PATH OF THE NINJA: ONE YEAR LATER

[Jade Green]

Originally Posted by Jade Green

She stopped at the street corner, leaned against the post and wondered what exactly she would do today.

Miranda, who also went by Randi, had found that she had quite the mind for business and economics. Starting a couple years back, she started doing a bit of stock traiding and got a little lucky. After a while, she bought an annonimous partenership in a small record business for hip-hop and R&B called 'Azrael Records'. When that grew in size, she bought titles to a few other companies and began to work on raising their profet too. She had been quite busy.

But life could get pretty boring sometiems for her. She had handed over most of her ownership duties to her 'assistants', leaving her to do the most important, (and sometimes, dumbest), work of all; and since she the type of person who - no matter what she did - could only sleep four to six hours every night, she did most of her work late in the evening or early in the morning thus leaving her most of her day free.

Right now, she wasn't bored. It had been a while since she had simply walked the streets of downtown Manhattan and it was fun just to quietly walk along and listen to random pieces of conversations and thoughts while casually window shopping. It gave her time to think about her 'business morning' or her upcoming 'business night'.

She stopped infront of a decore store, looking at the leapard print designs they had on sale.

[Mars-Chan]

((OOC: You know, I may just take myself out. Haven't decided yet....))

[Jade Green]

((Hey guys, don't be so bitter about this, okay? I mean, Kenai and mars- your stories contradict each other. How can you both know the turtles and NOT know each other in the first place? Heretic based this rpg off of the new comic series and only that. None of us with fanons can 'claim' to know any of them because none of our fanons are IN the comic series!
Now, Silver knows Leo, right? But they have a story behind how that happened: They met at the airport and Leo agreed to show him where Hamato No Budo was. That happened with in the next year and since she controls both characters, she didn't need to talk it over with anyone.
Now, if I had controlled Leo, she'd have to ask ME about that... but I would have more than likely said yes because it was a logical story.
As for Donatello, as you will find out later, does not know but is connected to Randi through his job...

*sigh*

Here's my thing: Are your characters' hisotries SO set in stone that you can't try them out in a senario where they DIDN'T know the turtles? Is that so hard to do? C'mon, yer writers, right? USE YOUR ABILITIES AND THINK UP A HISTORY FOR THEM NOT DEALING WITH THE TURTLES THEMSELVES!))

[Hannah]

((Aye, I did. Lookie at the postie.))

[Mars-Chan]

((OOC: The only reason why I said that is because I'm keeping my eye on other rp's and this one will probably take the cake since I haven't done a Mirage thing before. So sorry to upset anyone. And now...I take my leave.... *bows and leaves*))

[Jade Green]

Hey, I don't know all that much about Mirage comics, and I still role play them...

[Hannah]

((Mars! Don't leave! You can still RP, I don't know much about those comics. I never even read one, but I have the basics down. Come on, don't leave!))

[Jade Green]

Originally Posted by kenai

((Mars! Don't leave! You can still RP, I don't know much about those comics. I never even read one, but I have the basics down. Come on, don't leave!))

Ya, just 'cause ya can't be the guy's sister doesn't mean you can't be Kenai's or something.

[Mars-Chan]

((OOC: Well...I guess I could TRY and be Kenai's sis...I'm sure she'd love that... Okily-dokily...I'm back in. Just...ignore the last post I made....just someone give me a place to leap in and I will. ))

[mod edit by Machi: taken care of... ]

[Lady Estel]

(((I don't own any of their comics mars so in one way im kinda confused on how Leo was in. Anyways I was thinking about this and its sumfin ta do wid silver and leo before dey met, someone who went to Japan to kill Leo and was in Silvers life, a scientist who has a grudg on da guys perhaps?)))

[Lynxie]

((OOC:Sorry I haven't been around for the past week. if I type in anything terribly contradictory to the story, tell me. I've got a social exam in 2 hours so part of my mind is doing review and a bit of catch up ))

Some people have all the luck. However Cynthia isn't one of those people. After her flight into New York was cancelled due to certain racist bastards trying some new trick to smuggle weapons into the US to wreak havok. She over heard that the machine guns were probably from Cuba, which doesn't suprise her. She finally gets to leave and then has to report a pipe bomb in the Toyota Celica she is currently driving. She would take have taken Public transport but, the tech behind the cars are still unknown to her, and the Utom's taxi's aren't as accesible here. Of course when she got near New York she had to leave her reliable little car on the outskirts and catch a Utom taxi.

She had checked ahead and gotten herself a small apartment in a respectable area, she coulden't afford upscale right now, but it was in a comunity that too diverse for gangs to work effectivly, so she new she was safe. She would have brought her little sisters with her, but neither wanted to leave their friends. Cynthia was efficient, and now she is currently looking through the classifieds for jobs. She knew that her previous career is still unfesable, but interplanetary immagrations looked like a booming buisness.

[heretic888]

((Woot!! Glad that's all settled now.

