Hey peeps, sorry for the long delay but just that I have been busy with my
new college - so here's an update!
Any questions, or whatever - please ask!
And as you know I don't owe anything Mulan - though im hoping too after
Christmas? Have you guys seen the new Mulan stuff in the Disney shops?
cool!
Changed into her robes and the sword of justice hanging in its scabbard by her side, she called for all the relevant papers related for the trial to be gathered for her. The trial date was set to happen within the next three days and it was a race for Mulan to gather enough evidence to draw this case to a satisfying close.
She frowned when she heard that Li and Bao had paid for a man to represent them in court. She knew then that the evidence against Shang would be corrupted.
She'd arranged a trip to the public house where the scene of consummation occurred and she hurried to get her robe from the room she shared. Upon entering, she smelt alcohol. Rice wine. Looking upon Shang's bed she saw the culprit.
"Ah, the innocent and chaste Mulan." Shang slurred as he giddily got to his feet. "So uncorrupted and pure. Little do they know hmm?"
"Shang you're drunk." She snatched the half empty bottle of wine and slammed it on the table provoking a snicker from Shang who swaggered up to her. "you said I couldn't keep my legs together." He sniggered as he crossed his legs over and topple back onto the bed.
"You bastard." Mulan muttered, she walked over to her chest and pulled out her robe.
"That's right leave me behind, me who so shamed the whole of China with that whore." Shang drunkenly waved his arms around.
"No you're coming." Mulan replied.
"I am?" he looked at her confused. She reached for her sword and pulled it out.
"Oh what a pretty sword, what you going to do? Use it to tie me up and have your way with me?" he cackled, before he could move, she bought the hilt down on his head, knocking him cold out.
The swaying of the carriage bought him conscious again, leaning against the door, he groaned as the pain stabbed him behind his eyes grew stronger.
"Where am I?" he asked, looking blindly at a blur.
The blur grew clear till he could see it was Mulan looking none too happy.
"In a carriage." She replied.
"Wisecrack." He muttered gripping his head. "I'm never touching another drop of that stuff."
"Whatever, I hear it all the time." She crossed her arms and looked out the window.
Leaning out the window, Shang vomited as Mulan winkled her nose and muttered, "Lovely." She silently handed him a water skin which he gulped it down. to his feet.
They enter the cavern which Shang immediately recognised. The bartender looked up upon their arrival.
"How can I help you?" he asked.
"I'm general Fa, bearer of the sword of justice and the emperor's loyal servant. I'm hear to acquire information that would help us."
"Whoa wait! You're an officer whilst I'm redundant?" Shang looked at her in amazement.
"No I'm in charge of the investigation into your case now be quiet." She warned then returned her attention to the bartender.
"What would you like to know?" he asked.
"Do you remember the celebrations of the battle of the marshes?"
"I do, I'm still clearing up from it." The bartender smiled.
"Remember letting a room to a general Li Shang?"
"Li Shang? I've let a lot of my rooms that night, I cant remember what he looked like.
"Him." Mulan jerked a thumb at Shang who rolled his eyes.
"Yes you. Now I remember." The bartender stroked his beard.
"What about a lady called Bao? Zhang Bao?"
"She's a regular here, whenever the troops pass by, she would be here."
"How many cups of wine this officer had?" Mulan asked.
"Only one if I recall but he didn't take it well. He was blind drunk and what was strange was that he came before and had three cups and walked out the door as sober as any man."
"Really? Was Bao sitting with him the whole time?"
"She was, she came over and bought him a cup of our wine."
"Did they leave together to Shang's room?"
"Not that I recall, he went up first. I was busy but I did notice she was gone shortly after my daughter came down from showing Shang his room."
"May I question your daughter later?" Mulan asked.
"You may, she's out with her mother at the moment but be my guests." The bartender smiled.
"Could you show us the room Shang slept in?" Mulan asked once more.
"certainly." The bartender jostled out his ring of keys and looked for the right one, leading them up the stairs, they turned left into a corridor then halted as the bartender opened the door for them.
"Has anyone been in this room since his stay?" Mulan looked around the room.
