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melodiesoflife2016-10-24 09:01 pm
damn_juicebox) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-10-24 09:01 pm
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Ghostbusters II
WHO: Rukia Kuchiki, OPEN
WHAT: With maxed-out Ghostbuster and Beastmaster at her disposal, Rukia's well-suited to do a lot of asskicking in this event. Suit up. Have Ghostbuster adventures with her.
WHEN: October 23rd - October 30th
WHERE: Aqures Ixen
I. It Begins
She'd almost forgotten about her PKE meter altogether until it started beeping wildly. Rukia frowned down at the device as it quivered in its strap at her waist, and she shifted her bag of groceries to the other arm so she could unlatch the meter and study the screen. The Ghostbuster job was left equipped after the Crystal Caves as it had been rather useful, and she couldn't switch Beastmaster to anything else for another week at least. Neither seemed like they'd see much action back in the city, but maybe she was wrong. Why was it reacting like this?
Something was nearby. It registered as nothing more than a white dot on the radar, so she had no choice but to investigate for herself. Hopefully it wasn't just another Hero with a Vampire job--
What she saw froze her directly in her tracks. A man with his head jutting sharply to the left had his hands wrapped around another man's throat, squeezing hard. And the PKE meter was going nuts at the strangler. Rukia dropped her groceries without a second thought, reaching back to activate her proton pack. It hummed to life as she whipped her arm back and seized the particle thrower.
"OI!" she shouted, and flipped the switch. Hot beams of energy lanced from the tip of her weapon to slam into the undead, who released his victim and quivered with a low groan. The other man staggered back, gasping for breath and clutcthing at his reddened throat. Whatever she was dealing with wasn't a ghost; she couldn't capture it in a trap and stash it away. Instead the body vaporized into dust, and she could have sworn she heard a faint sigh of relief.
She relaxed, moving her thumb from the switch before holstering the weapon and rushing toward the man. "Are you all right? What was that?"
"I don't know," he panted, shutting his eyes tightly as his hands shook. "I don't know."
Rukia had an uneasy feeling that she did know. After all, it had died like a certain other creature she'd encountered fairly frequently just last week. But what would something like that be doing all the way out here?
* * * * *
II. Base of Operations
After a few days, Rukia was starting to make a name for herself out on the streets. She posted up fliers telling citizens to contact her, either via Mognet or by sending some sort of magic up toward the sky, if they ran into any trouble out on the streets. Armed with her PKE meter, she was usually quick to arrive on the scene, and she had no qualms whatsoever about jumping on the back of her chocobo Yuki to rush to the rescue.
But formidable warriors were usually the first to make enemies. She'd been the subject of an ambush twice now, and she was certain that whoever was responsible knew where she lived. While she did trust her housemates to be more than capable of defending themselves, she didn't want to put them into danger simply because she needed sleep now and then.
Moving through the city, it wasn't long before her exploration (and zombie blasting) to take her past the fifteenth district. One building in particular seemed a bit more sturdy than the others, and after poking around inside, she realized that it was meant to be a fire station. It was dusty and dirty with lack of use, but hey.
The pole still worked.
Stocking up on food that wouldn't go bad if left out, and bringing a blanket and a pillow, Rukia decided this was as good a place as any to lay low when she needed to take a break and rest.
[OOC: Individual threads available upon request! Partners to team up with, people to save, zombified heroes to capture, possessed heroes to square off with, bring it on. (9'_')9 Rukia's ripped.]
WHAT: With maxed-out Ghostbuster and Beastmaster at her disposal, Rukia's well-suited to do a lot of asskicking in this event. Suit up. Have Ghostbuster adventures with her.
WHEN: October 23rd - October 30th
WHERE: Aqures Ixen
I. It Begins
She'd almost forgotten about her PKE meter altogether until it started beeping wildly. Rukia frowned down at the device as it quivered in its strap at her waist, and she shifted her bag of groceries to the other arm so she could unlatch the meter and study the screen. The Ghostbuster job was left equipped after the Crystal Caves as it had been rather useful, and she couldn't switch Beastmaster to anything else for another week at least. Neither seemed like they'd see much action back in the city, but maybe she was wrong. Why was it reacting like this?
