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this one's for the night owls
WHO: Weiss and anyone else who isn't sleeping that night.
WHAT: Thwarting a robbery, rekindling an old hobby.
WHEN: Around 2am.
WHERE: Nova City Museum.
WARNINGS: Fighting, feelings, piano? Also it's really long.
[ It'd been a while since Weiss had really had much in the way of.. well, action. Besides training, anyway. It felt like lately things had been surprisingly quiet in Nova City beyond verbal threats. Those never ended.
Which was something of a relief for Weiss. Most of the city was taken care of between the city's robotic police force, the deputy guardians, and the bounty hunters. But it didn't solve Weiss's insomnia. It'd been a long while since she'd really felt she could sleep.
It seems it was just as well. As Weiss turned the desolate, quiet street corner the sound of rustling clothes and jangling followed by the sudden sound of glass alerted her. A robbery. Weiss sighed and pulled out her phone, sending a quick message to all of her deputies in a whispered voice. ]
You guys aren't going to believe this, but someone actually is tacky enough to try to rob the museum. It looks like two people, normally armed. I don't think it's anything I can't handle, I'm going in.
[ She didn't wait for responses. She didn't wait for the inevitable offer of backup or support. She was up at 2am, fully dressed, and a fight.. one she thought she could win, that would feel good. The cool and crisp night air was sharp in her lungs as she took a deep breath before slowly walking up behind the two. The first one who saw her gasped and hit the other one in the arm, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh crap, I thought she was a ghost for a second-"
"You dumbass, that's the City Guardian!"
"Oh. Oh!"
Great. A couple of idiots. Weiss's lids lowered slightly. ]
You two know I can hear you, don't you? Robbing a museum, really?
[ "Sh-Shut up, little girl. Keep walking before we've-- hey!"
His partner apparently had already decided that they weren't goign to get out of this by talking, instead running at Weiss and firing his glock at her. Weiss blocked the shots with a glyph, then quickly slid forward to jab Myrtenaster's pommel into his stomach. The glock fell to the ground, but the other man laughed at that, then pulled out a pair of elongated hammers that he'd apparently been hiding in his coat. A couple of quick swings sent some sort of red energy beams flying and Weiss. A backflip got her out of the way of the first one, the second one sending her flying about ten feet back, hitting the ground once before landing on her feet. The man swung his left hammer a couple of times.
"Guess they were right about you not being as tough as a Guardian ought to be. Here, bro."
The man reached behind him and tossed another weapon to his brother. It looked like the hilt of a knife or sword, quickly revealing itself to be a laser-based machete when the brother turned it on. Right. Okay. Weiss eyed the glass front wall of the museum, trying to figure out the best plan of attack without breaking the museum wall. Both of the brothers came at her at the same time before she could decide, Weiss deflecting their blows one at a time in a pirouette-esque turn. Her blow was blocked just the same by the hammers, then the machete came and she quickly pushed the hammers back, blocking the machete and letting it slide down Myrtenaster before ducking below and turning it over. The blows were deflected back and forth for a short period before a huge pillar of ice shot the hammer man into the air, pinning him against the building next door. This was followed by a series of blasts from the other brother.
The machete was also a gun. Of course it was. Weiss ran up the pillar of ice to jump to the roof of the building the hammer man was now pinned to. Mr. Machete followed, running surprisingly well up a pillar of ice. Weiss flipped over him and back onto the pillar, using a quick blast of fire dust to melt the ice, the pillar breaking under the weight of the other man and causing them both to drop down to the ground again.He falls on his ass, the very last section of the ice still keeping the other man pinned to the building. Mr. Machete stands up, brushing ice off of his ass and then looking around, then firing at the glass that was now behind Weiss. The front of the museum was an entire wall of glass, so that was all reigning down on her right now. Weiss reached up to cover her eyes and he charged when she did that, charging hard enough to push her back and just as he hit her, firing the blaster-machete with a large pulse enough to explode her back through another wall in the museum. It turned out these two weren't as easy as she had initially thought.. She shook it off. Her head was a little woozy from getting blasted through a wall. While she was reorienting herself the brothers had gotten themselves back up and were now cornering her with sick grins. They obviously thought they were going to win. Weiss narrowed her eyes at that and held her sword in front of her. She was just getting started.
A series of glyphs appeared in the air behind the two and Weiss ran full speed at them before breaking into a glide and slamming back and forth between the glyphs at top speed, slashing through either of them one after the other. Skilled they may be, but they definitely didn't have auras. The injuries were enough to knock them both down. One of them was out, the other one was reaching for the fallen glock again. Weiss stepped on the gun with her heel. ]
You're going to have to do better than a little glass if you want to get a scratch on me. I've been tougher than that for a while. Now hold still.
[ Whether he did or not was irrelevant. Weiss kicked their weapons away and within seconds there was a domed cage of ice surrounding the both of them, spiked ice making it virtually impossible for them to stand up. With those two taken care of and the police robots likely on their way after being alerted by the museum's alarms, Weiss turned her gaze back toward the museum, taking steps forward toward the broken wall to see the full extent of the damage. It looked like the wall took most of the damage. There was a broken china piece or two of some kind, but what really caught Weiss's eye was the piano in the middle of the room.
