<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BambooForest_zps74d35316.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shizuru<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Demon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Japan, then DCE Headquarters<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/><strong>-Somewhere in Japan</strong><br/><strong>-Three days ago</strong><br/><br/>Mr. Doe and Mr. Itoi struggled along the path, sweating and cursing, each in their own native languages. Mr. Doe did not speak Japanese, except for how to ask for the bathroom. It was the one phrase he'd managed to memorize in the handbook he'd bought at the airport. Mr. Itoi was here to do all the translating. He was just the muscle. Or so they'd told him. Based on what he and his partner had read out of the dossier, he was fairly certain it would take the National Guard to stop this demoness if she'd decided to go on a rampage. So why just him and the skinny Japanese agent to his left? The agency didn't consider this demon to be much of a risk. She apparently wasn't one for violence for the sake of violence. Were that the case, Japan probably would've been set ablaze centuries ago.<br/><br/>"For the love of God..." Mr. Doe broke his train of thought as it dawned on him just how long they'd been walking, "...when the sign said 'out for a walk' I didn't think she meant UP A MOUNTAIN!"<br/><br/>The shout caused birds to scatter and his words to echo down the steep hillside. He ran his hands through his sweaty blonde hair and peered sidelong at his stoic partner, who was apparently trying to hold back laughter. Raymond nodded his head, a frown on his face, "Laugh it up, Shige, I'm makin' you carry me back down." The two agents stood there for a moment, attempting to catch their breath. It was in this moment that Itoi noticed something, or, more accurately, the absence of anything. Total silence. Doe straightened up and looked around for a moment, unnerved by the unnatural quiet that had fallen over the bamboo forest. A voice snapped the sudden silence, feminine and coming from right behind them.<br/><br/><strong>"Anata wa nani o shitaidesu ka? Naze anata wa watashi ni shitagatte kita?"</strong><br/><br/>Both agents whirled around to face her, eyes wide with surprise. Shizuru was a tall, imposing woman, with firey hair and the aura of a predator. Someone who knew how to hurt people and was not afraid to use violence if necessary. The type of person that radiated confidence, strength, and boldness. Standing before her there made the agents momentarily feel like they'd violated some kind of taboo, like they were in her domain and the should leave straight away. The two agents steeled themselves and Mr. Doe glanced sidelong at Mr. Itoi again, "What did she say?"<br/><br/>"She wants to know what we're doing here," he responded to Raymond before working on an introduction, "Wareware wa, DCE karadesu. Watashitachi wa anata no teian shi ni kimashita." As Shigesato spoke, Mr. Doe looked at the demon more carefully. No horns or wings or anything like that. At least not at the moment. Perhaps she could make them disappear at will? It would certainly explain how she's managed to blend in. She was dressed in an odd manner. Slightly formal, slightly punk. Tall motorcycle boots, leather pants, chains, and yet; a dress shirt and tie. All black, of course, except for the chains which were gleaming silver. She didn't look out of breath in the least.<br/><br/>"Ask her why the fuck she classifies 'a walk' as a hundred mile goddamn hike up a mountain," grumbled Mr. Doe, reaching inside of his jacket pocket for the envelope.<br/><br/><strong>"Anata no pātonā wa bakadesu."</strong>said Shizuru. Doe eyed Itoi, "What did she say?" Itoi grinned a tad and waved dismissively, "She said we are having lovely weather," chuckled the Japanese agent. He took the envelope from Raymond and passed it to the demoness, who opened it and began reading. Doe sighed and looked at his partner, "Tell her that we know she probably doesn't care about the fate of our country, but if left unattended the problem could become global. Also mention that we might have some very challenging opponents for her to fight. We know it's been ages since she's had a good fight."<br/><br/>Itoi relayed the message while Shizuru read. After a moment, the demon tore up the envelope and let it flutter to the ground. She slid her hands into her pockets and turned her back on the duo, apparently about to head back the way she came. The action set Mr. Doe off. After all that time spent tracking the demon to some bumblefuck town in the middle of Nowhere, Japan! After seeing that damn note on her establishment, 'Out For A Walk, Back Later'! After hiking all this way! He sneered and pointed, "You useless bitch! I wish you could understand English so I could tell you how much I hate you! I had to hike all this fucking way for your useless ass! All this way while your damn brethren are going to tear apart the world! I should've stayed in the USA, fighting!"<br/><br/>Shizuru paused. She lifted her head.<br/><br/><strong>"I never said I wouldn't do it," after a moment, "In the future, show a little more respect. Rikai dekimasu ka?"</strong>The demoness started off down the trail. Behind her, Itoi looked over at Doe and remarked, "Is it a good idea to be in debt to a demon like this?" Doe frowned, "Hell no."<br/><br/><strong>-Los Angeles, California<br/>-Now</strong><br/><br/>Shizuru slipped on her shades as she entered the break room where the others were gathered, apparently waiting for something to begin. She had her doubts about this entire trip, but it was the only promise of a good battle she'd had in a hundred years. Most of her days were currently spent walking through the woods, training, or tending to her quiet little bar in Japan. Not the most exciting life. She loved solitude and quiet, but she also enjoyed violence and excitement. A glut of one of the two was always a bad thing, and these days it was just too damn quiet.<br/><br/>The demoness strode in mid-conversation. Something about Leprechauns, apparently. She ignored the chatter for a moment and looked with some distaste upon the snacks and beverages that had been laid out for them. Not really her speed. Instead, she settled herself in a chair away from the group of men and crossed one long leg over the other. Producing a thin silver flask from seemingly thin air, she unscrewed the top and took a slow drink from it. This was certainly going to be interesting.