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Vengeance; Easy Quest
Topic Started: Nov 23 2017, 05:23 AM (77 Views)
Fasha
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Vengeance

Location: Earth

Difficulty: Easy

Description:

Tatsu Markil was once a great martial artist... until a rival clan lead by Crin Blackheart killed him, that is. They feared he would win the national tournament and take away their glory as he did the year previous. Jenna Markil, Tatsu's wife, has hired you to hunt down the Blackheart Clan and kill them all in cold blooded vengeance. Will you do as she asks, or will you find a more peaceful alternative?

Reward: +300 zeni, +2 DP, +20 all stats, +2 rp Credits

Bonus: -2 Alignment for killing the clan

OR

Bonus: + 2 Alignment for finding a peaceful alternative
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Time on Master Roshi’s island had really helped to clear her head. There was nobody else there but him and herself, which meant a lot of alone time for thinking. She thought often about what Kiki had said.

It. Whatever it is that will make you happy! Not just pretend happy but truly happy and at peace with what has happened to you. You will not find it here child, you cannot stay here.
It hadn’t really made much sense at the time, but looking back on it she knew that he did the right thing making her leave. Everything about that village reminded her of La’ei, and every time she thought of La’ei she thought about those men. This was dangerous, because every time she thought about them her blood boiled in her body. She might have exploded again. She remembered that bright, white light and waking up to that village being vaporized.

I killed her.
I killed everyone.


Her Master didn’t ask her what had happened to her. It had been over a year since she had gone out diving, and yet he didn’t even seem surprised to see her. His face betrayed nothing as she walked back into his house, his eyes hidden behind those thick black glasses.
“Training resumes tomorrow,” he said matter-of-fact. She nodded and went about her usual duties that she had before she had left.

She cooked his meals, washed his clothes, foraged for fish and unloaded supplies from regular boats which came by. She did everything for him, and in exchange he tutored her. She learned a lot from him fighting, but also about lots of other things.

They meditated for up to four hours a day, most days. Fasha would sit cross-legged, listening to the gentle lap of the waves caressing the sandy beach; the wind playing through the coconut tree’s leaves; and the whisper of sound as Master Roshi breathed through his nose. She could feel things she never felt before too: she could feel every inch of skin on her body and every individual toe or finger; she felt how she sat, and how her spine curved; she could feel other things around her, like the presence of her Master or sometimes even the presence of things in the ocean around her.

Meditation was the best part of her day, and probably the most helpful thing for her. Master Roshi said that she had to train her body, as well as her mind. So, she did.

She would start the day with a four-kilometre swim out to a nearby island. She would then have to do a of the island on foot as fast as she could. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure of the distance, but she knew it took her at least an hour to do this, plus another two hours for the swim. After this she would prepare breakfast for the Master and herself before he tutored her in the ways of battle.

His specialty was in Kung Fu – an ancient Martial art developed in a country called China. Kung Fu in Mandarin refers to the excellence of one’s training achieved as a product of long training. This was certainly an accurate description as Master Roshi worked her extremely hard. The Martial Art revolved around balance, grace and agility. The fighter would maintain absolute stillness, right up until the point that the attacker moved. Then you would move, in such a way that it would be impossible for the opponent to hit you, and very easy for you to put them off balance.

The warrior would run through thousands of exercises, sweating under the warm Pacific sun. She would also spend an equal amount of time balancing on one leg, practicing perfect stillness. She took to his lessons with such enthusiasm that he was a little taken aback. Never before had she had a student so eager and with such a fastidious approach to learning. She trained hard because whenever she stopped she would see La’ei’s face inside her mind. Fasha would work so hard that when the day was done she would be asleep before her mind had time to start working.

Her training went on like this for several months until something broke the routine. A woman had arrived on the island while Fasha was out swimming. She sat with her Master for some time talking. The man sat and listened to her, a grave look on his usually smiling face.

Fasha was preparing breakfast when he called her over to come and sit with them. The woman was beautiful. She was slight of figure, much like Fasha but she was much more graceful than she was in her movements. Her tiny frame was covered with a beautiful shiny robe, embraided with pink flowers. Her hair was black and kept in a tight bun at the top of her head. It was held together with two silver needles with razor sharp points. Her skin was brown and smooth. There was not one wrinke on her still face. She looked as if she was twenty, yet from the air she carried Fasha doubted she was that young. Her eyes were narrow and almond shaped, and her lips were full around a small mouth with perfect teeth. Her cheekbones were as sharp as the needles in her hair.

