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twiststheblade) wrote2006-06-10 01:08 am
twiststheblade) wrote2006-06-10 01:08 am
Angels: Act Two
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Yokohama.
Japan's biggest port city.
Hub of trade, export, and import.
Modern, classical, new and ancient. If a thing is new 'it was done first in Yokohama'.
It is late by the time the two bikes purr through the suburbs, heading for the heart of the financial district. Late, and the rain has stopped. The surfaces are slick with water, lights reflecting off anything and everything, a shifting kaleidoscope.
The buildings are an odd mix. Darkened office buildings, except for the odd window where a worker is up late into the night. Bars, restaurants, the odd shop, spill light and sound and smell out into the streets.
Eventually, Miho waves an arm, slows, and pulls over to the side of the road. She hops off, braces the bike, and smoothly uses her entire body-weight to lift it onto the stand. She pushes her visor up, and smiles.
"Well, this is it."
There are two buildings that stand out. One is rounded, almost like a tower, stabbing up into the night. Next to it, seperated by only a narrow alleyway, is a mirrored tower-block, curved frontage, glass elevators running up the outside of the building. It has an enourmous lobby, brightly lit, edged by small shops, and a few restaurants.
"That's the one we want," she says, pointing to the rounded building. "And this is the one I thought we could go across from."
She grins.
"Anyone for sushi?"
Yokohama.
Japan's biggest port city.
Hub of trade, export, and import.
Modern, classical, new and ancient. If a thing is new 'it was done first in Yokohama'.
It is late by the time the two bikes purr through the suburbs, heading for the heart of the financial district. Late, and the rain has stopped. The surfaces are slick with water, lights reflecting off anything and everything, a shifting kaleidoscope.
The buildings are an odd mix. Darkened office buildings, except for the odd window where a worker is up late into the night. Bars, restaurants, the odd shop, spill light and sound and smell out into the streets.
Eventually, Miho waves an arm, slows, and pulls over to the side of the road. She hops off, braces the bike, and smoothly uses her entire body-weight to lift it onto the stand. She pushes her visor up, and smiles.
"Well, this is it."
There are two buildings that stand out. One is rounded, almost like a tower, stabbing up into the night. Next to it, seperated by only a narrow alleyway, is a mirrored tower-block, curved frontage, glass elevators running up the outside of the building. It has an enourmous lobby, brightly lit, edged by small shops, and a few restaurants.
"That's the one we want," she says, pointing to the rounded building. "And this is the one I thought we could go across from."
She grins.
"Anyone for sushi?"
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She brushes off any concern about the wound, which whilst it is still bleeding sluggishly is hardly life threatening.
"And of course I fucking forgot! In case you forgot, we don't have immortals in my world. And when someone I love gets shot in front of me I have this strange tendency to lose the capacity for rational thought!"
She might be shouting at this point. Because it's either shout or cry, and anger isn't going to get them killed.
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Goldy just looks at her, emotion welling behind the eye slit in her balaclava. Part of her wants to fall back on mockery, because that is safe. But a larger part of her determines that this is neither the place nor the time.
Miho needs something in return right now. And she gets it. Goldy pulls her mask off properly and leans close to Miho's ear.
"I love you too."
It's barely audible. But it's said. And meant.
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Softly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted."
Deep breath.
"We can't do this now. Let's get to the vault and get out."
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Leaning against a wall, Alanna kicks at the floor, her chest heaving still.
She makes a face in their general direction.
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She makes a face back at Alanna—albeit a cuter one.
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Then at Alanna.
Then at Goldy again, grins and sidles sideways until she is standing next to Alanna, innocent smile on her face. Goldy echoes her, so there is sidling in stereo, and Alanna is soon flanked by two artless expressions.
Flutters her eyelashes. Steals Alanna's balaclava with one hand, taking off her own with the other.
Then they both lean towards her and ...
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"There!" Goldy says smugly as they both pull back. She's grinning gently, and quite innocently. "Now quit your grousing and let's get these swords."
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"Right. Swords. Don't do that again, or I'll sic the Antichrist on you."
The words would carry a lot more weight if she wasn't grinning.
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"C'mon," lightly, leading the way down the corridor.
"This way."
As they disappear around the corner, Miho can be heard wondering if Adam would be more likely to object that they had kissed her, or that he hadn't been around to appreciate it for himself. . .
(Scene Four)