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[xin_shan_quan_girl]

She stands at her favorite hill again, focusing her mind. This has never been an entirely easy process for her, especially when something rankles at her, but she tries her best. Still, the sighting of Revya has set her ill at ease, and finally she sighs and turns towards the split rock.

Old man... seems like there are people in this world worse than Odi Wan -- or, hell, worse than Demon King Odio. Hard t' believe, I know, but so it seems. I can feel it. She don't destroy like Odi Wan, or Odio, or any of them guys I heard th' others talk about. It's damn scary, if I wanna be honest.

Sammo, Yuan... Master. If I do find I have to face her down, I'm gonna need your strength. Th' strength to fight her, and to help others fight her. I ain't ever been th' most level-headed type. So I need you guys to help keep me on the straight and narrow, okay? Okay.

I won't let you down, guys. Old man, you passed this art down to me, and I ain't goin' down without makin' another master to follow after me. You have my promise to that.

Comments

[xinshanquangal.livejournal.com]

Not so much run into as "her fuckin' announcin' herself to half the Netherworld." She's got th' same feel as the Demon King and none of his justification. Yer right to worry about her.

[pet-moonrabbit.livejournal.com]

Y-yeah, I noticed that.

...

I tried to snipe her, but... she dodged.

I probably should have muffled my rifle...

[xinshanquangal.livejournal.com]

Something I've learned about her type is that you really can't take 'em down all by yer lonesome. It takes a group of people with a common goal in mind to even think of taking 'em down without expectin' to be a smear on th' pavement. And none of that "power of love" or "power of friendship" bullshit -- you've seriously gotta know what yer doin' on top of whatever motivation you've got.

[pet-moonrabbit.livejournal.com]

I suppose so.

Still, it was worth a try.

[xinshanquangal.livejournal.com]

Hmm. You shoot guns, you say?

[pet-moonrabbit.livejournal.com]

That's right. It's what I'm best with, I think.

[xinshanquangal.livejournal.com]

Heh. I ain't seen guns too much, but the first guy I ever saw really use 'em was a fuckin' pro at it. Had one 'a them "hand guns," and he'd shoot so fast you'd swear his damn hand didn't move an inch. Wonder what happened to that oddball?

[pet-moonrabbit.livejournal.com]

*well, clearly Reisen wouldn't know where he went off to*

One of these, right? *Reisen pulls out her own handgun. ((Not one of those silly, unwieldy looking Disgaea guns. A more compact design with the LDC insignia on the side))*

[xinshanquangal.livejournal.com]

Eh? Didn't look quite like that, no. Can't really describe it...

A modern gun, after all, does not look much like an old 1800s six-shooter.

[pet-moonrabbit.livejournal.com]

Ah...

*she puts it away*

It must have been an older style, then, maybe? Or newer...?

[xinshanquangal.livejournal.com]

Damned if I'd know. Older? Newer? They could all be from prehistoric times fer all I know.

[pet-moonrabbit.livejournal.com]

Ah... w-well, I guess you don't come from a place where guns are common, then?

[xinshanquangal.livejournal.com]

Not really. Only reason I ever seen one before was because that Demon King Odio bastard was sort of pickin' from a time banquet table or somethin'.

[pet-moonrabbit.livejournal.com]

... you mean he could manipulate time?

[xinshanquangal.livejournal.com]

Time, space, whatever. All I know is that he thought he knew better than us, and we all proved him wrong. Still...