Bombs Away! [Complete]

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Character(s): Haruharu Haruko, gate npc, Larsa
Content: Haruko comes dive-bombing across the line to Vanaheim's gate. Those poor people.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Haruko (hee) being herself. Short-term destruction of the booth that can quickly be repaired. Torment of a Paixao citizen. Some language.






It wasn’t expected - like she was as a person. Ride on shooting star… Well. It was more like she was a falling star; crashing down through the atmosphere. She was following a good feeling, and just in general a good pull… and then it felt like the sky swallowed her up, started choking, and coughed her out into this new world that she was realizing as it came closer and closer on her descent was really going to suck.

“BOMBS AWAY!!!” she yelled, brown gloves clung to the handles of her yellow vespa. She kicked at its sides, trying to steer her way down from the sky without having a crash-landing that would end up destroying the vehicle.

She pulled up last minute, bounced against the ground, and continued sliding forward. Unfortunately (for everyone else except her), she was skidding into-over-around several people that were stupidly standing in a line (moronic humans, she figured!). She reached out after she went over one of the speed bumps and plucked off a scarf from one of the other people’s necks (she managed to not hit her) and whipped it up around her own. “Hhhh… this looks a bit like mine!” she laughed and then started to shriek when the vespa spun around in circles and she realized that everyone else had got out of her way and there was a booth, with a cowering blonde man behind it, threatening her existence.

“Oooohhhhhhh shit!”

She barely braked in time, touching just the front of the booth. She took a relieved breath, then looked behind her and waved to the destruction she caused. “Good citizens, no worries, she’s ok!” she patted a hand comfortingly to her vespa and smirked. She slid down from the seat and snaked up to hang over the counter, staring devilishly at the man behind the counter. “Well hi there.”

“H-H-H-I… um… um… w-w-welc-come… to… Pai…xao…” he was fearing for his life.

Her smirk grew. “Paixao, huh?” she held a wrist up a bit, a shackle hanging limply from it. She shook it around lightly, but it remained inanimate. She snorted and rolled her eyes at the man. “Nah, I don’t think so. See ya.” She waved her hand at him and got back onto her vespa.

“Wait! You can’t leave!”

She glared at him. “Oh, rrreally?”

“… um… well… what’s your name?”

“Now that’s no way to go askin’ for a date.”

“No! N-Not that… I need… I need your name, so I can admit your into the city.”

“Look, fella. I’m not going into your damn city. I’ve got stuff to do, got it?”

“But-But your… um… thing is broken…” he pointed somewhere besides her. She glanced over and there was a nervous little boy at her feet holding up a part of her vespa. Her eyes widened and she yanked it roughly from his hands and stared at it. “Oh goddammit! This is your fault!” she snapped at the man, kicking the kid away from her. “You and your rotten lemonade stand!” she hissed and shoved the part (somehow fitting it) in a bag on the back of her bike.

“S-S-Sorry, miss… um… take t-this please… I-it’s a j-journal…” he gulped and handed it to her. It was snatched up just as badly as everything else she’d been swiping. “So your… your… n-name…”

That wild smirk pulled over her face. Mischievous and deadly. She reached behind her and pulled the Rickenbacker bass guitar - model 4003 - from its hold and all at once wound back - “It’s Haruhara Haruko!” she yelled and then demolished his “lemonade stand” with him cowering back in the remaining corner of it. She pointed wildly at him. “When I get this baby fixed, I’m comin’ back here and finishing you off!”

“Oh… god…” he gulped quietly and hoped that he wouldn’t be on his shift when she did finally return. And hopefully he could fix his booth A.S.A.P too - would probably come out of his pay. Though it seemed other citizens were rushing from within all set to repair it, thank goodness.

Haruko grumbled, cursing ever speed bump that was behind her and uneasily rode her now wheezing vespa into the city.

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Larsa walked away from the boogieman and the girl, deep in thought. He was still thinking about the girl who knew his deepest thought. He walked back towards the gate where he came from. Perhaps he could go back out and maybe arrive back in Archades? He looked around in his way, trying to find someone unfamiliar to the surroundings, perhaps as lost as he is.

