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melodiesoflife2016-01-30 09:12 pm
bright_and_blue) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-01-30 09:12 pm
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[While the rest of the Heroes are busy bearing their souls in letters over what they saw in their shared vision, Graham is a bit stuck in an existential crisis. He doesn't know what to make of what he saw, where it came from or if it was even true. Even if it wasn't, it depressed him greatly. The Calamity truly scared him; even the idea that he could turn into a static crystal statue at any time unnerved him. The fact that he might slaughter his way through so many people in order to save the world caused him a lot of conflict, as anyone who spoke to him in the vision might have pieced together. Life was already worthless in Graham's eyes, and that made taking lives something that made him feel guilty. So what was the point in saving some worlds if he had to kill so many people to do it? What was the point to anything they do now, if this was how it was going to turn out?
Graham had never really been on board with the idea of being a Hero, and this little vision only cemented that fact further. After yelling something along the lines of his resignation at his moogle, he left the house, not even knowing where he was heading. Kuprono followed after him, and it was a good thing he had.
Not long after Graham had first arrived in Aqures Ixen, he had run-in with some local thugs who thought he looked like an easy target. Graham easily took them down, and had fun while doing so. Tonight, they'd returned for revenge. Now fully healed, they collected a few more people and some weapons. The circled the young mechanic in an alley and didn't give him much of a chance to say anything. That was okay by Graham this time. He had some frustrations to work out anyway, and he was thankful this gang had come along at the right time! Last time they got some busted heads, broken ribs, and popped joints. This time, it was going to be a hell of a lot worse. At least you can rest easy in that he'll leave them alive, though just barely.
Any nearby Heroes, police especially, will be stopped by a panicky moogle, wringing his little hat in his paws as he manages to get out the words "Graham, kupo" before leading you towards the scene of the crime. Even before you reach that street, the sounds of the fight can be heard. Graham, a nearly unrivaled fighter back home, is a high-level Assassin as a Hero, and the gang can't even keep up. One of the thugs tries to run off, and he hits him hard on the neck with his wrench. One swings a sword at him, and Graham deflects it and kneecaps the guy. Someone tries to cast some protection spells on his allies, and Graham uses a Thief ability to take it for himself.
Gangsters are scattered at his feet, unconscious or moaning, and he's half-drenched in their blood. Unlike last time, when he was just having fun with them, he's taking this seriously. Maybe he's enjoying himself, but that sort of grin on his face isn't a joyful one.]
Graham had never really been on board with the idea of being a Hero, and this little vision only cemented that fact further. After yelling something along the lines of his resignation at his moogle, he left the house, not even knowing where he was heading. Kuprono followed after him, and it was a good thing he had.
Not long after Graham had first arrived in Aqures Ixen, he had run-in with some local thugs who thought he looked like an easy target. Graham easily took them down, and had fun while doing so. Tonight, they'd returned for revenge. Now fully healed, they collected a few more people and some weapons. The circled the young mechanic in an alley and didn't give him much of a chance to say anything. That was okay by Graham this time. He had some frustrations to work out anyway, and he was thankful this gang had come along at the right time! Last time they got some busted heads, broken ribs, and popped joints. This time, it was going to be a hell of a lot worse. At least you can rest easy in that he'll leave them alive, though just barely.
Any nearby Heroes, police especially, will be stopped by a panicky moogle, wringing his little hat in his paws as he manages to get out the words "Graham, kupo" before leading you towards the scene of the crime. Even before you reach that street, the sounds of the fight can be heard. Graham, a nearly unrivaled fighter back home, is a high-level Assassin as a Hero, and the gang can't even keep up. One of the thugs tries to run off, and he hits him hard on the neck with his wrench. One swings a sword at him, and Graham deflects it and kneecaps the guy. Someone tries to cast some protection spells on his allies, and Graham uses a Thief ability to take it for himself.
Gangsters are scattered at his feet, unconscious or moaning, and he's half-drenched in their blood. Unlike last time, when he was just having fun with them, he's taking this seriously. Maybe he's enjoying himself, but that sort of grin on his face isn't a joyful one.]
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[Does she want to arrest him? Not really. Part of her still somewhat sees him as an ally, and/or someone who she'd rather not have to contend with. Which is why she makes use of her spellcasting and hurls a large bubble of water straight at Graham's face.
[It'll either cool him down or piss him off. Who knows.]
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He blocks the burst with his wench before it pelts him in the face. He still gets soaked from it, which is annoying on a winter's night. Graham doesn't have magic, but he does have his own tricks. He'll react by being an utter shit, launching forward and using Steal to try and make off with Aya's gun. He's been wanting to dismantle of those anyway.]
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[It doesn't take long for Aya to realize that he's gone for her gun. And by then it's gone.]
HEY! [On one hand, it's not one of her guns that she's a special attachment to, but comes with her job. But on the other -- IT'S HER GUN.]
here's how to avoid turning this into an unending fight thread
What a happy ending to this story. I've only recently had the pleasure of dismantling a pistol back home, and now I get to see what makes the ones in Crystallis tick! It could only get better if I had the chance to take it apart right here and now, but I guess my luck will only take me so far.
[A thought occurs to him, like a light bulb lighting up above his head.]
Dare I push it so far? There's only one way to find out.
[That's when he drops a Smoke Bomb. And then uses Flee. Meaning that when the smoke dissipates, he's gone. Totally gone from battle. Leaving Aya, behind, sans her weapon, to deal with the aftermath of his carnage. Look, he really wants to take that gun apart, okay.]