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Yoshimi Kagemusha ~ Shadow Samurai (kimaster) wrote in neopolis_logs,
@ 2009-03-05 13:06:00

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!log, ellie van helsing, yoshimi kagemusha

Who: Yoshimi Kagemusha (SHADOW SAMURAI) and Ellie van Helsing (DARK LADY #1)
What: Two nocturnal hunters have a little run in
When: Sometime after midnight, Wednesday
Where: The outer perimeter of the campus
Status: Complete

Yoshimi: Yoshimi missed Japan. Any major city in Japan was ostensibly a city that didn't sleep, which made for readily available audiences to ooh and ahh at his nocturnal exploits. While there were certainly plenty of all-night types at Neopolis Academy, few of them made a habit of roaming the grounds at night. There was nobody to impress. Nobody to intimidate. Even most of the creepy crawly creatures were in bed like good little students.

But lo, what's this? Yoshimi straightened attentively from his perch atop a high rooftop, his silhouette barely visible against the dark night sky. He saw something moving down on the grounds below, something big enough to be human, or at least prey. His eyes narrowed against the darkness, focusing his ki into his senses to make out the distant shape.

Ellie: Elena van Helsing clearly had not perfected the art of silent stalking through the forestry, even though some of her preoccupations revolved around the very act of stalking that ever-so-elusive species, the attractive young male. Her booted foot caught in the roots of some old, menacing tree, and she tripped. Flat on her face, arms and legs flailing, extremely unprofessional. There was nothing quite as pathetic as a 5-foot-eleven goddess, decked out in about twelve pounds of make-up, twenty pounds of leather and seventy-five pounds of hunting equipment, who stumbled through a forest. (But woe to the individual who dared laugh at her!) There would have been much shame had her Dyadya seen this, or even--queue the shudder--her sister! The teasing would have been relentless.

Elena brushed the dirt from her arms. "Damn it to hell," she whispered in breathless tones, no doubt a nasty sid effect of the tightly-laced corset surrounding her already slim figure. She dropped to a knee and unslung her crossbow from her back. The weaponry was purely a safety precaution, as Ellie was not out for hunting. Not tonight. Ellie had secret hopes of besting her twin sister at the next full moon, and in order to do that she had to make sure she knew every inch of this stupid, dark, creepy forest! Ellie scowled at the tree, as if it had intentionally sought to trip her which--keeping in mind the nutty characters in the Magic faculty--was not entirely beyond the scope of reality.

Yoshimi: Well now, this was more like it! The corner of Yoshimi's lip twitched in a pleased smile as he spied the source of the disturbance more clearly. Midnight liaisons with beautiful women was a particular favorite pasttime, be they beautiful vampire or sultry succubus. He slayed them all in the end, but the prelude was always all the sweeter.

Without so much as a hustle he launched himself from his fourth story perch and sailed like a bolt through the night, landing in an equally silent crouch not but five feet from where Ellie had stumbled. He landed with one leg splayed out to the side and one hand touching the ground as if for balance, while the other brandished a sword that gleamed silver in the dull moonlight. The blade was pointed directly at Ellie, with a pair of piecing narrowed eyes focused on her just as fiercely.

"State your nature, fell beast." He demanded darkly, his every muscle seeming to be primed for action.

Ellie: Now faced with a deadly silver sword and an obviously masculine voice, Ellie brought an arm, though whether it was to shield herself or to primp her already-perfect hair, no one can truly say.

"OH. MY. GOOOOOOD. LIKE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???" She hissed at him. "I'm not a BEAST! Can't you see? I'm like, totally a huntress! Van Helsing family, yeah?? Does that, like, ring any bells for you???" Ellie scoffed at the as-yet unidentified person who dared to attack her. Her! Elena van Helsing, niece of the infamous--er, well, she always called him Dyadya--van Helsing, the greatest hunter and slayer of monstrous beasts! As the indignance of this situation wore off, the shame set in. If this got out, her life would be over! She would have no friends! The family name and reputation would be in ruins! No boy would ever go out with her ever again! At this final thought, Elena van Helsing started to cry: a quiet, almost indiscernable sniffling noise. Shameful.

Yoshimi: The Shadow Samurai was taken aback when he found himself on the receiving end of a barrage of hysterical insults. He was used to a very different reaction when he leapt dramatically from the shadows. He straightened slowly from his poised crouch, still holding his sword in her general direction, but now with considerably less conviction. The shadows thankfully covered the awkward grimace on his expression.

"Evil can take... many forms..." He offered lamely in his own defense, but it was more of a mumble than a statement. "Van Helsing? I have heard of this name. It is indeed of a slayer caste. I had thought the exploits to be mythical, though, in my--" He was slowly drawing himself back up to a more comfortable cadence, though he stopped abruptly as something became evident to him. Cocking his head to one side, he asked, "Are you... crying?"

Ellie: "NO!!" Ellie protested, though probably inefficiently. "I am NOT crying. I'm not."

Except she really was. Elena van Helsing, descendant of the brave slayers of monstrous beasts, wept tears of sorrow and shame. With a toss of her head--a motion she made seem almost elegant in its effortlessness, Elena brushed away those pesky tears and glared up at the figure who dared to attack her. At least he'd loosened up with that stupid sword. She made a mental note that she hadn't lost her knife, tucked into her left boot, should she need it--though she doubted very much that she would.