Her breath was almost taken away by the sight. How curious, something like that just sitting here in a museum. Weiss took a few steps toward it. The exhibit was on some famous musician. She probably.. shouldn't. But she missed it. She couldn't sing anymore, part of her had tried to reject music altogether just because every time she heard it she wanted to let her voice ring out and it wouldn't anymore. But flashes of her childhood reminded her just how much she enjoyed practicing when she was a child, before she'd realized that it would never be enough. That it was nothing more than part of her father's puzzle. But back then, she'd enjoyed it.
The keys felt old as she brushed her fingers over them. Cool, smooth, but there was obvious dust. They hadn't been cared for like they should've. Her fingers dragged over the keys lightly, the vague 'thunk' of the keys not being pressed hard enough to strike the chords within being the only sound until she finally hit a high note at the end of the keys.
Her eyes glanced back to the bloodied ice in the museum's lobby. A brief moment away from the violence, away from her job wouldn't hurt. Weiss carefully, slowly sat down on the old, hardwood piano bench. The smell was familiar. Even in Nova City, where everything smelled like metal and the crisp smokeless flame of beams and technology, the traditional smell of a piano sent her remembering back before she'd realized that she wasn't enough. Back when she'd just accepted all of that praise as if she'd earned it back then, before she realized it wasn't because of her own efforts but her father's name. A more peaceful time.
Weiss keyed a few measures of a song she'd heard on the radio. It takes her a few tries to get some of the notes right. It's been so long since she played.. but after about a minute of trying she seems to figure it out, then changes songs to something she'd played long, long ago as a child. They weren't wrong about her being a prodigy at many things. It just hadn't been enough. It still wasn't. It might never be, and back home she might be stuck knowing that. As she plays through the song, part of her wonders if that's why she hasn't given up here. Because if she keeps fighting, if she keeps trying, it'll keep her away from going home to her father.
Her fingers play as if she hadn't stopped playing for years after the first two minutes of the song, muscle memory kicking in almost immediately. The piano can be heard out on the street, but Weiss doesn't care. The world can stand still in this moment, and she can just get lost in the music. After those two minutes, her head had started to clear and she started to just concentrate on the song instead of her own insecurities and traumas. It was probably the best she'd really felt in a long time.
When she hits the last note of the song, she just goes back and forth between the second to last note a couple of times as if she doesn't want the song to actually end, but knows it has to. ]
WHAT: Thwarting a robbery, rekindling an old hobby.
WHEN: Around 2am.
WHERE: Nova City Museum.
WARNINGS: Fighting, feelings, piano? Also it's really long.
[ It'd been a while since Weiss had really had much in the way of.. well, action. Besides training, anyway. It felt like lately things had been surprisingly quiet in Nova City beyond verbal threats. Those never ended.
Which was something of a relief for Weiss. Most of the city was taken care of between the city's robotic police force, the deputy guardians, and the bounty hunters. But it didn't solve Weiss's insomnia. It'd been a long while since she'd really felt she could sleep.
It seems it was just as well. As Weiss turned the desolate, quiet street corner the sound of rustling clothes and jangling followed by the sudden sound of glass alerted her. A robbery. Weiss sighed and pulled out her phone, sending a quick message to all of her deputies in a whispered voice. ]
You guys aren't going to believe this, but someone actually is tacky enough to try to rob the museum. It looks like two people, normally armed. I don't think it's anything I can't handle, I'm going in.
[ She didn't wait for responses. She didn't wait for the inevitable offer of backup or support. She was up at 2am, fully dressed, and a fight.. one she thought she could win, that would feel good. The cool and crisp night air was sharp in her lungs as she took a deep breath before slowly walking up behind the two. The first one who saw her gasped and hit the other one in the arm, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh crap, I thought she was a ghost for a second-"
"You dumbass, that's the City Guardian!"
"Oh. Oh!"
Great. A couple of idiots. Weiss's lids lowered slightly. ]
You two know I can hear you, don't you? Robbing a museum, really?
[ "Sh-Shut up, little girl. Keep walking before we've-- hey!"
His partner apparently had already decided that they weren't goign to get out of this by talking, instead running at Weiss and firing his glock at her. Weiss blocked the shots with a glyph, then quickly slid forward to jab Myrtenaster's pommel into his stomach. The glock fell to the ground, but the other man laughed at that, then pulled out a pair of elongated hammers that he'd apparently been hiding in his coat. A couple of quick swings sent some sort of red energy beams flying and Weiss. A backflip got her out of the way of the first one, the second one sending her flying about ten feet back, hitting the ground once before landing on her feet. The man swung his left hammer a couple of times.
"Guess they were right about you not being as tough as a Guardian ought to be. Here, bro."
