"And I told him, 'I don't want to pay for your bloody magic scanner! I don't care that your magic scanner broke! You didn't have to scan me, thereby causing the poor thing to implode in on itself due to the readings it got!'" Sorena said to Sem as they walked down road. They weren't far from the house, having come from the market. It was a clear day, and the aquamor was listening to the witch babble on about one of her endless stories. The woman black gown was easily recognizable, but thankfully the people of the town had stopped giving her and Sem stares after about a year.
"How is that fair? Why should I pay for the thing?" she went on. "What was he doing going about scanning me anyway?" She paused for a moment, no doubt trying to figure out the answer to her own question. "You know, I feel sort of violated," she nodded. "In fact, I should sue the man."
"How long ago was this?" Sem had to ask, not caring to remind her this was mostly likely at an airport.
"It can't have been that long ago..." she trailed.
"Ah," the otterfish answered, knowing very well that that probably meant the man was long dead by now.
"I should sue him though, be like the city people!" she nodded once. "They bloody sue for bloody everything!" she exclaimed, waving her arms about. "'Hey, you stepped on my cat's tail.' BAM. 'Here you go, bastard, here's a lovely bloody lawsuit for you! What? You stepped on its tail on accident because you couldn't see? Which was because of all the presents you were holding for your brats while struggling up the icy walkway? Well Merry Christmas to ya! See you in court, douchebag.'"
It was silent then besides the sound of gravel under their feet as they walked. This was how it usually went. Soon enough the woman would start on another random subject, which would cause her to remember some event of her life which she would explain, which would then lead to a rant on another issue. Sem didn't mind though, he loved the woman, really. He owed a lot to her, and he couldn't deny that the witch's scatterbrained nature wasn't amusing.
It was then that large green flash in the sky caught their attention. Looking up, they saw a portal rip open the air above them and two large, red-clawed hands shot down and immediately took hold of the two.
"Well this is new..." Sorena muttered to herself as the hand began to pull her up into the air.
"I think there's more important things worry about right now!" Sem barely managed to say; he felt very constricted in the hand's grip. Desperately he began to call liquid to him in order to defend himself.
"Like my groceries?" Sorena wondered as she looked sadly down at the things she had just purchased as they lay scattered on the ground below her.
Before any more words could be said they vanished within the hole.
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The moon hung low in the sky, darkness covered the city of Lilycove, Hoenn. The night air was warm, and the city was plenty alive at night. Plenty of things for people to do, not all of them being legal. In fact, a few people liked to occupy themselves with illegal activities, some more illegal than others.
A dark figure was crouched on the rim of a building, looking down through the windows of the structure next door. The figure was clothed in a dark coat, and a long ponytail of raven colored hair flowed down her back, long bangs hung over her face as she looked down. A visor of sorts covered her eyes, and appeared to be any normal pair of sunglasses, though they were far more than that as she read the information they displayed to her.
"Where's my man?" she said aloud to herself, a dark smile played across her face. The click of a gun sounded. "There you are," she purred. Standing up, she removed the visor, revealing her midnight blue eyes, bright with desire. Her pale skin looked very white in the moonlight, though there wasn't much to show beyond the skin that covered the powerful features of her face. Under the coast was a plain dark top that clung to her shapely figure. The pair of dark-wash jeans did the same. On her feet were a pair of leather boots, flat-soled and sleek, going half-way up her shins. Fingerless gloves covered her hands, which she put to her sides, resting them on the two holsters on either hip. The holsters contained to semi-automatic pistols, top of the line and not even on the market yet. They were black as her hair and had the word 'Strata' engraved into the sides of the barrels. A katana sheath was also strapped to the small of her back.
"I'd rather not have to nab you from your party, but there's a lot of people," she thought to herself. "I won't be hard to catch you alone...
"Hnn," the huntress grinned, watching through the windows as the man made his way through the people and to the stairs that would lead to the roof that was lower than the one she was on. "Perfect."
In one graceful movement the woman jumped off the rim of the building, flipping and landing squarely on the roof of the other building. The door creaked open the the large man walked out in his suit, dabbing his sweaty forehead with a cloth.
He jumped at the sound of her heels. They clacked against the rooftop as she walked towards him in a feminine gait, feminine, but she wore self-confidence like a cloak. She stopped only a couple meters away, one hand resting on her hip, the other taking hold of a Strata, though left it holstered for now.
All the color drained from his face when he saw the red R's on her shoulders.
"No need to say a word," she began, calmly but with authority. "I want you to listen very carefully though, I want you t-"
A flash of green caught her eye. Her head jerked up, eyes locking on the light before it formed a wormhole. Instinctively her hand both grasped at her guns and she was about to open fire when the large hand shot down and grabbed her. A green fog surrounded it, somehow stopping her from teleporting, which was the next instinctual thing to do.
Lysis Fox could only growl as she disappeared into the unknown.
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"Where are we?" Sorena wondered, looking around.
"Forget that, look!" Sem yelled, pointing at the large dragon.
"Yes, yes, I saw it," Sorena waved her hand dismissively, looking around still.
"There're people fighting it," the aquamor told her.
"Mm? Oh! So they are!" she nodded, focusing on the creature now and examining it as if for the first time despite her prior claim. "I don't see why..." she muttered. "Look at it! Poor thing's stuclk in the bloody ground! It probably summoned us to help it or something. People these days," she spat. "Have to attack anything that moves, or looks like it could be capable of moving."
"I'm having an odd feeling of deja vu..." Sem muttered, summoning his gunblades to his hands. The beautiful yet modern blades attached to a black pistol, the word 'Strata' on the sides.
"Is that Chadwyck?" Sorena wondered.
"I believe it is," Sem answered. "Hm. Well, we should probably give him a hand? I'm sure he wants to fight that thing more than us."
Sorena sighed. "Oh, fine! I suppose the thing looks evil enough, but really!"
Another wormhole opened, depositing another soul to the battlefield.
Quickly she got to her feet, guns in hand, looking around with wide eyes. "What the-"
"Hey, it's what'shername!" Sorena exclaimed, pointing at the newcomer.
The young woman's eyes shot over to the witch. "You!" She pointed a gun. "What have you done now?"
"Nothing, honest!" Sorena answered. "Not that if was my fault the first time..."
Lysis glared at the woman before turning her gaze to Sem, sneering at his weapons before turning her attention to the large dragon wreaking havoc. Noting the small dots that were the people fighting it she asked, "Is whatever that thing is the cause of it?" she demanded.
"I think so," Sem answered. There was a large rumbled as the creature pulled itself free.
"Oh, maybe it's not stuck then," Sorena pursed her lips. Seeing how it continued attacking the fighters she decided, "Yeah, it's a bad dragon then." She sighed. "Hate it when I'm wrong."
The psychic wasted no more time in getting into the action. She jumped off of the hill they were on, landing on the flat ground and began sprinting towards the dragon. After a moment's hesitation Sem followed after her, gunblades in hand as well. Sorena's sword flashed into her hand and she glided down the hill and across the plain after the two, muttering to herself all the while.
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Yaaaay I posted. Yaaaaay for totally wrong, never-should-happen crossovers!