Where in this assassin once again has serious doubts about his target

[weiss_tank]

[Home Action!]

[Ken had gotten the mail, as per his usual routine. The letter from the town was unusual however. It couldn't be something from home, that only came after the town had a hissy fit.  So, he opened it up after a moments of hesitation and couldn't believe it. How could the town have that much power?

Still....the guys....Miakis...they were all at stake, and after all this wasn't any different from what he did at home. Of course, that line of thought stopped as soon as he saw the name of his target.

Japan.

The country he had used his second chance at life to protect time after time, from mad scientist to corrupt politicians, to evil cabals of psychically powered people bent on world destruction.  Could he really kill the personification of his country?]


[John Doe Park]

[He hadn't stopped to talk long with the people at home about the letter, in fact, he'd run out to the park as soon as he could. He needed to think, he needed to run around and not think, which ever worked to make him feel better. So there he was, running laps about the park, wonder what the hell to do next.]

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[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

[ And at the park— Japan was standing somewhere at the side, alone. Just taking this time to think about his situation, trying to relax himself in the shade the tree provided and finding that he failed. He remained deeply in thought for some time, not paying attention to his surroundings, until just sighing and looking up in exhaustion- which is when he spotted Ken, doing his laps. ]

Ah— [ He remembered that one's name- Ken Hidaka, right? Maybe -kun would be more appropriate than -san, now that they've already spoken and gotten to know each other. ] Ken-kun, is it?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken froze at the sound of Japan's voice. Great, this was the last person he wanted to see but he couldn't ignore the fact that he was being talked to. So he stopped and walked over to where the country was sitting.]

Ah, yes, hello. [He smiled a little bit weakly at him.]

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

[ He can see the nature of that smile— it makes the expression on his face a bit worried. ] ...Is everything alright? Is this a bad time? Forgive me...

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Shit does it show that much?]

Ah! No no no it's fine. How are ya doin?

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

[ He smiles a little, too- it's a very brief one, though, and a bit sad. ] ... I've been doing my best. I predict the events of this morning will lead to a lot of chaos...

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

[Ken will catch Lyon in the morning right after reading her own letter. She's suiting up to go out and retrieve the Prince, unconcerned with her own target. After putting on some loose clothing that's easier to move around in than the usual skirts and things in her closet, she comes downstairs carrying the nagamaki that Hiccup forged for her as a rush job this week. She looks pretty serious.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken puts on his retail smile and looks at her]

Hey! Lyon! Where are you off to in such a cloud?

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

I have to make sure the Prince is all right.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[This made Ken's smile falter. If Lyon was worried about her Prince like that, it may mean that she had received a letter as well. This wasn't good. She was too young for this shit. Maybe.

Maybe he was just reading into it too much.]

I see...you be careful out there.

[float-like-a.livejournal.com]

You too, okay?

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[Miakis can be found in the living room, idly twirling a butcher knife around in her hand, wearing an unusually grim expression on her face. Her own letter lies on the coffee table, and she glances at it every now and then, as if hoping that it will somehow disappear when she looks away.

She doesn't want to succumb to Mayfield's usual crap, but she can't ignore a threat to her Princess's safety. Dammit.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[A small journey from the kitchen to find his missing knife, also to find the missing wifu it was.]

Hey...

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[She looks up and tries to smile at him, but it's a pretty weak attempt; there's no hiding her bad mood.]

Hi you. [She sets the knife aside and gestures for him to sit down next to her. It's tempting to ask if he's going to go through with killing his target -- but then it occurs to her that she's not sure she wants to know.] Caesar's setting up base at someone's house on Bunker Street. I'm gonna head there later, if you want to come with...

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken nodded] Sure. Sounds as good as place as any. [He flomps down next to her with a sigh.]

This isn't going to be easy...but we'll be ok.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there are people out there who are being ordered to kill us too, so... strength in numbers, right?

It's never easy, with this place. [hesitant pause] What are you gonna do?

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

[Meryl is in the park as well. Just sitting on a bench...and glaring.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Hey! A familiar face that he doesn't have to do anything with! Cool.]

Hey Meryl, 'sup?

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

[She glances over. She doesn't seem very happy but she manages to stop glaring.]

Hello Ken.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken sits down beside her uninvited]

Rough morning?

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

You could say that.

[She doesn't seem to mind.]

I got a letter.

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[holding his own letter, not mincing words.]

Are you going to do it?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken sighed and rubbed the back of his neck] What choice do I have. I might not agree with the target but... a lot's at stake, ya know?

Not like it'd be hard.

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

No, but.....

They're probably lying. I don't really believe they intend to reward anyone, no matter what we do. And we might be punished either way.

[If we do what the town wants, bad things will happen, if we don't, bad things will happen. There's no way to win this game.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Hah, not like this is any different from home. [Ken is just going to smile and ruffle Omi's hair.]

Still...

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

True...

[For once, he's not complaining about the hair ruffle. Ken is just getting a sigh that is supposed to sound 'exasperated' but really is more 'amused.']

Do you want me to come with you?