Happy RPing everyone!! ))[/quote]

[Jade Green]

Originally Posted by Lynxie

She had checked ahead and gotten herself a small apartment in a respectable area, she coulden't afford upscale right now, but it was in a comunity that too diverse for gangs to work effectivly, so she new she was safe. She would have brought her little sisters with her, but neither wanted to leave their friends. Cynthia was efficient, and now she is currently looking through the classifieds for jobs. She knew that her previous career is still unfesable, but interplanetary immagrations looked like a booming buisness.

((what was her previous career?))

Interplanetary immigrations was indeed a booming business; and because of the many new residents, other businesses were growing too. There was a saying that said, 'For every dollar put into space, seven dollars worth of technology comes back'.

What the quote meant was that for every dollar spent on space exploration, seven dollars worth of technology would be developed, (on Earth), for everyday use; and this fact held true for several years - and then the first wave if visitors came to Earth.

It was because of these visitors, the Ultroms and etc... that the quote took on a whole new meaning; well, at least it did for 'Mouki-technologies'. The business seemed to be feeding indirectly off of the incoming interplanetary technologies, getting new ideas for gadgets and learning new ways of improving old technology as well.

Even though Donatello had been working for 'Mouki-technologies' for six months, he still found the name to be kind of funny. 'Mouki', last he checked, meant 'blind turtle'; so essentially, the translated name of the company was 'Blind Turtle technologies'. He had decided to keep this little fact to himself, because he wasn't sure how his peers would react. Donatello Hamato was indeed a turtle and he loved technology... but he was most assuredly not blind. He knew that there were several people in the company that felt oddly... threatened by him.

Perhaps it was the controversy behind his being hired; before he came, it was the supervisor of each department who did the main hiring. Despite the new laws, some of them were still against hiring outside of their own species and so, when he came to put his resume into the research department and - much to his dismay - it had been promptly declined, (they didn't even look at his resume)!

But luck, it seemed, was on his side. As he was walking out of the department, a woman with short reddish brown hair was walking in. They had collided and papers had gone flying; it wasn't until Donatello got home that he realized that he had grabbed some of the woman's papers rather than his resume and then heard the message on his answering machine.

The woman, Jade McGreen, (ooc: lol, play on names, no?), had realized the problem far quicker than he had and figured out what had happened during Don's visit. Astonished by his credibility and the supervisor's refusal to hire him, Jade had gone straight to the company’s owner: A woman by the name of Miranda Tezlof.

The next thing Donatello knew, the supervisor that had refused him had been fired and he... hired in his place. A month later, a new department was created for the sole purpose of hiring and placing new employees with in the company thus taking the hiring ability out of the supervisors hand. Even now, five months later, the other supervisors still held a grudge against him for taking away one of their supposed 'rights'.

But Donatello didn't mind much that he had been virtually ostracized by his peers, those who worked under him thought him to be a Godsend to their department and as far as Donatello could see, there was no chance of him loosing his job any time soon. The owner herself had after all, hired him herself; however, oddly enough, Donatello had never seen nor spoken to the woman in question. In fact, no one in his department or the neighboring departments had. It seemed as if Jade, (whom it turned out was Ms. Tezlof’s personal assistant), and the head of the company, Mischev Bent, had ever spoken to her… and Don wasn’t even sure that Mr. Bent had even seen the woman himself… not that it was any of his business.

But now Donatello waved cheerily as the last worker left and locked the door to the offices. It was 6:45 p.m. and frankly, Donatello was starving. As started down the sidewalk, he began to mull through his mind on what he would have for dinner that night. It had been a while since he had been able to do anything with any of his brothers, but Michelangelo had his dojo among other things to worry about, Leonardo – last he checked – was out of town, and who knew what Raphael was up to.

He heaved a deep sigh, had they really grown that distant from each other?

[heretic888]

Class had ended early for Hamato no Budo that night. Michelangelo's lessons were short and to the point. Besides, he wanted to do a little "prowling" tonight.

At one point, Michelangelo was explaining the concept of utilizing the power of intention for effectiveness in combat, and constantly referred to the concept of 'ki'. One of his students, a bright young xenoform, who also happened to be a talented psionic, interjected.

"Mike-sensei, isn't this 'ki' and 'intent' really just another word for 'psi'??"

"No. Its not."

"What do you mean??"

"Psi is merely mental energy, Sara. You could think of it as a sort of intensified form of energy that the ego creates to affect the world outside of it. Ki, however, transcends the ego-mind. It unifies body, mind, and spirit together. Its everywhere and in everything..."

"But, sensei," the student interrupted, "isn't that just philosophical semantics?? I mean, in application, wouldn't ki and psi be the same thing??"

Mike smiled and looked at his student. She was an excellent martial artist, but sometimes did too much damn thinking. "Psi bends spoons, Sara. Ki is about attuning with the power of Nature. Here. Let me demonstrate."

Michelangelo walked to the center of the dojo and sat down in a simple fudoza no kamae, his knees tucked underneath his haunches. He smiled at Sara, and pointed to collection of bokken (wooden training swords) hanging across the left wall. "You may use your telekinesis to attack me with the bokken whenever you are ready."

Sara's eyes widened in a look of pure shock, but Mike's calm demeanor convinced her it would be alright to proceed. He nodded casually.

