[Closed] Best Laid Plans

[pishirogane]

Characters: Kanji Tatsumi and Naoto Shirogane
Location: Loch Ness, Scotland
Rating: PG-13
Time: March 22nd, Morning
Description: Mission 131e. The Kishin egg of Loch Ness defeated them once, but it wasn't going to happen again.

Naoto's eyes trailed from the water as the Kishin egg emerged and proceeded to follow after Kanji. She ducked back, listening as she followed after them. The rigging was set; all they needed now was the Kishin egg to take its queue. Hopefully, this would be the last time she had to set a trap like this, but they would see. If they succeeded, it wasn't going back to the water.

Now, as long as Kanji remembered to jump, they shouldn't have any complications or need to make any abrupt alterations.

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Kanji had been looking forward to this for days. This kishin egg had been marked since the day they came back from here last Sunday, defeated, cold, and shaken. He wouldn't admit to the number of times he checked the Mission Board, making sure that this mission wouldn't be taken by anyone else for the day that they'd both come back and settle the score.

This kishin egg soul was Naoto's. And Kanji would see to that. Only then would his mind be at ease, and what happened in the caverns just days ago would not repeat itself.

Kanji was all right being bait, while Naoto set the trap. If he did his job, there would be no escaping for this thing, no more mistakes. No, they would remain as far from the water as they could.

"Remember me, dickhead!?" He crowed over his shoulder, his fist connecting with the jaw of the sodden kishin egg. With its angered shriek, the Meister took to the woods as fast as he could, the creature hot on his heels. The sturdy branch he'd set on the ground was snatched up without a thought as he heard nothing but the heavy breathing of the amphibious creature, the pounding of his footsteps against the mossy floor.

Jump. Jump. Jump. All he had to remember was to jump over the trap, and everything would fall into place. Kanji searched the floor for the telltale foliage, something he could see but the kishin egg wouldn't notice...

There! Kanji hoisted the branch and closed in, thrusting the limb into the ground and throwing his weight. He sailed through the air for a moment or two, and landed on his feet. Perfect. A cacophony of cracking, snapping branches sounded behind him, followed by a howl of surprise as the creature's weight pulled it right in.

...But Kanji had miscalculated the width of the trap. The ground sunk under his feet, as he stood on the last foot or two of the obscuring foliage. His arms caught on the edge, stopping his momentum.