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LOG; Ongoing~
When; April 5th, evening.
Rating; PG-13 at the least
Characters; Chane![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unsaying and Ladd heyheyheyheeey
Summary; Behold the final showdown! :o
Log;
The target was within the throw of her knife. He was quick enough that he might dodge it, but it would likely give her an upper hand in the battle about to ensue. She could send another blow as he dodged. She had more chances of winning.
But killing him was not the point of this mission of hers.
Standing quietly on the roof of the building beside the dark alley, she stared down coldly at the figure skipping happily. She needed to make him see that threatening Huey Laforet in front of his daughter is definitely not a good idea. With one decisive stomp of her foot, she hopped off her hiding place to land in front of the man, Ladd Russo.
With one move she had her two knives drawn, ready to attack him anytime.
Rating; PG-13 at the least
Characters; Chane
unsaying and Ladd heyheyheyheeeySummary; Behold the final showdown! :o
Log;
The target was within the throw of her knife. He was quick enough that he might dodge it, but it would likely give her an upper hand in the battle about to ensue. She could send another blow as he dodged. She had more chances of winning.
But killing him was not the point of this mission of hers.
Standing quietly on the roof of the building beside the dark alley, she stared down coldly at the figure skipping happily. She needed to make him see that threatening Huey Laforet in front of his daughter is definitely not a good idea. With one decisive stomp of her foot, she hopped off her hiding place to land in front of the man, Ladd Russo.
With one move she had her two knives drawn, ready to attack him anytime.
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No. No. No. Ladd Russo was simply and painfully ecstatic about his new toys. He skipped the dark alleys of the City, one hand holding each automatic submachine gun he purchased in a “loan.” They were good toys. Better toys than the ones the black suits got even!
He rambled to himself about green eyes and his little sister Ophelia. His babbling stopped in the moment Chane left her hideout, senses alerted before she landed in front of him, silently drawing her weapons.
The tension of the moment, though, was cut by his insane giggling, his grin and eyes growing wider to see a sight of that amazing woman he had fought once. Placing one of the rifles over his shoulder, he greeted cockily said:
“Hey hey heeeeeey~~ Where you desperately seeking for me, Cha~ne?” He paused, making a serious face that would have been mocking on another man that wasn’t Ladd Russo. But he was honest in his solemnity. Honest in his childish madness. “Yer love for me must be so great… Let me tell ya something, I won’t kill you. Ya are ready to die, aren’t ya?” He eyed her, lips curling up a smirk again. “I can tell by faaaaaar, ya are seeking yer death as justification for what, eh? This Huey guy?”
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The man was insane.
Chane was less disturbed by his smirk than by his words. She did not seek him for suicidal reasons, she was unlike his fiance who seemed so eager to die. It made no sense to her that the beautiful lady would want to be his life's companion. Then again, it made no sense to her that he jumped off the moving train to rescue her. It was surprising at the least.
It gave him respect points, but not (will never be) enough to make Chane let him get away with his bad intentions regarding Huey. Giving no reply, she let fly one knife from her left hand while running forward with another knife on her right hand. She aimed straight for his heart.
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There is nothing that excited him more than a quiet, beautiful woman. But he would be a gentleman just as his uncle taught him to.
“Heh…” Ladd let go a chuckle, already expecting an attack to his head or to his heart. He stepped backwards, aiming the rifle with his right hand, shooting the knife flying towards his chest.
“Straight to business, eh? Straight to my heart, Cha~ne, eh? Your love is something pure and immense. I feel it.” He laughed, dodging her upcoming attack, flexing his knees and his back when she was close to stab him. He sensed the edge cutting the layers of his suit, grazing his skin near his ribs. “I feel it!” He laughed again and used his left rifle to hit her hand and try to disarm her. “I FEEL IT!”
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She winced as he hit her right hand, but the pain was not enough to disarm her. Retreating, she jumped away a few metres from him. She had to come up with another strategy than blindly attacking him. The tear on his suit was encouraging, but it was nothing in terms of progress. If anything, he was even more excited because of it.
Before she let herself catch her breath, Chane headed for him again, bending one leg and extending the other once she was close enough. She tried to trip him with. He was too quick on his feet, she had to get him off them first.