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You see me at not my best [active]

Character(s): Fran and a pair of Reapers
Content: Pyreflied!Fran meets some Reapers.
Setting: somewhere
Time: Evening
Warnings: potential violence, at the least.

This place was all wrong. The trees were not trees, the sky was not a sky and there were too many voices. Too many voices and she couldn't get away. No, wherever she went they followed, singing of pain and, sorrow and despair.

The voice (Balthier, a small voice in the back of her head murmured) that had spoken through the strange box (journal) had told her stay put, but she couldn't. The voices were to restless for that; she had to move, wandering through the streets with a stride that was half lope and half limp. She doing what the voices told her and yet she could shake the vague feeling that there was something that she was supposed to have done. She just couldn't remember what or why.

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However much sense it made for a couple of Reapers to be drawn to all the death and destruction hereabouts, their presence was a coincidence. This was where the interesting stuff was thickest, after all, and as they kept exploring, more and more of it just kept springing up under their feet. Case in point:

They hadn't been looking for Fran. Her zombie-wailing on the message board had been mildly intriguing (okay, and also funny), but in the end it wasn't their problem - at least, until they happened to round a corner and there she was. They were still a little ways off from her, but close enough that Kariya recognized her pretty quickly. Tall, white-haired, rabbit-eared woman, moving strangely... all around, fit the description nicely.

"Well, well, what have we here?" he said, mostly to signal to Uzuki that he was stopping to rubberneck. (Granted, they were well within earshot of Fran, too, but from her, he didn't really expect a coherent answer.)

Uzuki's eyebrow raised as she came to a stop. She wasn't quite sure this was human, but she didn't think the rabbit girl was a Noise, either. And she didn't seem sane at all. Folding her arms across her chest, she tilted her head.

"What is it?" she asked, not caring if the rabbit girl heard her or not.

Fran did actually hear both comments - one of the advantages of having ears like hers - but as soon as she'd started to formulate a proper answer, the damnable voices had started up again, filling her ears and mind. They wanted death, they wanted pain to repay for what had been done to them.

They were strangers here. They didn't belong. They were strange and unnatural and not right and they would die. The only question was how, Fran's head turning towards the pair even as the voices argued amongst themselves.

For her part she'd wait until they got a bit closer before actually attacking them. The voices could wait that long at least.

So of course, casual as always, Kariya moved in closer. "'S the zombie chick," he explained over his shoulder, but without taking his eyes off her - she'd noticed the two of them, at least. (Awfully perceptive for a zombie, he noted.) "Fran, right?" he added, this time to her.

"Zombie?" Uzuki echoed, and chanced moving closer as well. Was this anything like the O-pin trouble they'd had back home? She really wasn't liking the similarities. But if this was anything like it...

"She might attack," Uzuki said, a hand resting on her gun. Better safe than sorry, after all. But there was a bit of a vicious sort of excitement in her tone--she did enjoy a good fight.

Fran. Yes, that was (had been?) her name. But getting that correct wouldn't be enough to stop what she had in mind. A name was just a name; she didn't know these people.

"Leave," she answered, her voice echoing strangely in her ears, although it would likely sound nearly like her normal voice to anyone else if perhaps a bit hollow.

And if they didn't leave, she'd have no problem in making them leave.

Uzuki's warning was noted, if not acknowledged. He hadn't failed to notice the parallels with the story she'd given him, either, which was actually a large part of why he was interested at all. If it did turn out similar, well.

"What, when we just got here?" he asked, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. "That's not very nice." Besides, the guy who'd been looking for her had said to keep her company, right? ... Well, and to notify him, but that could wait.

Uzuki tilted her head slightly, leaving the provocation-which-might-not-end-well to Kariya. She still couldn't tell if it was like the zombification back home, but it was close enough that it unnerved her. Not that it would stop her from enjoying any violence that sprung from this encounter.

If this was like the O-pin incident, though, there should be a source of her behavior. But who could tell if it was a pin or something else?

This time, Fran didn't bother answering Kariya's questions. Instead she merely scowled at him, shifting slightly from foot to foot to as the voices continued to argue and yell in her head.

If they wouldn't leave, then she'd just have to make them leave.

However, it wasn't going to be by bow and arrow, for all that she still had her bow slung across her back. Rather, she'd be taking them one in the manner the voices felt was right - with claws and nails - as she loped towards the pair.

They would regret staying here.

Whoops, looked like they'd pissed her off. Kariya clicked his tongue reprehensively as she approached. "Not nice at all..." he murmured, repositioning his feet slightly.

The catlike smirk on his face betrayed a certain enthusiasm, though. He hadn't come looking for a fight, but he wasn't gonna say no to one right now. What was a vacation without a chance to stretch your legs?

