Cut With Both Blades (Closed Off)

More starlight wrapped around Crimson Ghost. She squirmed and wiggled but nothing allowed her to slip out of the wrapping. Then she stabbed Okami. A very prudent strategy. She built upon the weakness Okami always kept with him. He did not like being stabbed with swords. More prismatic energy came from Uzma, turning the living night light into a battery for Okami to put the Crimson Ghost in a white cocoon with only her brightly colored hair seeping out of the wrappings. "Yeah, this white lady wants to know stuff about you. Like how much you plan on paying me to help you."

"You..." Ghost struggled more against the wrappings trying to free herself. "Dick. Get me out of this and my boss..." Desperation spurred Crimson Ghost to bite down on the starlight to try one last attempt. It did not work. "...And she'll pay you whatever you want after we pull off this heist."

"A heist? You're doing a heist? I want to do a heist. Hey let's talk about that." Trying to work Uzma out of the starform in which she could beat Okami with ease, Okami kept pulling more of her energy into the room to make pirate ships fighting others. "Hey, Uzma do you want to see a shot for shot remake of the Princess Bride? Cause you're about to get it." Okami would play out several scenes from the movie in utter, poor quality while doing all of the voices himself.

Crimson Ghost kept kicking against the bonds, continuing to tire herself out while the rendition of a classic played out.

Smoke started to billow up from under the door. The constant beating of the ram did nothing, so it appeared the angry rich people took to finally just smoking out Okami. With Crimson Ghost all wrapped up and Uzma not enjoying the show, Okami decided to do the most reasonable thing. Wrap Uzma up in her own barrier. "There are a lot of people mad at me right now. I don't know why. I stole their stuff, but that can't be it. Those guys are all rich; they won't even notice its gone, like when a fat guy loses two pounds. Like, how would he even tell?" Then the situation came back to him. "That's right, I was explaining things. So, instead of taking the blame for this, I'm kind of hoping they forget what I look like, and just blame you two for this. I figure if two of you are here when they barge in they'll figure they can just arrest both of you and then let the innocent one go, and if you're both innocent I figure they make the one of you most guilty cut themselves open with a sword. Never got the idea behind the Japanese legal system. Fascinating, it really is." Okami took his finger on and off the pulse of the situation involving the other people in the room so much he caused swelling to the conversation's neck. All this starlight energy felt great to play around with, but Uzma did not seem to like it as much. "Uzma are you taking a nap in the middle of this? What the Hell? I'm trying to hold a conversation here."

"Now..." The Crimson Ghost continued to struggle, but she was an origami artist, not escape. "...We can talk..." Her shoulder finally peaked through, but quickly became lodged against her neck. "...About getting out of here."

"Oh, no no no." More of the smoke began to enter the room, but a bucket of water quickly put it out. Okami jammed the sink and turned the faucet on to begin flooding the floor to dampen any other attempts. "I don't know what you've heard about the Japanese legal system, but they have a catch and release program where they just arrest whomever they find and then if they aren't guilty they let them go. Very good system, but I don't-"

"That..." A red coloring flooded Crimson's cheeks, out shining her hair. "...Is the dumbest..." She struggled for air, but felt  calling to insult Okami. "...Thing a white person..." Someone needed to. "...Has ever said..."  Water began to pour towards the door, washing around Okami's boots. "...About Japan." Her words escaped with the cathartic force of a job well done. Then she passed out from lack of blood to the head, but luckily for her, Okami started to use some starlight to break a window, loosening the bonds around her shoulders just enough so she did not suffocate.

"Okay, so Aegis of Earth, I'll be in contact cause you seem pretty cool-" The over exertion of Uzma at Okami's expense probably put her out of commission, but leaving without saying goodbye would be rude. "Red head, you seem crazy. I bet you've got some stories. So, the police will probably be really cool and, yeah, later." The bag of loot led Okami's egress from the premises as he began to whistle on his way back to the storage unit he kept his ship.

The police did not come first. Enter Misaki Mae.

Okami left, but did not know where to go. An explosion from his ship sent him into the gala to begin with. Running into people with things to steal just happened to be a great surprise. So, Okami wandered around the streets of Tokyo with a big bag of loot and jewels, but there was only so much you could do with jewels- and a lot you could not do with them. Like eat or make out with. Luckily, Okami read somewhere Japan built places to do both of those things, so he decided to find one of those places.

