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Entry tags: | hitomi katsuri |
Who Hitomi Katsuri & Ollivander (poor Ollivander)
What:Getting her Sneaky-Capture-Bounty Hunterness on.
When:Friday, and Saturday
Why:It's her job.
Rating\Warnings: High for Violence, most likely?
Status:Finished\Log
She'd transfigured her hair to a blonde color, and shortened it to chin length. She was dressed simply - in a black silk tank top with soft dark colored linen pants. She wore wrapped leather sandals, the thick leather straps wrapping around her ankles. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, eyes transfigured to be a brilliant grey color tonight, her lips painted with a soft sheen. She Apparated into the outskirts of the city, sliding her shades over her eyes as she settled into a ground eating stride.
Tomi was good at moving in crowds, her tiny height allowed her to all but disappear into the throng of people. She was information gathering today - she wanted to listen to those around her and try to get a hint of any sort of Outsiders living among Muggles or around them. Many of her targets could easily be among them, with Muggle sounding names they'd be all but impossible to tell if someone was talking about them. But there were a few oddball names that might be altered but still be similar enough for her to pick up on. She settled in for a long day of walking around.
Before she had left the house she had mixed up a few potions to knock people out but instead of keeping them in flasks she dipped each of her tiny needles in them and magicked them so they wouldn't lose their potency and secured the little golden spikes into their cases. She had one wrapped around her ankle, just under her pant leg, one on her hip under the hem of the shirt and a set on her wrist inside a thick leather cuff bracelet. Tomi's wand was tucked neatly in a holster at her hip, charmed to blend in with her outfit. Tomi had spent an hour prepping to walk out the door, pondering over what she'd want, need and use before gathering up her things and heading into London.
And now, she was glad she had spent the hours preparing. She overheard someone saying they'd met a man, Vander who seemed a bit out of place in London. Maneuvering carefully she learned that he'd been seen a grocery shop around the corner. The girl chattering on about him had just gotten off work there. The blonde haired woman slipped sideways and took the alley to cut down to the shop. Could he really have been so stupid? she wondered idly as she ducked into the store. She shopped, a basket in one hand, items being placed inside it with the care of a normal shopper. But she was listening.
People gossiped. THAT was fact. Sifting through the useless gossip was tedious but she had patience. She checked out after a little while, and chatted it up with the cashier. Idle chit chat before she leaned over a bit and laughed softly "You seen that old man? Looked like he was off in la-la land?" she asked the cashier with a light hearted smile, her glasses tilting down just a touch, so she could look the boy in the eyes. He flustered but replied to her, confirming he'd seen him. Without looking away from him, she slipped her wand from her hip, blocked by her other side and the counter, and cast Imperio on him. Her lips curling into a wicked smile as she gave him instructions to carry out his life as normal but if he should see this Vander again to call her, immediately, at a number, hiding the fact from the old man.
She scribbled a number on her receipt and handed it to him, playing it off as if she was giving the boy her personal number. She pushed her glasses up her nose and plucked up her bag of things and swept out of the store. Tomi followed the same kind of routine in a dozen and a half other places, all over the city. Setting up a web of informants under her thumb before she retreated back to an apartment in the city. She'd given them all a good description of the man, of what he could have done to alter his looks, and a bit more, it was a stretch but it might happen.
Saturday rolled in with cloudy skies and a mood not unlike the sky above - dark, dank and rather dreary. She made breakfast, changed her looks again and prepared to pound pavement once more. Now shorter, blacker hair was in for the day, with almost black eyes, and a white dress that was airy enough to let her move freely, she was ready to go. Her needles and wand tucked away neatly, blending in with her dress or in specially sewn in pockets. Just before she ran out the door, however, the phone rang. A shrill, annoying, ring. Tomi nabbed it on the second ring and perched on a chair to listen to the person. ”Yes?” she asked with a practiced English accent. The man from a coffee shop she’d cursed was on the line telling her that the man she asked about was sitting having a mug of coffee. She hung up on him without a word and bolted out the door. Having walked the area last night she felt comfortable enough to Apparate into an alley near by.