The warrior sat down with them and looked the stranger in the eyes. In her dark, deep brown eyes Fasha saw herself. She saw grief, pain and hatred, swirling in those deep, dark pools. Fasha had never been good with people, or tactical in the way she went about things. She was raised in a place where words meant nothing, and strength meant everything. Thus, she had never learned the social niceties, and never beat around the bush.

“Who do you want me to kill?” the warrior blurted out.

The woman smiled, glancing at Master Roshi.


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The pair crept forward, slipping silently under the blanket of darkness to their prey. In the clearing ahead were a group of men. These were the people she was supposed to bring to Justice, as her Master had instructed her. This meant capturing them alive, but Fasha had no such intention.

I know men.

The beautiful woman stood beside her now, her agile figure bathed in shadow. In the dim light Fasha could just see her eyes, piercing through the night to focus on the men. Her name was Jenna, and she had come to Master Roshi for help.

She and her husband were both renowned Martial Artists. They competed in multiple tournaments every year and each year they both won their own divisions. Her husband especially was famous in the way that only males could be. He was undefeated in the ring, and renowned as one of the best fighters on this planet. He was dead.

Jenna had been training with her husband where they always trained; out at a cabin in the woods. They would spar all day long, go for long runs and walks and finish the day by relaxing underneath the stars with a hot meal and good conversation. They were in love. The kind of love that holds two people together, binding them until they are one person. They would do everything together, and never spend a moment apart.

One night out in the woods, dark figures slipped through the trees to surround their little cabin. She and her husband were never ones to be caught unawares and so they waited in the darkness for their intruders. Jenna and her partner attacked them, taking down several of these men. They were far better fighters than these criminals and were teaching them respect. Most of the men carried swords or knives. Jenna had plenty of experience with these weapons, and so turned them back on the attackers as easily as if they were children, pretending to fight with sticks. Some of them however had guns. The thunderclap of the pistol filled the air as her husband was struck down. He was hit in the chest and fell to the ground as the attackers slipped back into the shadows.

Jenna ran to him and savoured those final moments of his life. They lay staring into each other’s eyes until he closed his forever. The woman had told Fasha this back on the island. The woman wanted to kill these men, but she needed help.

Her Master was outraged at the thought of murder, and absolutely forbid his pupil from taking lethal action. Fasha had of course agreed, but while the lies slipped off her tongue her eyes told the truth to Jenna. They left that day to find these men, on a fast boat to a wide stretch of man where they were hiding.

Now they had found them, drinking out in the woods. They were a gang, one which was often hired out to people to do the dirty work the businessman wouldn’t do themselves. They were much like the men back in Fasha’s homeland. They worked with their fists and sold their souls on a daily basis. The bitter taste of hate crept into the Warrior’s mouth as she watched them from within the trees.

There were ten of them. All tall and strong, sporting thick black cloaks which could conceal any number of weapons. If they had guns, then this would be more tricky. Taking these men down could not be slow, it must be fast.

They slinked closer towards the clearing, staying just out of the firelight as they circled the camp. Each woman had a handful of stars, each point filed to a razor sharp edge which could cut halfway through a tree trunk. They caught each other’s eye across the clearing, signalling each other to begin. They threw the throwing stars with expert skill. A faint whirling sound would emanate through the air as they left their hands, then a man would fall silently to the ground.

They took down about three men each, killing them instantly. They each threw two more stars, aiming for arms and legs, trying to maim the remaining four. They found their targets and the men screamed.

The two woman launched themselves forward, descending upon the men writhing on the ground. They expertly stripped the men of their cloaks and weapons, throwing them away. They then bundled the four hulking gang members up, and tied them together with some thick rope.

When they were confident the men were restrained, they went to work. The screams echoed throughout the forest for hours as they played their games. Almost competing with each other as they made the brutes suffer. The two woman delighted in their pain, their laughs and giggles mingling with the men’s shouts for mercy.

There is no mercy. Where was my mercy?
I know men.





Word Count 820

Total 1804

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