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O-Ren Ishii...wakes up. It comes as quite a surprise to her, she had been certain that she wouldn't again. One badly shaking hand creeps toward the top of her head and an equally shakey gasp escapes her as she touches her hair. There's no cut. There's nothing. Even her hair ornaments are still in place. She pushes herself to her knees and this time the quiet gasp is pain as she realizes that while her head is in one piece, the slice to her leg is still there, and her snow white Kimono is still stained with blood and covered in...sand? She climbs to her feet and looks around, her geta are there a short distance away in the sand, her katanna and sheath lie discarded beside her, but everything else...
Instead of a snow covered Japanese garden, she stands on a sunny, sandy beach. She's certainly nowhere in Japan, there is only one building that she can see and the ocean she's familiar with isn't that blue. Kidnapping, perhaps? She nearly scoffs at the idea as soon as it occurs. How can she have been kidnapped when she's supposed to be dead? Though, if she is alive then maybe Gogo and Johnny Mo...Sophie, had Sophie survived? Only one way to find out.
She gives herself a few more moments to gather her usual impeccable calm, then slips her feet into her geta, fastens her katanna to her obi, and starts walking toward the hotel.
Instead of a snow covered Japanese garden, she stands on a sunny, sandy beach. She's certainly nowhere in Japan, there is only one building that she can see and the ocean she's familiar with isn't that blue. Kidnapping, perhaps? She nearly scoffs at the idea as soon as it occurs. How can she have been kidnapped when she's supposed to be dead? Though, if she is alive then maybe Gogo and Johnny Mo...Sophie, had Sophie survived? Only one way to find out.
She gives herself a few more moments to gather her usual impeccable calm, then slips her feet into her geta, fastens her katanna to her obi, and starts walking toward the hotel.