002 || Really Destitute Vacation

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Characters: Jade Strider, and anyone she is likely to bother. Which is everyone.
Setting: The Cafeteria, the Music Room and the Morgue during the day, and nondescript vague locations at night.
Format: Started in action, but it doesn't make a difference to me. Whatever suits your fancy!
Summary: Now that all that shadow, body-swap and no food nonsense is out of the way, Jade's going back to exploring the Tower, and actually trying to shoot her gun. And actually getting into a lot of stupid trouble again. It's the perfect time to yell at her!
Warnings: Jade being stupid, getting stuck in the morgue, the tower at nighttime, gratuitous Beatles jams


[Cafeteria - Floor One]
[Jade was not a hunter, nor a gatherer. The last week of September was pretty difficult for a 13 year old that couldn't quite fend for herself and refused to admit she was having any problems. Thankfully it was only a week, and once October hit, there was food! Which meant she was currently helping herself to a big old breakfast of pumpkin...stuff, in the cafeteria. There was plenty on the table, so there was probably enough for someone else if they wanted something, while she gorged her face.]


[Morgue - Floor 26]
[There was nothing that suspicious here. Though that...might have, been the most suspicious part. Jade was a small kid, and she was stupidly curious and adventurous (it happened when one of your ecto-fathers was a hardened island explorer), so she was in the process of exploring eeeevery little bit of the tower. Which had apparently included the body drawers.

So someone might have come around, rather spotting a small, red-clad child crawling into one of the drawers, or they might hear some banging from one of the closed ones if someone gets close by....]


[Music Room]
[She hadn't gotten to bring her own guitar to the tower, so the music room was where Jade was usually found, aside from the media room. You'd practicaly think she'd moved in there at least; she was currently seated on the seat of the grand organ, with another stool pulled up to use as a foot rest as she used the organ as a back rest and was currently playing the intro from Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart Club Band, and other such Beatles classics.

Come on, what did you really expect.]


[Anywhere in the Tower, Nighttime]
[There was normal exploration, saved for the daytime, and there was working on the fact that Jade had such bad aim it was bullshit. It was probably really stupid to be out at night, but that's where she was anywhere around the Tower, with her rifle in hand and attacking any monsters that creeped by. It was much easier to find them at night after all, and they put up more of a fight.

This is probably a really dumb idea. The weird part was, she was even still wearing her shades when it wasn't complete and total darkness-- they were prescription sunglasses after all. If it was absolutely darkness though, then it didn't really matter, and she might have had them propped up on the top of her head, giving you a glimpse of her weirdly red eyes.]


[Room 1-20 - Locked to England]

[Jade had a fashion sense enough not to wear her stupid God Tier PJs, so she was certainly bothered by the fact that her scarf was still a tattered (though not bloody at least) mess since Sburb.

She had to go back in the network and find the guy who she had asked to fix it, but she did track down his name, and found his name on one of the dorm rooms. Instead of actually wearing the scarf for now, she held it in one hand and knocked on his door with the other, hoping he and only he was around 'cause damn this was gonna be kind of embarrassing.]

Comments

[silentsacrifice]

...I'm afraid I don't follow.

[If he's never even seen a gun before, there's no way he knows what an alchemiter is. At least he can admit that he's confused.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Oh right, most worlds didn't have trippy game mechanic generators.]

It's this rad future-y machine that let us make cool shit by combining our old shit and using this fascimilie of a game construct. It was awesome.

[silentsacrifice]

[Itachi blinks. The child's terminology is strange, but he's following along as best as he can.]

So that... [He nods toward the rifle.] ...thing... can only be made through use of an alchemiter?

[He might have taken that one-of-a-kind statement a little too literally. Hey, he's making conversation, at least! Might as well learn about all of this strange technology while he's here, just in case.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Yep. You can't buy this shit off a shelf. [She's actually looking a little proud of herself, even if she's really shitty at using it.]

Sure, you could get a regular rifle at any ol' hunting store, but nothing's gonna pack as much of a badass punch as this baby. Took me through a whole game without breaking a sweat.

[silentsacrifice]

I see. [He pauses, as if considering whether or not to continue the conversation. He seems to come to the conclusion that he wants to know.] I'm not familiar with that sort of weapon. What is its function?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

It fires fuckin' sparkles and rainbows and injects world peace into the universe. [Deadpan alert wee woo.]

It's a gun, what do you think it does?

[silentsacrifice]

[He narrows his eyes for a brief moment. He is not amused by your snarky bullshit, Jade.]

Of course, how revolutionary. [He's just as deadpan.] I suppose the drawback is that it renders the user incapable of having a respectable conversation?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Well she thought it was funny.]

I don't think there's typically much time for talkin' nice when you're trying to shoot a deer or some asshole's running towards you with claws or a knife.

[silentsacrifice]

[Hahaha. Jade, you would be surprised how much time for talking ninjas apparently have. It's pretty ridic.]

There's plenty of time. [Itachi sounds nonchalant about it, but it makes him come off as braggy.] As long as you deal with your opponents swiftly, you can talk as much as you'd like.

[Exhibit A: the monsters he killed before Jade walked in. Get with the program, young'un!]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Hey, she doesn't watch that much ridiculous shounen anime, OK?]

What if you're facing a giant mob of unintelligible imps? [It's a serious concern, ok.]

[silentsacrifice]

[She really should. It'd be way ironic.]

I suppose it would vary depending on what the imps were capable of. [He gives a small shrug.] And your definition of "giant."

[reddeadvirtuoso]

They're capable of clawing apart your flesh and numbering more than the offspring of two bunnies left alone during mating season.

[And she made a sort of clawing monster hand motion with one hand to emphasize the point.]

[silentsacrifice]

[He eyes up her hand motion with a look that suggests he thinks she's ridiculous, but he says nothing about it.]

Clawing apart flesh? That's all? [He leans back and closes his eyes. It looks like he's relaxing, but he's actually been straining his eyes too much and he needs to rest them.] Physical attacks are easy enough to counter.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Well I think some'a them probably could've done some teleport bullshit in order to claw apart our flesh, but I'd rather not think about that. {Said as she lowered her arms back to her sides. She was pretty sure she remember John talking about First Guardian imps though, and there was no way anyone was ever going to win with that.]

[silentsacrifice]

[He stays silent for a minute, considering all of this. As he's in a state of relaxation, he can feel a faint prickle similar to the feeling one gets when they're being watched. He doesn't bother looking out the window; a second later, he can hear the faintest sound of footsteps outside of the room. The sound is low, but his eyesight is bad enough that he's had to learn how to utilize his hearing even more than he had in the past.]

...Very well, then. [He opens his eyes, turning his gaze toward the room's exit.] There's a monster on the staircase now. Show me how that weapon of yours fares against it.

[There's a hint of good-natured teasing in his voice when he goes on, but his expression betrays no humor.]

That is, unless you don't think you could take it on your own?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[As lame as Jade's own eyesight was, it unfortunately wasn't bad enough to let her have any bonus in hearing, so the footsteps were completely unheard to her. Nevertheless, suckish aim aside, she wasn't going to back down from a challenge!

Thankfully she was used to jerks like David, and could pick up on the small bit of humor to Itachi's voice.]

I can totally take it. I've dealt with all sorts of spooks and creeps around here.

[silentsacrifice]

Talk is worth less than action. [One of the the things Itachi is good at: flawlessly blending words of wisdom with sarcastic douchebaggery.

He leans back against the window, looking almost bored, but in truth, he's eager to see Jade fire the rifle. It could prove to be a useful weapon, after all. He keeps his Sharingan activated and trained on it, ready to learn exactly how it works.]