3/26/2003

01:58 AM

Logfile from Tomite.

 

Mandarin Plaza - 1502

It looks like an average two bedroom apartment. The furniture is second-hand, and the overall impression is somewhat shabby, with the exception of the shotgun/rifle collection hanging up on the far wall.  Pretty boring place, really, but there's a TV and some game consoles, at least

Lexie is here.

Obvious exits:

Exit

 

Lexie is seated on the couch, though the door to the apartment is wide open -- Now that it's warming up, Alex is cheap and doesn't want to bother with AC.  So, she's letting the hall AC drift in. The harbringer of destruction and all that bad goodness is strumming away on a beat-up acoustic guitar, singing lustily. "So I'm on my way, goodbye Rosie, queen of corona, seein' me an' Julio in the schoolyard.. Well, I'm on my way, I don' know where I'm goin', I'm takin' my time.."  She's pretty good, and her Italian-accented alto carries down the hall.  Tomite's stereo is featured prominently in her living room.  The windows are open, as well.

 

From down the hall wafts Chase's voice, "Thank you for letting me borrow it though.... Yeah... Maybe another time." See, he is a good boy, giving back something or another that he borrowed from a 'neighbor' that was naive enough to let him borrow. Tying up those proverbial loose ends before rinsing his hands of this place altogether. The boy starts away, only to blink at the singing coming from the not-so-far-off room, passing by, taking a casual peek within, continues on. Wait. He drops back a step and peers once more.

 

Lexie doesn't seem to pay any attention-- She's dressed in a floral black silk bathrobe, wet hair splayed across her shoulders and back, and.. Well, Rathan's in and out as he pleases, and she's never been shy.  The music segues into an Italian tune as she switches languages, crossing one leg over another and leaning back.  Some of the stuff should look familliar, allright.. She's an opportunist if ever there was one. At the moment, though, she's enjoying her music, baring her soul into the notes and words of the song.. Suffice to say, it's not an openness she shows often or to most people, especially her oni.  And her mood may go mercurial once she realizes she's being watched.

 

Granted, it was the singing that first caught his attention, and then came the woman in the robe. Damp, rather attractive looking woman in a robe. The boy recognizes her right off the bat despite that one brief meeting once upon a time, gaze flickering at the loot in her place. The teenager smirks before sidling up to lean against the doorframe, crossing one arm over the other as he simply watches her. He can wait. Or not. "Boo."

 

Lexie has the good grace to fade off the notes rather than strike something discordant, looking up and arching both sable eyebrows.  "Well, you look a bit familliar. " She murmurs, with the hint of a smile. "Do come in.  Music fan, by any luck?  I always have a hell of a time finding anyone for a duet..."  She pauses, dark blue gaze evaluating him. "Something I can get you?  Coffee, tea, beer?"

 

Chase is a fairly good singer. He can hold a tune at least. "Yeah, I'm a huge fan of music. All kinds. I'm sure you've got something of mine over there." Yep, he waves towards the stereo and CDs. He actually takes a step further into the apartment, smiling all the while, "Familiar, eh? I remember you."

 

Lexie steeples her fingers, resting her elbows on the body of the guitar.  "Ah, that would be your collection, hmm? Fine taste." She murmurs, expression alight with the thrill of confrontation.  "See, funny thing, that.  The whole load was abandoned in an apartment downstairs.  And you look a little young to have an apartment, hmm?  Maybe you'd care to prove it. Here, turn away from the CDs.." She beams. "And tell me what's on them.  And what you like about them, from one music fan to another, si?"

 

"Would you be surprised if I told you I was eighteen?" Chase quips. He used to say he was twenty-one, now he hasn't even a hope of saying that one anymore. And he is eighteen -sorta. "Yeah, that would be mine. And the stereo, and that game console, and I'm sure a few other things if I were to look around." And he looks as though he might just do that, as the boy moves away, squinting into the bedroom for a moment. "I know perfectly well what is one them. They're mine. Most are alternative and I like them because... because I like them." Simple.

 

Lexie shakes her head, wagging a finger. "Well, I'll believe it because you looked different when I saw you.. Looks like you got some of Hatsui's sheared years, eh?  Mm, but that's not enough of a reason to like music!  It's something you're supposed to feel. The sorrow of Jim Morrison, The elegant rhythm of the Nylons.. What a wasted world, if all you hear is what's popular!  Anyways, the former 'tenant' abandoned all these things, and I'm not the only one who shared in the spoils.  Nice stereo system, by the way. But if that's all you see in music, it's pearls before swine. Music is the great escape.  No class, money, aspirations, or sorrow can stand before well-written music.  You should learn an instrument. There's no better way to express yourself.  Angsty and teenage as you may be."

