Description: A poor, helpless drunk person is in the park, easy to take advantage of. No, it's not Jira, it's Roland. After some banter, the one-armed bandit and the sword-gun girl get in a brawl. Everyone wins, because it involves a bar afterwards.
Jira had been idly lounging in the park and watching the people roaming by in quiet. Leaning back on a standing bench, infact tipping it back so only the rear legs are connected to the ground and her legs swinging in the air just over the ground with her arms spread out on the backrest and right arm. An expression of boredom sums up her face and posture, head lazily resting onto her right shoulder and glimmering pink eyes quietly locking onto everyone she hasn't yet seen.
Boredom. Aye, that has also been what draws a certain figure through the park. Roland has never taken his training seriously, and in the last months has done even less about it. Always a natural, his primary motivation is gone now. Pitfighting feeds his vices, which happen to be booze and gambling. He's strong enough to beat up MOST people he runs up against, and no longer cares about the odd outlier. Yet right now, he's striding along one of the paths, a bit unsteady. An open bottle is in his good left hand, wearing a long leather duster and a classic cowboy fedora. A five o'clock shadow is rather close to reaching midnight with his neglect, and it's clear from the missing sleeve that he's supposedly handicapped. Yet he has a rather potent chi; in terms of latent wasted potential, he 'feels' much higher class than he really is, although he is the equivalent of the finest steel honed into a cheap prison shank, blunt and ineffective. Still, his eyes squint in Jira's direction, making something of a face. "What're you lookin' at?" he asks, confrontational for no reason. "Isn't it a bit late for girls to be in this park?!"
The woman turns her head and flashes her eyes at the oncoming.. cowboy figure. Her gaze scans over all of the newcomer's form, taking note of missing sleeve and unkempt facial hairs, then finally at the bottle. A highly notable frown of disappointment carves onto her face, and then he spoke.
Jira turns her head up curiously and listens, then chuckles. "I think I'm looking at a stranger, and picking up hints of misogyny as well." she responds and leans forward, setting the bench back to level status. "Are you looking for someone, partner?"
Yep, there's no doubt that Roland is inebriated. His shamble forward has come to a stop, opposite the bench by a few meters. Another chug of the beer follows, absently swiping at his mouth with a sleeve. "Missing genie what?" he states, sounding offended despite not knowing the word. Squinting forward, he does slightly perk. "Oooh...? Actually, you don't look half bad." he coos, as if this is somehow supposed to be a flattering statement. "And yes. I have a friend who is sometimes in this neck of the woods. I was going to throw my beer bottle at her head. You haven't seen an annoying girl in a skirt, have you? Has a staff? ...Really annoying?" Hic. "Ugh."
Her head rolls forward, then picks up before she lets out a hum. Her left arm draws from the back of the bench and instead rests at her side. "I can't say I recall an annoying skirted gal with a stick passing here lately, but if I do I'll signal for you." she replies and offers a slightly forced smile. "Are you feeling alright, stranger-san? You seem a little under the weather there, do you need someone to walk you home?" her tone is warm and kind. "Or help getting to wherever you may be going?"
"Damnit." Roland mumbles, scratching at his beard awkwardly, as if not entirely used to the whole 'missing limb' thing. It's been a few years, but an absent mind never fully forgets a lifetime's instinct. Although he does consider Jira carefully at that, tapping the lip of his beer bottle against a cheek. "Company's never a bad thing." he offers. "But my imminent home's going to be the bar again, I reckon." Turning, he starts an unsteady gait once more, sighing as he gazes at the drink, imagining it exploding on Ayame's head... some dreams are cruelly unfulfilled. "And I don't buy girls drinks if they are the coy type..." Hic! It doesn't seem he gets even the slightest hint of danger from Jira, but all evidence points to him being a dense idiot. If he's acting, he is one of the greatest geniuses to ever live.
She continues to eye him curiously and hops onto her feet with a pair of clacks from her boots hitting the ground. "Heading to a bar, in the state you're in?" she questions and calmly slips over next to him- on the right side. "I think I'll tag along and make sure you don't get in trouble." of course by that she means she's just going to stay nearby and keep an eye on him. Though in the entirety of the encounter her eyes haven't left his form at all.