The man reached behind him and tossed another weapon to his brother. It looked like the hilt of a knife or sword, quickly revealing itself to be a laser-based machete when the brother turned it on. Right. Okay. Weiss eyed the glass front wall of the museum, trying to figure out the best plan of attack without breaking the museum wall. Both of the brothers came at her at the same time before she could decide, Weiss deflecting their blows one at a time in a pirouette-esque turn. Her blow was blocked just the same by the hammers, then the machete came and she quickly pushed the hammers back, blocking the machete and letting it slide down Myrtenaster before ducking below and turning it over. The blows were deflected back and forth for a short period before a huge pillar of ice shot the hammer man into the air, pinning him against the building next door. This was followed by a series of blasts from the other brother.
The machete was also a gun. Of course it was. Weiss ran up the pillar of ice to jump to the roof of the building the hammer man was now pinned to. Mr. Machete followed, running surprisingly well up a pillar of ice. Weiss flipped over him and back onto the pillar, using a quick blast of fire dust to melt the ice, the pillar breaking under the weight of the other man and causing them both to drop down to the ground again.He falls on his ass, the very last section of the ice still keeping the other man pinned to the building. Mr. Machete stands up, brushing ice off of his ass and then looking around, then firing at the glass that was now behind Weiss. The front of the museum was an entire wall of glass, so that was all reigning down on her right now. Weiss reached up to cover her eyes and he charged when she did that, charging hard enough to push her back and just as he hit her, firing the blaster-machete with a large pulse enough to explode her back through another wall in the museum. It turned out these two weren't as easy as she had initially thought.. She shook it off. Her head was a little woozy from getting blasted through a wall. While she was reorienting herself the brothers had gotten themselves back up and were now cornering her with sick grins. They obviously thought they were going to win. Weiss narrowed her eyes at that and held her sword in front of her. She was just getting started.
A series of glyphs appeared in the air behind the two and Weiss ran full speed at them before breaking into a glide and slamming back and forth between the glyphs at top speed, slashing through either of them one after the other. Skilled they may be, but they definitely didn't have auras. The injuries were enough to knock them both down. One of them was out, the other one was reaching for the fallen glock again. Weiss stepped on the gun with her heel. ]
You're going to have to do better than a little glass if you want to get a scratch on me. I've been tougher than that for a while. Now hold still.
[ Whether he did or not was irrelevant. Weiss kicked their weapons away and within seconds there was a domed cage of ice surrounding the both of them, spiked ice making it virtually impossible for them to stand up. With those two taken care of and the police robots likely on their way after being alerted by the museum's alarms, Weiss turned her gaze back toward the museum, taking steps forward toward the broken wall to see the full extent of the damage. It looked like the wall took most of the damage. There was a broken china piece or two of some kind, but what really caught Weiss's eye was the piano in the middle of the room.
Her breath was almost taken away by the sight. How curious, something like that just sitting here in a museum. Weiss took a few steps toward it. The exhibit was on some famous musician. She probably.. shouldn't. But she missed it. She couldn't sing anymore, part of her had tried to reject music altogether just because every time she heard it she wanted to let her voice ring out and it wouldn't anymore. But flashes of her childhood reminded her just how much she enjoyed practicing when she was a child, before she'd realized that it would never be enough. That it was nothing more than part of her father's puzzle. But back then, she'd enjoyed it.
The keys felt old as she brushed her fingers over them. Cool, smooth, but there was obvious dust. They hadn't been cared for like they should've. Her fingers dragged over the keys lightly, the vague 'thunk' of the keys not being pressed hard enough to strike the chords within being the only sound until she finally hit a high note at the end of the keys.
Her eyes glanced back to the bloodied ice in the museum's lobby. A brief moment away from the violence, away from her job wouldn't hurt. Weiss carefully, slowly sat down on the old, hardwood piano bench. The smell was familiar. Even in Nova City, where everything smelled like metal and the crisp smokeless flame of beams and technology, the traditional smell of a piano sent her remembering back before she'd realized that she wasn't enough. Back when she'd just accepted all of that praise as if she'd earned it back then, before she realized it wasn't because of her own efforts but her father's name. A more peaceful time.
Weiss keyed a few measures of a song she'd heard on the radio. It takes her a few tries to get some of the notes right. It's been so long since she played.. but after about a minute of trying she seems to figure it out, then changes songs to something she'd played long, long ago as a child. They weren't wrong about her being a prodigy at many things. It just hadn't been enough. It still wasn't. It might never be, and back home she might be stuck knowing that. As she plays through the song, part of her wonders if that's why she hasn't given up here. Because if she keeps fighting, if she keeps trying, it'll keep her away from going home to her father.
Her fingers play as if she hadn't stopped playing for years after the first two minutes of the song, muscle memory kicking in almost immediately. The piano can be heard out on the street, but Weiss doesn't care. The world can stand still in this moment, and she can just get lost in the music. After those two minutes, her head had started to clear and she started to just concentrate on the song instead of her own insecurities and traumas. It was probably the best she'd really felt in a long time.
When she hits the last note of the song, she just goes back and forth between the second to last note a couple of times as if she doesn't want the song to actually end, but knows it has to. ]