An exquisite building with golden curls wrapping around the woodwork stood in contrast to the more modern settings of the buildings around it. Ponds ran the perimeter of the structure with rock gardens in between them. Okami slid the screen to the door open and stepped into the tea house. His shoes banged on the wooden floor, drawing looks of disgust from the sharp faced women attending to their duties. "I've got money. Who wants to party?"

An unearthly darkness followed along with Misaki, a machination of her own creation. "So you were the ones who stole that gem, working with your friend pretending to be an imbecile. Well, I am not one to be taken so lightly. Where are you hiding the gem?" Fire broke from Misaki's hand towards both Uzma and the Crimson Ghost. She did not intend on hitting either of them, merely to let the heat brush against them.

"Go find it yourself. That idiot walked away with it all." The Crimson Ghost reached out for her swords, but found the sheaths empty. Heirlooms for Okami, at least he left her the sheaths.

"Really now?" Shadows would shoot out to wrap the Ghost and Uzma up, working more diligently if the heat made contact. The darkness crept deeper into the room. "Perhaps we should go somewhere more private to speak on this matter."

A loud boom echoed as the bag of ill gotten loot broke a table far too small to support the weight or ambitions. Eyes the color of forests kept sight on the peg leg pirate. "Get me some sushi and tell me who costs the most." The eyes narrowed and the color of fire rose in the eyes of the women surrounding the room. A broom snapped.

A Rolls Royce pulled into the an underground garage. All light faded as the doors closed to the ramp leading up. Natural light began to form in the guise of blue balls of faerie fire, casting shadows on what appeared to be trees around the walls of the garage. Where Misaki's driver led them still remained in some question lying between realms and space, but Misaki felt comfortable as she stepped out from carriage, draped in her black fur coat with the same fox skin lining her neck. The trunk to the car popped open and Misaki looked down to its occupants. "Well don't we look comfy." Uzma and the Crimson Ghost both found themselves crammed into the rather spacious trunk tied up and gagged. "That won't stay for long."

The holding cells of Misaki looked just as natural and forested as the rest of her abode. The only thing lining the area came from the darkness creeping between each tree, masking any vision beyond. Uzma and Crimson both found themselves trapped with the thick bark of individual trees, keeping them from moving as the hole they were placed in closed up under some magic from Misaki. "You seem to be very interesting without me needing information from you." Misaki ran a claw across Uzma's face. "But, this one needs to tell me things." Misaki walkd over towards Crimson with a vial and extended claws. "Now, where did you come from-" Misaki dripped a liquid down Crimson's throat as the red headed woman tried to resist. "Tell me everything."

"I was hired by a woman named Bliss Fukuyama to steal information about accessing a chemical plant." Crimson Ghost surprised herself as she spit out all the information so quickly. The vial separated her from Misaki as the fox demon's claws grew.

"I guess I need to look for her then. And have no need for you." As her claws drew back to strike, the first signs of a wall shown. Debris shot out towards Misaki and the trees. Fragments of a blade shot and broke into the tree Uzma found herself trapped in, giving her a splintered prison to escape from.

"Motherfucking Dynamite sword!" The ever cheerful and never scared appearance of Tengo Okami burst through the wall. He looked around to see his plans of tricking the police into a catch and release policy failed, but at least he got to hang out with these two girls again.

"What are you doing here? I'm incredibly glad to see you and it isn't just because of how handsome you are" The Crimson Ghost spit out her words with perspiration and shock.

"So I checked out this geisha house for hookers, and Japanese people get super pissed when you do that, long story short, this chick cut my leg off, so I stabbed her and she burst into flames, so I figured, might want to look around this place."

While Okami continued talking, Misaki threw rubble off of her and listened to the fox around her shoulder whisper into her ear. "Don't act like you forgot, I call the shots.

Flames floated up from around Okami's hair. "I'm up for looking at some Geisha's memoirs. Is there a peep hole or are we paying them with credit card, cause those rich people don't use money. They did give me this." A purple gem came out of Okami's pocket as he brushed the fire out from his hair. "I wonder if you can buy more than one hooker or if they would not be able to share."

"You stole that!" The Crimson Ghost plopped out of the fractured tree with her hands and ankles tied. "I wanted to steal that! It is a gem used to forge a weapon that can transform its wielder into an avatar of justice. Only someone of a pure heart can use it."

"Cool. What's it worth?"

