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Nov 14, 2017 23:07:14 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Nov 14, 2017 23:07:14 GMT -5
A little under a mile south of a large rice farm sat a small cottage, where a wooden flute could be heard playing through the heavy rain. Sitting in a little chair in front of the door was a tall, muscular Caucasian man playing the flute. He had pale skin, bright blue eyes, and dark brown hair. He had a beard, aswell. He wore a loose fitting brown shirt and fisherman trousers. Long ago, this young man wandered here on the farm, taken in by the farm's owner. He was confused, but hopeful, and the woman was kind. Over time, he slowly got over the horrible experiments done on him as a child. He wondered how his father was doing, but those thoughts became few and far between until recently.
Farm life was simple for him. He worked to make his way, and cooked dinner for his foster family every Wednesday and Friday. Only two people crossed his mind on a daily basis from his past life, and that was Steve and Katya. In an odd way, Daniel missed them. He hoped they would have escaped and be okay, away from the clutches of the Zaibatsu.
He stopped playing the flute, and stood up. He picked up his chair, and walked into the small cottage. It was one room, with a second level that was more like a shelf for his bed. He didn't mind it, though. It was better than the cold labs. He had an appreciation for his life. He went to the little stove fire, and stirred soup he was making. "It's ready..." He said aloud to himself. Smiling, he poured himself a bowl, and set it on the small table by the couch. He sat down, and picked up a few pieces of paper. One had a photo of his father. Apparently he still worked at the Zaibatsu. He wondered if it was time, if they were still looking for him. Getting this information was risk enough. His father did say to run far away....
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Jan 4, 2018 22:19:40 GMT -5
Post by Lei Wulong on Jan 4, 2018 22:19:40 GMT -5
Fulong had arrived in Tokyo to speak with an old friend of his. He saw the signs, he saw the warning. He feared that it may be too late, but for now, he had to warn as many people he can, including his brother, who was also in Japan. Little Wulong might be keeping tabs on Mishima activity as per usual, but he had to know that an even bigger threat is coming for him. Fulong had a feeling that this demon might come for his brother and nephew. Little Wulong looked too much like their father. That demon can also sense his blood. But of course, before he could attempt such a task, he had to go see an old friend.
He knocks on the door, patiently waiting for Aiko to answer.
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Jan 5, 2018 0:38:58 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Jan 5, 2018 0:38:58 GMT -5
"So what does it mean, Sylvia...?" Aiko asked, as she looked at the spread of tarot cards on the table. Her daughter in law, Sylvia, was quite beautiful. The french woman had soft features, pale skin, and long dark hair with flowers all in it. "I think..." She had a slight french accent that was watered down from living in Japan for so many years. "I think that something evil is already here..." She looked up at her mother in law. "Aiko, I believe it is time to tell Daniel the truth...." She stood up. "I've had the same dream... He was battling the same demon that attacked me..." She said.
Aiko sighed. "Are you saying it is soon..?" She asked.
Sylvia pondered, looking to her right, towards the cards. "I think he's learning who he really is, but he hasn't even scratched the surface yet..." Sylvia stopped speaking, and placed her hand up. "Someone is here..." She whispered. Soon, a knock came from the outside.
Aiko blew out the candles, as Sylvia began collecting her deck of cards, and placed them in their box. She slid the box behind a brick by the fireplace. Aiko walked towards to the door, and opened it. "Fulong..."She opened the door, "Come in.."
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Jan 5, 2018 0:49:08 GMT -5
Post by Lei Wulong on Jan 5, 2018 0:49:08 GMT -5
Fulong was allowed inside as he did not hesitate to hang up his jacket. He saw the tarot cards on the table as he knew what was going on.
"You've sensed it, too?" Fulong asks Aiko.
He then quickly takes a seat on the couch, getting himself acquainted before finally speaking. "I think the demon might go after my little brother... my father's veins flow very strongly... in that one..." He spoke in a Northern Mandarin accent. "It might also come for your son as well..." He added.