Something was nearby. It registered as nothing more than a white dot on the radar, so she had no choice but to investigate for herself. Hopefully it wasn't just another Hero with a Vampire job--
What she saw froze her directly in her tracks. A man with his head jutting sharply to the left had his hands wrapped around another man's throat, squeezing hard. And the PKE meter was going nuts at the strangler. Rukia dropped her groceries without a second thought, reaching back to activate her proton pack. It hummed to life as she whipped her arm back and seized the particle thrower.
"OI!" she shouted, and flipped the switch. Hot beams of energy lanced from the tip of her weapon to slam into the undead, who released his victim and quivered with a low groan. The other man staggered back, gasping for breath and clutcthing at his reddened throat. Whatever she was dealing with wasn't a ghost; she couldn't capture it in a trap and stash it away. Instead the body vaporized into dust, and she could have sworn she heard a faint sigh of relief.
She relaxed, moving her thumb from the switch before holstering the weapon and rushing toward the man. "Are you all right? What was that?"
"I don't know," he panted, shutting his eyes tightly as his hands shook. "I don't know."
Rukia had an uneasy feeling that she did know. After all, it had died like a certain other creature she'd encountered fairly frequently just last week. But what would something like that be doing all the way out here?
* * * * *
II. Base of Operations
After a few days, Rukia was starting to make a name for herself out on the streets. She posted up fliers telling citizens to contact her, either via Mognet or by sending some sort of magic up toward the sky, if they ran into any trouble out on the streets. Armed with her PKE meter, she was usually quick to arrive on the scene, and she had no qualms whatsoever about jumping on the back of her chocobo Yuki to rush to the rescue.
But formidable warriors were usually the first to make enemies. She'd been the subject of an ambush twice now, and she was certain that whoever was responsible knew where she lived. While she did trust her housemates to be more than capable of defending themselves, she didn't want to put them into danger simply because she needed sleep now and then.
Moving through the city, it wasn't long before her exploration (and zombie blasting) to take her past the fifteenth district. One building in particular seemed a bit more sturdy than the others, and after poking around inside, she realized that it was meant to be a fire station. It was dusty and dirty with lack of use, but hey.
The pole still worked.
Stocking up on food that wouldn't go bad if left out, and bringing a blanket and a pillow, Rukia decided this was as good a place as any to lay low when she needed to take a break and rest.
[OOC: Individual threads available upon request! Partners to team up with, people to save, zombified heroes to capture, possessed heroes to square off with, bring it on. (9'_')9 Rukia's ripped.]
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"We're doing well. We try to keep our schedules and patrols erratic. Sometimes we go together, other times we spread out. These zombies are not always the mindless creatures presented in my tales of horror."
Because of course she had to have read a zombie horror romance novel at some point.
"Jade and I have partnered up on several occasions as well. You're welcome to stay and rest here whenever you wish. There are four beds," she motioned toward the open sleeping quarters. "And I can perform some healing courtesy of my chocobo so long as I maintain the Beastmaster job."
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"Hm, you're right." He nodded along with her appraisal of the varying levels of intelligence exhibited in the zombies that had been terrorizing the City thus far. It matched his own experiences closer into central Aqures Ixen and that, in a roundabout-way, was reassuring. "There are many unaccounted for, also."
A further nod as the offer was made; Sephiroth was always polite to the last, even if he might never actually get around to taking her up on it. Still, it was good to know that the option were there even if his attention did linger on one of those beds that were made up. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea?
"It's appreciated. I should make another drop before it gets too late though-"
Though really, given the perpetual gloom in the City there was no way to tell the time of day. Given the short days during this season, it could be already getting into the evening which would make any new excursion outside all the more treacherous. Not that Sephiroth wouldn't be fine on his own, but there was always the chance-
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She listened as he spoke, one hand on her hip, then glanced toward the window with a pensive frown. It was definitely going to get dark soon, and might even do so before he departed. If he was making this drop alone, then it was pretty much guaranteed he'd do the next one solo too.
"Why don't I go with you?" she offered, heading for the fireman's pole and resting a hand upon it. Because stairs were for the weak. "The sooner you finish, the sooner you can rest. It will be safer to have someone watching your back as well." Hooking an elbow around the pole, she jumped and slid down to the bottom with a rusty squeak.