"No, been quiet ever since."
"Thank you." Mula pressed a gold coin into the man's hands and waited for him to leave them.
"Familiar?" she asked, Shang shook his head. "I cant recall even going up the stairs."
Mulan remained silent as she scanned the room. It was basically furnished, a wooden bed with a wooden stand next to it. A desk and two chairs were arranged neatly in the middle of the floor and a wash stand by the door. Spotting something, she bent down to pick it up. It was a broken glass fragment of what once was a vial.
At that moment the door opened to reveal a young timid looking girl who eyed the strangers curiously.
"I've been sent up by my father, you have some questions to ask me." She enquired.
"That's right, do you do the cleaning here?" Mulan asked, the girl nodded then spotted Shang who was sitting on the bed, miserably stroking his head.
"Ignore him, did you clean up after any broken glass?" Mulan held the fragment up.
The girl stepped closer, "I did, the woman apologised for the mess when she left and I cleared it up."
"Woman? Describe her for me." Shang interrupted.
"Shang, shut up. I'm doing the questioning." Mulan shot Shang a warning look. He frowned and crossed his arms.
"Go on, describe her for me." Mulan re-asked Shang's question.
"She was in a state of half undress when I came in. she had quite long black hair and green eyes. She's a regular here because I recognise her." The girl remembered.
"Was there anything we could identify her with?" Mulan asked desperately.
"There was a tattoo, she had a tattoo of a bird on her inner thigh."
"You sure?" Mulan looked across at Shang who's hang over was long forgotten about.
"Yes, there was no mistake about it." The girl nodded.
"What was the broken object?" Mulan gestured to the glass.
"It was a broken vial, I've seen them before."
"You have? Where?" Mulan asked.
The girl looked nervous as she twitched, unsure whether to tell the strangers.
"I bought some vials from a woman in the market who sells love potions. You see I've been having some trouble with the matchmaker who told me that no man wants a wife from a tavern." The girl looked troubled.
"I understand." Mulan smiled, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tell me, where do I find this woman?" Mulan asked as she headed to the door.
"By the red gate in the market square in town." The girl replied.
"I thank you for your information and I shall organise for you a visit from the palace matchmaker, it seems the local one does you no benefit." Mulan promised, the girl's face beamed at the news and thanked her.
"we're close Shang, I can feel it." Mulan said to him as they headed to their awaiting carriage.
The busy market made their arrival difficult, forcing them to venture in by foot. The colours of fabrics, fruits and spices from far away distracted the two of them as they took in the sights. Steam rose from great vats of food cooked for the hungry shoppers, their aromas making mouths water. The cries of exotic birds on another store, their strange bills and plumes of feathers attracted a crowd. Street entertainers dancers and entertained as great waves of shoppers spilled in from every angle.
"We're never going to find her." Shang moaned as someone stood on his foot.
"Have faith, we're not through yet." Mulan pushed her way towards what she thought she seen was a red gate.
There, the crowd was less packed and they could stand back and look, seeing no woman they gave in.
"No, its impossible to find anyone in this." Shang gestured to the crowd which seemed to get busier by the second.
"There." Mulan excitedly pointed to an ragged woman with a staff selling what looked to be a small glass vial to a young woman.
They started running towards her, who looked up and ran back into the crowd. "She's running away!" Mulan exclaimed, looking for Shang she saw him bolt after the woman. Turning into a quiet alleyway, she found Shang rolling on the floor and the woman cornered.
"Get away!" she shrieked, waving the staff around, Mulan suspected was the weapon resulting Shang in his current position.
Dropping to her knees by Shang's side, she could see he had a bleeding nose and was clutching his privates as he gasped in pain.
"Wait! We need your help!" she called up at the woman who was looking frantically round for an escape.
She stopped when she heard it and turned, "Me? Help?"
"Yes, you have knowledge in something we seek."
"What?" she snapped, clearly agitated.
Handing the piece of glass to her, Mulan informed, "Someone has bought a potion off you and used it in a corrupt way."
The woman eyed the glass for a moment then silently looked at the two. "I'll help you." She said.
