Description: Naerose and Ayame are on what seems like a routine guard mission for two Blackjack Operatives but when a man dressed in black shows up, it becomes anything but. The Weapons Mistress and Witch manage to drive the man off but not without the man taking something along with him.
Ah, the steamy, rough neighborhood that is the Idustrial district of Metro city. The night sky is punctuated by what few street lamps still work, illuminating patches along this stretch of road here and there but leaving much of it cast in darkness. The freeway runs by overhead on a bridge but this time of night there isn't much traffic on it, leaving the area quiet except for the occasional passing vehicle up top on the bridge.
It's down below that a large moving truck has been backed up outside of a particular industrial plant. Its back end opened up, a couple of workers are moving hefty boxes into the vehicle. New hardware for the mercenary outfit, intended to be delivered to the Casino out on the outskirts. Of course, this much valuable merchandise requires escorts and tonight the duty fell to Ayame and Naerose, though two more unalike cohorts would be hard to find.
Sitting atop a crate, her legs dangling over it, Ayame just stares at her partner for this seemingly easy mission. In her left hand she idly flips a shiny butterfly knife open and closed and in her right hand she balances a throwing knife by its sharp point on the tip of her finger. Mouth tight lipped and expression unfriendly, everything about the girl easily suggests 'Don't talk to me if you don't want to get stabbed.' Hopefully the loading won't take long.
The two couldn't have more different mannerisms though. As Ayame tries her best to communicate with her body language and even perhaps willing Naerose into silence with her mind. . it is to no avail. The fact was Naerose wasn't ever good at picking up on cues, or she was and just didn't care. She was leaning on the ground, in easy view of Ayame, looking unhostile and lazy with her back to the crate. Her broom was against one shoulder and both hands around some 'merchandise' from a certain mercenary group was in her hands making a racket. It was a phone, in some respects, but so so much more. Company funds had paid for this iphone which was now being used to play video games, fully hacked to allow the witch to install more homebrew on it and then to play puzzle bobble. She needed to practice for the return of LiX.
It was awkward like this for some time before now between Ayame and the witch. They both most of known the other was in the outfit, but the witch for her part never let it show, no matter what amount of animosity was given her, she pretended simply as if she didn't know the other girl, or perhaps she really didn't. When handed this assignement, her complaint was more directed at how cold it would be outside and how boring this sort of work was, then who her partner was. Still, the silence was too awkward and contrary to the wishes clearly written by the other girl, the witch spoke.
"Hey, you wanna get something to drink or something ? It's cold out here and anyway, I could really use some chocolate chip muffin goodness about now."
*flick* *flick* *flick* The girl quietly opens and closes the butterfly knife, easily rolling it over her fingers and palm of her left hand. Her right hand continues to balance the throwing knife by its point, as if such an exercise took almost zero concentration for Ayame to maintain. *flick* *flick* *flick*
And then Naerose speaks and the knife flipping stops, the throwing knife allowed to drop into her right palm as Ayame stares at the red hatted witch, mouth curling into a very clear frown. Chocolate chip muffin goodness, eh? It is kind of cold, but the little hellion would rather brave the elements than go anywhere with Naerose.
"Go ahead," the sullen girl huffs, her breath vaguely visible in what little light the lamp outside the warehouse provides. Her tone doesn't suggest much interest.
The witch peers over her iphone at Ayame, her shades reflecting street lamps in the cold night before she returns her gaze to the iphone. Fancy apple display reflects in those black teashades and the red clad witch makes no effort to move. A pout forms. A big pout.
"Aww, see now that's the kind of attitude that's hurting our team, you and me, I can't go alone, going to a coffee shop alone is really sad and besides..." she mouths 'I don't wanna get in trouble'.
Once again the hostility is a wash with the woman as she continues to play her game, and it further continues the whole conversation that was never wanted to begin with.
"You know, I kind of wonder why it gets so cold without much snow. I so want to go snowboarding or something this year, hey, I bet you're into that or skating?" The witch looks over at Ayame again,
"You totally have the look."
Meanwhile Aranha stuck to the darkness. After finding out where this shipment would be Aranha decided to prepare. He figured it would give him an opportunity to see who was in the outfit and cause a little chaos.
He drops down on one knee in a particularly shadowy corner located near a dumpster, dressed from neck to toe in black. The only exception is his face but that soon changes when he slides on a faceless mask. He just knows he doesn't want to be associated with this situation. He checks the black leather pouch with his things and begins to approach closer not venturing from the darkness quite yet. Instead he's waiting patiently for his opportunity to strike.
