"I have given it much thought. It seems disaster must come at best only postponed. Shaolin Kung-Fu to survive must now be taught to more young men. We must expand get more pupils so that the knowledge will spread."- Death Chambers
She had her hand crossed over her breast, watching as the Cardinal grunts constructed what would be known as Mirage Island. “Twenty feet high, over seven miles long” she whispered almost impressed. “Good ting, you have all dees people to work for you ay?” Escobar said, walking from behind her cane in hand.
“Makes me almost think you guys want me here” Z responded, not taking her eyes off the frigate for a moment. “Sabes que, We want you chica; you are by far thee greatest ting this organization has invested in” wrapping his wrinkled index and middle fingers around his authentic Cuban cigar. “Thee Lioness has been reunited with her cub and all is right in thee jungle no?” he said, again reffering to Z’s position as the Black Cardinal of the Cult of Cardinals.
Escobar was one of Z’s biggest supporters while she was the Queen of Utopia, he was essentially the reason she was taken into the Red Cardinals; as the Black Cardinal. He dealt with Gwen when she first came in and knew Z had the same mindset; the Cardinals feared Z’s ambition would turn her traitorous but Escobar put his neck on the line for her.
Her tough exterior shattered in that moment, slowly glancing over her shoulders; she intimately locked eyes with Escobar. “Ar-are you proud of me?” she asked; slowly stroking her jet black hair. “I always am” he said, giving her a full smile.
This in turn put a smile on her face; she took him by the hands and led him off to her bedroom. They’re platonic relationship had ceased, and the two became more intimate on a level she never saw.
Those his outward appearance was that of an old man, what attracted her towards him was his ability to speak right to her soul. There session went on for a few minutes, ending when Z rose to straighten her hair.
“Why do you use that body as a vessel?” she asked, turning on her side to greet the old man. “Because mija, I can be at my most sadistic” he responded slowly sliding his wrinkled hand down the side of her face. “You want new body, fine I get new body for you” he said, resting his hands on his liver spotted chest.
“No, you don’t have to I was just curious…” closing her eyes, she saw the Fox demon mask peering back at her; though the mask can conjure illusions she was pretty sure this was her own doing. “What does a man have to do, to make tu his wife?” The old man asked gingerly.
“I’m not the wife type Escobar, you know that; I love you as long as I’m f@#cking you, the moment I take your last name is the moment I bite your head off; you know Praying Mantis style”. The fact that he was laying before her expressing his feelings almost made her cringe, “Listen, we have a good thing going…you don’t want to end that” she said, disappearing behind a see through curtain.
“Right…” she heard him gasp, lighting his cigarette.
The water nullified her durability, still enjoyed feeling it; as much as she had lately. Missions and assignments kept her away from Tibet for extended periods of time; the little things that were making her human became her only peace.
“We have another mission…” she heard Escobar say from the bed; “Where am I going?” she asked, slowly applying a moisturizer to her body. “Washington D.C…take the frigate…” he turned his head to blow the smoke as if he had suddenly lost interest in her.
“Great” she said, with a devious smile removing the mask from the wall; she went into the next room to put on her black and green tunic.
“Everyone…we’re moving out, we’re taking the Frigate too” she said, standing on the front of the massive Cardinal Frigate (Also known as Mirage Island).
“they’ll pick us up!” one of the engineers screamed worried at her decision to fly en route to DC. “Fool, as long as I’m two miles within the vicinity of this ship; it’ll be blessed with my power.
She said, twirling her mask in-between her index and middle finger. The ship shot into the sky; only to appear as a massive moving rain cloud.
“Alright, listen up!” she said, taking command in the ops room. “We’re going to intercept a ship carrying a nuclear warhead, it’s sailing from England, to Florida…so we have a bit of time.” She said, moving her hair from her face.
“We also need to get the unlock key from a high ranking government official in Washington, once we attack this ship; the nations will be en garde, then we go to phase two got it?” hundreds of Red clad Cardinals bowed before her as they were getting ready to fabricate one of the biggest lies in history.
Launch time.
“Master, we’re hovering right above the ship…” Z look through a porthole in the frigate trying to think about what she could do to strike fear in the hearts of the crew. “Got it, listen up everyone but the flight crew….launch” she said. “Game time” she said, placing her legendary mask on her face the moment she did so; the Frigate appeared to be a whole fleet on the water. The airborne Cardinals appeared to be Iberian soldiers landing on the victim vessel.
The colors of the Iberian-Nakamurian alliance had been presented proudly in the Cardinals act of terror. “Wish mommy lucky” she said, giving a wink to one of her underling as she fell backwards off the vessel down to the ship below.
The scene of an all-out Naval War had been proliferated by her mask! The illusions fired as if they were actually trying to sink the vessel. Dark clouds formed over the sea from the plumes of gun powder rising into the air.
She kept her eyes closed the whole way down; eventually landing with perfect poise on a mast. “This is almost ooo easy….” She said, with a smile.
This will be an OPEN rpg; the reason it's in Blog form is so if no one post then I can continue the story myself. No ooc this is both threads.
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