The entire class knew Sara was a TK, but she had rarely used her powers in action. Mike advised her against using her powers during training, as they would dilute the taijutsu lessons he was trying to teach. Now, he was asking her to use her powers wantonly to attack him. Oh well, here goes...

The first bokken raised up in the air and flew right at Michelangelo's head. It whizzed on by, missing him by no more than an inch or two. Mike remained motionless, sitting on the floor.

"I guess your aim's a little off, Sara. Try again." He smiled.

She did. With bokken two. Three. Four. Five. All of them missed.

"You may attempt a closer range if you wish." He commented.

She walked up to the wall and picked up the last bokken. She then walked right behind Mike, no more than ten feet away. She let the bokken dropped, and it hovered in mid-air. Suddenly, the wooden weapon flew right toward Mike's head in a perfectly straight line. There was no way it could miss, and Mike was not moving.

The sword crashed into the wall in front of Mike with a loud thud. Sara looked at her teacher in absolute shock. She had missed. Again.

"Wh-what was that??" She stuttered. The rest of the class was in awe, as well.

"That was ki." Mike chuckled. "And 30 years of training."

"Bu-but, I don't understand. I couldn't even hit you once!!" She protested. "I didn't even feel any resistance against the bokken, its like they were--"

"You didn't expect me to bat them away with my mind did you??" Mike laughed. "I'm not a psionic, Sara, I don't have telekinesis. You know that."

"Then, how did--"

"You missed your target because your target was not there. We don't call this the art of invisibility for nothing, chica."

"So.... you made an illusion of yourself then?? You tricked me into aiming at something that wasn't there??"

Mike sighed. "No. When you have perfectly attuned yourself with Nature, then you will become 'zero'. There is no longer any distinction between yourself, your surroundings, and your opponent. That is the true nature of ki. It is the power of the Universe itself."

"So--"

"So, then, if I am no longer separate from yourself... how could you possibly hope to defeat me??" Mike smiled knowingly.

"I don't understand."

Mike stood up and patted his student on the shoulder. "Don't worry, kiddo. Just keep at it, and you will. Eventually. Its all in the taijutsu, not in bending spoons."

Sara laughed, and assumed her position at the rear wall of the dojo.

"That's it for tonight, guys. I hope this has all been... enlightening." The class bowed out to their sensei and were on their way.

Alright, Mike thought to himself. It's time to do a little prowling...

In a silent green blur, he had disappeared from the empty room.

[Hannah]

((Wow. Do you study martial arts, or did you make that up? ))

[heretic888]

((a little bit of the former and a little bit of the latter ))

[Jade Green]

((just a reminder, Randi ain't no level one as it were... 22 years of psi training and self defense too. ^.^ sure, she can't defeat Mike, but she does understand the basics of 'Ki'... and can still do MAJOR damage.))

Randi shoved her hands into the pockets of her coat as she continued down the sidewalk. She stopped, looking across the street where about 12 people were filing out of a small shop-like building. "Hrm..." she hummed. The 12 were stronger than the average person energy wise and... one of them even had a relatively high psi energy - no where near herself, of course. There was one more presence still inside the shop that was far stronger than the rest.

But she only was able to pinpoint the energy for a moment before it was gone. "Eh?" Curious, she walked across the nightly street and looked up at the sign. "Hamato no Budo?" Odd. Randi wasn't fluent in Japanese, but she knew enough to translate simple things like this. It was a Dojo for Bushido or something of the sort. It was the 'Hamato' that had her a bit confused. It was familiar...

Jade McGreen nearly jumped as she heared the familiar ring tone on her cell phone and quickly answered, "Aye, Missy Tezlof?"

"Heh, hey Jade, just gotta question." Randi smirked, looking up to the sign.

"I'll answer it to the best o' me ability."

"Well, I was walking down the street when I saw this Familiar name - but I can't place it: Hamato."

"Hamato? Hamato... Oh! That be tha Sur name o' the supervisor over in expiramental technology in Mouki." Jade replied.

"Oh? Oh, ya... ya..." Randi replied, "Alright, thanks for the extra memory cells, talk to ya later. Ciao."

Jade sighed, putting away the phone. Randi could be odd at times.

Randi put up her own cell phone, looking up at the sign again. Well, that strong power she felt certainly wasn't human... Humans had a specific psi-type signature and this one was... more like her own.

"Hrm, it looks like Mr. Hamato has siblings."

[heretic888]

((just a reminder, Randi ain't no level one as it were... 22 years of psi training and self defense too. ^.^ sure, she can't defeat Mike, but she does understand the basics of 'Ki'... and can still do MAJOR damage.))

((*chuckles* I never claimed otherwise. I wasn't trying to portray the little scene with Sara as if Mike were the "Anti-TK Turtle" or anything like that. He was just proving a point to his student [that 'ki' and 'psi' are very different], and spouting a little "ninjer spirituality", too.

I'll post a bit more later.))

[Jade Green]

((No! Grrr! post now dammi! >.<;; I'm bored outta my mind here...))

[Lady Estel]

((sorry ive been gone long! Remind me, who is there?)))