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paixaorpg2007-01-28 05:17 pm
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Bombs Away! [Complete]
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.
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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"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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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.