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Jigen arriving on Day Nine
Who: Jigen & OTA => Tonks
When: Day Nine, afternoon
What: A dangerous meeting in New York, and then suddenly being thrown into the middle of a hurricane storm somewhere entirely else and being dragged in to shelter.
Where: A jazz club in New York, then by the River and finally at the bar indoors.
Rating: PG-13 for violence and language.
Status: Completed.


The scarred man in a suit sat down in the table uninvited, with a twisted smirk on his face as he looked down upon the asian man in whose table he joined. Three of his thugs surrounded them to emphasize the threat and to ensure that everything went according to plan.

The man who had first been spending a peaceful evening alone in the table at the jazz club did not flinch, blink or even look up from under his black fedora hat. He lounged on the chair in his black suit, a cigarette between his lips and a half-empty scotch glass beside him on the table.

"Jigen Daisuke," the scarred man began sounding amused. "You're a hard man to get a hold of."

Jigen snorted - smoke flowed out of his nostrils - and slowly turned to look at his company.

"What do you want, Walker?" he asked without taking the cigarette away from his lips. His tone was gruff and his voice was very low.

"The boss wants to meet ya," Walked answered. "You went poking about in his territory, but I'm sure you can... get to an agreement about it."

"You can tell him that I don't care about his territory," Jigen answered and leaned back again. He inhaled so that the cigarettes tip burned brighter. Knowing what was coming, he already took it between his fingers and dumped it on the ashtray.

"I'm sad that you're so ignorant, you see, the boss is not happy. Not happy at all about what you did," the scarred man continued. "But he would let this slide, if you, say, handed over what you took from the Countess."

Jigen let out a dry chuckle. "You were after them as well, weren't you? Well too bad." He raised the scotch glass to his lips so that the melting ice cubes clinked inside it, and emptied it with one swallow.

"Too bad? That's bad for you, Jigen. And bad for your friends," Walker warned. His smirk was suddenly gone and he motioned at the three thugs around them.

As two of them took a step closer to grab Jigen, the bearded asian swung up from his chair with surprising dexterity so that the chair fell down behind him. His elbow hit the thug on his right in the neck making a cracking sound, and before they knew it, he slipped away from the table ducking under the arms of the man on his left.

Walker stood up and reached for his gun. "Jigen! Don't make this any more difficult!"

Two of the thugs rushed after Jigen who dashed to the door holding his hat on his head with one hand. He turned at the door just as Walker pulled out his pistol, and yelled at the bystanders, "Out of the way!" as he pulled his heavy revolver from under his jacket. It took less than a blink of an eye for him to raise the gun and aim.

Two ear-searingly loud bangs echoed in the club making the women scream and everyone else throw themselves down on the floor. The band stopped playing and stared at the scarred man holding his bleeding hand that had just a moment earlier held his pistol. He had managed to shoot his gun as well, but Jigen's shot had hit his hand at the very same moment sending his bullet to the bar, where there was now a very pale bartender on the floor whimpering and three broken bottles leaking alcohol all over him.

"You're gonna regret this! AFTER HIM!" Walker screamed as red blood from the wound on his palm flew through his fingers.

Jigen grinned, raised his hat to the terrified bystander lady nearby as a humorous goodbye, and pushed the door open behind him dashing into the chilly night of New York with the three thugs right behind him.

*

Except... as soon as he turned to face the street and run to his car, his hat flew off his head and he was washed over by a wave.

After a while of trying to stand up and breath, Jigen had registered four things. One - it was still daylight, but he had been sure that the time was over 11PM. Two - it was windy. Windy was actually an understatement, it was a storm. Three - he was suddenly by a lake or a river since the very fast strong wind gusts kept spitting bucketfulls of water on him. Four - either New York's gone bye-bye, or he himself has gone off to la-la land without a warning. He had turned and then he had been not only somewhere else, but also in the middle of a hurricane storm.

Jigen could not really see around him, but he figured it would be good to get further away from the water. He sauntered forwards fighting to stay on his feet in the storm, not really having a clue of where he was heading.