even make her flinch in and of itself. It explains past events, of which she had some suspicions. When he continues, she is honestly NOT sure how to respond right away. It is a very odd thing to have someone tell you, even if it's in a good way.
She nods as he finishes, taking a small bite of her own. Could it be poisoned with knockout stuff? Potentially. Seeing as he doesn't work for Vega *her prime concern*, she is too tired, and too hungry, to care. After her mouth is clear, she responds with a nod, seeming to stare off blankly "I've seen what Vega does to people....." memories of the past battles in Asia flood her mind.... "both firsthand, and via his minions..... horrible things.....". She suddenly locks eyes with Noboru as she returns to reality, her gaze haunted by memory "I would never leave anyone to that, particularly if their intervention brought me time, whatever their purpose for doing so". Taking another bite, not enough to hinder speech, she continues "I won't ask you to reveal your employer. I know how those things go, and while i have my guesses, won't put you in that situation".
Giving him a curious look, she asks "What will you do now?", then takes another bite.
Noboru sits quietly through Munin's remembrances. He seems incredibly relaxed despite the crappy nature of the yellow plastic chair he is sitting on. In fact, he just seems relaxed overall. Who would have thought that a kidnapping ninja could seem so laid back in nature.
The big shinobi's good eye settles calmly on Munin's face as he downs a couple more bites of his chicken and waffles. Pausing to chew he folds the paper wrapping down further and seems to consider.
"The Miyama clan will report," Noboru responds easily after swallowing, "That you killed me. We will wait until you have left the hospital and become active for a time. Nests," And here he pauses and a faint grin twitches up the corners of his mouth, wrinkles appearing around both his good and bad eye, "doesn't know who I am. They just knew the Miyama were sending someone. Nests shadowed you for a time in hopes of seeing me, but I am sure I managed to avoid them." He finishes this admission with a slight lifting of his heavy shoulders, smile fading to be replaced by the usual stoic impassiveness.
Despite her disposition, Munin is not a trusting individual. She has done her fair share of infiltration and manipulation in the past, and is paranoid enough to consider such. However, seeing as he saved her life, can handle himself, AND could be a valuable ally against Vega, beggers can't be choosers. So far, he also has not given her reason to suspect duplicity as of yet. She considers that if there IS a sinister motice, it will reveal itself in time.
At mention of NESTS, her eyes normal violet glow pulses brighter, prompting her to close them a moment, seeming to calm herself momentarily. Their back to their normal level of glow when they open again, her gaze a bit colder. The coldness does not reach her tone, however "Won't your clan send someone else eventually? If so, wouldn't that put you into direct conflict with them, or worse?". NESTS she knows will be relentless as time goes on, so no reason to ask. This ninja clan, however, is an unknown quantity to her.
Noboru shakes his head, taking a moment to eat. He doesn't seem in any sort of hurry.
"Part of the contract was that loss of the," here the shinobi pauses, as if looking for a word to substitute for something more familiar, "Asset, would end the contract between Nests and the Miyama clan. None of my siblings will be hunting you any longer. You should be wary, however. I do not know who they will send in my stead." Finished speaking, he pops the last bit of waffle into his mouth and balls up the paper wrapper, leaning over to drop it in the small waste bin under Munin's side table.
After munching more, Munin also finishes, and gives a nod. "Knowing their going to be coming is half the battle right there.... and may end up being of benifit depending on who it is....". She gives an inquisitive glance "so if your clan considers you KIA, your on your own. What will you do now? Can't go home again, as they say......".
It's a feeling she knows all too well firsthand.
A look of brief amusement lights Noboru's good eye, but the big ninja blinks it away before giving his shaggy head another shake. Folding the papers sack back closed he reaches over and drops it onto Munin's bedside table.
"My clan consider me dead? No. We do no abandon our siblings, but Nests need not know that." With that being said the rather relaxed shinobi stands easily from the chair, pausing to glance idly down at Munin.
"Be well, Munin. I am sure we will meet again when it is necessary." Noboru offers in a relaxed rumble. With that said, he turns about and makes his way unhurriedly toward the door. The sack he left behind holds two cardboard containers of tater tots. Maybe they're poisoned, or maybe they're just a good bye gift.
As Noboru leaves, Munin nods in response to his words. Her only response as he does so is simply "Be well, and thank you". The tater tots are later devoured as well, in place of the hospital dinner.
Log created on 00:50:16 07/18/2014 by Noboru, and last modified on 22:09:04 07/19/2014.