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savetheearth2013-07-16 12:25 am
15minuteslate) wrote in savetheearth2013-07-16 12:25 am
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Who: Vanessa and Mamoru
What: Vanessa and Mamoru getting along like a house on fire. By which I mean, she's stealing from the tip jar again because he was an ass to her, and the Tom and Jerry shenanigans are rudely interrupted by a Vermini attack.
Where: Starbucks.
When: July 16
It had been one hell of a shift. First there had been "make sure the cappuccino's not too dry but not wet either" girl (who really wanted it bone dry, she brought it back if it wasn't) and then there had to be at least five people who forgot that they'd wanted their drinks iced until they'd already been made, and he'd just finished off someone who'd apparently been sent to get coffee for an army. An army that wanted dirty chais and iced lattes and everything else under the sun.
Half an hour. That was it. Then he could ditch this place and go blow off some steam somewhere else before that class...
Mamoru had his back to the register, cleaning out the coffee urns with a wet rag. He glanced back at the front every few minutes, but really wasn't paying all that much attention.
What: Vanessa and Mamoru getting along like a house on fire. By which I mean, she's stealing from the tip jar again because he was an ass to her, and the Tom and Jerry shenanigans are rudely interrupted by a Vermini attack.
Where: Starbucks.
When: July 16
It had been one hell of a shift. First there had been "make sure the cappuccino's not too dry but not wet either" girl (who really wanted it bone dry, she brought it back if it wasn't) and then there had to be at least five people who forgot that they'd wanted their drinks iced until they'd already been made, and he'd just finished off someone who'd apparently been sent to get coffee for an army. An army that wanted dirty chais and iced lattes and everything else under the sun.
Half an hour. That was it. Then he could ditch this place and go blow off some steam somewhere else before that class...
Mamoru had his back to the register, cleaning out the coffee urns with a wet rag. He glanced back at the front every few minutes, but really wasn't paying all that much attention.
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Like when she lunged for the knife. Two of the birds had been stunned, but there were four left, and all of them were flying right at her. Mamoru leapt into the way, eyes narrowed against beaks and claws, and seized one bird in each hand, getting one by the wing and one by the leg. He swung them around and slammed them into the counter, and they went limp. Mamoru wasn't sure if they were stunned or dead, and didn't care. He turned around, looking for the two left, and for Vanessa -- had she managed to grab the knife?
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Just as her fingers touched it, one of the birds circled back and tangled both claws into her hair, yanking hard. Surprised, Vanessa gave a cry and lost her balance, hitting the ground again and sending the knife skittering across the floor with the stupid bird still on her.
"Get. The hell--off!" She snarled and grabbed the bird off her head, climbing to her knees and slamming the creature into the wall behind the counter. Once. Twice. Three times until she was sure she felt hollow bones crumble in her hand.
She let the new carcass drop, fighting down a moment of revulsion and searched around for the knife. The other one was already coming in for another strike. Where the hell had it gone? Damnit, she needed that--
A beat. The world faded out for a moment, leaving her drifting. Then it cleared and her fingers closed around a handle.
There!
She dashed up to her feet, swinging the knife at the diving bird. She had expected the serrated blade to catch, maybe not even cut at all but instead, the weapon sliced through the bird like butter. The creature gave a feeble squawk and bounced off her stomach before hitting the ground and fluttering once more before going still in a spreading pool of blood.
That was... unexpected. She glanced down at the knife and blinked, staring at the long, curved blade of polished, razor-edged volcanic glass. This... this was not a bread knife. She was no weapons expert but she knew a blade meant for killing when she saw it.
"What the hell...?"
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That definitely wasn't there a moment ago. Is that something from that life we're getting things from...?
"Well, uh," he began, clearing his throat awkwardly. "That's all of them. For now."
The Starbucks was empty, broken glass and pastries and bird blood scattered across the floor.
"...we should go. Before the police show up."
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Her stomach heaved.
"Oh, fuck!" She staggered back away from the counter, raising her hand to her mouth and stopping just in time when she found it smeared with the remains of the bird she had gone all Hulk on.
Now Vanessa was not a squeamish person but this was just too much. Fucking hell it was on her! She may have let out a small shriek of disgust at the discovery and whirled around to grab the first thing she could find to wipe the bird guts off her hand. Which, as luck would have it, was Mamoru's apron.
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"Great, way to make me look like an axe murderer! This won't be conspicuous at all," he groaned.
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Oh, god, it was under her fingernails!
"I'm the one who's going to come out of here looking like a murderer anyway. So stop complaining." She muttered, still focused on her hand.
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"I'll come up with something." Now this knife was a problem. She might be able to explain away some blood on her clothes but that was a little too conspicuous.
She tossed a glance around the cafe before spotting an abandoned laptop bag that the owner had left behind while still securing their computer and headed straight for it, unzipping it and shoving the knife inside. That would do.