The reflection of in Okami's eye from the gem showed a very bright orb shooting towards him. Fire hit him in the stomach, knocking Okami to through a wall. Misaki began to seep out oil through the area to keep herself better protected in her inner sanctum. "No one is transforming in my presence." A correction to her comment floated to Misaki's left. "Aw, you are interesting. Now I will have to ask you to leave this place of existence by removing your souls."

"First of all, if you own this place, why does this place suck so much? A bunch of people playing lap guitars and making you drink in moderation? Really. Second, that thing you just said sounded pretty dark, but since you like foxes, I'm going to turn into one of those." Earlier in the evening, Okami entered the same geisha house and made a similar mistake in believing the foxes could be petted. They could be. But, they did so at the price of biting. At first Okami was angry, then he realized he would get a story out of that. He did not tell it though. He just turned into a fox.

"You miserable little mimic! I'll skin you alive and boil your innards!" Before Misaki could stab the Crimson Ghost to execute her, Misaki turned her hand into fire. A small spark dropped from her hand, catching the oil on fire. The Crimson Ghost watched as the oil seeped closer to her. A series of wiggles and squirms moved her, but not as quickly as the oil as it began to heat up.

Fire chased Okami as he darted through trees and roots around the prison section in his fox form. He made fox noises towards Uzma. He did not know if Uzma spoke fox or not.

Talking like a fox did little to actually relay information. What a waste of barks, nose rubbings, and whatever little things foxes did to convey information. Okami kept moving in order to keep Misaki from cooking him alive, but it did take the foxy witch from trying to kill anyone else in the room. A tree broke from within the garage, moving Okami to take his normal visage again. "Hey! That tree fell and it made a sound! That Bhuddist monk owes me some money now." Okami's leg flew off as a bolt of fire shot through it, leaving behind only a charred peg and an off balanced Okami. "Hey-" Hey said with a bewildered excitement. "She shot my leg off!" His smile turned upside down. "Hey! She shot my leg off!"

"Everyone dies!" Misaki discharged a massive oil spill into the center of the room before setting her hand on fire. "If stargirl survives, I can have a chat with her, but everyone else dies."

"Yeah, I don't want to die, so I'm leaving." The Crimson Snake pulled the bindings from her ankles and started to look for any exit to get out from before being burned by Misaki and her terrible temper tantrum.

"Hey!" Okami waved over towards Uzma. "What's up Stargirl. I met you before. Remember? Do you ever lay away thinking about if there is life outside this galaxy?."

"Yeah, so I was traveling on my intergalactic spaceship and was like, 'wow. there is a lot of life out here'. That's when I thought, 'yeah, there probably is life out there'. Where did my leg go?" Stardust began to build up around Okami for some reason he could not put his finger on. "Is this cocaine? Is that how legs grow back." Before an answer could come back to Okami, an answer to the situation shot out from Uzma's fingers. Feeling an urge to assist in someway with the woman threatening everyone, Okami wrapped her ankles up with stardust, rooting her as the massive blast collided directly with her body.

"Let's get out!" The Crimson Ghost managed to find both of her swords while staying vigilant on finding a way out.

Misaki disappeared under the blast of intense light, leaving behind no trace of her form. A large hole in the back of the garage now let in some soft air as Uzma managed to crack open more than just a fox witch. "Hey! I bet we can walk through that." Okami took one step on his phantom leg and fell straight forward. "I knew I was forgetting something. Where did I put that leg?"

Crimson Ghost made her way out of the garage with no trouble. She looked back to see Uzma and Okami both sitting around like flies in the parlor of a spider. Yelling back to them would only draw attention to herself, so she instead merely jumped up and down while pointing to the ground.

"Aw, I'm taller now." Okami leaned to one side with a remarkable size advantage over his other side. He could fix the problem if he wanted, but felt somehow better about himself. "The police will ask questions of me?" Okami stroked his beard and looked to the dwindling fires around him. "I would probably tell them how little I cared for their music. Too much bass. No one wants to hear the bass player Sting. You picked the wrong instrument; just get over it and be goofy like Paul McCartney."
Knowing his fate with the police would end in an awkward exchange, Okami hobbled his way along with Uzma. "Now, you say they're Japanese The Police? Do they just live here or is Japan the only country that will buy their music? Like how Avril Lavigne is only relevant in Japan." Google it.

"Well, this is quite an adventure." Okami put his hands on his hips once clear of the garage. "I can't believe we went outside! Look at all this air! So many questions. Way more than that Nine Tailed Fox. Those things are boring as- oh my god, the sky is blue?! This is wonderful!"