4875/VTA

VTA
Date of Scene:	10 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Shredder, Rage, Phoenix

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Shredder has posed:
    The afternoon threatens rain, but it's little more than a view from the skyscraper that holds the offices of Stockgen, and their CEO, Oroku Saki. Andrea's decision that she wanted to see him in person made him curious, and somewhat amused. It took a little convincing to the secretary, but she finally asked him, and after an extended wait on the phone, he allowed another meeting to be set. The same large wooden doors are present as were before, and the same secretary as before, professional and mildly friendly. But not too friendly.

Rage has posed:
Dressed up in a pair of snug jeans and a NYU sweater, Andrea is dressed down instead of all fancied up in her high end designer clothes. Her hair is pulled back into a high pony tail as well. Having been driven over by her security guard James, the ex-military Seal type, the pair heads for the large wooden doors. She takes in a deep breath, glancing over at James and says, "You can wait for me here." << Going in. >>

Phoenix has posed:
Another joins Andrea, in her school's headmistress, but she doesn't appear to be there to those who look. Employing her abilities to make minds not register her presence, she keeps a little behind Andrea, for now letting things unfold. It is none of these people she cares about, only the noted Mr. Saki.

Shredder has posed:
    Behind the door is revealed a rather unique looking office. It looks very much like traditional Japanese dojo. The smell of incense hangs in the air, the floors are padded as if they were designed for sparring. Pillars along the side of the room are adorned with long thin oil paintings that have Japanese scripting upon them. The view should be amazing outside the window, but the natural sunlight is shielded currently by thin paper walls, allowing only the soft glow of the sun's light to filter through. Various stands containing traditional martial weapons are placed throughout the room, Swords, nunchaku, spears, ancient armor all give a very authentic feel to the office, as if it was part museum.
    An ancient, broken sword is held in Saki's hands, guarded by a cloth. As before, there is a pot of tea prepared.
    The Japanese man with the suit glances over as Andrea enters, and he places the broken blade back upon its stand. "Miss Jackson," he says, seemingly unaware of any secondary presence. He motions to the table as before. "Would you care for tea?" he asks in the same manner as he did the first time. The pot is different. This time it is a flat white ceramic, and instead of a bamboo tea scoop, it is clear, made of an entirely different material. No doubt there is significance to these, and his mind dwells on each of them as he goes to the pot. A pot from a crafter in the China Basin in Gotham City, made by hand. The tea scoop is made from recycled glass out of a windshield in the destruction that happened months ago in Mutant town, repurposed for something elegant, it's history and memory no longer of destruction, but of beauty. The tea container is jade from Japan, a dragon coiled around, set in green stone. The first bowl is a black onyx, purchased from the mall downtown, but it was made in California. The second bowl is bamboo, an ambiguous purchase from an online retailer.
    He begins to pour the tea before she answers, assuming a yes.

    There is another mind present, though. A female mind, ethereal in nature, so ancient that it is nearly alien, and not quite human. It is meditating in the next room.

Rage has posed:
"I do not have long to stay, but I will have tea." Andrea says as she steps out of her shoes, then steps forward to meet him as she slowly settles down to her knees as she did last time. She takes in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly as her eyes give a glimmer of gold behind the dark brown. "You broke into my house, or one of your minions did and left a gift on my bed. I'm sure it's not the only copy that you still have in your possession."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean is quite curious by this otherworldly seeming imprint in the other room, she's had her share of working with alien brians, such as the Shi'ar for instance, and does the most rudimentary of surface scans, to try and figure out the variable in the equation. She lets Andrea continue the discussion for now, there to support her should it turn violent, and ready to put her foot down when the time is right.

Shredder has posed:
    "You left it behind," Saki answers simply. He makes no defense for the breaking and entering, nor explanation. "This bowl I believe is from your home. Or at least close by. Los Angeles is a large county. My granddaughter tells me that you are from there." His mind is sharp, well focused on exactly what he is doing, but he is exceedingly alert as well, attuned to even the sound of a fly which buzzes on the other side of the room. He fills the black tea into the bowl. before filling one for himself.
    "It was not, but I unfortunately had a run in with someone I believe is an acquaintance of yours. He was rather persuasive." This is true, technically, he isn't lying, he's just vague. "I delivered to him the originals of those videos, and no longer keep any others."