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Jan 5, 2018 0:56:19 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Jan 5, 2018 0:56:19 GMT -5
"We have..." Aiko responded, sitting at the table. Sylvia brought in tea, with three teacups. "I believe Wulong can handle himself... Matsuo has seen this demon before, he has fought it..." She said. Sylvia poured the tea, and set the tea kettle down on a heat resistant pad. "The demon was attacking me..." She said, turning to Aiko. "Matsuo simply protected me from it.." She sat down.
Aiko nodded. "We are peaceful in our approach. We were never meant to fight demons..." She turned to Fulong. "We may need to contact the Archers..." She said.
Sylvia sipped her tea. "How do you know they aren't already working on this..?" She asked. Aiko chuckled. "Because there is more evil in this country than just the demon that attacked you, my darling daughter..." She smirked. Sylvia nodded, "Touche." She turned to Fulong, "Does your brother know about the demon..?" She asked him.
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Jan 5, 2018 1:09:43 GMT -5
Post by Lei Wulong on Jan 5, 2018 1:09:43 GMT -5
"I believe Wulong can handle himself... Matsuo has seen this demon before, he has fought it..."
"But Little Wulong knows NOTHING about protecting himself from demons! All he knows how to do is throw salt on demons and ring a gong, while chanting, 'Ei Ling'! This won't work. I never got a chance to teach him, since he ran away while he was 20..." Fulong sighed. "And now the demon's back... and I don't know what to do!"
He placed his hand in his hair. "My grandson is training with the archers right now. He's protected. My manor has a ward that keeps all demons away. My descendants are also fine... I doubt my granddaughter would be targeted, as my father's veins do not flow as strongly."
Which is true. Xianlong has no spiritual abilities or awareness whatsoever. Little Wulong, on the other hand, he's a prodigy. That's why he excelled so well in martial arts. That's why he's still agile and such a good detective. He gets that from his father. That was why their dad chose Little Wulong to stop Heihachi and continue his legacy.
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Jan 5, 2018 15:25:15 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Jan 5, 2018 15:25:15 GMT -5
"Hmph..." Aiko sighed, "It seems Wulong is in a predicament..." She crossed her arms, "Sylvia, do you--" She looked at her daughter in law, who was in a trance like state. Her eyes were milky white. Aiko's eyes widened a little, as she sat down. "Sylvia..!" She called out, "What do you see...!?"
"I see a man..." She whispered, not moving at all. "Two men... One looks just like Fulong... The other..." She paused. "Much older...." She took a deep breath. "Demon..."
Aiko looked at Fulong, then back at Sylvia. Sylvia's face contorted into a painful expression, as she screamed. "All I see... Is light..... I see..."
Her trance broke, as her eyes returned to normal. She looked at Fulong, "I think your brother is in danger...!" Aiko nodded, "Go inform Matsuo, He's at the farmhouse..." She said. Sylvia nodded, running out of the door. Aiko looked at Fulong, "Do you know where Wulong is...?" She asked.
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Jan 5, 2018 15:42:41 GMT -5
Post by Lei Wulong on Jan 5, 2018 15:42:41 GMT -5
Fulong sat there as he awaited an answer. Little Wulong was indeed in a bit of a predicament. As long as there was still air in his lungs, he had to protect his brother. He was the only living relative, other than his descendants, he had left.
"I think your brother is in danger...!"
"At this second?" He asked.
"Do you know where Wulong is...?"
"My granddaughter said that they were at an apartment in Tokyo... didn't say which, because she can't read Japanese... I'm going to have to call him."
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Jan 5, 2018 23:49:41 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Jan 5, 2018 23:49:41 GMT -5
Aiko nodded, "Call him..." Soon, A tall man came in. He had long frizzy hair, with comfortable clothes on. "Mom.." He said, softly. "Where do we need to go..?" He asked. Aiko turned to her son, "We need to go find Lei Wulong..." He nodded. "Sylvia told me..." She wasn't too far behind her husband, coming in.
"It looked like a fairly old building.." She said. Aiko got her things together. Sylvia turned to Matsuo, "Do you have the staff..?" She asked. Matsuo nodded. "It's in a safe place."
He would tell her or Aiko where the staff was. He felt it would be better if only he knew.
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Jan 6, 2018 0:01:58 GMT -5
Post by Lei Wulong on Jan 6, 2018 0:01:58 GMT -5
Fulong nodded as he tried to call his brother. He didn't pick up. So he tried again. Still no avail.
