Mai wandered the halls of the history wing looking for Thaddeus. Her Ba-di came here often, it was a likely place to find him. She fully expected to round the corner and see him standing in front of some case with his notebook out. However Thaddeus did not seem to be in the museum tonight. She did find someone else familiar standing in front of a suit of armor. Mai came up to stand beside the woman on the cell phone, her hands clasped in front of her.
"Konbanwa Megan-san."
Business
"I'm looking at it now, and it's fake," Megan said into her cell phone. She was standing before a seemingly impressive display of 11th century Japanese armor. Her two gaurds were watching the the only entrance to the room with stoic intensity. Megan paced like an animal caged, the phone pressed to her ear as she spoke into it. "At the very least its not Yasumori's. He didn't wear a red lacquered helm, and the mempo is wrong as well. Who did you get these from?"
She rolled her eyes at the answer and moved the phone to her other ear. "I hope he knows how much we paid Japanese customs to move these overseas. Well, I trust that you'll inform him. Yes. Get back to me when it's done."
She closed the phone and looked up at the armor through its protective glass case. It was definately not Yasumori's. Megan had known Adachi Yasumori quite well, and had spent a great deal of time in Japan during his more formative years. She regreted being away at the time of his death-- she most certainly could have prevented it had she been there. She had looked forward to this pieces arrival at the museum, and it was always unfortunate when something like this turned counterfeit. She was almost tempted to fly to Japan and deal with this peronsally. That would have to wait though, she had other things that needed to be dealt with first.
Mai
18 years ago
Megan Björn
18 years ago
Megan turned and found herself looking into the face an old friend. She smiled as a confused look spread over her own guards faces. They hadn't seen her come in. She made a mental note to schedule them for some additional training. Perhaps Alfarinn would care to spend a few hours with them.
"Konbenwa, Mai-san," she said, bowing her head. "You honor me with your presence."
"Konbenwa, Mai-san," she said, bowing her head. "You honor me with your presence."
Mai
18 years ago
Mai made a slight bow in acknowledgment of Megan's greeting. Then looked back at the armor.
"This is yours? It is not right." She studied the armor behind the glass and pointed to a few things that weren't accurate. Megan would know certainly. She had been around long enough to understand these things. The redhead had always been observant, a shame she had been one of the Rose. Her instincts would have made an excellent member of the Hunt.
"This is yours? It is not right." She studied the armor behind the glass and pointed to a few things that weren't accurate. Megan would know certainly. She had been around long enough to understand these things. The redhead had always been observant, a shame she had been one of the Rose. Her instincts would have made an excellent member of the Hunt.
Megan Björn
18 years ago
"Donated," she nodded, continuing on in Japanese. "Though perhaps a bit hastily. I hadn't had a chance to see it until now."Â?
She walked past the glass case. It had been some time since she had conversed with Mai. She couldn't say it was entirely due to her busy schedule either. Lately she had been keeping her distance from the others, those she had left behind. She felt less and less of a connection as time passed, though she was probably more like them then she cared to admit. Certain habits were hard to kick.
"You knew Yasumori, did you not?"Â?
She walked past the glass case. It had been some time since she had conversed with Mai. She couldn't say it was entirely due to her busy schedule either. Lately she had been keeping her distance from the others, those she had left behind. She felt less and less of a connection as time passed, though she was probably more like them then she cared to admit. Certain habits were hard to kick.
"You knew Yasumori, did you not?"Â?
Mai
18 years ago
Mai nodded.
"Hai. This is not his."
His story reminded her of her own beginnings. His place over run. His death and those of his family. It was all eerily familiar to her. She had not been in Japan at the time. As always Mai liked to wander but he was a wise man and respected.
She was quiet, this might not have been comforting to most people but Megan was used to her ways. The past didn't normally haunt her, Mai lived in the present and while she hated technology it did not change her ways. She lived a simple life.
"Hai. This is not his."
His story reminded her of her own beginnings. His place over run. His death and those of his family. It was all eerily familiar to her. She had not been in Japan at the time. As always Mai liked to wander but he was a wise man and respected.
