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sirenspull_logs2012-01-31 11:33 pm
murasamia) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-01-31 11:33 pm
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Who: Maria Barcelito (murasamia) and Jake English (gunsling)
When: January 31, after sirens!
Where: Sector 9 streets.
Summary: What's the point of loving weapons if you're not going to use them? Sword-loving senorita and gun-loving lad go out to fight monsters on their own. Perhaps unwisely.
Warnings: VIOLENCE... maybe language.
Sure, it was sort of a shock to suddenly appear in Canada one fine afternoon. And sure, it was even more shocking for that Canada to also be about 80 years in the future. But let's face it: Maria was a girl of few ties to the world. For the past ten years or so, she'd been a free agent, roaming around the country and sticking around whenever work was good. Only in the past few years had she started settling down in Manhattan, and only in the past half a year or so had she actually found a permanent employer. These few ties were due entirely to the fact that she had even fewer wants - or rather, just one big want.
All she wanted to do was cut. And what Siren's Port lacked in familiarity, it made up for in the amount of new, perfectly sliceable objects, just asking for a taste of steel from Murasamia and Kochite. Vino was here, for one thing; though she was still working out whether it would be appropriate or not to cut him up without orders from Mr. Luck, she was pretty certain it would end up being a matter of whether or not she could control her swords' urge for blood. But in addition to Vino, there were the monsters. Maria never believed in monsters. So, naturally, when she heard from several sources that they were supposed to be here, she went out looking for them. And once she saw that they really were here, they were promptly added to the list of things she wanted to test her blades against.
So that was exactly what she was doing, of course.
There was still a decent amount of snow on the ground from the recent blizzards, but that didn't seem to be much an obstacle to Maria's footwork; it wasn't like she'd gone out looking for a huge gaggle of these small, apelike monsters (though their faces looked more like human babies), but that's what she got. Or had gotten, anyway. There were four or five of them laying motionless or even in pieces around her, the snow blackened with their oily blood, and the one still left moving, currently in the process of trying to rip her face off, by all appearances, was quickly and neatly impaled before being thrown to the ground with a swing of her sword arm. Her immediate reaction wasn't to clean the gore off the delicate blade, but rather to wipe off some icky monster residue from her face.
"That's nasty, amigo... Better come out of my hair." Mumbling to herself as she flicks away the debris, but it only occupies her attention for a moment - in half a second, her grip tightens on the two Japanese swords in her hands, and she raises them in front of her, pivoting in a circle.
"Is that all there is? That wasn't even hard! Come on!!"
Because shouting blindly into the darkness (or Darkness, rather) is always a wise course of action.
murasamia) and Jake English (gunsling)When: January 31, after sirens!
Where: Sector 9 streets.
Summary: What's the point of loving weapons if you're not going to use them? Sword-loving senorita and gun-loving lad go out to fight monsters on their own. Perhaps unwisely.
Warnings: VIOLENCE... maybe language.
Sure, it was sort of a shock to suddenly appear in Canada one fine afternoon. And sure, it was even more shocking for that Canada to also be about 80 years in the future. But let's face it: Maria was a girl of few ties to the world. For the past ten years or so, she'd been a free agent, roaming around the country and sticking around whenever work was good. Only in the past few years had she started settling down in Manhattan, and only in the past half a year or so had she actually found a permanent employer. These few ties were due entirely to the fact that she had even fewer wants - or rather, just one big want.
All she wanted to do was cut. And what Siren's Port lacked in familiarity, it made up for in the amount of new, perfectly sliceable objects, just asking for a taste of steel from Murasamia and Kochite. Vino was here, for one thing; though she was still working out whether it would be appropriate or not to cut him up without orders from Mr. Luck, she was pretty certain it would end up being a matter of whether or not she could control her swords' urge for blood. But in addition to Vino, there were the monsters. Maria never believed in monsters. So, naturally, when she heard from several sources that they were supposed to be here, she went out looking for them. And once she saw that they really were here, they were promptly added to the list of things she wanted to test her blades against.
So that was exactly what she was doing, of course.
There was still a decent amount of snow on the ground from the recent blizzards, but that didn't seem to be much an obstacle to Maria's footwork; it wasn't like she'd gone out looking for a huge gaggle of these small, apelike monsters (though their faces looked more like human babies), but that's what she got. Or had gotten, anyway. There were four or five of them laying motionless or even in pieces around her, the snow blackened with their oily blood, and the one still left moving, currently in the process of trying to rip her face off, by all appearances, was quickly and neatly impaled before being thrown to the ground with a swing of her sword arm. Her immediate reaction wasn't to clean the gore off the delicate blade, but rather to wipe off some icky monster residue from her face.
"That's nasty, amigo... Better come out of my hair." Mumbling to herself as she flicks away the debris, but it only occupies her attention for a moment - in half a second, her grip tightens on the two Japanese swords in her hands, and she raises them in front of her, pivoting in a circle.
"Is that all there is? That wasn't even hard! Come on!!"
Because shouting blindly into the darkness (or Darkness, rather) is always a wise course of action.