Nothing But a Shadow [Completed]

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Character(s): Haruhara Haruko, lumen, anyone
Content: Haruko decides to start drinking a bit after her encounter with Xemnas.
Setting: The Wild Ginger [K5]
Time: Late morning
Warnings: You'd think with her getting drunk her personality would worsen, but, well... it is said that sometimes drunks become opposite their normal personality.




It wasn't that she had been flustered by what had happened, but it was more like something, well, unexpected, so in turn, she hated it. Of course Haruko had seen something of the sort coming, after all with the established police forces, she figured she'd be caught by one of them. But... that man... he wasn't a local of Paixao. There was something strange about him. It made her snort and want to take her gaze away from the power he had. The power that she didn't have. A mad reminder about the losses she had at catching Atomsk.

"You will go back inside the city."

Like hell she would. But she did. He wasn't playing any games with her, and her attacks that certainly weren't games had no effect of him. They didn't even touch him. It was infuriating. He was mocking her.

Haruko scoffed. The life of her yellow vespa got her to where she wanted to be before it sputtered and weezed angrily at her. She gave it a swift kick in the side, not caring a damn.

The Wild Ginger was quieter than she would have imagined. But a place to drink was all she cared about. Wash that scene from her mind. The black cloak, the face she couldn't see, but that small glint of eyes...

...how she wanted to get one punch onto the bastard.

There were some folk around trying to clean up the place. Haruko wasn't sure what exactly had happened, nor did she care much for it, like her vespa, like... the last day or so. Sure, she made a bit of profit, but not as much as she had been aiming for, and she had been robbed from that girl's money that she had been... well... robbing.

Haruko was on her forth glass of some strange concoction that the bartender had grudgingly given to her. None of the blondes seemed to want to talk about what had happened. Haruko wouldn't have spoken with them anyway. Her upper body was laying across the counter, eyes lazily staring into her murky glass from the side. She found herself lost within it.

Everything about her was lax. The only motions of life she gave was picking up her empty glass and waving it in the air until the tender came back with a sigh, took it, and refilled her. He only once asked about payment and she flashed something but didn't give it up yet. Eventually... eventually... everything was eventual.

Eventually she'd show that black-cloaked-freak a real fight.

Eventually she'd get out of this city.

Eventually she'd find Atomsk.

Too many eventuals. She needed another drink.     

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Word traveled quickly in Paixao, and a feline-shaped lumen who lived around the Wild Ginger and had heard the bar owners and patrons gossipping about a woman causing trouble at a gate was a bit startled to find that the woman had entered its home and ordered drink after drink after drink from the keeper. It was even more startled that the woman who had caused so much ruckus was now completely limp against the bar, save for the occassional lift of her head to drink from a glass, and the motions of her arm with the glass when it was empty to get a refill.

The lumen had never quite seen a foreigner so relaxed after drinking alcohol-- usually foreigners got tense or troublesome when intoxicated. It prowled slowly closer until it was right in front of the woman's face, and there it stopped, waiting, tense and ready to leap away should she prove as hostile as the rumors this lumen had overheard.

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Haruko tossed back another of the strangely colored drinks, eyes as hazy as her mind, just the way she was liking it. In the "clear" part of her mind (which much of it wasn't left), she was damning about everything their was, including the bar tender who was looking at her with a pitying gaze. Tch. She didn't need anyone's pity. Sure, she could've handled her previous situation better - though she wouldn't have given in even if she had the choice again - but hey! Even someone like her knew when to fold her cards.

Haruko had pity for the people that worked here. That was the truth of the matter. She had pity for every damn person that kept coming through the gates of the city, and she had pity for that goddamn man in black that apparently had nothing better to do than give Haruko a hard time.

Her eyes focused, just a bit, and when her eyes and brain finally connected signals, she was in the process of falling backwards, stool and all, and collapsing to the ground. Apparently she was drunk enough to not realize when something approached in front of her.

She was glad there wasn't really anyone in the bar. Sluggishly, she set the stool back on its legs and crawled up it, eying the creature unblinkingly. Her first thought was if the creature came out of someone's forehead, but then realized that was more than silly and that she shouldn't should have another drink. Her hand stumbled to grab her empty glass (knocking it over and fumbling as it rolled around til she finally nabbed it again) and waved it around until the tender finally took it again.

"S'what are you?" she finally drawled to the creature. It seemed fuzzier looking than everything else to her. The colors of it blurred with their surroundings, or at least that's how she saw them. "Figment of m'imagination, right? Rrrrrright... 'm goin' crazy again... yeah..."

She then knocked over the now-filled glass and watched, dazed, as the liquid poured out across the counter and the creature's feet. "Ahhh... whoops... river... haaa..."

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(OOC: It's okay, I haven't posted for some of my characters in ages... ^.~)

The cat-like creature sprang away as the glass tumbled down and spilled amber contents across the counter. This woman was no doubt intoxicated to a point which could kill many beings. It didn't know everything about what had happened at the gate, but it did know that the woman had been dangerous there, had taken over the gate, and that it had taken one of the dark-cloaked ones to drive her away and back into the city.

Why that last part? Paixao was a nice city. It had its problems here and there, unstable economy, the constant influx of troublesome foreigners like her, but the lumens did their best for that latter part, the Paixaoans did their best to take care of the former, and the city hadn't suffered too badly for those things yet. Why would anyone, foreigner or no, try to leave Paixao?

The lumen left these questions alone, knowing the foreigners would spew about things they needed to do and family that would miss them, and turned its attention instead to grooming its paws where the woman's drink had splashed, as the bartender ran a cloth over the mess to clean it off before offering her... another drink. Regardless of the fact that the woman was only safe because she was blitzed, the feline wondered to itself if perhaps she'd had enough already...

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"Ehhh...? Ohhh..." She didn't want anything else to drink. Moving... felt funny. And she wasn't sure if she was hallucinating or if something was really there. It... looked cat-like enough, so surely it would enjoy a nice, peaceful conversation.

Honestly.

It's not like Haruko was always this peaceful!!

She glared hard enough at the bartender that he quickly relocated himself, leaving the creature that he muttered a quick "lumen" about and her last drink that looked like the last thing she ever wanted to see.

Haruko only missed one thing, and that was her chance to finally catch up with Atmosk (again) and wisk away his powers that she saw certainly fit to be hers. Maybe if they had been before, she would've been able to show that black-robed man a thing or two!

Instead... instead, what? She was like a lead weight at the moment. And suddenly, she was managing to move a hand, just enough to poke the creature to see if it was real.

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The lumen, startled, jerked away from the intrusive hand, arched its back, and replied to the woman's poke by pawing at her hand. Its claws were retracted for now, it would remain harmless for as long as the woman remained harmless. And it seemed that the large quantities of alcohol had put her into something of a stupor, leaving her quite harmless.

So the feline put up with her antics with a mildly annoyed good grace that many lumens might not have bothered with. It was solid enough, for all that the shimmering glow of its blue-white fur suggested a ghost, it was warm, it was breathing, it was real. Maybe not a real cat, but it didn't mind being a lumen and not a real cat.

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(( *shot* Errr... yeah... gonna close this post and send her elsewhere. Lumen can follow if it wants. She's gonna be asleep in the middle of the road probably. ))