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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.
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What mattered was that despite having a sword swung around at his face, Jake only leaned back slightly. As long as she didn't look like she was going to take another lunge at him he supposed it didn't really matter how she wanted to wave it around. No harm no foul in the end. Besides, it seemed she was offering him some sort of praise for being able to sidestep the attack! Admittedly he hadn't done much more than scramble out of the way of certain death, and barely managed that, but vague praise was vague praise and Jake wasn't about to dismiss it.
"I like to think of myself as more of an adventurer, but I'm never one to turn down a good skirmish!" There's nothing secretive about his tone, the boast is loud, proud and probably a little less well deserved than it should be.
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Only after saying that does she retract the katana, instead holding it evenly at her side, parallel to the other one in her opposite hand. "You ever fight a samurai, amigo?"
Maria retains a playful tone, almost childish, but her grip and stance certainly don't seem to be fooling around - even if she is.
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He reached up to scratch the back of his neck before letting his arm drop limp back to his side. A few more seconds of hesitation passed before he actually responded to that question. "Not... samurais particularly. I fought some... thing with a katana once if that counts?"
A robot... the only thing he'd ever fought in his life.... He really should just fess up right now. "It's not that I've really had a chance to go on any adventures yet. But I do have plans for that to change!"
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"Alright... Okay! I got it! Since you're in Canada now, your adventure's started! And that means you're gonna have your first skirmish, amigo! Right now, with New York City's best samurai!!" She grins hugely, barely finishing her sentence before lunging towards him -- and immediately getting tackled to the ground with a yelp, an unseen Darkness monster barreling straight into her. Looked like one of the apes she was fighting earlier, except... bigger. And distinctly not-babylike. Whoops. One of her swords immediately shoots up through its back, but its current impalement doesn't seem to distract it from her... not yet.
She was finally going to fight someone interesting, and this just had to happen!!
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Before Jake had a chance to even react though she was being tackled do the ground. Who would have though he'd be saved by a monster? There was a moment of hesitation on his part before he pulled his handguns out of his strife deck. While Maria does seem to be handling the monster well enough on her own, Jake wouldn't be much of a gentleman (or any kind of man at all!) if he just let the girl get assaulted by the beast.
So taking aim (easy to do this close up) and waiting for the monster to lift it's head up enough that Jake could be sure he wouldn't hit Maria by accident, Jake fired a shot at its head.
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Her voice is equally cheerful and nonplussed. "Not bad for using a couple of those nasty weapons, amigo! I guess that means I owe you one. Just a little one! What's your name, huh? Ah--" Interrupting herself, she darts forward, passing by Jake to swiftly impale another monster coming up towards them - a lucky stroke on her part, considering how tough the Darkness monsters were. And she quickly gets to yelling at its corpse as she tries to bat it off the end of her katana. "Hey! Can't you see I'm having a conversation, amigo? Back off! It doesn't matter if a hundred of you show up! I'll cut you all!!"
There are times when you just shouldn't say certain things. This was probably one of them. Her loud voice seems to have caught the attention of other monsters. A lot of other monsters. Suddenly, the alleyway is filled with growling and slobbering noises.
Maria blinks. She hadn't... really been serious about that challenge...
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Jake's first thought was that she was about to try to stab him again, before even waiting for him to answer her question about his name! It was only until she'd passed by him and started her yelling that he managed to grasp that another monster had shown up and she was returning the favor. Tit for tat, he killed the monster that attacked her, she was taking care of the one sneaking up on his blind spot.
It was actually the growling and sounds of movement from the darkness (not Maria's screaming) that got Jake to turn his head towards her, and just seeing the sheer number of monsters that seemed to be alerted towards their little scuffle took the breath right out of him.
Well... fuck.
He glanced behind them, praying that at least that way would be clear and they could make a beeline out of here. Jake didn't know exactly how strong these monsters were, but he knew a little something about picking fights with hungry enemies stronger than yourself, and how badly that tended to end.
Yeah... Yeah it looked like they could probably make it without having to fight their way out of this.
"Maybe now isn't the best time to test out how literally you meant that."
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About then, the monsters seemed to get tired of waiting to pounce (or just tired of listening to her voice - reasonable enough), and the shadows shifted as the angry family of the slain baby monsters started lumbering with alarming speed towards the two of them.
Change of plans. She blanches for a moment, and then turns quickly on her heels, running past Jake as fast as she could. She might not be the brightest crayon in the box, but she had enough survival skills to have stayed alive this long...
"Uhh -- this is a strategic retreat!!"
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It was a good thing Jake had become so used to outrunning monsters on a near daily basis, because that old saying about only needing to be faster than your slowest friend was starting to look scarily true where these things were concerned. For all they looked like dumb, lumbering brutes they were keeping up the pace disturbingly well.
Which meant if Jake didn't want to become a midnight snack, he was going to have to speed it up here, because Maria already had herself a nice head start on him.
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The gunshots made her turn her head, and she was a little surprised to see this kid sticking with her - and apparently being helpful, to boot! That might be a stroke of luck. Even with her swords on their side, 2 people were still better than one for dealing with a whole lot of monsters. And if it made him feel better, she hadn't been intentionally leaving him there as bait...
On the other hand, walls were not something that could be dealt with any better if there were two of them. She skids to a stop at their blocked package - some huge 18-wheeler rusting away in the middle of the street, courtesy of the Darkness. Great. Maria makes the split-second and completely baseless decision to take a left into the nearest alleyway - but this time she does have the heart to beckon to Jake too. "Come on! This way, amigo!"
Alleyways are definitely safer at night.
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Finally catching up the alley she turned down Jake stashed his guns into his strife deck and darted around the corner. He might be able to shoot and run at once, but he could definitely run a hell of a lot faster when he wasn't distracted and half twisted around.