<div class="floatleft">(http://media.graphis.com/uploads/cfe/entry/ab5a6d12-08a3-4334-8b1f-d3d2542aa305/120116_LATIMES_LUCY-Liu164.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Choko Hideki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Los Angeles<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Eh, it's morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>No one's it<br/><hr/><br/>Don't even ask her how it happened, but Choko had recently developed an enjoyment for heavy metal. In its own way, she found it somewhat uplifting, especially some of the works of Iron Maiden...in fact, right now she was listening to Wasted Years and embarrassingly enough singing along as she was stuck in LA Morning Traffic<sup>TM</sup>.<em>"Sooooooooo! Understaaaaaaaand! Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years!"</em>At least the windows were rolled up.<br/><br/>Her life had continued mostly as normal since her meeting with the woman who was her actual mother. In a way, it was still difficult to believe that not all were all myths true (to some degree), and she was the daughter of one, AND she had been saved from a cultist who served a being that was effectively her grandparent by another child of myth...when you put it all like that it seemed like a bad movie. Or a really good one. She had never been good at predicting what movies would be good and what would suck. Amaterasu had told her that the grandparents had busted free of their prison and were reasonably upset about that, seeking to put the Gods in their place-which was the grave, apparently.<br/><br/>Choko was not much of a fighter, even though she had practiced a little with the katana her mother had given her. Or at least, she had never been in a real fight. And aside from the one that had saved her, she had yet to meet another Scion...and she had made little effort to put herself out there. The group that tried to off her was still out there, after all. And since the attacker had been shot and killed, he wasn't talking. Still, "Fate" apparently arranged events, and she felt it wouldn't be long until someone like her met up with her.<br/><br/>After several long minutes made infinitely shorter with good music (thank the Gods for Pandora, a most ironically named music service if there ever was one), she was in her office waiting for her appointments for the day. Happily, there weren't many and they were all in the morning, allowing her to skip out if she needed to. Appointments were scheduled many weeks in advance, so she wasn't going to be able to take on extras even if she wanted to.