Sanaek !gwSNAAKE5k 2009/09/11 (Fri) 01:42 No. 93927 ▼
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"It's worth a shot. Let's just hope we're lucky." I seem to be the first to voice my opinion. Or at least one of the few who seem to be paying attention... "Yuugi, what's your take on all this?" I ask her specifically in the hopes that it might help her give a damn.
"Eh? Uhh.. What was the question again?" It doesn't seem to be working. She's hardly fazed at all, though her visible nonchalance in the face of a ruined city and about two dozen fallen planes of unknown origin is frightening. I wonder what it takes to get her even somewhat riled up..
"Never mind.." I give up. She's far too out of it to be reliable in.. Probably any situation at all at this point. Combat especially. "We're heading East. If you plan on sticking around, I suggest you pay a little more attention to what's going on.."
"Alright, alright." She snorts, letting out a sort of chuckle under her breath. It's irritating, but I let it pass. "Lead the way, boss."
"I'm the boss!" So sayeth our Lord, Suwako. "Not him!"
"Sure, sure. Doesn't really matter to me." Yuugi laughs the same as before, and I can practically see it burrowing under Suwako's skin.
The small Goddess' face contorts with anger before she storms off towards the sun. "We're leaving!" She yells, "Gather your gear and move out!"
"Sourpuss.." Yuugi sighs, stays seated for a moment longer. She only finally gets to her feet once Parsee starts tugging on her arm.
The group travels in a fairly close group. In the face of an enemy, it's less than ideal. Though among the relative safety of these--as far as I can tell--abandoned remains of skyscrapers, I can let it go unnoticed.
Aya stays close by my side, staying silent as she concentrates on navigating through the mess of rubble. Fairly few words are passed between members of the group, save Tenshi's occasional complaints that her feet hurt and the disgruntled mumbling that Tenshi causes in turn.
It's not long before we reach the car park--a mile isn't far to travel normally, though thanks to the numerous obstacles in our way I'd estimate it took a good hour to walk it. I'll be glad to be out of this city.
For the most part, the garage is intact. The top level has collapsed onto the one below it, but that leaves two tiers below unscathed. Unfortunately, the airport across the way has been bombed to shit, the runway now resembling almost anything but. The tattered remains of an airframe half-buried in a crater stands as a clear giveaway to a keen eye. Nobody else seems to notice it as we head into the garage.
"Huh." Yuugi digs elbow-deep into a pile of loose debris by a cracked concrete support, pulling out what looks to be a small brass cartridge. "Ya know, I've been seein' these things all over the place around here."
"Lemme see that!" Suwako snatches it from her hands, much to everyone's surprise.
"Hmm.. It's definitely from a handgun, but.."
"Lemme guess, you've never seen the likes of it before, right?" Parsee finally speaks up. Her silence since the night before was making me begin to wonder if she'd suddenly gone mute. "That's what they always say in these kinds of situations.."
"No, actually, it's from a .22. Probably a target pistol, but not something a person would go to war with." Though I figure Parsee what trying to crack a joke, Suwako remains humorless. So do the rest of us. Well, it wasn't a very good joke, so who's gonna laugh?
That spurs a thought to mind..
"So you've been in this world for a little while, right?" I ask, "What kind of ammunition would you suppose someone from this place would go to war with?"
"Something like this." Aya lifts up that strange bulky weapon she's been carrying around.
"A mass rail driver." One of the faceless goons behind her says, "The firing mechanism is magnetically driven, so the weapon doesn't require a smokeless powder cartridge."
"..What she said." Aya doesn't seem to like being interrupted. Personally, I find it more awkward that they're all wearing those masks almost constantly. I wonder if..
"Hey," I lean in close to Aya, "You think you could ask her to take the mask off? It's driving me nuts.."
"Yeah, sure." Aya turns to the others, assuming a more authoritative stance. "Alright ladies, masks off!"
..Amazing. They follow the order all at once. Not one of them objects to it. The one who had spoken a moment ago actually seems somewhat relieved to be rid of it.
"He- HEY!" Suwako, of course, is less than thrilled. "Who told you to give that order?!"
"Now, now. We all agreed that I'd be in charge of scouting operations, remember?" Aya smiles and laughs, Begging Suwako to just try and pick a fight.
"Ugh.." Thankfully, she relents.
"Heeeey~!" Yuugi walks up to one of them, "That's a nifty lookin' scar you got there! How'd ya get it?"
"..." The woman remains silent. The number designation reminds me that she's the one Aya and the others had dubbed the group's loose cannon back in the shelter.. Something about her seems awfully familiar, though I can't place it. Maybe it's the eyes. She reminds me almost of a certain Yuuka Kazami.
"You don't wanna know." She finally says, stepping away from the Oni.
"Hey, this one looks good!" Tenshi, now several feet ahead of us, points to a sporty-looking roadster sort of car.
"And how do you expect that dinky little thing to carry us all?" Asks Suwako, now positively indignant.
"Eh..?" Tenshi shows signs of bewilderment.
"What about this?" Says one of Aya's longer-haired crew, standing by a large tank-like vehicle with four sets of wheels on wither side. "I'm a little wary since it's a military transport, but it looks roadworthy."
"Sounds like a safe bet to me." Suwako jumps over to inspect it. "It is armor plated, I assume?"
"Of course, though it takes some skill to drive. That, and the weapons seem to have been stripped from it.." That poor woman, forced to take the brunt of Suwako's tyrannical wrath. "We can salvage fuel from the vehicles we don't intend to use, provided..." She continues explaining, while Aya pulls me and Yuugi up to the next level.
Parsee follows on her own accord fairly close behind, probably wishing not to lose sight of Yuugi. A few more of those military vehicles litter the parking lot on this level--most in pieces. Shot apart, by the looks of the damage. One mostly shielded by the others only has a few small pockmarks drilled into the side panels.
"It sorta reminds me of the German half-track.." I say, trying to liken it to something I recognize. "But... I can't see where the people would sit."
"They sit inside it, fully protected." It would seem the long-haired woman and Suwako followed up up with the others. She smiles at me, "Think you could handle it?"
[ ] No. I've never seen the likes of this before, let alone driven one.
[ ] Yes. It might take some doing, but I'll get the hang of it.