As he waits he notices two familiar faces. Naerose and Ayame. As he takes a moment to quietly muse to himself. 'So she is with Blackjack'
Drat. Ayame was hoping Naerose really would go get something to eat or drink and leave her in peace to sit and glare at the world in general. It's all she can think to do while waiting for the truck to be loaded. A glance is cast toward the men doing all the heavy lifting. Can't they load any /faster/?
But Naerose doesn't pursue the idea, instead opting to keep talking to Ayame in spite the younger girl's sour attitude. When asked what she's into, Ayame rolls her eyes skyward, "There's snow in the mountains, you might want to go there." And stay there, is implied in her tone. "And yes, I know how to skate but no, I don't enjoy it." Maybe she grew out of it. Or maybe she's just being difficult. As for looking like a skater? Everyone seems to have their own ideas on Ayame. Some think she's a goth, others a loli, others some kind of street punk, others some kind of high school girl gone horribly wrong. She doesn't really care.
But there are things she can picture enjoying doing right. And one of them she decides to just go ahead and do, perhaps against better judgement. The throwing knife that she was balancing on her right hand's finger a moment ago is sent flipping through the air... on a collision course directly for Naerose's nice red hat. Pin the knife on the witch? That's a game Ayame can get behind!
OHMYGOD. Did she really just throw a knife at her hat? The witch lowers herself slowly and the hat stays put. Yes. Yes she did. She turns off her iphone, her face seemingly frozen. It's shock, it's alarm it's.. it's. a blank look. *Thhuuunk* She reaches up and tugs and pulls and eventually gets the knife out. The witch then places her iphone in her hat and tosses the knife the nearest drain. Then she turns to Ayame.
The look on the witch can only be described as amusing, she is trying to look stern, but.. come on it's Naerose.
"So umm.. You're kind of a bitch, out of your mind and did you know I have a pet bunny? I usually keep him in the hat? I mean.. I know some crazy people, but not a whole lot so horrible that they need to pick on poor defenseless bunny rabbits. Seriously, you should get some professional help, that's just cruel." The witch frowns, frowns big.
"I mean, if you're so angsty about your own life or what's going on here, you should be especially sympathetic about a poor defenseless bunny rabbit, if not, you know? Fudge you. Seriously I mean that, pardon my french."
The witch is lecturing someone? On animal rights and sanity???
Aranha quietly laughs to himself so amused at Ayame and Naerose's antics. It appears that he wouldn't have to work hard to cause chaos. Truth be told Aranha probably would've been tempted to do quite the same thing as Ayame if placed in the same situation. Aranha however has a 'job' to do.
He pulls out a few cologne bottle sized containers and then he grabs a beer bottle filled with some liquid and a paper wick, before producing a lighter and setting the paper wick ablaze before sending it rolling them to a group of crates.
Before he the container explodes he's already moving to another hiding spot lighting the cologne bottle sized containers filled with thermite and throwing a few more at other groups of crates, changing his angles and making it hard for anyone to get a fix on location.
Ayame watches Naerose chuck her little throwing knife down the nearby drain with a bit of a frown. That was rude! But her eyes lock back on Naerose as the witch turns to face her directly and... proceed to rant at her. Well, well, that got a reaction.
The tirade is endured, Ayame staring back silently, her expression shifting from neutral to amused, her frown becoming a smirk as she presses her right hand against the crate and slips down, her boot-clad feet hitting the concrete. "Yeah, yeah," comes the reply as she lifts her right hand up holds it over her mouth, feigning a very disinterested yawn. "Just shuddup already. Unless," The knife in her left hand gets flipped back open, blade barely catching the light of the nearby lamp, "you want to make something of it."
Her right hand goes to rest at her hip as Ayame tosses her hair over her shoulder with a practiced shake of her head. "I'd like to see you try. Heh. I bet you couldn't even so much as lay a finger on-"
Her taunting gets cut off by the sound of glass rolling against the concrete off to the side - a prelude to an explosion amongst a number of the crates. "Che," the girl grunts, whirling around in the direction of the conflagaration. But there's a sound of someone moving elsewhere, she just can't get a lock on it. Gritting her teeth, the girl crouches then leaps up onto the back of the moving truck, getting a much higher perspective over the immediate area as she quickly begins to scan their surroundings. "Get some extinguishers on those fires!" she snaps impatiently to the men who were up until now busy with moving boxes around. Looks like there's action to be had tonight after all. Her left hand tightens over the handle of her blade. Someone's going to get it the second she gets a fix on their location...