    The mind in the other room is highly focused on her meditations, as if trying to discern something. A sudden alertness comes to the mind, a realization. The woman stands, and begins to move about in the other room.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean stops scanning the other woman's mind, it's enough to know she is there, and while she is no doubt special. Jean didn't sense anything to spark any fear in her. She keeps her focus for the time being on everything in this very room. <<Andrea...tell him you don't believe his story.>> Jean instructs Andrea, as she now looks into Saki's mind, searching for that encounter where Tyler claimed he beat Saki handily.

Rage has posed:
"San Francisco. Not all of us celebrity types are from Los Angeles." Andrea says as she gives a glance down at the bowl for a moment. "Really? There is no more tapes? The CEO of a genetics company who wanted my blood so badly that he was willing to black mail me doesn't have any other copies?" She lifts her brow upwards, then sighs. "I didn't send him after you. That was his own doing. He's a friend. He told me he beat the crap out of you, but he came back looking like he got knocked the fuck out by Bruce Lee." She says as she tilts her head to one side, staring at him evenly. "How is it that I can even trust you?"

Shredder has posed:
    "Hm," Saki says, a slight smile crossing his lips as he takes his bowl. "A man in my position must keep his promises if he wants anyone to believe his threats." He takes a sip of his tea. "I do not recall blackmailing you, Miss Jackson. I simply asked if you would return the kindness I did for you with a kindness of your own. If I recall, you wanted me to...help take care of some problems that you and your friends encountered. That is why we have reconvened, am I wrong?"
    The thought is interrupted as the paper door slides open. Saki's gaze shifts to look to the entering Japanese woman. She looks young, she looks very beautiful, dressed in a traditional robe of white with gold trim. A stylized japanese fox is embroidered inthe gold thread. She walks forward submissively, like a wife in ancient Japan might when approaching her husband. In fact, exactly like a wife would in ancient Japan. Her mind seems to be geared in such a direction. She produces a small white bowl with a representation of Amaterasu upon it. He stands, and takes the bowl in both hands, studying it for a moment. He looks at the side of the bowl, and realization comes over him. He focuses, and starts to scan the room, eyes narrowing as his sable gaze grows closer to where Jean invisibly waits. He places the bowl next to Andrea, and pours some tea.
    "I apologize for my rudeness," he says. "I neglected your chaperone."

    He can't see her, but he clearly now realizes that she is present. The memory of a masked figure barging into a board room, excusing his interruption, and then promising to break his legs if he didn't give the video tapes. The warning is given that the boy is in over his head, but it is ignored. The fight could hardly be called such, as the masked figure is casually beat quite literally within an inch of his life, though primarily by waiting for the youth to assault him. A tekko-nagi claw is taken from a shelf at the end, and he becomes more aggressive. Angry at the nuisance that has distracted him, but reserved. The claw is put to his throat, and he comments on the boy's desire to know where he trained. Instead of killing him, which is the first instinct, he gives the boy exactly what he asked for, and told him to come back that Monday to begin training.

Phoenix has posed:
"I am no chaperone..." Jean replies to Saki's words, as her mental illusion breaks and she appears in his office, dressed not in a costume of any sort, but regular clothes. A green dress cinched with a golden belt and matching heels. "I am here to make one thing very clear. You will have no dealings with my students."

Rage has posed:
Blinking her eyes a few times, Andrea opens her mouth as if to respond, then glances over to Jean as she appears. She takes in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly as she leans back, then pushes up to her feet. Smoothing down her sweater, she taps her sneaker against the ground a few times to tuck them in, then steps back away a few paces to stand at Jean's side.