"If I can walk, I ain't had enough to drink yet!!" Roland snaps towards Jira, turning back in her direction a moment. "What do you care?! You should be the one worried about being attacked or something. Hrmph." The last of his bottle is gone, and a few wistful glances are cast through the trees before he continues on in a random direction that leads nowhere but deeper into the bowels of the darkened park. "But I'm in a constant state of being in trouble. That's how I keep out of it; I'm already boned." The bottle is twirled a few times, before he hurtles it overhead. It goes remarkably fast and precise, shattering on a distant tree trunk. "...Damn, woulda smashed her good..." he mumbles.
Jira's trigger finger has other plans, she jumps hearing the bottle crash and already she's slammed a round into her piece and CRAKK, firing at the tree with a narrow miss into the distance. Loud, roaring echoes bounce in the forest and Jira coaxes the spent shell out and blows on it- into her pocket it goes. "Don't DO that!" she exclaims and lightly nudges the stranger with her shoulder. Letting her left arm drop with her hand loosely holding her gun.
Okay, that's surprising. Roland ducks about two seconds after the shot goes off, whirling around and ducking his head. "The--The holy hell?!" Well, that's really not weird. Most people aren't crazy enough to be in a surly area unarmed. "Jesus." Wincing as he digs a finger into his ear, Roland continues on his aimless quest once more. "You realize guns don't work on proper fighters, right?" he offers, despite his recent act as a headless chicken. "Like me." Puffing up his chest, he thumps it with his thumb. "A gun like that's harmless. You can't hit greased lightning!" He tries to do something martially impressive, but just wobbles unsteadily as his teetering balance is upset. "Urk... Why are you in the damn park with a gun anyway? Hoping some mook tries to make a move so you can shoot him? ...Pretty twisted." Despite that assumption, only a shrug follows.
Jira lets out a smirk. "I don't waste slugs on fighters, bullets are to scare off punks and fish out the real people to worry about." she responds, stretching her arm. "Besides, he likes being visible, scares the bananas outta' the boring ones he claims." she's obviously paraphrasing, who says bananas seriously?! "That, and it's a bit.. complicated. So, you're a fighter, huh? You want to spar, cowboy?"
"Ohhh?" Roland states, suddenly curious. He stops his listless traipsing, turning to face Jira proper. Well, somewhat proper. His stance is all wrong for sure, and there's a complete lack of technical skill. Yet there's a strange sense of danger, to proper instincts, all the same. No; for all his simple buffoonery and even his obvious intoxication, he has not once seemed weak or vulnerable. "I'm a hell of a fighter, yeah! Roland the Tornado, they call me!" Well, no, he's never called himself that before in his life, but it sounds better. Actually, if she keeps tabs on fighters, he's got a pretty good record in the lower leagues. Not a tiny fish, but nor is he a big one. "But spar... I dunno." A smirk follows. "I don't play gentle. Not even with the fairer sex." Nope, he's never had issues punching girls. Well, he's in one of the few fields where that's an asset.
Jira takes a few steps back and smiles. "Doesn't phase us a bit." she replies, flourishing her gun with a wink and getting into a shallow, side-facing stance towards Roland. "Let's see that Tornado snatch up a win, hm?" her right hand tightens into a fist and eases out. Her body begins to glow a faint pink, congruant to her eyes, waving and flickering into the air.
COMBATSYS: Jira has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Roland has joined the fight here.
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"Us?" Roland says, looking around for a few moments. He's seeing double, but is mildly excited at the prospect of twins all the same! "Fine. What're the stakes? I never gamble without stakes." He tips the brow of his hat forward, and... well, he's kind of just standing there. It's definitely not right. There's a few dozen openings, so many it might be hard to pick which one to attack. His center of balance is off, and he doesn't even seem to be paying proper attention. But... yes. That feeling. Is it a trap? A misdirection? Hard to say, but it's definitely something very few fighters are used to. "Huh. Pink." His body begins to shimmer, and he's covered in a green aura himself before flexing, and it bursts into the surroundings in a flash of heat. "We're not the same color. Ladies first!"
COMBATSYS: Roland restlessly fiddles with a playing card.
