Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

"Hey, Carthrat," the barkeep from your favorite extraterrestrial bar says. "You were asking about who wanted your ass in a sling, right?" he says by way of introduction.

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, that's right," replies Carthrat. "Any soon-to-be-dead people you can tell me about?"

[Anastasia]

His voice turns serious. "Carth, you have one of the overbosses of the Yakuza *EXTREMELY* pissed at you. I'm talking honor bound, bloody revenge pissed here. You know Kirosawa, right?" he asks, a rhetorical question. "He wants you dead. He wants your balls on a plate, served to his dog. I haven't seen the Yazuka this stirred up in awhile."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat growls. "Fucker. He's gone. Anything else you can tell me?"

[Anastasia]

"That I'd vacate Earth and the environs for the next few decades, man. Even if you put Kirosawa in a space coffin, this won't end. He's been calling in favors and debts like a man possessed. He's planning something huge, and I pity you if you don't manage to get the hell out of the way."

[Carthrat]

"Right. Well, it looks like I'll be leaving with a bang," replies Carthrat. "Which means I'd be leaving right away. You better scram Tokyo, at least. I wouldn't wanna be here when he starts fucking around."

[Anastasia]

"I'll be fine, I think. I'm worried about you, stay safe," he says, hanging up.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat pockets his phone. "Oi! Rachel! We're leaving!"

[Anastasia]

Rachel comes out of the bathroom, dressed but with wet hair. "What's up? Ready to go already?"

[Carthrat]

"Uh-uh, we're going already. I just got word that someone is *pissed* at me, and have decided it would be a good idea to vacate the planet before he catches up," replies Carthrat.

[Anastasia]

Without a hint of surprise in her voice, "Right. I'm already packed. Thank Selena that I didn't put that off."

[Carthrat]

"Right you are. Let's split, no time to waste," replies Carthrat, striding outside the room and to his car, constantly scanning for anything resembling a threat.

[Anastasia]

Nothing until you reach the lobby of the hotel...

When you do, your scanner turns up three men with advanced weaponry in the lobby, all wearing casual clothes. They are trying to look normal and mostly succeeding, but they have a certain cold, hardbitten look that you catch right off. The eye you without even trying to avoid your notice when you come out, bags in hand.

[Carthrat]

"Did I mention cast defensive spells?" mutters Carthrat. "Cast 'em now."

Carthrat continues walking, as if nothings happening, hands tightening on a pair of pistols..

[Anastasia]

As you walk, you hear the murmur of Rachel's voice, and a warmth spreading over you.

The men merely watch, but do not attack. One talks into a cell phone, still looking at you.