There you go guys, hope that fulfils your Mulan appetite! I shall be updating to fight by his sword soon.
Changed into her robes and the sword of justice hanging in its scabbard by her side, she called for all the relevant papers related for the trial to be gathered for her. The trial date was set to happen within the next three days and it was a race for Mulan to gather enough evidence to draw this case to a satisfying close.
She frowned when she heard that Li and Bao had paid for a man to represent them in court. She knew then that the evidence against Shang would be corrupted.
She'd arranged a trip to the public house where the scene of consummation occurred and she hurried to get her robe from the room she shared. Upon entering, she smelt alcohol. Rice wine. Looking upon Shang's bed she saw the culprit.
"Ah, the innocent and chaste Mulan." Shang slurred as he giddily got to his feet. "So uncorrupted and pure. Little do they know hmm?"
"Shang you're drunk." She snatched the half empty bottle of wine and slammed it on the table provoking a snicker from Shang who swaggered up to her. "you said I couldn't keep my legs together." He sniggered as he crossed his legs over and topple back onto the bed.
"You bastard." Mulan muttered, she walked over to her chest and pulled out her robe.
"That's right leave me behind, me who so shamed the whole of China with that whore." Shang drunkenly waved his arms around.
"No you're coming." Mulan replied.
"I am?" he looked at her confused. She reached for her sword and pulled it out.
"Oh what a pretty sword, what you going to do? Use it to tie me up and have your way with me?" he cackled, before he could move, she bought the hilt down on his head, knocking him cold out.
The swaying of the carriage bought him conscious again, leaning against the door, he groaned as the pain stabbed him behind his eyes grew stronger.
"Where am I?" he asked, looking blindly at a blur.
The blur grew clear till he could see it was Mulan looking none too happy.
"In a carriage." She replied.
"Wisecrack." He muttered gripping his head. "I'm never touching another drop of that stuff."
"Whatever, I hear it all the time." She crossed her arms and looked out the window.
Leaning out the window, Shang vomited as Mulan winkled her nose and muttered, "Lovely." She silently handed him a water skin which he gulped it down. to his feet.
They enter the cavern which Shang immediately recognised. The bartender looked up upon their arrival.
"How can I help you?" he asked.
"I'm general Fa, bearer of the sword of justice and the emperor's loyal servant. I'm hear to acquire information that would help us."
"Whoa wait! You're an officer whilst I'm redundant?" Shang looked at her in amazement.
"No I'm in charge of the investigation into your case now be quiet." She warned then returned her attention to the bartender.
"What would you like to know?" he asked.
"Do you remember the celebrations of the battle of the marshes?"
"I do, I'm still clearing up from it." The bartender smiled.
"Remember letting a room to a general Li Shang?"
"Li Shang? I've let a lot of my rooms that night, I cant remember what he looked like.
"Him." Mulan jerked a thumb at Shang who rolled his eyes.
"Yes you. Now I remember." The bartender stroked his beard.
"What about a lady called Bao? Zhang Bao?"
"She's a regular here, whenever the troops pass by, she would be here."
"How many cups of wine this officer had?" Mulan asked.
"Only one if I recall but he didn't take it well. He was blind drunk and what was strange was that he came before and had three cups and walked out the door as sober as any man."
"Really? Was Bao sitting with him the whole time?"
"She was, she came over and bought him a cup of our wine."
"Did they leave together to Shang's room?"
"Not that I recall, he went up first. I was busy but I did notice she was gone shortly after my daughter came down from showing Shang his room."
"May I question your daughter later?" Mulan asked.
"You may, she's out with her mother at the moment but be my guests." The bartender smiled.
"Could you show us the room Shang slept in?" Mulan asked once more.
"certainly." The bartender jostled out his ring of keys and looked for the right one, leading them up the stairs, they turned left into a corridor then halted as the bartender opened the door for them.
"Has anyone been in this room since his stay?" Mulan looked around the room.
"No, been quiet ever since."
"Thank you." Mula pressed a gold coin into the man's hands and waited for him to leave them.