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Jira nods. "We're a team you know, never apart." her right hand glows bright and a large smile comes to her face, soon enough an orb of milky, pink light manifests and shimmers, flickering in and out of sight. Her left arm straghtens out until the muzzle of her gun is facing Ronald and, in a practiced move, her right hand quickly comes up and pushes that ball of light into the next chamber. Almost immediately after her left hand squeezes, a small clack comes from the hammer hitting the chamber and leads to an eerie whine, that builds up for half a second before a burst of raging energy fires from her gun, almost literally screaming through the air towards Roland.
COMBATSYS: Jira successfully hits Roland with Straight Shot.
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Roland 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Jira
"...??" This is definitely new. He's never seen someone combine chi and weaponry before. At least, in such a manner. When the shot goes forward, he suddenly weaves down; but it blasts him right across the side of the face, spinning him about and sending his hat flying away to thump into the nearby grass. "AGH! MY HEAD!!" he states, feeling like that just sent a thousand icey spikes deep into the center of his brain. "Hrrrk... I'm already going to have a goddamn hangover...!!" But suddenly he kicks off the ground, heading towards Jira back-first. Stamping down, from the shift of his weight it seems like a backfist is coming, only for the heel of his foot to swoosh out at a strange and unusual angle -- which, despite such, is surprisingly fast and forceful. "Not bad!!"
COMBATSYS: Jira instinctively blocks Roland's Heavy Kick.
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Roland 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Jira
Jira's body seems to jerk like a puppet on a string before she shows signs of even seeing the hit coming, bringing her left leg up quickly to take the hit- with a wince crinkling onto her face. "That would have hurt." she murmurs, twisting her body after the hit and slipping back a metre while her right palm is forced forward. A shockwave of blinking, flashy energy rapidly expands outwards from her palm before she snaps it back with a huff.
COMBATSYS: Roland blocks Jira's Psycho Palm.
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Roland 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Jira
"Huh. You move weird." Roland offers, as if he didn't just do the same thing himself. But when the pink whirls up, his teeth grits and he brings up his good arm, invoking a bright flash of emerald chi. The buffer collides, leaving the remnants to flash over him... but more than anything, allowing him to come in quick and low. He plants one hand on the ground between Jira's legs, suddenly pulling his knees to his chest. "Roland..." he intones. And then green energy erupts once more, shoving straight up as he corkscrews wildly with two arcs of bladed chi trailing either foot. "ROCKET~~~" It is horribly choreographed, but such actually betrays the fact that the actual assault itself comes insanely fast... meaning a pre-emptive defensive maneuver might only make it harder to avoid!!
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Jira with Roland Rocket.
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She isn't quite that fast, getting hit from the attack and falling flat on her rump. Before even trying to get up she swings her right leg upwards in a straight kick, not putting much behind it and tucking into a roll. Springing to her feet and looking a little unsteady, she smirks nonetheless and murmurs, "You woke him up."
Jira's left hand opens and drops her gun, which blinks into nonexistance before her eyes shift colour- from the glittering pink to a shining, flat red. The light surrounding her body changes, the pink absorbing into her flesh and following it her form bulks up. Muscles expanding, making her frame bulkier and taller even as the energy pouring from her body shifts to white.
COMBATSYS: Roland instinctively dodges Jira's Light Kick.
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Roland 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Jira
The awkward kick is met by Roland shifting forward. One leg moves to hook behind Jira's ankle, while his good hand attempts to catch her extended calf, gripping with a surge of green aura that gives a surprising boost in strength. "...That's also new." he offers, before with a grunt shifting to kick her off her feet and then brutally strike down, an eruption of energy exploding point-blank in an attempt to drive her body into the ground with hopefully clothes-damaging force!! "What kind of power do you have...? Summoning guns, bulking up... you're like a goddamn video game character!"
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Jira with Seven Out.
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Roland 1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1 Jira
Homage to all of Japan, their daughter's being swept and slammed down definately puts some hurting on her shirt and jeans, snapping her inconsequential belt open and a few seconds of daze. The light pouring out of her tinges green over her skin and sinks in deep. She rolls a couple meters back and takes in a breath, sitting and then standing up. At the same time her hands glow brightly and she kneads her fingers against and into her midsection. "After this, you're going to have to inform me exactly what a video-game is. Provided the girl is still conscious by then." they reply, Jira's voice coming out with a much deeper, masculine voice accompanying it in a dual-tone response.