The witch is staring at Ayame, or at least she seems to be staring at her, but then it becomes apparent she's not really listening at all. The knife comes out and the witch looks at it then. She checks her smile in the shiny blade and then goes an unimpressed,
"Ooo shiny, you know the man with the golden gun thinks he's oh so tough."
Something explodes then the witch gets a big grin on her face. Ayame is totally going like she intends to close in on someone that she doesn't even know where to find. The witch decides to let Ayame go and casually tries to get on top of some crates compliments of her broom. Ziiip.
Right, she watches Ayame and tries to flank the other side, she's going to do her job right? Or maybe she just wants to steal someone's shoes. She hops to another crate looking for the invader.
The explosions did what they needed to and that was cause chaos. However there's still more mayhem to create. Aranha kneels down once more and leaves one last bottle with just enough of a fuse that he could be some distance away before it goes off and then he circles around the attempt to flank.
At this point, the masked man comes out of hiding. Coming from almost out of nowhere he launches himself at the witch in an attempt to take the witch off of her legs and off of the crate and drop her on her back with a dull thud.
COMBATSYS: Aranha has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Naerose has joined the fight here.
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Ayame would have some choice things to say to Naerose by about now, but the girl is able to put things aside for a bit the moment it looks like Blackjack property is being threatened. Men scurry to start putting out fires, but everything is in a state of commotion and it's hard to pick out what's going on from atop the truck when the lighting is messed up so much by the flickering flames.
Then there's movement off to the side, someone darting toward Naerose. In spite her antipathy toward the red-clad woman, she is a cohort like it or not. "Look out!" the girl calls down toward her, too far away to do much of anything about it. Naerose... well, Naerose will have to take care of herself for a moment, because Ayame is quickly scanning the area for any signs of anyone else. There seems to be too much happening at once for this to be a one man operation...
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits Naerose with Medium Throw.
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A hand comes and is grabbing at th witch who is in the process of trying to go from one crate to the other, she's almost in mid air then literally dragged off of her broom and down onto the ground. She's thusly convinced that there are zombies here and that they are trying to eat her brains. Others might say, 'Dude, you don't need to worry about that,' but the witch is not taking any chances from zombie brain eaters, she decides to go all out. Blackjack merchandise be damned! She flings her 'magic' every which way.
"En Criento En criento En criento!"
Only one of those blasts might even be near to hitting her target of Aranha, the others? Just explode creats in the witches panic.
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Naerose's End Creation.
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Aranha is no brain eater. And besides he moves way too fast to be a zombie which is why none of the blasts hit him. He bobs and weaves carefully dodging the blasts of 'magic' and lets them destroy the crates. In the masked fighter's honest opinion, the fact that he got Naerose to destroy Blackjack's own stuff warms him deep inside.
While the witch is downed he moves around to her side and kicks at her head before reaching down to snatch the witch's hat off of her head. After that whether either the moves he makes are successful, he glances towards Ayame. He doesn't want any surprises unless he's the one giving them.
At first Ayame is confused. There seems to be more explosions going off, but she can't spot anyone responsible for them... and then it clicks - Naerose is setting them off with her own energy manipulation and Ayame sighs a little, bringing her right hand up to rest against her forehead and shake her head.
"Quit playing games with him," the girl calls down from off the top of the truck, seeming quite content to play backseat ring-side council. "Take him down, he seems to be alone!"
The strawberry-blonde waits for a moment, stretching her arms out at her sides. She's not going to let Naerose get destroyed on her own, but she's also skeptical that this guy is really alone. Extinguishers are fired at some of the fires, causing a cloud of smoke and fumes to rise up in some parts of the area, making it even harder to see what's going on.
Well, Ayame isn't going to let this little pest get away. He thinks he can mess with their stuff, huh? Her right hand pulls a reel of wire thin cable from one side of her belt while her left hand fishes out a weight from the pouch on her left side. Hooking the weight onto the rope, the girl has herself a handy rope dart. Convenient for smacking heads around but also a handy way to snare a fast moving pest.
She waits until the assailant goes after Naerose a second time (And after her hat! *gasp*) before flinging the pointed weight down at a sharp angle toward the back of his head. Up on the back of the truck, she has the perfect vantage point to be an absolute menace with her ranged attacks...
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits Naerose with Medium Kick.
