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.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ Jade waits patiently in the foyer connected to Kitana’s throne room. Aside from her mask, she is not in her usual garb but a long, silk, deep green saree with golden embroidery, a perfect match for the heavy gold accents dangling from her ears and hugging her throat. An immaculate image, a vision of grace and allure.

When the massive double doors pull open and the occupants pour out the chamber and into the hall she waits patiently, eyeing the crowd for one face (or mask) in particular. Once he’s spotted, Jade pushes off the pillar supporting her weight and saunters up to him.

❝ You look exhausted. ❞ A jeweled hand lifts to grip his shoulder. ❝ Must have been an invigorating audience. ❞

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redhandsblackdeeds

Diplomacy isn't all it was cracked up to be. There are days like today - today especially - when Erron would prefer violence over having to hear bureaucrats argue over what they think is the best option for peace. All the chatter sounds like a bunch of hot air only spewed to keep the ship afloat. Yet he sits properly, his hands resting on the table in the final moments before the Kahnum calls forth her final solution and the dye is cast. Most important of all, he can now go home.

Tired bones crack when he rolls his neck. Fast fingers make quick work of the various buckles hiding his thoroughly annoyed features. Lips lick in anticipation knowing they'll be pressed against the end of a cigarette as soon as he's free of the palace, but destiny has other plans in store for him. Placing his wife outside the exit, waiting for him with open arms. An angel clad in green and gold and painkiller like no other. The hand on his shoulder brushes the heaviness of the day away. He takes her hand, kissing her fingers.

"I'm born again when I see you, Angel." Freshly emerged like a newly baptized babe, he pulls her onto his arm. "And what a sight you are, like a new spring flower."

One day he'll dress the part of a diplomat as she does, but right now he's helpless to soak in her light.

"I need to get lost for a little bit, or I fear I may let my true feelin's on issues be known an' I thrust us into another lifelong war."

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@moltobene

"You must be in dire straits if you're askin' for me above all others...given the last time we spoke."

He means that ugly business about kidnapping Cassie and Jacqui some years ago with the Black Dragon for a hand of his own. It wasn't his proudest moment, but at the time he felt it necessary for his own means. He was surprised when Jacqui bothered with him in the aftermath, claiming Erron letting the two of them go (mostly) unscathed was worth some redemption in her eyes. Cassie, however, held onto her own ways of thinking about him, and he wasn't about to try and change her mind, so he shrugs his shoulders when she calls his name and takes another drag of his cigarette. Eyes watching her carefully under the brim of his hat.

"I take it you're here on business." The Blade/Cage women were always about their business in their ever so important Special Forces, but perhaps a surprise visit calls for a surprising answer. "That, or there's somethin' else you came all this way to tell me."

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@frstbiitten

He’s no ninja and certainly no assassin, but Erron Black has his methods of getting where he wants to go in the still hours of night. When the Lin Kuei temple is in fewer numbers, with most students asleep and very few walking the empty halls and frozen courtyards, it’s easy enough passing through the proper channels and slipping through what few cracks lie few and far between the great temple’s walls. There’s plenty of treasure for the taking, if he really desired. Blessed talisman’s and other weapons that could fetch high prices in the right hands, but the bounty hunter is searching for a treasure far greater. Outside the grandmaster’s garden, she sits in meditation. Stoic as ever, hair as white as pure sugar.

He’s also not an _idiot _who goes sneaking up on assassins, so he makes some noise by the entrance gate. Brushing his boots against the gravel, letting the jingle of his spurs give him in his true nature away. Granted, he shouldn’t be making much noise, considering he’s not **supposed **to be here, but he never said he was a genius either.

“Had a feelin’ I’d find you _here _of all places.” He says, like it wasn’t just some lucky guess. He pulls down the handkerchief that covers his face against the cold to give her a smile, as much as it stings. “Came to borrow me some sugar.”

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