"...What? The... ...?!" Roland looks about as confused as possible, but skips backwards, huffing out slowly and beginning to stretch. "C'mon, now. Pretend I was a mugger, or something. You should be able to fight me off!" He then just beckons for Jira to come at him, apparently content to give her the respite sought out. "I may not seem it, but I've beaten up dozens of people. They call me the Roland, Shinigami of Southside!! Hunter of the weak!! All those beneath me best cower, for I have no mercy when confident!!" Unless he's talking enough Jira can try to slug him again, anyway...
COMBATSYS: Roland restlessly fiddles with a playing card.
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COMBATSYS: Jira successfully aids herself with Knit.
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Roland 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Jira
Jira suddenly takes a counterclockwise spin and her energy flashes out with unbridled brilliance, illumiating the area in a flashing glow. She ducks down and tenses, then leaps off to her left and stops on a flat surface of energy, looking down at Roland. She kicks off, with a glowing trail highlighting her path in a flickering leap at him, arm outstretched for a clothesline and jumping up into the air, jumping down and launching a heel drop into a crouch just infront of him. As she touches the ground, multiple 'shadows' of her stand up in various rebounding poses before she leaps to the right into one and lunges past with a roar of energy that explodes as her upraised knee poises to strike- bouncing into the next shadow and repeating until she hits them all and lands a couple meters behind Roland.
COMBATSYS: Roland instinctively dodges Jira's Nonstop Violence.
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Roland 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Jira
"...!!" That's an almost beautiful display of chi. However, she is not the only one able to infuse herself with energy. As demonstrated at the start of the fight, Roland suddenly brings up his arm, and then there's a CRACK as he erupts in a ripple of emerald sheen. It's like a switch was turned on somewhere in his head; before, he moved as if an inferior. But now he has a crisp, perfect speed, as if ratched up to another tier of fighter entirely. The clothesline is jumped, weaving away from the blow of her leg. Each strike is evaded, her body brushing against him before Roland kicks himself straight up at the last one. "CATCH!!" he suddenly shouts. His hand grips apparently nothing, before an unseen wire glows green, reaching his hat. Yanking hard, blades erupt from the rim before it's launched spiraling in Jira's direction, intent on ripping through her shoulder with surprising force before he yanks the wire taut, yanking it back to catch in his hand and plop back on his head as he lands on the ground...!!
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Jira with Blackjack.
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Jira's too distracted by the frustration of THAT attack missing of them all to bring herself around in time to guard herself, her vest giving a plaintive shredding sound. "You're doing good there, keep it up." they reply, moving in close with a short, bounding lunge. She raises both hands in the air and winds up her right fist.... then her torso twitches and with a bright flash of psionic energy, her form is straightened up and she hops back. Likely the punch won't even be noticed for a second or two.
COMBATSYS: Jira successfully hits Roland with Flashpunch.
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Roland 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Jira
Roland continues to glow green, his motions seeming to be as if he's in lesser gravity; and his reactions and speed similarly seem to be at a higher level, dancing foot to foot playfully. "Hah... I'm not even trying!" he teases. He's rather easier to read now, no longer implementing the strange and deceptive movements prior. But the attempt to guard against a strike changes to a leap backwards, right as the flash takes place. "Almost!" ... "Hrrk!" Roland doubles over then, wheezing lightly. "Dirty little..." He kicks forward, weaving to the left before spinning and striking out with both hands, aiming to sink fingers into the torn vest. With the intent of shoulder-throwing Jira right down in front of him, in a rather no-nonsense approach!!
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Jira with Strong Throw.
- Power hit! -
* Attack Of Opportunity! *
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Jira's flung out and crashes into a tree, unable to quite react in time again. She falls to the dirt and stands up, all four of her limbs glowing bright white as she staggers forward, again like a puppet being sloppily tugged on strings. She leaps high in the air and forward, slashing both her arms from outwards stretch to her chest, letting loose a pair of paralell crescents of violent energy towards Roland. She hits the ground and props onto her hands in a single movement, twisting her body and sending a kick- and another crescent, then a vertical fall for the fourth- panting on the ground and barely conscious. Or.. is she even awake right now. "There we go, she's out cold." the dual voice murmurs, but the masculine tone is drastically more pronounced.
