Post by Vio on Apr 18, 2015 15:20:53 GMT -5
Despite the awkward exchange of words, and the general consensus that their captain was somewhat reckless at times, the Hoshi crew advanced towards the establishment. As ready as the troupe could ever hope to be, Arelya Gaille was a lot more uncertain of whether or not she had made the right choice. The more time she spent with Kane, the more often it seemed her life was about to end, but despite that she was still standing. So far, through all the chaotic events, the green-haired girl had managed to come out on top. Usually on the rubble of whatever happened to be the venue of said destruction. One thing was certain in her mind, however; she was fed up of running and hiding and, much like the man with whom she had thrown her lot in with, wanted to stand up for something. Whatever that something was going to be. Probably her own ideals, given her somewhat untoward nature. What an industrial revolution had to do with a bunch of people in a night club was yet to be seen.
"Ugh. I hope this works." Muttering to herself to try and instill some confidence within her heart, Miss Gaille followed the group rather closely as they advanced, filing between the opening left by the two bouncers as they waltzed rather casually into the place itself. What she was afterwards was, quite frankly, not what she had expected. Loud music, bright lands and the most shameless dancing she had ever seen were just some of the sights and sounds that graced her senses, but that was only the half of it. No sooner had they entered than the party came to a sudden halt, the music coming to an abrupt end that only served to make the silence more deafening.
Among the sights she saw were numerous women, most of which blessed with slightly better proportions than her own, and clad in the kind of clothing she almost wished she could get away with. Then again, what use did an inventor such as herself have for skimpy clothing and restrictive garb? None. Fingers tensing around the grip of her improvised weapon, the Skypiean took in yet more details of what was around her, but a certain assortment of figures made themselves obvious before much could be said.
What's with them? Not daring to speak, as much as her mouth wanted her to, the silent shipwright took stock of the group of individuals who had amassed before them. Of the lot, each looked appropriately intimidating in at least one respect or another. A man in a suit, not unlike that fellow she had met earlier in the day. Night? Whatever. But it was most definitely not him, was the point, which actually provoked a quiet sigh of relief. The others, however, were a far more interesting bunch. A man with a chainsaw attached to his arm, a cloaked figure with a snake over their shoulders and a woman armed with an army of pistols. A loud click of the fingers from the apparent ringleader, and everyone broke away slowly, vanishing into doorways and away from the dance floor.
"So, you've come to us, have you?" said the fellow in the suit, flexing his fingers and cracking his knuckles. His voice was deep and distinct, filled with a casual strength and certainty of himself. "That makes things a lot easier, I suppose. Saves us having to hunt you down. So, Hoshi Pirates, welcome to the party!"
Already the emerald angel could sense the cockiness in the man's words, but at the same time it was obvious that he was well above her in the realm of physical ability. Whatever method of fighting he used, he was obviously skilled at it, far more so than she was with any improvised weapon. Still, the piercing gaze of the gunslinger settled upon Arelya for a moment, sending a cold shiver up her spine and the horrid feeling of hairs standing on end. Carefully, she pulled her own Dial-powered pistol up, clutching the grip with both hands and thoroughly uncertain on if it could hope to match the weapons these opponents had. A theoretical jet of cutting air versus a solid slug from a pistol that was certain to make an impact? Well, the winged woman did not quite realise just how much she was trembling in her boots.
"I'm afraid this one will have to end with a bang, though," the femme fatale finished, popping another bubble of gum as she drew forth one of her guns. Within a second, the barrel was pointed towards the head of Nakamura himself, the hammer drawn back in a swift thumb movement. As quickly as she could manage, Arelya extended her arms, taking aim with the barrel of her own weapon and - somewhat fearful of the following events - closed her eyes as she pulled the trigger. With a sharp whistling noise, like air being forced through a pipe, the weapon fired an almost invisible bullet. The air rippled in the wake of the projectile, slamming into the woman's pistol hand just a moment later with a distinctive 'thwock'. The silence that followed was broken by only two sounds; the pistol striking the ground with a dull thud, and a gentle whistling noise from the barrel of the inventor's own weapon.
And then she laughed. An honest, confident laughter that so far not a soul on the Blue Sea had heard. Her first attempt at something potentially very dangerous had gone right straight off the bat, the gunslinger staring at her empty hand and the small red stain coming from her thumb where the air 'spear' had nicked her flesh. All of a sudden, the insecurities of the wandering woman had been banished, overtaken by a startling confidence that was most unlike her...