"Familiar?" she asked, Shang shook his head. "I cant recall even going up the stairs."
Mulan remained silent as she scanned the room. It was basically furnished, a wooden bed with a wooden stand next to it. A desk and two chairs were arranged neatly in the middle of the floor and a wash stand by the door. Spotting something, she bent down to pick it up. It was a broken glass fragment of what once was a vial.
At that moment the door opened to reveal a young timid looking girl who eyed the strangers curiously.
"I've been sent up by my father, you have some questions to ask me." She enquired.
"That's right, do you do the cleaning here?" Mulan asked, the girl nodded then spotted Shang who was sitting on the bed, miserably stroking his head.
"Ignore him, did you clean up after any broken glass?" Mulan held the fragment up.
The girl stepped closer, "I did, the woman apologised for the mess when she left and I cleared it up."
"Woman? Describe her for me." Shang interrupted.
"Shang, shut up. I'm doing the questioning." Mulan shot Shang a warning look. He frowned and crossed his arms.
"Go on, describe her for me." Mulan re-asked Shang's question.
"She was in a state of half undress when I came in. she had quite long black hair and green eyes. She's a regular here because I recognise her." The girl remembered.
"Was there anything we could identify her with?" Mulan asked desperately.
"There was a tattoo, she had a tattoo of a bird on her inner thigh."
"You sure?" Mulan looked across at Shang who's hang over was long forgotten about.
"Yes, there was no mistake about it." The girl nodded.
"What was the broken object?" Mulan gestured to the glass.
"It was a broken vial, I've seen them before."
"You have? Where?" Mulan asked.
The girl looked nervous as she twitched, unsure whether to tell the strangers.
"I bought some vials from a woman in the market who sells love potions. You see I've been having some trouble with the matchmaker who told me that no man wants a wife from a tavern." The girl looked troubled.
"I understand." Mulan smiled, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tell me, where do I find this woman?" Mulan asked as she headed to the door.
"By the red gate in the market square in town." The girl replied.
"I thank you for your information and I shall organise for you a visit from the palace matchmaker, it seems the local one does you no benefit." Mulan promised, the girl's face beamed at the news and thanked her.
"we're close Shang, I can feel it." Mulan said to him as they headed to their awaiting carriage.
The busy market made their arrival difficult, forcing them to venture in by foot. The colours of fabrics, fruits and spices from far away distracted the two of them as they took in the sights. Steam rose from great vats of food cooked for the hungry shoppers, their aromas making mouths water. The cries of exotic birds on another store, their strange bills and plumes of feathers attracted a crowd. Street entertainers dancers and entertained as great waves of shoppers spilled in from every angle.
"We're never going to find her." Shang moaned as someone stood on his foot.
"Have faith, we're not through yet." Mulan pushed her way towards what she thought she seen was a red gate.
There, the crowd was less packed and they could stand back and look, seeing no woman they gave in.
"No, its impossible to find anyone in this." Shang gestured to the crowd which seemed to get busier by the second.
"There." Mulan excitedly pointed to an ragged woman with a staff selling what looked to be a small glass vial to a young woman.
They started running towards her, who looked up and ran back into the crowd. "She's running away!" Mulan exclaimed, looking for Shang she saw him bolt after the woman. Turning into a quiet alleyway, she found Shang rolling on the floor and the woman cornered.
"Get away!" she shrieked, waving the staff around, Mulan suspected was the weapon resulting Shang in his current position.
Dropping to her knees by Shang's side, she could see he had a bleeding nose and was clutching his privates as he gasped in pain.
"Wait! We need your help!" she called up at the woman who was looking frantically round for an escape.
She stopped when she heard it and turned, "Me? Help?"
"Yes, you have knowledge in something we seek."
"What?" she snapped, clearly agitated.
Handing the piece of glass to her, Mulan informed, "Someone has bought a potion off you and used it in a corrupt way."
The woman eyed the glass for a moment then silently looked at the two. "I'll help you." She said.
There you go guys, hope that fulfils your Mulan appetite! I shall be updating to fight by his sword soon.