COMBATSYS: Jira can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Jira successfully hits Roland with Demonsdance.
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Roland's frame tenses, and he lunges backwards once more before the erupting energy lances out, ripping into his shirt and causing him to exhale once more, breath sucked from his lungs as his head feels more full of empty air than usual, a state he did not know existed until this moment. He staggers, almost dropping to a knee, but a moment of guarded concern is lost when it's apparent Jira is down for the count now. "...Jesus, I knew it. You're a man, right? Fuck. Body like that can only come from plastic surgery." Slowly he gets up, and then doubles over wheezing when the green glow breaks explosively around him. "Haa... haa... whew."
COMBATSYS: Roland has ended the fight here.
Jira gives a slow, weezy chuckle, then smirks. "Never hear of a guardian angel taking a fancy to their charge? Or, maybe a weapon bonding to its wielder, perhaps." is the reply, her right arm jerking up quickly and carefully lowering over her chest, unfastening and unzipping her vest- with surprising result that would for most be enough to prove Jira is, infact, female.
Jira adds, after this motion, "You're going to have to inform me of what this, plastic surgery is as well, Roland."
"Guardian angels?" Roland states, before brazenly staring. ...Okay, there's none of that coy 'oh no what have I done shy look-away' crap, either. "Yeah, that doesn't mean anything." He instead squints at her throat. Adam's apple... no... huh. Well, can't they get rid of that these days? "You've been talking like a weirdo since we started, though. We? Us? ...Not knowing what a gam e is? You've played like, hentai-dating-sims, right? ... ...or Pac-Man?" He settles heavily on the trunk of a tree, digging out a water bottle and guzzling heavily. "Or is this multiple personality? Maybe an absorbed twin that lives on as your chi! Haha, that's so sci-fi, I bet SOMEONE has that..."
The woman shakes her head. "I am the gun, or, hadn't I already explained this?" she replies. "I picked her out, put myself in her head, let her use my power.. in return, I sometimes get to use her body, or take over if she's being frail and needs an extra push. But, a body can only hold and use so much psycho energy without conditioning." at length. "I'm afraid I do not know what games you are referring to."
"I wasn't really paying attention." Roland admits, with a sort of pure honesty that's probably aggravating. Another heavy guzzle of water. "...Psycho energy? Ah. Yeah. The pink. I hate that shit, gives me a headache." He rubs at his pounding temple with a grimace. "Wait. ...So are you like. Originally a guy?" he wonders. "And games are like... hell. What are you? Where are you from? ...Am I really drunk and you are just fucking with me since you lost?"
She again gives a breathy chuckle... it's quite eerie, her body very obviously unconscious besides the conversation. "No.. my story goes back generations, but I am familiar with such sports as Hurling, Head dodging and other such things, and most recently football, where they kick that ball around on the grass." she responds. "Defining myself as male or female is pointless, I am simply energy and always have been. I need not, cannot, and do not seek to procreate, the label of gender is irrelevant. I am Akabara, a weapon."
"That sucks. You sound like a dude. I was wondering what it was like being in a girl." Roland then blinks, holding up his hands. "Y'know. Like. Mentally. Or... ...nevermind." He looks around, wishing his bottle of beer was still present and frustrated to find it absent. "Well, your current host needs some work. I'm chasing the skirt of someone, and she's above me. And your little she-male host there's well below me. Got your work cut out for you!!" Swirling the water, Roland looks to the side. "A weapon, huh? Then someone made you? You should relax, though. Maybe for me I only live once, but if you are ageless, that's all the more reason to just like... take a break every third or fourth existance, you know? Get drunk. Play some games. Watch bad movies. Get mad because people oversalted your fries. It's a good trip, at least once!"
She takes a few, silent breaths while she listens. "My purpose is to find an equal opponent, and engage in endless battle. My last owner saw fit to enjoy luxuries and leisure in a desert land, dubbed Egypt. I cannot properly discern the flow of time from their passing and the present. Jira has shown me a few.. movies, I did not care too much for them. The mind of a woman is not too seperate from a man, except priorities and managing tasks."
