#normanvosborn

Norman grabbed the shadow in his room, slamming her on the bed, and wrapped a thick hand around her throat. He bared his teeth as he glared at her, “Breaking and entering is illegal, Ms. Romanoff,” He growled.

Natalia continued talking with the man sitting in front of her even when she felt someone’s gaze piercing at the back of her head. She did not turn around though, only took a sip of her coffee and continued the conversation She was on a mission, no mistakes were allowed.

“Yes, thank you very much.” The redhead finally spoke, smiling charmingly at the male. She gave him her number with a playfull and seductive wink at the end and only then did she turn to the side to look at whomever kept staring at her.

Mood Music: Geese Ni Kissu

Soundtrack: Garou Densetsu/Fatal Fury

Mood Music: Shredder's Suite

Soundtrack: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Jean Du Prez

The day in which Cherry Hobbes life would change would begin as of now. The aggressive red masked Turtle stared down to the woman who had been sleeping in his bunk quite peacefully and he had remembered everything which he had promised her. And a promise like the one which he had made to her was one which he couldn't renege on so easily. Then again, Raphael had often done his best to keep his promises. After all, he didn't have that many to keep as not many approached him. But an oral contract had been made and there was no going back on it whatsoever. Otherwise he wouldn't be a ninja.

Raphael had been spending the last few hours watching over Cherry and he had been meditating over everything which she had told him. Knowing his opponent was one whom would go out with everything which he had in regards to everything. Cherry had told him that this man would not stop until the mutant Turtle was dead. That was alright though.. Because Raphael would approach everything the same.

Raphael had risen from his knelt position and turned, moving his way over to the armory which was not too far from where he was. He stopped as he stared at the black robed outfit which consisted of a black vest and a hooded mask. A classic shinobi outfit, a rarely used outfit which the Turtles had worn on one occasion. There was also an assortment of weapons, tools which the Turtles had crafted by hand but done by the book as generations of ninja before them had done. And he had intended to use everyone of them to do his enemy in.

Raphael moved his hands, gathering his twin sai in his grasp and he had slipped them into the belt which was wrapped around his mid-section. He had stared to the sheathed tanto that rested on the sword rack before him and he had gripped it, also slipping it into his leather belt. The Turtle had pondered whatever else he could gather with him. Quickly, he moved his hands and took a hold of the set of shurikens and shirai-ryu throwing needles, now slipping them into his belt once more.

But what else was the Turtle needing?

He had noticed the hallowed out set of black painted eggs which were on the rack, and Raphael gathered them and slipped them on his person. He also gathered the smoke pellets and even some pyrotechnic fire bombs. He also noticed the kunai.. and immediately gathered a pair as well. And last but not least, Raphael had looked to the Kusarigama. A weapon which he had seldom use but it was one which he had been trained to use. Surely it would be useful.. And so.. Raphael had gathered it in hand and slipped it onto his person.

He turned around and looked to the sleeping woman whom he had taken in under his protection. He remembered the fear which his intended target had inflicted upon her and the red masked mutant narrowed his eyes. Norman Osborn will never do this to another person again.

"I promise it will end, Cherry.."

Whether or not she could hear him as she had slept, Raphael didn't care much now as he was now in the mind set of a ninja. He continued to watch the woman slumber peacefully and he turned around and stepped his way out from the Lair. With Donatello now back to look after Cherry, Raphael was free to do what needed to be done.

He knew Norman's place of work. But more importantly.. He also knew his place of living. Where he slept, where he ate.. everything. Raphael knew that approaching him head on would be a suicide mission. No, he couldn't die just yet.. If he was to die, it would be on his own terms.

Raphael had stepped into the subterranean tunnels underneath the streets of New York City. He knew the tunnels well, and he also knew where to head from here as far as getting to Norman's home was concerned. He proceeded to move through the ankle deep level waters and the Turtle listened to the calming sounds of running and dripping water in the storm drain. And he contemplated what he was about to do?

"We're Osborns. We bounce back. It's in our blood," Norman Osborn, New Ways to Die. || A RP blog for Norman Osborn ||CAUTION!!! this blog will contain dark themes and spooky images. I recommend you be...