"So...like, what's your name?? You can't just tackle a girl like that and expect to walk away without giving her a name." Or a phone number, depending on the circumstances.

Yoshimi: Yoshimi was very off balance. He wasn't quite prepared for the assertiveness she spat at him, and his arm partially lowered, leaving the sword dangling limply between them for an awkward moment before dropping completely. Worried about losing his poise, he instead began to walk in a slow circle around her, his feet moving with catlike precision, his sword tip tracing a circle in the soft soil.

"I am Yoshimi Kagemusha, disciple if the Temple of Light and Shadow, maintainer on the Great Balance, Master of the Sword of Virtue." With each title he rattled off he twisted the tip of his sword pointedly, before finally lifting it to hold it vertically in front of his face. "I am the Shadow Samurai. All that lives in darkness shall fear me." Surely that would command some respect!

Elena: She blinked once. Twice. Were all of those superfluous titles meant to impress her or something? As if! She could barely understand all of them, let alone be impressed by them. Crossing her arms over her chest, she eyed him suspiciously. Pride of the van Helsing clan that she was, all she could manage to understand was: "So you're, like, a slayer too, right? Just Asian or whatever."

Yoshimi: Yoshimi's lips pursed irritably upon finding that his resume did not strike the female speechless; nor did she even seem to comprehend its full gravity. "I slay." He confirmed with a hint of annoyance, his sword again lowering at his side. "I slay with my blade. I slay with the martial teachings of my cabal of divine masters. I slay with the channeling of my inner ki." Now there was a hint of haughty competition in his tone, as his eyes danced judgmentally over her arsenal, "What means do you employ, aside from shrieking to draw forth prey?"

Ellie: Elena uncrossed her arms from their defensive position. What means? She didn't know quite what this fellow was implying with his judging eyes and that evident haughtiness in his tone, but she did know she did not like it. She pulled up the crossbow that she had temporarily misplaced

"Oh... I use this," she patted her custom-made crossbow congenially. "Isn't it divine? I really wanted it in pink! I even asked if it came in pink, but Dyadya, like, didn't understand why I wanted it in pink, like it's such a ridiculous desire to want a crossbow in pink! Like, they totally have pink arrows so why the hell can't I have a pink crossbow? Like, I think it's something about, like, being able to see it in the dark too easily, but--"

At this point, Ellie's lips formed a perfect O-shape and her eyes developed a bright-eyed sheen to them. Then she elicited a girly shriek. "OHMIGOD, I just had the best idea EVER!" Now in complete rapture with what she deemed the best idea ever and seemingly ignoring her new acquaintance, the leggy slayer began pacing back and forth, her crossbow held tightly to her chest. "OH. MY. GOD. What do you think about sparkles? Like, oh my god, if I could bedazzle this?" She gestured towards the crossbow in her arms. "OH MY GOD, Kate would, like, just die!" The ecstatic grin that graced her lips fled her features once she turned back to Yoshimi. "Ummmmm sorry, I, like, couldn't help myself. I just--it--sparkles!" She waved her crossbow as if it was to blame for her momentary lapse into euphoric glee.

Yoshimi: Yoshimi's lips pursed and his brow furrowed so intently that his face looked liable to fold in on itself. Evidently he agreed in full with her Dyadya vis a vis the ridiculousness of a pink crossbow, and it was taking absolutely every ounce of his willpower not to say as much. Not that Yoshi was typically a font of restraint or decorum, but at this point his eyes had discreetly scouted out the curves of Ellie's tightly bound corset, and his rational mind was pointing out that this girl may be bat$%#@ crazy, but she was bat$%#@ in a pretty hot sort of way.

He drew in a long, steadying breath when she finally turned her attention back to him, and when he spoke his even tone was meticulously maintained. In fact it had the slow, cautious cadence a person would typically employ when speaking to a small child. A particularly dumb small child, at that. "Perhaps I should accompany you on your patrol this evening."

Ellie: She smiled anxiously at him, her lips pressed tightly together. It was evident she didn't want to be there any longer. "That is quite kind of you, but I think I should be heading back now!" She slung her crossbow across her back once more. Maybe Kate was in the mood for a movie event. Perhaps she would be willing to stay up with Ellie and eat popcorn--unsalted, of course. Even standing out here in the darkness, Ellie was already mentally back in her room in PJs and slippers, and waiting to watch a movie with her sister.

And that quite settled the matter. "Thanks a lot for the conversation, Yoshi, disciple of the thingy, but I'm going to head back now!" She smiled at him--much more sure, much more confident and comfortable, now that she was going back to familiarity.

Yoshimi: A shade of abrupt disappointment flashed across Yoshimi's expression; he'd somewhat hoped for a little company on his evening patrol, crazy or not. He really didn't know what to make of this woman's bizarre behavior, and thus he mostly just stood silently, sword at his side, as she made a quick exit and disappeared back in the direction of the dormitories. "Hunh." Was all he grunted, perplexed, before sheathing his sword and leaping back into the night to hunt for the creatures he at least understood.