As he was standing near the gate, he caught sight of a woman, riding her bike. Her clothes wasn't familiar to where he came from but the bike was something that belonged to Ivalice. Perhaps she was from somewhere in his world. He approached the woman but merely stared at her. He wanted to say something, but intimidation stopped him from starting a conversation. The woman did not look happy.

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Haruko was definately not happy. First she completely gets thrown off track in finding Atomsk, and then she gets pulled here, and now she has to find some tools to fix her vespa, go back at kill that pest, and THEN - FINALLY - get herself out of this stupid place.

She glared off to the side. Someone was watching her. She snorted and kicked hard at her vespa, hearing it wheeze again as if groaning, and when it wheezed once more and sighed, she realized it wasn't going anywhere else anytime soon. Figures.

Haruko stood up on the seat of the vehicle and started to look around, hand up over her eyes shielding a fake sun (though it more looked like she was saluting) and then spotted her new target. Indeed, the boy seemed to be looking at her. A smirk wove its way slyly onto her face. "Well, well," she hummed and jumped off from her perch and started to march her way towards him - lucky for the boy, without her guitar.

She crossed her arms and bent forward, leaning over to scrutinize him. Haruko had no care for person-space. "Not like Takkun," she muttered. The boy would probably be useless to her. She reach out a gloved hand and even more-so disregarding his personal-space and prodded him, hard, in the middle of his forehead.

Several times. "Ahhh, damn. Just can' quite get it right," she drawled loudly. "You're just as useless as prob'ly everyone else here. Yep. Sheesh! What a waste of time. Don't even know why I bothered." She would've been extremely lucky if she found another Naota - over even Naota himself so she could beat the utter shit out of him - but it seemed Haruko's luck had been drained to 0%.

"Go on, little scum. Scamper off before..." she leaned her head back so he couldn't see it for a moment, and then after the "suspense" leaned it back forward with a crazed, sharp-toothed grin over her face as she cackled. "BEFORE I EAT YOU!!"


(( I'm such a horrible person XD Poor Larsa. ))

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Larsa almost jumped when she snapped at him. First a boogieman, now a woman in her PMS?

"I, uh, apologize for bothering you." He said, "I was just wondering if you are lost too, because so am I. Maybe we could travel as a party together, and maybe find a way out of this strange city. Maybe, can you give me your name, miss?"

(OOC- don't worry, I think he's getting used to it. He just met a boogieman x) )

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"Oo?" the small sound came from her after her face sank back to "normal." She seemed to be sulking, just a little, from the ineffect she had on the runt. Apparently they didn't make kids like they use to.

Or at least, not all kids were as screwed up in the mind as Naota.

Bothering you. Oh yeah. He was doing just that. Her hands twitched down at her sides. She didn't need people tagging around after her unless they were actually useful to her "cause" but she already decided that he wouldn't be.

Maybe she should just bash him in the forehead anyway, just for kicks.

"Pff, just 'cause I didn' want to come here, doesn't mean I'm lost. Why don't y'scamper off to find your mommy now, ehhh? Before I have to hurt you real good, understand, twit?" She didn't have time for things like this.

"Look kid," she added after a moment, "unless you have a box of tools that can be put in front of me in the next two seconds, then I can't see any reason for you to be useful."

She started back towards her vespa, mumbling words of annoyance. "Name is Haruha Raharu," she lied, trying not to laugh, smirking all the while with her back to him.

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Larsa was a bit sensitive about the family topic. But, nevermind. It's best to have company in a time like this, he gets lonely afterall.

"Um, I am afraid I do not have any tools to fix your bike however, I can be useful, I can fight. I can use magick to heal and also to attack foes. I may also prove myself useful for I have more than enough hi-potions to ease our injuries during battles. I do not wish to be a burden, I just felt maybe we can find the way to each of our homes if we help each other. I apologize once again, Miss Haruha." Larsa explained, it was not nice seeing her sulky, he hoped perhaps the idea of unlimited hi-potions might cheer her up, well it cheered Balthier up when he first found out.