"He won't pick up his phone..." He quickly grabbed his jacket. It was indeed time to go.
"It looked like a fairly old building.."
"That really doesn't help at all." He muttered.
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Jan 8, 2018 23:59:28 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Jan 8, 2018 23:59:28 GMT -5
Sylvia sighed, while Matsuo stood, ready for what was to come. Aiko turned to Fulong, "Do you know anyone who knows where he lives....?" She asked. "Perhaps that could be the direction we need..." It had begun storming, and Matsuo looked out of the window. "The forecast said sunny, today..." He said, quietly. He turned to his wife, who crossed her arms.
"It did..." Sylvia replied. Matsuo turned to his mother. "There's a dark energy out there..." He put his arm around Sylvia. "I thi--"
Sylvia put her hand up, stopping Matsuo from speaking. She turned towards the door, "..Daniel is here." She said. Like clockwork, He came in the door, shaking off the rain. He was a little surprised to see everyone here. Normally the family spent their time in the farmhouse.
"Hey...." Daniel said. "What's going on...?" Sylvia looked at Matsuo, Fulong, and Aiko. "Go... FInd him, I'll explain everything to Daniel." She said. Aiko and Matsuo nodded, "Let's head to Tokyo. You can call whomever you can to find the address..."
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Jan 9, 2018 0:14:19 GMT -5
Post by Lei Wulong on Jan 9, 2018 0:14:19 GMT -5
Fulong then finally had an idea. "Maybe I can call my nephew. Xianlong said he was with him. I'm sure he would have an idea."
He actually has never met his nephew before. He wasn't aware of his very existence until just recently. Not to mention, Little Wulong never bothered to mention anything. He even had no idea Little Wulong got married at one point.
He then quickly got on the phone, calling Xianlong. Then he asked her for his nephew's number. Fulong was then eventually routed to Zakk, who at first hung up on him, but then tried once more and finally got in touch with him and got the address written down.
"Okay, I got it!"
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Jan 9, 2018 0:37:51 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Jan 9, 2018 0:37:51 GMT -5
Aiko nodded, "Let's go..." She said. Matsuo followed his mother out of the door. Meanwhile, Sylvia sat down at the table, offering Daniel tea. He sat down, "What's going on..?" Sylvia put her hands together. "You know how I have... visions..." She said, Daniel nodded. "Yeah..." He sat back.
"Well... I never told you how I started to get the visions..." She tilted her head. "I was protecting a secret."
Daniel clenched his jaw. "Go on.."
"Well... Aiko and Matsuo... They defend innocents from the presence of demons." She said. "Matsuo's father was from a secret organization called The Archers. They're based in Italy. I was attacked by a demon when I arrived here... Matsuo saved me, but... Something happened. I started having the visions after that event...."
She looked at her brother in spirit. He didn't look all that shocked. "What is it, Daniel...?"
He took a deep breath. "My father was part of that group..." was all he said, "My brother has been having some strange stuff happen to him..." He looked down. "I always knew that Aiko and Matsuo were part of something.... bigger... I guess, I just... didn't really see it..."
Sylvia nodded, "I can see that... Are you angry? They were just trying to protect you.." She said.
Daniel shook his head. "Nah... Demons aren't exactly easy to bring up at the dinner table..." He said. Sylvia laughed. "That's true..."
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Jan 12, 2018 0:48:16 GMT -5
Post by Lei Wulong on Jan 12, 2018 0:48:16 GMT -5
Katya sent Daniel a message on his phone, saying, "Hello. Do you want to meet me at your family's Estate? Are you sure it wrote down what I said? I hope it works, Mom."
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Jan 12, 2018 1:21:17 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Jan 12, 2018 1:21:17 GMT -5
Sylvia and Daniel had a long discussion, where she would update him on everything that's been happening since his arrival. After she had left, Daniel was home alone, playing his flute, trying not to think about the irony in his life. His phone alerted him, and he picked it up. He smiled when he saw Katya's message. "Sure... Do you mean the farmhouse or the Williams Estate?" A reasonable question. Aiko was his spiritual family, while the Williams' and the O'Donoghue's were his biological family. These days he'd never know.
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