A dish, best served cold. [CLOSED]

[gentlecuteside]

Characters: Amamiya Sakurako (gentlecuteside), Kris Loop (ported), and Akiha Tohno (ritsu_kouyou)
Date: Midnight, 2/7
Summary: Amamiya storms the Tohno Manor looking for some payback
Warnings: Yeesh, this one's probably going to get ugly.

Amamiya stood atop one of the trees surrounding the Manor, hand held out in front of her. From her hand sprang a network of cables connected to tiny spy cameras, circling the enormous manor and trying to decide on the best way in. There are so many windows she could use for access, but where would be best...

Withdrawing her Peeping Lovers program back to her hand, she decided on a course of action. She would go in through the front doors. But not without first creating a distraction.

Amamiya dropped to the ground, as though the drop were nothing noteworthy. She found a rock on the ground nearby and hefted it - it was nearly the side of her head and every bit as heavy as that sounded. Giving it a telekinetic boost, she threw it high and fast, so that it shattered a window on the top floor with a clatter that split the night. She gave it a few seconds after that, and then crossed the space between her and the house in a sudden motion, nearly faster than the eye could see, throwing the heavy door open.

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[ritsu_kouyou]

Akiha stood in her entry way, arms crossed, as she waited for the fool to attack. She didn't want to have to do this, but she gave fair warning. If Amamiya pressed this issue and showed, Akiha would deal with her. Kris was aware of the issue as well, and she knew the magician had some potent spells. If only Lambda-11 wasn't out, this would be much easier, for the combat cyborg could end this easily, but she wasn't.

"Tch." The sound of the glass crashing from upstairs made Akiha's brow twitch, but she didn't move to investigate. She knew she was the assailant's target and so Amamiya would come to her. Her eyes flickered once to Kris before the sound of the front door opening drew her sharp gaze back to the front.

For now, her hair remained black and she kept her composure. This girl's foolish crusade for vengeance would not rattle her.