"Endless battle? That's impossible." Roland says, scratching at his nose idly. "Someone will lose eventually." Although the mention of that does surprise the man. "Oh... so you already had a quiet life? Huh. And that sounds like awhile ago. Yeah, I'd be restless, too." Although he points at Jira. "But if that's really a girl, you better not be all phantom of the opera on her, you know. I'm a jackass and don't really care, but someone might. You know? Keep that to yourself." Although Roland begins to laugh and laugh, until tears are in his eyes. "Mind... not different... my lord, you really ARE naive. Hahaha! Or maybe not. If I just lodged like a tumor on someone's outer mind, I'd probably miss all the nuances myself." A sigh leaves him, before he tosses aside the empty water bottle in a brazen display of littering to assert his rugged attractive rebel thing. "Life's overrated. I almost died once." He pats the stump of an arm. "Serial killer eviscerated me. Fun stuff. You know, before it happened I did nothing with my life. As I lay dying and going in and out of consciousness, I expected some grand epiphany. But I didn't. I was just... well? Am I living or dying? And nothing changed after. Heh."
Jira's left arm shoots into the air rather forcefully, pulling her body onto its side and limply smacks to the ground. "I go deeper than the mind, I bond onto something much more personal- I even hear their subconscious. In the end, the small differences of shifted priorities and perspectives, expectations and needs make a vastly differing individual. I'll be here in the core of her being, calling the shots for survival until she becomes boring or ends.. and then, I'll eat her up and add her memories, experiences, and personality into my essence- then go along seeking the next suitable host." her head turns up.
"Well, that's pretty damn creepy. You are like a psychic vampire or something. So why don't you just find a super powerful host? Why waste your time on a girl who can't even beat me? I'm a halfass nobody who's only dream is to blow up someone's skirt. If that's a grand obstacle, you got problems." Roland smirks at that, resting his forearms on his knees as he shifts into a cross-legged sit. "Wouldn't you do better with a compatible spirit? Someone who also wanted and thrived on battle?"
She listens, then replies. "You try finding a dormant psion for a host, with the capacity to grow stronger than the average rabble. They have to be sane, with the mental and spiritual fortitude to carry another passenger in their conscience, and they cannot lean either to the qualities of 'good' or 'evil'. I've had many tries, and know what to look for in a host, she just needs training."
She listens, then replies. "You try finding a dormant psion for a host, with the capacity to grow stronger than the average rabble. They have to be sane, with the mental and spiritual fortitude to carry another passenger in their conscience, and they cannot lean either to the qualities of 'good' or 'evil'. I've had many tries, and know what to look for in a host, she just needs training."
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"So it has to be a dormant one?" Roland wonders. There's no real reason not to find out more information on strange, potentially malicious entities, after all. At the very least, if it confirms he's not going to be a potential host! "Well, whatever. You've more experience in it than me." He is quiet then for long moments. "...So when's she waking up? I'm totally making her go to the bar with me. Since I won." His chest puffs out proudly!
Her body jerks into sitting up and glows. The gun appears, seeming to just manifest in her lap before Jira shakes her head-eyes pink. "Wake up? Huh?" she asks and shivers. Then she looks down and blushes furiously, zipping up and fastening her vest, despite the plaintive rips and snaps from the torn shoulder. "He says you got me out, and were treating me to a barcrawl?" she murmurs dazedly.
"Oh. Hey." Roland states, seated a fair distance away. He holds up his hands, waggling the fingers. "See? I didn't do anything ungentlemanly." Although he does manage to drag himself upright, Roland seems rather more tired than hurt. All those sapping impacts mostly made his drunken headache all the worse. "Damn straight, haunted girl. I said we were wagering at the start. You'll drink until I'm satisfied." Whatever that might be. "Now let's get the hell out of here before a band of actual deadbeats feels predatory... I'd probably have to run off and leave you behind..." ...Nope, didn't hesitate in admitting /that./
The woman slowly stands up and sighs... another trip to a bar it was, reminding her of the shenanigans before she left home. "Lead the way, Roland-san." she replies and smiles, stepping close to him with slow and careful, measured steps.
Log created on 23:58:31 08/09/2014 by Roland, and last modified on 02:37:48 08/23/2014.