033 - The hammer clicks in place / The world's gonna pay

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Misaki steps onto the plane, looking rather like a petite female Rambo. She's in full SWAT gear, the face cover on her helmet flipped up. She looks disheveled, a bit bruised and scratched, but otherwise fine. She drags the helmet off and her hair falls out in a sweaty, tangled mess.]

[She wipes the back of her hand across her forehead, smearing something dark and sticky-looking over it.]

Water. And a bathroom. That's what I need right now.

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[contract_star]

What happened?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Everything. All at once, it seems.

[contract_star]

[Smirks.] You have some, uh...potentially demonic blood on you.

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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Potentially...?

[mercwamouth]

[Hoshit! Deadpool appears and holds a machine gun to her head at near-point-blank range]

Dodge this!

[He pulls the trigger as a stream of water comes out]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[....Deadpool. You frigging idiot. SHE JUST POPPED IN FROM A WAR ZONE. Before the water hits she has her weapon up and is pouring out bullets with the accuracy of a world marksmanship competitor.]

[mercwamouth]

[Proceeds to be riddled with bullets and bleeds profusely]

A-A-R-G-H! S-H-O-U-L-D H-A-V-E B-R-O-U-G-H-T N-E-R-F!!!

[Collapses on the ground. Dead to the untrained eye, unconscious to those who know better and can see his wounds begin to close and spit out bullets]

[lamb_of_gold]

I swear to Athena, if you're injured again....

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. Relatively speaking.

[lamb_of_gold]

[>|] Relative to what?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

... God, I love a woman in uniform.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Headsmack with her weird-black-stuff smeared hand.] Don't even try.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Ack! Hey, I can't help it when there's a beautiful girl in range. [He settles down and instead pokes at the black stuff.] So... it's been a while. What happened? Kicking ass and taking names?

What the fuck is this stuff, anyway?

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[Juliet would so laugh at this but he isn't now. Yay experiment.]

A lady should never look like this, miss. [taking a handkerchief from his pocket] May I? [stepping closer]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[...wtf comes to mind.] I'm... sorry. I don't recall if we've met.

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

Me neither. [and steps closer to gently wipe her forehead, if she doesn't mind] But I must say it's quite a pleasant first meeting, considering I found a diamond in the dust.

Matsumoto Hiroya, at your service, miss..?

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Looks like you came out of a miniature war zone.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

That about sums it up. [Eying her with curiosity.] Section Chief Misaki Kirihara of the NPA.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

What were you fighting against? A few thugs?

{The introduction makes her chuckle, and she takes the time to light a cigar before introducing herself} Balalaika, head of Hotel Moscow.

[didorothy]

The coliseum has one, if you remember from that little disaster that happened.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Blink. She shivers.] I'd rather not remember that little disaster, thanks.

...

Is it an actual bathroom, or a Romanesque hole in the ground?

[didorothy]

A proper washroom.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I could help you with the water, but you might be better off jumping in the hot springs for a bit. There are bathrooms in the theater, too.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Hot springs? We have hot springs now?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I think they're still here. That red-haired girl, Lina? She brought them here by accident not too long ago.