She was quiet, this might not have been comforting to most people but Megan was used to her ways. The past didn't normally haunt her, Mai lived in the present and while she hated technology it did not change her ways. She lived a simple life.
Megan Björn
18 years ago
"Authentic, but not his,"Â? Megan said softly. She looked over to Mai, and saw a strangers eyes, sad and distant. The Shimotsuki Affair was not the first of it's kind in Japanese history, nor was it the last. Megan had yet to come across a culture without its share of sad stories. Pain was a universal language, one that she herself was also well versed in.
"I'm assuming you didn't come here tonight to discuss Japanese history with me."Â? Megan said, her back turned.
"I'm assuming you didn't come here tonight to discuss Japanese history with me."Â? Megan said, her back turned.
Mai
18 years ago
"Iie" She looked around the museum and then back at Megan. " I came to find Ba-di-kun. "
Mai did not know if Megan knew Thaddeus and did not think to ask. Evenhet had been created before her Ba-di-kun was born. He did not get a chance to know their elders. Though Mai suspected he would learn more about the tall blonde who lived in the glass tower. It was a good meeting even if she did have to sit in that aweful moving metal box.
Mai did not know if Megan knew Thaddeus and did not think to ask. Evenhet had been created before her Ba-di-kun was born. He did not get a chance to know their elders. Though Mai suspected he would learn more about the tall blonde who lived in the glass tower. It was a good meeting even if she did have to sit in that aweful moving metal box.
Megan Björn
18 years ago
"Well, I hope you haven't been stood up,"Â? she said with just a touch of sincerity. "I've been alone here for most of the night."Â?
Well, not entirely alone, she thought. She did have her guards, as useless as they had been tonight. Not that they could have protected her. Had Mai wanted a fight, she would have cut through them like warm butter. She looked up at the ceiling wondered at the structural integrity of the building, if it could have survived a bout between the two elders. They used to spend hours sparing in the Anantya Dojo. Before Megan left.
"I should probably leave you to your search."Â?
Well, not entirely alone, she thought. She did have her guards, as useless as they had been tonight. Not that they could have protected her. Had Mai wanted a fight, she would have cut through them like warm butter. She looked up at the ceiling wondered at the structural integrity of the building, if it could have survived a bout between the two elders. They used to spend hours sparing in the Anantya Dojo. Before Megan left.
"I should probably leave you to your search."Â?
Mai
18 years ago
Mai turned to Megan and nodded. Tilting her head to one side, she considered the taller woman. She reached into the folds of her kimono and pulled out a rose that she had gathered from the park on her way here. Taking Megan gently by the wrist, she placed the delicate blood red flower on the woman's open palm.
Smiling faintly, Mai turned and quietly left. Ba-di-kun was elsewhere and she must find him.
((OOC: Mai Out. Permission granted to move Megan))
Smiling faintly, Mai turned and quietly left. Ba-di-kun was elsewhere and she must find him.
((OOC: Mai Out. Permission granted to move Megan))
Megan Björn
18 years ago
Megan held the rose in her hand, and pressed her thumb against the thorned gift. The vivid color, matched against her pale skin, reminded her that she needed to feed before it grew much later. She breathed in the flowers sweet aroma, and then dropped it.
"Sebastian, Jeremiah. We're leaving."
Sebastian produced a phone and called the limo to pick them up, and Megan turned back, stealing a glimpse of the samurai armor behind its glass prison. As they got in the limo, she wondered if she would ever see Yasumori's ghost again, and thought briefly of Mai's rose, left, cold and lonely, on the hardened museum floor.
((OOC: Megan out.))
"Sebastian, Jeremiah. We're leaving."
Sebastian produced a phone and called the limo to pick them up, and Megan turned back, stealing a glimpse of the samurai armor behind its glass prison. As they got in the limo, she wondered if she would ever see Yasumori's ghost again, and thought briefly of Mai's rose, left, cold and lonely, on the hardened museum floor.
((OOC: Megan out.))