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

[weiss_tank]

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[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.]

[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.]

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

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

[sablebombay.livejournal.com]

[holding his own letter, not mincing words.]

Are you going to do it?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Ah...[Ken nods and looks out into the park]

You got one too, didn't you.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

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

Hey...

[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?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

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

Hey Meryl, 'sup?

[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.

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

[ Japan just nods quietly, looking out into the park, as well. ]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

What do you think ma--sir...what the fuck do I call you anyways.

[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.]

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

Ah... there's no need to put it that way. Ken-kun may call me whatever he likes.

[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...

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken smiled a bit sheepishly. Normally he wasn't so conscious about his swearing but it just seemed a bit wrong in front of damn country.

Wait. Why was he just sitting there talking to Japan. He was supposed to be killing the little guy.]

So are you gonna do it?

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

[ Yes. He's going to try to. But can he say that to one of his people? ] I will protect my people and my family.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

If you're tryin' to say yes, don't worry, not like I can judge ya. [Not when he's trying to get up the gumption to put his fist to your nose.]

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

Ehhh-? [ How did he- wait. ] ...What do you mean?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[That was mainly a shot in the dark, but Ken had known old Japanese people before.]

Never mind, you don't know do you. [This made him feel a little bit better.]

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

...I'm sorry, but I do not understand what Ken-kun is trying to tell me...