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And man does that smart? Actually it shouldn't because it's a boot to the head, but it does, cause it means hurt right? So yeah, it smarts, the witch is totally like, OW ow ow ow ow,
but there isn't anything audible, just a crack of her getting kicked in the head and her hat coming off. It was a total sneak attack. She was dragged out of the air and tossed on the ground and then beated by some serious kickage, so where was the messing around here. The witch is almost down right dour, except she's too busy holding her forehead. She doesn't care so much about her hat but realizes Ayame is coming. A look of determination crosses her lips and her eyes over the rims of her shades. She doesn't attack Aranha, now she just tries to grab his foot, content to stay on the ground. This, was called teamwork. Hold the intruder and let her comrades finish them.
COMBATSYS: Naerose assists Ayame.
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COMBATSYS: Aranha blocks Ayame's Medium Fling.
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Aranha cares very much so about the witch's hat if only because of what the hat contains. In particular, the phone. He barely has time to fish the phone out before the rope dart descends upon him.
He tries to decide whether to get out of the way or to just swat it aside but he notices that there's just something he didn't like about the way the dart was traveling. Unfortunately he didn't get a good enough look at it to figure out what exactly he didn't like. As a result he swings a hand out as he rises back to his feet to knock the dart aside averting a damaging situation but also numbing his hand
But he still has to address the problem of there being a Naerose on his leg. He raises a foot up high and then drives it down forcing the Blackjack operative to decide whether she's going to hold on and take brutal stomp to her body or defend herself and release his foot.
Her dart reflected, Ayame growls, tugging on the cable to retract the weapon back up to her height. She could just keep hurling it at him, she's bound to get a hit in eventually. He can't keep up with her AND Naerose, can he? That would just be way too much for someone to do on his own, the girl is certain.
But she also wants to snag the male for questioning, so in the end, Ayame coils the cable over her shoulder and leaps up into the air to come down behind Aranha just as he's forced to deal with the fact that Naerose is trying to hold him place. Huh, maybe she IS good for something, the rarely amused girl admits to herself as she charges in. The knife she was flipping around earlier is no where to be seen as her hands come up to try and get a grip around Aranha's neck from behind.
If she gets that hold, she'll drop backward, trying arch his back over the tops of her knees in a very painful hold, "You're not going anywhere!"
COMBATSYS: Naerose endures Aranha's Colossal Kick.
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Shake shake shake shake the Naerose Naerose naerose. Shake and smash as he wants, Aranha is not getting this witch to let go that easily, he'll have to do better than that as she just tries to hug onto his leg, only her weight, flailed around as it is, will cause him to fall over at this rate if he doesn't manage to get away or something right? She isn't letting go, not while,
"Gimme back my hat gimme back my, " he seems not interested in the hat,
"No way, I was working on my puzzle bobble score! You bastard!" The witch tries to drag the hero down, her beautiful form taking a beating. She considers this tragic as there is that show about models coming up and she always wanted to be on it , or at least a guest judge for little miss sunshine. It is just these sorts of random thoughts that enable her to hold on.
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Ayame's Medium Throw.
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COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Naerose's Strong Throw.
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The witch continued to hold onto him and he began to realize that he would need to get out of her grasp since Naerose's sense of self preservation wasn't coming into play at this point. He continues to wiggle and as the witch tries to drag him down. He gets just enough give in her grip that he's able to pull himself free.
Even after freeing himself he still finds that he has to deal with Ayame flipping up and over him and attempting to grab him but he crouches down in a spin before rising up in that same spin to backhand the other thief.
COMBATSYS: Ayame fails to interrupt Short Kick from Aranha with Quick Throw.
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Well, this is going south pretty fast in Ayame's mind. This one guy has blown up some goods and managed to do pretty well against the two enforcers on duty that were supposed to keep it safe. Weaving in between the two girls, he manages to completely avoid getting caught at all, ducking down under Ayame's grip and coming back up with a swift backfist.
The attempt is made to put a stop to that strike as Ayame's hands come up, fingers barely managing to come in contact with his arm before he strikes her cheek hard enough to knock the featherweight to the side, stumbling a couple of steps before catching herself with her hand against her crate. Hissing as she looks over her shoulder, she decides questioning is optional. This punk is going down.
Her hand slips down to her belt, reaching for something to deal with this persistant nuisance.
The witch decides to do a totally different approach. She is shaken off, and thus she decides to get up. To her feet and points at the attacker and says,
"Hey, stop it! Do you know what you're even doing? This is Metro city, the crime ridden city, I'm doing this odd job for a private security company. See? Private security firm, so either you're some sort of vandal thief, or you got the wrong idea about this. Do you see gang signs? Come on mister, don't be a jerk, you already cost this perfectly innocent company hundreds of dollars.. Actually I think it's a non-profit group. Can you tell me I'm wrong huh?"
