Post by Shirako Tachibana on Nov 25, 2011 23:50:52 GMT -5
Creak. Crunch. Chink! Thunk!
Behind Shirako was the destroyed ladder that the Shadows she had been running from got their. . . hands? . . . on. That hidden hour had begun only about five minutes ago, yet they were already out in full fury. What was with tonight? Hisses and growls came from below, the small masses of darkness scratching at the brick wall of the building, trying to close the distance between themselves and the woman. It availed them not, however. With a sardonic chuckle, the woman shook her head, shifted her load, and began to mount the stairs, ascending. She'd cross about the rooftops until a suitable drop point came about.
Of course, things were never that simple. Before she had made her descent, bird-like Shadows had soared about, catching her in their sights. Drawing her legs up as she made a leap of faith, the sword maiden dropped onto the closed top of a garbage bin. Luckily, Urdefrer's physical resistance kept her from being injured. Clicking her tongue as she rolled off, stood upright, and dashed out of the maze of alleys, she tried her best to ditch the feathery pursuers. She was confident in her bladework, but she preferred fighting grounded enemies. Flying targets were annoying for a number of reasons. Never mind the fact that she did not know if they were actually fairly powerful or not.
That game of cat and mouse was what led the woman into hiding in the darkness under a car. After a few minutes, the sounds of flapping wings faded. She was free of that evil, but what would come next? Sliding from under the car, she took a moment to observe her surroundings. She was right in the middle of a commercial street. Fast food joints, toy stores, electronics stores, and maybe an adult store or two were all dark, illuminated by the sickly pale green hue of that moon in the sky. That time- the Hour at Midnight, Midnight Hour, Dark Hour; whatever whoever decided to call it- was nothing but an annoyance. It destroyed her work ethics every night- made staking out or tailing someone impossible.
The woman shook her head, taking a moment to breathe in and out. Her pulse had calmed. That was a good sign. Sighing, she gnawed on her bottom lip. She may have evaded the trouble for now, but there was still a good fifty- forty-five, if she was lucky- minutes to go before she was out of the frier. A lot could happen in five minutes, more in fifteen, and anything more than half an hour was just ridiculous to try speculating. Curling up with a pillow on the floor and reading manga while sipping tea, or vodka, sounded nice. Then again, almost anything beat this situation.
Something was moving about ahead. It sounded to be one mass, rather than many. Given the depth of each step, it was definitely well-grounded. One or two fights would not have been terrible. She could deal with that. Finally opening the long pack she had been carrying, Shirako held it still with her left hand and carefully drew Nameless free of its sheath within the sack. The blade wasn't the only thing there. Tripods, camera supplies, and the like were also inside- all reinforced and neatly sorted to prevent damage from being tossed around. It was her packet of goodies for investigation!
Assuming the gedan stance, the woman kept her blade low, watching and waiting. With that stance, she could likely lure anything with lower intelligence into a deathblow. After that, well. . . what use was there in worrying? She just needed to take one thing at a time.
Behind Shirako was the destroyed ladder that the Shadows she had been running from got their. . . hands? . . . on. That hidden hour had begun only about five minutes ago, yet they were already out in full fury. What was with tonight? Hisses and growls came from below, the small masses of darkness scratching at the brick wall of the building, trying to close the distance between themselves and the woman. It availed them not, however. With a sardonic chuckle, the woman shook her head, shifted her load, and began to mount the stairs, ascending. She'd cross about the rooftops until a suitable drop point came about.
Of course, things were never that simple. Before she had made her descent, bird-like Shadows had soared about, catching her in their sights. Drawing her legs up as she made a leap of faith, the sword maiden dropped onto the closed top of a garbage bin. Luckily, Urdefrer's physical resistance kept her from being injured. Clicking her tongue as she rolled off, stood upright, and dashed out of the maze of alleys, she tried her best to ditch the feathery pursuers. She was confident in her bladework, but she preferred fighting grounded enemies. Flying targets were annoying for a number of reasons. Never mind the fact that she did not know if they were actually fairly powerful or not.
That game of cat and mouse was what led the woman into hiding in the darkness under a car. After a few minutes, the sounds of flapping wings faded. She was free of that evil, but what would come next? Sliding from under the car, she took a moment to observe her surroundings. She was right in the middle of a commercial street. Fast food joints, toy stores, electronics stores, and maybe an adult store or two were all dark, illuminated by the sickly pale green hue of that moon in the sky. That time- the Hour at Midnight, Midnight Hour, Dark Hour; whatever whoever decided to call it- was nothing but an annoyance. It destroyed her work ethics every night- made staking out or tailing someone impossible.
The woman shook her head, taking a moment to breathe in and out. Her pulse had calmed. That was a good sign. Sighing, she gnawed on her bottom lip. She may have evaded the trouble for now, but there was still a good fifty- forty-five, if she was lucky- minutes to go before she was out of the frier. A lot could happen in five minutes, more in fifteen, and anything more than half an hour was just ridiculous to try speculating. Curling up with a pillow on the floor and reading manga while sipping tea, or vodka, sounded nice. Then again, almost anything beat this situation.
Something was moving about ahead. It sounded to be one mass, rather than many. Given the depth of each step, it was definitely well-grounded. One or two fights would not have been terrible. She could deal with that. Finally opening the long pack she had been carrying, Shirako held it still with her left hand and carefully drew Nameless free of its sheath within the sack. The blade wasn't the only thing there. Tripods, camera supplies, and the like were also inside- all reinforced and neatly sorted to prevent damage from being tossed around. It was her packet of goodies for investigation!
Assuming the gedan stance, the woman kept her blade low, watching and waiting. With that stance, she could likely lure anything with lower intelligence into a deathblow. After that, well. . . what use was there in worrying? She just needed to take one thing at a time.
Notes: I needed to get something out with Shira, and there's no Dark Hour threads that I'm aware of, so I'm shooting this out! Here's to fun?
Date: November 19th, 2015.
Time: First quarter of the Dark Hour.
Tagged: Open to one. Maybe two if you can make a good argument.
