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[murasamia]

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.

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And then a week later /sobs

[gunsling]

Jake was a different story completely. He'd never worked in any sort of organized crime group, hell, he'd never been in a city before in his life. If they were being completely honest Jake wasn't exactly used to being people either... any people. His little island was completely isolated from human contact, and it meant a lot of the hustle and bustle that went around the city during the day really throw Jake for a loop. It didn't matter how many movies he'd see with large crowds of people walking down some street or another, nothing on the screen could really prepare him for being in these sort of situations.

There was one thing that Jake was familiar with here, however, and that was monsters. Yes, for all he had no idea what to do with buildings and people and crowds, he was completely at home with a blood thirsty beast trying to run him down nightly. That, on top of his recent homeless stint had sort of forced Jake into a night of nocturnal living. Not that he really minded that much when he didn't have a home, he was going to be chilled to the bone no matter what time of day or night it was. Of course he was a boy from a tropical island, so the cold was terribly cold no matter what, but he'd slowly been adjusting to it. Now that he had a place to say, however, it was noticeable how different the cold night air was compared to the day, especially when the only pair of pants you happened to own stopped midway down your thighs.

Of course, all of this history wasn't on his mind as he was slinking through the darkness, it was more just variations of thinking about how friggin cold it was outside, and wondering why he'd decided to head out. The better question was where he even was? He was fairly certain he'd yet to be in this part of the city, and he wasn't too keen on the idea of trying to contact one of the few people he vaguely knew here in Siren's Port to come and fetch him, and the only person he was comfortable enough to ask something like that from was newer to the island than he was.

He was jolted out of those thoughts however when he heard the sound of a girl yelling. It didn't take long for Jake to spring into action, dashing down the street in the direction of her voice having already made the assumption that someone yelling at this time meant something had gone south for them in a fight with a particularly nasty monster.