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Sep 22, 2009 13:10

[ WHO ] : Rubi Malone (whiskeykillshot) and Reno (untucking)
[ WHERE ]: Third floor and Apartment 302.
[ WHEN ]: After waking up in her own room with only one revolver and no booze, Rubi goes scavenging for her remaining belongings as well as hopefully some alcohol. Lulz insues.
[ RATING ]: PG-13
[ WARNINGS ]: Potential violence and Rubi/Reno's badmouthing.
[ NOTES ]: Let the ( Read more... )

wet: rubi malone, final fantasy vii: reno

Comments 14

untucking September 22 2009, 20:46:06 UTC

Reno, on the other hand, had managed to make his way into the peeling apartments and up to his designated shithole without any trouble whatsoever from ghouls, ghosts or irritated specters, but even he couldn't deny that there was something about the stillness of the place that made the skin on the back of his neck crawl. His Turk-senses cranking up into overdrive, perhaps? After all, he was well paid to maintain a daily sense of consistent alertness and provide eyes, ears and feelers for Shinra ...

Shinra. Red was a long way from home. Just where the fuck had he ended up ( ... )

whiskeykillshot September 22 2009, 21:32:49 UTC

Well shit.

Uttering a pained grunt at the electrical shock that jolted her chest, Malone stumbled backwards and hit the door hard; dog tags jangling against the hollow of her neck. Seeing only a haze of red on a human silhouette, Rubi settled on the possible explanation of another ghostie critter that decided it'd be fun to come out and play. That was unfortunate. If she had her katana this ugly fucker would've been toast long before getting a chance to land a suckerpunch. Reloading the revolver with fresh bullets from the bandoliers ringing her thighs took less than a second of popping the latch holding the six chambers in place, neatly scooping the bullets into each respective chamber with a flick of her wrist, and rolling it shut again against her pantsleg.

A crooked grin slid over her lips. But somehow the smile didn't quite reach the hard edges of her eyes as she leveled the gun at the blob of black outlined by the weak light from the window behind him.

"Adios, amigo."

BLAM!Kicking back hard against her grip, the muzzleflash ( ... )

untucking September 22 2009, 22:11:41 UTC

... What?

A chick?

Reno scoffed and nimbly bounced back a pace as Rubi thudded back against the doorframe; chick or no, she'd still busted through his door without a second thought, and she wasn't going to get away without a warning. For the time being, however, the EMR shock would have to suffice, and the redhead really wasn't in the mood for fight-

'The hell? The bitch was reloading? Just his fucking luck. Now, Reno had always prided himself on being one of the fastest Turks on the team, but dodging bullets from near enough point blank range was a feat and a half even for him. Not to say that it couldn't be done, of course, but after being dragged from his own home and spat out into this shambles of a city, evading gunfire was right down at the bottom of the list of things he wanted to do there and then. He dipped to the left and shot to the right without a second to spare, but this psycho was good.

Really good.

BANG."Fuck ( ... )

whiskeykillshot September 22 2009, 22:40:12 UTC

Reno's cursing was like music to Malone's ears. However, the brief flash of smugness was instantly cut off after she was disarmed. And bingo, bango, boom, insert two more underhanded blows on top of that.

Ignoring the warm trickle of blood flowing from a split lip, Rubi dropped into a low crouch, dug her heels into the battered carpet, and took the Turk down with a shoulder in the gut like a battering ram. Letting the redhead take the brunt of their weight upon hitting the floor, she hastily straddled his chest and got a fistful of his collar while her free hand came back to her shoulder and curled into an even tighter fist, her knuckles a stark white.
The grin on her face as she stared down at him was positively demonicIt wouldn't matter if he still had his bat-taser-thingamajig or not. She was going to rip him a new one either way. Although Rubi was by no means a specialist in hand-to-hand if she was unarmed, she did know enough to fight dirty when she got the chance and not to leave herself open... most of the time. Sometimes it ( ... )

untucking September 22 2009, 23:25:33 UTC

Unfortunately for him, Reno didn't even have time to think in the split second between punching her in the mouth and being tackled to the floor. He hit ground hard; Shiva, this woman weighed a ton, although the redhead strongly suspected that it was all muscle. Another strike against him. Sure, Reno was agile and springy and unbelievably fast, but he admitted himself that he was slightly ... lacking ... when it came to physical strength. Hell, there was a reason why he left all the grunt work to Rude ( ... )

whiskeykillshot September 22 2009, 23:52:26 UTC

For a weakling, this guy was pretty damn fast. Even faster running away, too. Clever.

Nursing aching shoulders and a potential bruise on her collarbone from being ground into the carpet, Rubi pushed herself up to her knees and shimmied backwards, retrieving her revolver on the way. For a moment she seemed to seriously consider putting a bullet between the Turk's eyes, lifting the gun half-heartedly about an inch or two, but seemed to change her mind and settled it in a holster at her hip instead. She'd done a number on him already. As long as her point got across, there wasn't much reason to ice the loudmouth anyways... plus that meant dealing with another angry ghost.
Yeah. She'd pass on that one.

"The FUCK did you jump me for?"

She snapped, pressing a hand soaked in both her blood as well as his to her temple. For one little love tap in the noggin, that smarted something fierce.

"First a black motherfucking ghost thing, and now this. Is this L.A? I fucking hate L.A...Malone's grumbling quieted to the occasional outburst of ( ... )

untucking September 23 2009, 00:20:52 UTC

"The fuck did you shoot me for?" He grumbled, sweeping the back of his hand over his bloody mouth before wiping it onto the floor. Fuck carpets. Reno gingerly eased out of his bloodied jacket and tossed it to the side for a moment, before rolling to the sleeve of his crumpled white button-down. As suspected, the left sleeve had bloody tear just above the elbow and sticky red had been flourishing quite nicely across the starched white cotton, and upon closer inspection he could see that the bullet had left quite a gash in his white skin ( ... )

whiskeykillshot September 23 2009, 00:47:13 UTC

"Well what the hell else was I supposed to do? You aren't no fuckin' five star welcoming committee, I'll tell you that." No kidding. Getting smacked with an electrified baseball bat in the gut wasn't exactly her idea of the greatest housewarming gift ever. Rubi would take pie over an EMR any day ( ... )

untucking September 23 2009, 06:15:28 UTC

"Rubi. Then it's a pleasure, yo," he replied, his words damp with sarcasm as he lifted his other knee and wedged the bottle in between them. Hey, anyone would think that he was used to opening bottles of whiskey with one hand! He twisted the cap off easily before taking a swig of the aromatic amber liquid, enjoying the deep burn as it worked it's way down into his chest to warm him from the inside out. Fuck ghosts. Fuck guns. Fuck popped noses. He was going to take a few seconds to enjoy himself ( ... )