Interlude: Declaration of war
The night had started crawling out of the west and with the sundown the man was about to finish his job. He was a man with many names and even more scars. A warrior who had seen too many battlefields. His green eyes ware dull as seaweed and cold as stone. He took a deep pull out of his pipe, hanging out of his mouth. He wore a broad scarf around his neck, to cover the prominent strangulationmarks from the garotte that had once almost ended his existence. He wore black cottongloves, and was also clad in the blackened uniform of the Earthkingdom army, strawhat and all. He was tall and muscular. Nobody crossed Dead Man Wang Qui, and nobody could tell of a job he had not finished.
So he would do it – tenthousands yuan were quite the money. It must come from somewhere up in the cityhall, who else would dare to bid so much gold for the head of Arja. That bitch after all was the woman of the Lord Yakone, the king of Republics growing underbelly. The house he observed was one of the finest Restaurants of the City. Kuangs Quisine and like every Thursday Yankones bitch would come here to await her husband for dinner. The loud rattling sound of a satomobile was the signal he needed. He snorted in awe. What had the times been back in the war – where the only steamdriven things were the tankes of the firenation. Back in the war a man could have lived a live – with all that belonged to it. Raping, killing and looting, things a man nowadays had little occasions left to. His calloused hand closed around the heavy stoneheaded hammer.
Finally the exiting part would begin. He casually strode in direction of the car, watching the bulky watertribe warrior exiting the satomobile. He opened the door for a woman clad in bright, blue silk, she was a beauty of mixed origins. The porcelaine skin of the firenation mixed with green earthnation eyes and delicate features that could belong into fairytale. Dead Man Wang Qui was unmoved by this sight, the woman obviously flirting with her supervisor. He was ready to strike. He stomped his foot, and with a deafining crack the whole car was speared by a giant stonneedle. His hand flew out of his travelingbag. The green Hammerhead shining in the afternoon sun. He charged The warrior was fast. He pushed the shocked woman in the direction of the hotel. He was too slow, the fists of the assasin clenched as he willed his chi to command the pebbles that shot at the warrior, splintering into many shrapnells. He heard the gurgling sound of a man suffocoating in his own blood.
„Nothing personal buddy." he chuckled as he looked in the pleading eyes of the once strong man. Arja the fair did not look fair anymore, she screamed out of the top of her lungs, her body trembling violently. Shouting was to be heard, he had to be quick. He rose his arms and encaved the poor woman in stone until just her had was sticking out. „P-Plleaassee- ha- have m-mercy." she cried sobbs wracking her body. A almost genuine grin appeared on the mans face as he towered over the defenseless woman. He was hard as a rock, as he rose the hammer and enjoyed a moment of absolute power. With the force of his muscled arm the hammer came down, again and again, disfiguring the once beautiful head into a bloody mass of flesh and bones. With a bloodstained face the man grinned, releasing something that could be called a moan.
He placed the three pai cho tiles carefully, delicately finishing his work. A white lotus, a black tower and the ever burning flame. He went into the middly of the street, from afar hearing the sirens of the police. He got in a horsestands and ripped open the street, causing even more destruction. He looked down into the muddy sewer who contained the filth of a metropolis. And down He jumped, disappearing in the darkness – it would take some years until the Death Man reappeared in Republic City, if he then still was the dead Man.
So, really need some feedback on this. You still consider this stuff K or K+; Really do not want to rate up to M before it is necessary. I plan on carrying the story on with this kind of Interludes, what do you guys think of it? Still wavering about the focus, family affairs or triads - dang that is a harsh one, could need some tips about it.