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paixaorpg2007-05-08 01:02 am
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Nothing But a Shadow [Completed]
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.
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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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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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.