Tomi slipped inside the store, meandering around for a moment before she ordered a coffee identical to the one the man had. She took it over to his table and handed it to him, carefully pricking him with a tiny needle, barely felt but still felt. ”You appeared to be out, sir.” she said softly, a soft smile on her lips, hiding any thoughts she had. He thanked her before standing up, excusing himself and walking to the men’s room. He knew something had been wrong - he had felt the sting of the needle, but he wasn’t sure why he couldn’t think fast enough. Feeling a bit wobbly he didn’t dare Apparate, so he went to sneak out the back door. Her lips twitched into a grin, before she wandered back out the door, and down the alley, waiting for him to sneak out. He exited the back looking around like a nervous, disorientated rabbit, and it was all Tomi could do not to laugh.
She knew he wasn’t a fight - like most of the Outsiders would be - it wasn’t a spectacular catch in her eyes, but he’d do to start. She leaned on the wall, watching him dart towards the entrance of the alley way. Casually she pulled another needle out, tossed it into the air and with her wand directed it to stick in the back of his neck, dropping him, paralyzed. She walked lazily down the alley and knelt next to him. ”You were too easy. I’m almost sorry. You’re not going to die, not by my hand anyways.” she laughed softly, a sweet airy sound. ”A little poison, a little skill, and you’re out like a light. Fun isn’t it? Not being able to really defend yourself from mundane attacks?” she laughed again before grabbing him and Apparating with him to another of her safe houses. She tied him to a chair, both magically and with plain rope, before throwing up wards around the house. No one uninvited would show. She plucked the needle from his neck, which allowed him movement again, at least in his finger tips.
She made sure his gag was in place, his wand gone, and that the Apparating blocking spell was in place before she licked her lips slowly and crouched down in front of him. “I get to turn you into my bosses, but I think, I’ll teach you a couple minor lessons while we wait.” She used her own wand and Accio’d a tray of needles over to her. These were different, hair thin and sharp as razors, unlike the gold ones which while thin weren’t this thin. Hitomi licked her lips a bit and started placing them, despite his struggles, in various nerve bundles. Acupuncture turned against the healing arts. To his credit he didn’t scream with the first few, but she found a few spots that made him scream as if she’d Crucio’d him. She loved the needles - they withdrew such sounds from her prey.
Hitomi Accio’d a tiny bottle of liquid over to her and sat down neatly, tapping tiny wounds into his skin with the needles. Between taps she dipped them in the liquid - coating them in a salt-based mixture. Each needle stab was more painful than it should have been, the salt-coating making his muscles twitch under her touch. She dipped a quill in a pool of blood that welled from a wound and wrote a message in a journal, almost absently. When she went to set it aside he kicked out and knocked her over, catching her under the chin with the toe of his foot. Her head spun, stars floated around her vision before she sat up, watching him struggle to get loose. Blood dripped from where she bit down on her lip and cheek, staining her white dress.
She moved to set him upright once more before slapping him with every ounce of strength she had, dragging her rather long nails along his cheek before she spat blood on the floor. “Don’t think it would be that easy.” she murmured, savoring the taste of blood on her tongue. She got into his face, nose to nose, before she grinned wickedly. Those same long nails were lifted to her lips as she licked the blood off of them in front of him, smiling a bit as she saw the red handprint standing out on his skin. She could feel her elbows aching from landing on them, and instead of hurting him any more, and risking her own well being in the meanwhile, she flicked her wand and bound him up in a body-binding curse. A little more wand work later had him and his chair chained to her floor, a hard chair settled before his and dinner on a tray before her, courtesy of a house elf. She sat down in the chair, lean legs crossing, and then she delved into dinner, watching him watch her eat with mischievous pleasure. Somehow making prisoners watch while she enjoyed a good meal, some cold drink - lemonade tonight - and such always made her laugh. They always squirmed after awhile, no one able to fully resist the scent of delicious food. She resolved to stay with him until someone answered her on what to do with him.