Uzuki acted more violently than Kariya--not unexpected if you knew her, but her reaction was just serious enough that those who did know her might also find it a bit odd. There was the usual grin, of course, but it wasn't as wide as usual, and as soon as her gun was drawn she fired, sending a rather dazzling sort of colored homing bullet at the rabbit girl. Then she darted back a bit. It was a more defensive fighting strategy than Uzuki normally employed.

But even her wariness wouldn't stop her from having fun. She giggled.

Bullets Fran was used to - how could she not be, with Balthier favoring guns - but homing bullets were quite out of her experience. Consequently, when the bullet missed her by a very narrow margin, she simply ignored it. Why should she bother when her prey was finally in reach?

Unfortunately just as she was finally nearing to strike the bullet she had so untimely ignored finally made its way back around to strike at her. The reaction it caused would have been almost amusing were it not for the fact that it showed off a rather impressive set of reflexes as she whirled to face the direction that the bullet had come from only moments after it had struck.

Of course, she didn't manage to find anything but for just a few moments her attention wasn't on the Reapers.

Kariya raised an eyebrow at his partner's tactics. Really, Uzuki? Really? True, the Reaper rulebook and all that don't-attack-them-directly stuff probably didn't apply here, but he'd been thinking to treat this as a game of keep-away - and had assumed she was, too. But apparently Uzuki thought they were already playing for keeps.

She was hiding it well, but something about this had her spooked. What, exactly, he'd have to ask later. But in all honesty, he had no interest in actually hurting Fran (at the moment).

He didn't follow Uzuki back, but instead casually turn-stepped between her and her target, pretending to be unaware that he was now blocking her line of fire. "Hey, Uzuki," he said before he'd stopped. "Why don't you let What's-His-Face know we found his Playmate?"

He didn't wait for her to argue; his attention was back on said Playmate and her next move. (Hogging all the fun? Well... maybe.)

She scowled at Kariya--he really didn't remember the situation before so how could he be so nonchalant about facing something he didn't know, even if he was Kariya--but, lowering her gun, she took out her journal.

She didn't put the gun away, of course.

"Spoilsport," she muttered.

Fran, on the other hand, had every intention of hurting the others - and no qualms about attack someone with their back turned to her. And Kariya's back presented an excellent target.

For this, her claws would be more than enough, as she loped up behind the man before launching himself at his back, claws ready to sink in and tear, provided that he didn't move out of the way in time. The voices would have what they wanted.

Had Kariya still been human, that probably would have nailed him. Fortunately, he wasn't, but it was still close. He turned back just in time to find Fran much closer than expected - "Whoops" - and his small wings flared as he all but threw himself sidewise and out of her way.

Dag, she was fast. But then, what had he expected, the tortoise?

He stopped a few yards away, at about 10 o'clock to her, hovering just enough off the ground that the toe of one shoe still touched it. Well, live and learn. He wasn't about to take his eyes off her again.

She was fast, sure. But he could be fast, too.

Uzuki only scowled again--at Kariya, for moving out of the way while she was busy telling the zombie's friend to go pick her up. But, with a cheery--almost habit, really--giggle at the rabbit girl, she darted back, this time using her wings to her advantage by gaining some height and standing atop an old-fashioned street light.

"Don't be rude," she said, "I'm trying to get your partner over here."

Uzuki had no idea if the woman would even understand what she was saying.

She heard at least, and part of her understood what that meant. Unfortunately the part of her that understood wasn't quite in enough control to get her to stop entirely. The voices wouldn't let her be calm enough for that. Even when they whispered it was nearly more than she could handle; now they had been awoken to full cry she was hard pressed to hear anything else.

But the mention of Balthier made her halt for just a moment all the same. Just a brief moment and then she was launching herself at Kariya once again.

This time, though, he was ready for her. Now that he was actually paying attention, Kariya timed his move better, zipping sideways again with his legs trailing behind him. Stopped before he got too far, of course - wouldn't be any fun if the cat knew she couldn't reach the string.

((ooc: shall we transition over to here (http://community.livejournal.com/paixaorpg/358986.html) shortleh?))

It looked like Kariya could handle himself now--as long as he didn't zone out or get lazy (...lazier than usual) or any of the many things that Kariya might do. So she finished up her conversation with Balthier and snapped the journal shut at her leisure.

"He should be coming soon!" she called, and bounded back to the ground some distance away from Fran.

So the both of them had joined in the fray now? Well, that was hardly a bother in the long run, and if anything the voices sounded almost pleased to have two targets instead of one. Admittedly, with two to play with instead of one, physical attacks wouldn't be going to of any particular use.

But as things stood, the pair wasn't anywhere near close enough for a spell to hit the both of them - and only the one was willing to risk death for sure. So for the time being she'd focus on him, rushing in once again, claws ready to strike.

((okiedoke then tagged here. (http://community.livejournal.com/paixaorpg/358986.html)))

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