The witch doesn't actually just stand there though and try to talk the attacker down, she also watches him, regards his movements and adjusts her shades carefully.
COMBATSYS: Naerose focuses on her next action.
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Can he tell her she's wrong? Well actually he can, and he doesn't need to use his ability to read tells though all told it's an imperfect art. Will he? No. He can be identified by his voice and he still doesn't need that to happen right now. But he did have to give Naerose credit. She probably had no idea how right that vandal thief part was.
The masked fighter wants to get ready to make tracks because he has done what he came here to do and while he still was doing well against the Blackjack enforcers he still was outnumbered and just couldn't afford to stick around much longer.
Knowing that he can't retreat right away, he sets up the building blocks for his retreat in the form of a spinning side kick to Ayame's stomach before attempting to spin away from the two women.
The witch tried, she really did, she tried to convince the fella not to cause trouble, but he wouldn't listen. That was something Naerose wasn't good against. Villain types who couldn't be tricked as easily, who didn't have morality or charity for her to take advantage of. So she goes to plan B.
"Right then, in that case.." Her finger raises into the air to summon fourth a javelin of ice.
She doesn't seem to realize that the idea of using a large projectile will probably just send her opponent away from her, seriously they have a better chance of getting away when you put stuff between you and them.
"Sagita Major!" she exclaims before flinging the projectile toward the vandal.
COMBATSYS: Ayame interrupts Change-Up Kick from Aranha with Harvest's Reaper.
- Power hit! -
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Bounce off her to make his escape, eh? Ayame doesn't think so. Already having been reaching for her staff the moment Aranha came at her, the girl has the vicious weapon in place by the time the young man's foot slams out to try and crush her guts in. "Nice try," comes the quiet growl -
And then it's the combination of three swift but brutal strikes, one after the other, with the red-chi laced polearm that the girl smacks into him, each strike dishing out a small explosion of red chi as Ayame aims to drive him hard to the ground with the final crushing slam. The strikes are given every ounce of strength she's got, slamming with enough force to break the bones of weaker fighters and gash skin from force alone. But it isn't enough to take this one down completely, it seems.
That should pin him down long enough, she figures, stepping forward with the intent to drive her staff against his back and hold him still... That's when she becomes aware of the incoming flying ball of energy from Naerose's direction and eeks, hopping back out of the way! Unfortunately it means the vandal gets his shot at escaping, but Ayame doesn't want to get blasted by Naerose-powaa... and besides, maybe it'll take him down rather than chase him off?
COMBATSYS: Naerose successfully hits Aranha with Sagitta Major.
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Aranha didn't quite expect that response even though at this point he knows how Ayame fights. He's struck hard by the chi-laced polearm stumbling to and fro until he's driven downward by the powerful impact, held there as the javelin of ice shoots at him.
The masked fighter tries to dive out of the way of the ice weapon but at the last moment he realizes the futility of attempting to dodge it and so he grits his teeth and takes the pain and then he pushes it aside long enough to reach into his pouch for a few more bottles. He lights them up and begins running for dear life as he dumps all of the remaining bottles behind him. In the end there's only a wall of explosions left in the wake of the Spider's escape.
Aranha doesn't manage to get through Ayame's defenses, but with all those attacks flying everywhere, the window of opportunity for him to make his escape still becomes a lot wider than the young weapons maven can close off. Blasted by Naerose's attack, he doesn't drop like she would have hoped and instead covers his escape with a final assault of exploding bottles.
Ducking around the back end of the truck to avoid any flying glass shards, the girl spares a parting glance after the masked figure that takes off running. With the final wave of fires in his wake, she can't really give the chase that she normally would. "Che."
A glance is cast over toward Naerose. The two of them should've been able to keep this from happening. Maybe the witch's comment about them not working too well together as a team has some significance. But there is one small solace. The young Blackjack enforce lifts up her staff that she had used to clobber the boy. Brown eyes inspect the length of it up and down... Hn, nothing stands out at first, but she's not a forensics expert. She does suspect, however, Elle might know one... "Get these fires out," the girl barks at the workers before she starts on a circuit to add up the losses. What a night.
COMBATSYS: Ayame has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Aranha has left the fight here.
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Log created on 23:46:28 01/02/2008 by Aranha, and last modified on 14:05:20 01/03/2008.