"and I am Larsa, pleasant to meet you." He introduced himself, thinking it proper.

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Haruko couldn't help but be a bit baited by some of the things this boy said. She had made it back to her vespa and then tossed her head over her shoulder, face looking neutral. "Eh? What's a hi-potion? Some kinda soda? Spicy, perhaps?"

Everything else kind of went over her head. Fighting and "magick" was something she didn't need nearly ever. She could fight just fine on her own, especially when it wasn't anything from Medical Mechanica that she had to deal with. And it didn't look like she'd have any of those problems here.

Pff. This was all some joke, and this dinky kid was a part of it.

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"Hi-potions are very useful to heal your wounds. Perhaps I can also help fix your bike, I have a little experience in mechanics from a certain friend." he said.

"If we are to journey in a party, it might be easier to find our friends in this vast city. And afterall, I would think that a companion is suitable, afterall it may get lonely travelling alone." Larsa said again, however the woman did not look convinced.

He was not a child who could not take care of himself, but he could not go through alone. "Do pardon me if I seem irritating, but I do not wish to intrude you. If we shall journey as a party, I will accompany you and help as best as I may, this will be my vow."

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(( Sorry about the delay. ))

She didn't really care about hi-potions. She didn't care about the kid either. Traveling in a party was stupid and useless to her. A distraction. If anything, she would throw the kid in some line of fire and then take care of anything else herself. But she didn't want to tote the brat around until some danger came up.

Irritating and intruding. Ohhh that was going to provoke some of Haruko's bite! She hand a hand grazing on the top of her guitar, but stopped suddenly when a drop of water hit the tip of her nose and rolled down her face. She blinked, gripped the head of her guitar, started to turn around with a thought ready to come from her mouth -

- she was drenched in a matter of seconds. She twitched as rain continued to pelt down at her. Yellow eyes held a sharp glare to the brat as if it was his fault this downpour started. She bit out darkly. "Either get on my head to act as an umbrella, or get the hell running." Her hand tightened on the guitar.

This.

Sucked.

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Larsa was about to give up. It was raining, and it was getting dark. He is not so fond of that atmosphere. Umbrella? He has no hat or uymbrella or roof? He has nothing to cover his head save his flippy hair.

Larsa took off one of his many layers of jacket and offered it to the lady. "Perhaps, you can use it cover your head." Larsa was waiting for her reaction. If she does not look happy, he is ready to sacrifice his jacket and run away.

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(( She's such a bitch x.x Do you want one more post before I close it up? *pets poor Larsa* ))

Haruko grinned. Well, well. The little things in life that can be useful... and she can just snatch them right up. And she did just that, reaching her arm out like it was a crane and plucking up the jacket from the boy's hands. "Thanks a lot, brat."

She situated the jacket over her head. She could even get away with selling it later, probably. After she got in under cover, maybe ring out the jacket and advertise the jacket as a towel. She chuckled and gave the boy a strange wave. "Ha! And I have much better things to do instead of being seen around you. Oh, I'm surrrre you understand!" She should've tried to weasel more off him before she went and, well, dumped the kid.

But he was still irritating. And irritating people didn't hold her attention for long unless they were a punching bag.

"Ta!" was the last thing out of her mouth. She gave her vespa a sharp kick, listening to it gurgle out a watered-down wheeze and then produced a rope from one of her bags, looped it around its front, and proceded to tote the vehicle after her as if it were a dog. She had to get out of this rain, even if it seemed to be lightening up.

Or possibly changing. Haruko didn't care much. She had better things to worry about.

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(( OOC, Larsa's about to be more unfortunate than this i believe XD so Larsa runs for his life, I think we can close the thread :) )

The woman left Larsa without a companion, and without an extra coat. But he was glad she didn't turn him into a punch bag. Or even worse than that. Larsa walks away, trying to find a shelter for himself. In a single day, he had met a boogie man, a rather creepy girl, an insect on the tip of someone's nose and a woman who had very unstable temper. He had better get back to Arcadia. FAST.