Shredder has posed:
    Saki's expression is stone, but his mind seems to be working on Jean's revelation quite methodically. Mutant. Obviously. Arrogant, appreciable trait if she can back it up. Kitsune represented her with Amaterasu. Particularly powerful in some fashion. Protective, this girl is a weakness. She must have something to hide to be defensive, I have clearly stumbled upon something of value to her.
    "Would you like some tea?" he asks, gesturing to the bowl. "I value autonomy," he says. "I believe that Miss Jackson made this gesture of her own accord. When she left, she had no need to return," he says. "Have you come to impede her? Does she displease you as your student?" An oppressive teacher deserves the derision of her pupils, as my teacher did.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean peers from Andrea to Saki, seemingly contemplating whether to entreat this facade of politeness in taking the offered tea, or whether she should assume there is risk in potential poisoning or worse should she drink it. "The offer is appreciated, and not slighted, but given the circumstance...I have no way of knowing it would only be tea in this cup." Her green eyes briefly shift towards the cup, noting the design she remarks, "it is a pretty one." If she is aware of who or what Amaterasu is, she makes no signs of it. "May I persume, Mr. Saki, that your teacher didn't have to protect you from prosecution unwarranted by any who knows your true nature? I can tell you are a gifted practitioner, but even so, I would wager you were not prejudiced against as Samurais in their final days..." she makes a point. Samurais were untouchables at one point in time, and undesireables in another. Andrea, by virtue of being a mutant, is an undesireable in many places. "It is for my students to decide if I am an oppressive teacher or not, you are free to ask them, it is not your opinion that matters."

She levels her gaze for a moment with Saki, and he may or may not note a brief flicker of flame where her pupils should be. There and gone in microseconds. "I do not take kindly to any who would manipulate my students, or attack my students, you could relate to Mr. Pierce on that."

Rage has posed:
-Technically Tyler attacked him. Dumb boy.- Andrea thinks to herself as she listens to the back and forth between them. She bites on her bottom lip again. "You also broke into my room and left me that bowl. I took it as a warning that if I'm not compliant, you cna get to me any time you wanted." She says softly. "I don't feel that you want my blood for anything good. You asked me to join you under false pretenses, you then asked for my blood in exchange for the tapes. I don't trust that you're a man who can let something go. And I also saw what happened to my friend when he returned. He was beat so badly that he lied to me and said he fell off his bike going over a hundred miles an hour. I don't condone his behavior though in the least .. as a head's up." She stubs her foot again. "I just want this to be over. Between us."

Shredder has posed:
    Saki carefully watches Jean's eyes. Hmm. "You may be surprised," he answers, and delves no deeper. Of course, the memories she could find to connect to his statement show very much exactly that. He was struck down, then reincarnated as his slayer's son, then betrayed by his father because he was in fact the reincarnation of his previous life. All these memories though, are in fact from ancient Japan, he must be very very old.
    "You are a foolish child," Saki says to Andrea, a little more bluntly than his previous cordiality. "I do not respond to adolescent prods or clamors for self importance. Very well, you shall not have my aid. My offer is withdrawn. I am unconcerned with any friends of yours who are untrustworthy, you make your own decision on who you trust, and your judgment is upon your own shoulders. If you are done wasting my time..." he asks, arching one brow.

Phoenix has posed:
"I have no doubt, Mr. Saki, that were it ever to come to blows, you could easily best me and most of my students in hand to hand combat." Jean does give a quick look at the weapons set on racks against the walls of the room. "But I assure you...should you ever care to find," the weapons all lift it once, before being set back down on their racks, "you shall find there is more to me than just words." She reaches to squeeze Andrea's shoulder, "I think we should be leaving now," she looks one more time to Saki and concludes, "stay out of my students path, and they shall stay out of yours. Get in their path, and our next meeting will not be so cordial." Interesting, thus far neither has chosen to act, but it seems both Grey and Saki have a fine understanding that there's far more than meets the eye in this very room.

Rage has posed:
Shrugging her shoulders upwards to Saki, Andrea turns and follows after Jean. -She is sooooo badass.- She rubs at the corner of her eye with her knuckles, gliding her hands back into her pockets.