Anemone

[Alright. So maybe he let her drink a little too much, even for a slow day.

Shinjiro shakes his head and just...watches. The sight and sound drives him to another glass of darkness beer himself. Hypocritical, maybe. He's already had a couple. Still... he knows how to hold it a lot better than Anemone does.

After the first few grateful swallows, he actually hears the tail end of her ramble.]

You're not actually posting that shit on the network, are you?

[Facepalm forever. He's buzzed enough not to flip out over it, though.

Well, until the 'puppet show,' pops up uninvited. He casually lifts his head to take a look-- and double takes. What the hell? Monsters coming to the door of his bar. Great. Just great.]

Anemone...get the hell away from there. [Swiping at whatever weapon is closest--which happens to be his bus stop sign. And he heads over to the door, swearing loudly the whole time. (and only wobbling a little.)]

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I'm trying to get us more cusssstomers!

[In other words: it's totally going on the network. She just grins and walks over to check out their lovely guests. Puppets... Her face has this excited grin on it. They're not cute but they're silly looking--

...or not?

She glances over at Shinji, who's already got the bus stop sign. And trying to turn back to the monsters, she narrowly misses as one swipes its blade at her head.]

That wasn't vury nice, mister!

[Not like it cares. She kicks at it and it stumbles back just to miss, but its buddies are moving in.]

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Looks like you got us some... god damn it.

[He starts swinging the second he reaches the marionettes. The last thing he needs is these creatures wrecking the bar...

And the walls start moving along with the swings. He grits his teeth and ignores the dizzying sensation--he's fought monsters before on a lot more alcohol than this.

He manages a good hit and backs up just in time to avoid a return swing.]

Either back off or hit the bastards with something!

[He's heading in for another stab.]

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[Words cannot describe how much he's ~~gonna punch Shinji~~ facepalming right now.]

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I'mma fight, jeeez! [She just crawls from them for a moment. Everything's swaying and for a moment, she thinks she's on the boat. But this is the bar. She is definitely drunk.

Giggling at herself, she stands up as she reaches a chair, using it as a bit of support as she drags it towards the door. Okay, these stupid things need to stay out.]

Shinji, duck!

[Because she's throwing a chair at them.]

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[Well, it's his fault for suggesting it. Still, he can't help but wince as that chair collides with the marionettes. It's damned hard to find good furniture around--

--and he narrowly dodges another bladed attack.]

Shit. [Swinging around his bus stop sign and pounding the crap out of that particular marionette.]

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[ So sitting over in his sober corner, Sorata is watching.

a) He is Concerned. How is this new?
b) He isn't sure if he should say something
c) Monsters okay wh...Yeah, just gonna be sitting away and watching all this. ]

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[At least it didn't break the chair, surprisingly enough. But the marionette's right arm falls off as a string snaps. Anemone laughs.]

I hit it! I can't aim worth anythiiing but I hit it!

[And she sways dangerously, almost falling--she catches herself and grins. Wow. Yes, this whole fight is a laughing matter.]

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[Y u sober?

She'll come be drunk all over you when she's not 'fighting'.]

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[Heeey, she wanted it. She'll come back somewhat uninjured. Maybe.]

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[Meanwhile, Shinjiro cleaves straight through one of their unexpected guests. He steps (half stumbling,) back as the pieces hit the floor. Beads of sweat are standing out across his brow... it isn't exactly comfortable fighting while the room is spinning.

He pauses just long enough to watch Anemone sway around.]

Hey, hey... [Gritting his teeth.] Just go... in the store room or something. I'll finish killing these--whatever.

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[ Monk, dontcha know.

He'll watch the fight with mixed concern and amusement, anyway. Mostly concern. ]

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Nuh-uh! I'mma help! I like 'em.

[And you're drunk too. Anemone's sure she can stay standing enough to take one. So she goes right outside to get the chair back.]

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[Joining you in the sober corner except he's hiding behind the bar and sort of peeping out.]

Well...this hasn't happened in a bit...

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Which part?

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The fighting bit.

[Because the drunk bit happens quite often.]

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... 'Least it seems they can take carea... themselves. [ With slight uncertainty. ] It's a worry offa my mind.

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Well that's never been much of a worry, old boy. Not with these two.

[Grin and vague gesture to Shinji and Anemone.]

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Tch. Yeah? Well, they don't like you.

[Just barely ducking in time to dodge a thrown scythe... and then he has to duck again as it wings around in a circle.

His stomach is not happy with him.

...which he is completely ignoring in order to smash his bus stop sign down into the creature's shoulder. He kind of wants to keep that arm as a weapon afterward.]

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I'm a worrier, y'know? [ He's all smiles, but he's tense. ]

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[Anemone picks up the chair and just swings it into one of them. She's not really sure how many there are. Two, or three, or seventeen, or they're multiplying and dividing, or she can't see.

Her head's starting to spin, and there's an odd tickle on her face...

And warm liquid. She wiggles her nose, only to realize that there's liquid pouring out. Her tongue touches her lips and confirms that it's blood...

Ew. And she just licked it. Double ew.]

Shinji, am I bleeding?

[Extra confirmation. She wasn't really sure what she just confirmed and is just picking up the chair again and dragging it over.]

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Mmm, I've noticed that bit about you.

[If he wasn't hiding behind the bar, he'd put his hand on your shoulder.]

Best get used to doing it a lot more, Shinji has this streak in him. Doesn't have the common decency to run away.

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[Shinjiro manages to smash one of the two marionettes to the floor with an impressive, clumsy display of strength. Then he has to stumble back in order not to get a blade to the ankle.]

Stupid bastards...usually a lot easier to kill.

[And he beheads it. He turns to face the last one, and Anemone...his eyes widen when he sees the blood.]

What the... [His mind takes an extra second to process. Nosebleed, not injury. He's still sluggishly pissed about it.] Lets kill this fucker already. I'm tired of this shit.

Edited Date: 2010-06-02 01:16 am (UTC)

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I'm flattered, I think? [ He's leaning on the bar, himself, tense and, honestly, ready to duck. ] Yeah, he seems th' type.

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