Post by seasons on Mar 9, 2010 17:06:38 GMT -5
Here's what I'd written up for the Shredder. This way I can end up going either way.
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"What is taking those imbeciles so long?" Oroku Saki muttered angrily. He halted his pacing and leaned over the large table that was the room's only true piece of furnishing. Upon it lay detailed maps of Manhattan Island's streets and buildings, including satellite imagings. Artfully carved Go pieces were scattered across its surface, appearing to demark positions and movements. To the side lay the remaining pieces in their delicately painted box.
As his keen ears caught the sounds of movement outside the room, Saki straightened, briefly adjusting his robes. Having recently come from a meeting with visitors from his native Japan, he wore the black hakama and kimono beneath the sleeveless silver kataginu appropriate of his position as a master of the martial arts. Though unarmed visibly, the aura of invincibility he exuded was enough to easily intimidate those businessmen. Now, at least, he was dealing with those already fearful of him.
"Enter!" he commanded harshly at the rap of a hand on his door. Four of his Foot Ninja rapidly filed in and kneeled before the table, right knees and fists on the floor. Saki commanded them to remove their wraps and focused his attention on the one bearing the red bands of higher station. "Ah, Daniels. Am I to understand the dock shipment is secure then? At last?" The man addressed hesitated a moment at the threat in Saki's voice, keeping his head down as he answered.
"Yes, my Master."
"And the delay?"
"As you suspected, Master, the mob attempted to get in. However, their numbers were more than originally expected." He glanced up slowly, then rapidly edited himself. "By which I mean, we did not take your information with more---" Saki cut him off with a sharp motion of the hand.
"Spare me, Daniels. You gained your position for your leadership potential and loyalty, not because you were blind. Obviously the information we received was false or unexpectedly changed. This is a matter for others to worry about." As he spoke, the master carefully picked up the white Go pieces around the dock from the map, storing them in their box.
"Thank you, Master."
"That said...*you* will now *personally* oversee the movement of the warehouse's stock." His brown eyes bored into Daniels. "No matter how long it takes. And I will hold you responsible for any losses. *That* is the punishment for your lack of communication." The chastised man dropped to both knees, put his hands on the floor before him, and bowed his head to his hands.
"Yes Master Shredder!" Saki waved a negligent hand.
"Go. Now." Outwardly annoyed, Saki was actually quite pleased. Despite the misinformation, the Foot Clan had still prevailed. He would have to make sure there was no traitor in his informants, but he knew how to root out traitors. His lips curled into a cold smirk as he eyed the map.
A frown soon replaced his expression as his eyes fell upon a series of rooftops. Memories arose unbidden in his mind of a night not long past.
The rain had been falling in lukewarm torrents as he led a small contingent of Foot to deal with these...*creatures* that had dared to interupt his clan's work. His runner had found the four and allowed them to chase him onto the roof of a wide building, where the Shredder and his ninja awaited.
"Join me! Or die!" he had warned them. Outnumbered and surrounded, he had expected them to give up. Yet they refused, and he gave the order to attack. The battle was fierce...and quick. The Shredder was enraged to watch his Foot bested...by four freaks! So he decided it was time for him to insert himself into the fray.
He caught them by surprise, picking and choosing who to attack while those of his Foot able to return to the fight did so. For a time they regained the upper hand. But he did not take into account their resilience, when the one with the red attacked him from behind when he was supposed to be out for the count. This served to embolden the four, who forced him...him! To give ground.
The sirens broke up the fight before it could progress to its unforeseeable conclusion. A nosey neighbor spotting the scuffle, he suspected now. They had all be forced to a draw, retreating for the time being. But he had not forgotten.
His fist slammed onto the table, sending Go pieces flying.
"I will DESTROY them!"
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"What is taking those imbeciles so long?" Oroku Saki muttered angrily. He halted his pacing and leaned over the large table that was the room's only true piece of furnishing. Upon it lay detailed maps of Manhattan Island's streets and buildings, including satellite imagings. Artfully carved Go pieces were scattered across its surface, appearing to demark positions and movements. To the side lay the remaining pieces in their delicately painted box.
As his keen ears caught the sounds of movement outside the room, Saki straightened, briefly adjusting his robes. Having recently come from a meeting with visitors from his native Japan, he wore the black hakama and kimono beneath the sleeveless silver kataginu appropriate of his position as a master of the martial arts. Though unarmed visibly, the aura of invincibility he exuded was enough to easily intimidate those businessmen. Now, at least, he was dealing with those already fearful of him.
"Enter!" he commanded harshly at the rap of a hand on his door. Four of his Foot Ninja rapidly filed in and kneeled before the table, right knees and fists on the floor. Saki commanded them to remove their wraps and focused his attention on the one bearing the red bands of higher station. "Ah, Daniels. Am I to understand the dock shipment is secure then? At last?" The man addressed hesitated a moment at the threat in Saki's voice, keeping his head down as he answered.
"Yes, my Master."
"And the delay?"
"As you suspected, Master, the mob attempted to get in. However, their numbers were more than originally expected." He glanced up slowly, then rapidly edited himself. "By which I mean, we did not take your information with more---" Saki cut him off with a sharp motion of the hand.
"Spare me, Daniels. You gained your position for your leadership potential and loyalty, not because you were blind. Obviously the information we received was false or unexpectedly changed. This is a matter for others to worry about." As he spoke, the master carefully picked up the white Go pieces around the dock from the map, storing them in their box.
"Thank you, Master."
"That said...*you* will now *personally* oversee the movement of the warehouse's stock." His brown eyes bored into Daniels. "No matter how long it takes. And I will hold you responsible for any losses. *That* is the punishment for your lack of communication." The chastised man dropped to both knees, put his hands on the floor before him, and bowed his head to his hands.
"Yes Master Shredder!" Saki waved a negligent hand.
"Go. Now." Outwardly annoyed, Saki was actually quite pleased. Despite the misinformation, the Foot Clan had still prevailed. He would have to make sure there was no traitor in his informants, but he knew how to root out traitors. His lips curled into a cold smirk as he eyed the map.
A frown soon replaced his expression as his eyes fell upon a series of rooftops. Memories arose unbidden in his mind of a night not long past.
The rain had been falling in lukewarm torrents as he led a small contingent of Foot to deal with these...*creatures* that had dared to interupt his clan's work. His runner had found the four and allowed them to chase him onto the roof of a wide building, where the Shredder and his ninja awaited.
"Join me! Or die!" he had warned them. Outnumbered and surrounded, he had expected them to give up. Yet they refused, and he gave the order to attack. The battle was fierce...and quick. The Shredder was enraged to watch his Foot bested...by four freaks! So he decided it was time for him to insert himself into the fray.
He caught them by surprise, picking and choosing who to attack while those of his Foot able to return to the fight did so. For a time they regained the upper hand. But he did not take into account their resilience, when the one with the red attacked him from behind when he was supposed to be out for the count. This served to embolden the four, who forced him...him! To give ground.
The sirens broke up the fight before it could progress to its unforeseeable conclusion. A nosey neighbor spotting the scuffle, he suspected now. They had all be forced to a draw, retreating for the time being. But he had not forgotten.
His fist slammed onto the table, sending Go pieces flying.
"I will DESTROY them!"