 

Chase was all ready to start arguing with her about ownership, and now he is getting a lecture on music an feeling and... "What the hell are you talking about?" After she started in on Jim Morrison the rest just became a vague yammering reminiscent of the teacher that talks on the Peanuts cartoons. The teenager wrinkles his nose and rolls his eyes, "Look, I was hardly out of the place for a day before you found your way into there and robbed me blind. I just want my stuff back, yin. Go find a Seiryuu or something to rob instead."

 

Lexie rolls her eyes, sliding off the couch and setting the guitar aside.  So, she moves to stand in front of him, damp and bathrobe and all, folding her arms across her chest. "Alas, I have a name.  More to the point, you want to somehow stake a legal claim on what you no longer have, which /was/ abandoned, when you're clearly a delinquent runaway fifteen or whatever year old?  I think my story will stand up to the cops."  Her expression is challenging. "So the question, my little seishi friend, is how exacly you plan to steal /my/ stereo, hmm?  I'm sure I have enough of your looks memorized to sic the cops on you.  Maybe for an ironic twist I'll send Tokaki." 

 

Chase doesn't exactly have all that great of a reputation with the local police, so that leaves the boy looking a little skeptical. "Eighteen, and I'm not a runaway," he notes, if a little surly. "I really doubt Lee would take your word over mine, so I might just take you up on that." A sigh, "But, I'd really rather not drag the cops into this. No need for them. So I'll just take my stuff and go."

 

Lexie walks ever-patiently over to the back wall of the apartment, and lovingly picks out a shotgun. "Oh?  You don't appriciate it, I think.  You can't even name your favorite bands. So, I'm not inclined to return it. "  She rolls a round in her hand, running her fingers adoringly along the ammunition.  "So. I'll bet you'll get huffy and pull out your seishi powers now and try to make a mess out of my apartment. I assure you that the reprocussions would be ugly, although I'm sure even though you couldn't take me in a fair fight without powers."

 

Chase doesn't look all that impressed at the shotgun. In fact, it actually looks as though the boy is smirking. "What? A fair fight with one of /those/" His chin juts in the direction of the shotgun that she holds. "Those are for morons that can't hit a tin can at twenty yards. I'm not surprised that you'd have something like that." Ouch. Is that disgust in his tone? Eyes rove over the rifles present, "Well, at least you have /some/ taste."

 

Lexie chuckles dryly.  "This particular one is salt-shot.  I'm evening the odds.. And looking forward to leaving some stinging marks on your arrogant hide." She murmurs pleasantly.  "If I wanted you dead, I'd use a handgun.  Although there's this one sniper rifle that Tasuki has that I'm deadly jealous over. But can you blame me, for relying on guns, when one of you folks can get along without your powers, hm? Now, if you want to get into a good scrap /without/ them, I'd be delighted to rumble you for your former equipment which you so hastily abandoned in your eager urge to run from anything you can't handle."  She doesn't relinquish the shotgun, but instead loads the salt buckshot round.  "So, kid.  Going to show your stuff, since I won't just roll over and give away what I rightfully salvaged?"

 

Temptation. Does the woman have any idea how hard it is for someone like him to resist such an offer? Chase's willpower simply doesn't run for denying himself things like that. Salt? Baaaaaah. "Look, I don't know what you are about, lady. If you are itching for a fight, sure thing... but I can't promise not using what my god gave me in all of his infinite wisdom. It'd be a crying shame to just piddle around with you while you take pot-shots, and me without a gun to call my own either." He shrugs his shoulders, moving away from the wall, simply watching her with something of a smirk.

 

Lexie chambers the round, pulling back the bolt with a smirk of her own. "Well, that depends, mon ami.  You let me keep what I rightfully found, and I don't sic my oniseishi on the Genbu or try to salt your ass, maybe I'll even let you stay for a beer.  You make an issue of it in my home, and I do everything I can to make your life inhumanely miserable. And if you think I can't find ways to do it, then you haven't been paying attention to how unguarded Hatsui is when she decides to go on her little romps around town.  The choice is entirely yours, but I'm from a part of town where if someone's on your property, it's perfectly okay to fuck them up."

 

Chase sighs once more, nearly rolling his eyes, "Threatening will get you nowhere, yin." He is shaking his head from side to side, only to reach up and flip around his ballcap so that the bill is to the back. "You so much as even look Hatsui's way and I'll hunt down each and every one of your pretty little oni and put a bullet through their forehead. Right here." And he taps a finger nearly between his eyes. "Always wanted to get me one, but the miko might do just as well." Both hands drop once more, one sliding behind his waist to the back. When the bow gets too hinky to lug around, you have to make do.

 

Lexie laughs, stroking the barrel of the rifle, holding it at ready. "I don't threaten, seishi. Although I /do/ have a name.  At any rate, I make promises. And I promise you now, kid, if you fuck with me, there /will/ be hell to pay.  Anyways, I doubt you can even /use/ a gun like I can.  But I also do guarantee.."  She raises the shotgun, holding it at ready, before breathing, "I would be happy to show you what I can do.  Move to do anything but leave this apartment and you'll get pock-mark scars.  Use force beyond that and everything you care about is as good as dead.  Unlike you, I don't have anything I care about losing. Not even my life.. The Yin will restore it, if they feel the need to bother.  So how about it, kid? Is your stereo and pride worth violence and a re-erupting war, hmm?"  She sights the rifle on him, ready to fire if he even so much as glows the wrong way at her.  It might just be salt shot, but the shit burns and leaves one hell of a mark.

 

And a smile perches upon Chase's lips. It is the kind of smile that only someone of his age can have. Smug, self-assured, bullet-proof. He wears it well and often. There is an almost excited glimmer to his eyes, even if the hand at his back steadies. "Thing is, yin, I don't much care." Especially from a kid that has been spoiling for a tangle with a Yin for quite some time. The gun is eyed with a wry glance, and then a brightening one. And that is all the warning she is going to get before the spry seishi dive-rolling across the floor and behind some bit of furniture. He's quick, but probably not quick enough to avoid most of the shot. And the inevitable glow that heralds the appearance of a thin slick of ice over the floor.

 

Lexie is a former marine, and can shoot better than even Tasuki. Not only does she notice the muscles in movement enough to gauge the move, but she /does/ open fire with the salt-shot the moment he rolls, aim stil lsquare and true-- He might avoid, but by a great deal narrower margin than he might have thought.  "Wrong move, buddy boy!"  The slick, for the moment, doesn't hurt her footing too much.. Although she's barefoot and can't help but notice, she's also not trying to move. Thankfully. Although it's painful, she doesn't much seem to care, reloading with a /real/ round this time.

 

Ow. Just... ow. Yeah, that hurts, a lot, to put it lightly. But as many times as he has had the holy living crap beat out of him, he'll suffer it. Peppering all over his back. Dammit. He /just/ got some new clothes too, that actually fit. Hearing her reload, the boy winces as he moves to stand, hand twisting with a movement. She'll suddenly find her gun cold, extremely cold, so cold that it is more than likely frozen solid, but at least he didn't try to freeze it right to her hand. "Should have stayed with the salt," he mutters right on back.

 

Lexie tosses aside the shotgun, which shatters on the ground, and just as casually picks up an M-16 rifle.  All of her displays are, of course, in working order, as she uses them.. This one, she put holes through Chiriko with, last.  "Ready to leave yet, kiddo?  I can always have freezer burn healed when you leave. Sure, your powers are nice, impressive even, but frankly, you're still in my digs, making a big to-do about what is now /my/ stuff.  You really want to reap the consequences?  Then you're dumber than I thought."

 

Chase is a fairly smart kid... he is just known for being a little -oh, rash? "Landlord won't like the water damage when this melts." Neither will that stereo, but he isn't exactly thinking about that at the moment. "We could sit here and play this game all day long, and I'd like it." Hand lifts, and this time the ice is crystallizing over the entirety of her case to seal the rest within, except for the gun she has out now. "My stuff. But now I think I wanna stick around and play." Again, that light comes to his eyes, as if he is actually having fun -and doing his best to ignore that rather obvious stinging pain to his back.

 

Lexie chuckles dryly, and fills the stereo full of holes. "Sebastian will pay for it. He always does, even if he complains.  Look, kid, you left it. All gone!"  She laughs, and holds up her pendant in her free hand, which glows with black energy.  "But I'll give you my guardian to play with.  It's the spirit of my old man, finally useful in death.."  A ghostly Italian, burly and unkempt, appears between miko and seishi. "Since you had to be a party pooper and freeze all my guns."  She doesn't want to actually move, as she likes the skin on the bottom of her feet..

 

Spirit Amulet (#457)

The amulet contains a captured spirit, enslaved to do the bidding of the wearer though there is a deeper tie by blood to the Yin no miko. The spirit of her father may be summoned forth to guard/attack. Physical attacks only do half damage and magical attacks may shatter the spirit but it will reform depending on the power of the attack within moments. The spirit will continue to reappear as long as the amulet remains intact.

 

D'oh! "Hey! I just got that!" Chase groans as his stereo is reduced to nothing more than smoking electronic parts. As the enslaved spirit moves to stand before him, he boy is blinking, knowing a thing or two about spirits. He frowns, but not before pushing away from that chair, sliding across the ice and to the side to stay away from the spirit. Not exactly trusting the miko to just stand there and look... well, damp, he eyes her hair, smirks, get a bit of the knave in his eyes, and uses that convenient dampness as just the right boost to make trying to freeze it all the easier.

 

Lexie is furious!  She adores her hair! Of course, as she doesn't want to snap it, it keeps her effectively immobilized, although she /does/ open fire with the M-16.  "Kill!" She orders the spirit, who moves to try to obey. Yep, congrats. She's pissed off now. (repose)