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YOU GUYS ARE SO LUCKY I DIDN'T PUT A QUOTE HERE

WHO: Dr. Horrible [Billy], Drowned Ophelia, Hichigo Shirosaki, The Hulk [Bruce], Katurian [K. Katurian], Polaris [Lorna], Red Hood [Jason], Rikku, and Trowa [03].
WHERE: The starting gate is wherever they happened to be in the City.
WHEN: Starting at about 6pm on Saturday, May 22nd.
WARNINGS: THERE WILL BE SO MUCH BANGING except not, really.
SUMMARY: A disc containing the data of an A.I. program is hidden in Washington D.C. If there was ever a group that could be called a crack team, it's the folks she asked to go get it back.
FORMAT: GO NUTS. Treat this as an open post!

[The filtered post has just gone up, and the race is on. You can try to team up or take out your competitors, but either way, somebody's going to have to get there first. Oh, and not to mention those strange phone calls you may have been getting. But one way or another you're going to have to fight for ~~your right to party~~ your place at the front. It's just a matter of whether you have help or not.]

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Rikku had spotted the dark-haired woman before she'd been noticed and, even though she wasn't a great actress, managed to adopt a wide-eyed, pouting expression. She knew she might find someone else there, and would've preferred to wait until night fell, but she'd known there was no time. This was a test of speed, and Yevon be damned if she fell behind.

"No way!" she almost whined. "I've been looking all around for this place, y'know?" She sighed deeply, and cast a glance up at the statue. She placed one hand on her hip, her fingers dangling just above her pouch of tricks. Just in case.

"I just wanna take a little look before I have to leave again, 'kay?" This probably would have been working better if she was dealing with a man, but oh well. Some things just weren't changeable.

Hmm. Okay, so this was going to be more difficult than she had thought. She took a step away from the statue, crossing her arms under the skull on the chest of her tank top and shaking her head.

"No, sorry. You're going to have to leave right now. Before the...cleaning crew people get here." She hoped she sounded official-like. At least she'd looked up enough about this society so far to know what a cleaning crew was, that was a plus.

"You can come back in a couple hours when they're done." She offered. Maybe that was enough bait.

Alright, it was pretty obvious that she wasn't going to get this other woman out of her, and so she just sighed heavily, and ambled towards the base of the statue. "Just a look," she repeated, pushing her yellow shades off her nose with the hand that wasn't close to her pouch.

"He's pretty big, yeah?" She laid one hand on the cool stone, running her yellow-polished fingers over it inconspicuously. Not looking for a groove or notch or anything, nope. "Wonder what he did to deserve this."

Ophelia narrowed her eyes as the woman pointedly ignored what she had said. Of course. She sighed, closing the distance between them, and pointing one finger at the exit to the monument.

"Yes, it's huge. You still need to leave now." She was getting fairly close to just picking the woman up and chucking her out, but she figured she'd try to be civilized first. "Or I will have to remove you." She added. Okay...partly civilized.

The blonde girl blinked slowly, tilting her head at the other woman. Well, this was not where she'd wanted it to go. She was kind of getting a bad vibe from this girl anyway, and that threat of violence, well. It didn't make her feel any less suspicious.

"I don't think you wanna do that," she said lightly, casually walking around the figure, fingers still dragging across it. "We girls gotta stick together, and I don't want either of us to get in trouble because you tried to hurt me."

Ophelia actually smirked, taking a step back so she could see the girl when she emerged from the other side of the statue. "Getting in trouble is not something I'm worried about, girl. But you should be."

Her fingers drummed lightly on her hip as she spoke, and her irritation was showing plainly on her face despite her smirk. In fact, it might even be showing up in other ways...the occasional flit of a black tendril slipping out of her clothes before it righted itself. Very quickly, a split second sort of thing.

The dark wisps were not missed by Rikku, though she refrained from mentioning them; she was positive now that this girl didn't work in the memorial, and had decided that she was probably here for the same reason as herself. This wasn't good news; in fact, it was pretty bad. Rikku had wanted an in-and-out mission, and now it seemed as if she'd have to take things in a different direction.

"I have a name, y'know," she said hotly, that hand never leaving her hip. She didn't like it when people called her "girl" or "girly" or anything like that. That wasn't who she was--at least, not anymore. "And trouble's never been a problem for me. But I think it might be, for you."

"I'm sure you do, but I don't know it and I don't really care," Ophelia let out an irritated sigh. "And I'm not feeling all that threatened by a tiny blonde girl, for the record.

"Look, five seconds and I'm throwing you out of here." Ophelia was being generous, really...mostly she was trying to avoid starting a fight that would attract attention. She held up a pale hand, counting off on her fingers.

"Five...four..."

There were only a few things in the world that really bothered Rikku, and this woman had managed to hit on three or four of them in the span of about five minutes. Besides the name-thing, being underestimated because of her stature was something she took advantage of, yes, but it still irked her that people assumed little girls couldn't fight. Also, that because of her hair color she was some kind of ditz. She liked having fun and being cute, yes, but that didn't mean she was an idiot.

So she didn't wait for the girl to finish her stupid counting game, because being treated like a little kid was definitely not okay in her book.

She sprang forward, arm stretched back for a punch to the girl's abdomen, her foot coming around at the same time to knock her off her feet. Hand-to-hand wasn't Rikku's forte, but that didn't mean she was completely useless with it.

Ophelia had expected something, and yet she hadn't expected the smaller woman to be so fast. She took the hit to the stomach and the kick, sliding several feet away...but didn't seem anything more than annoyed by it. As she rose to her feet, the black cloud swirled back out of her, and her skin lost its pale (if healthy) looking color, returning to its usual faint blue. And she smirked. In the air around her some music began to play.

"That was stupid." She said as she hauled herself to her feet and charged forward. The black cloud gathered itself up into a flat fist above her head and as she leveling a punch at Rikku chest, so did it.

This... was not good. She had seen all kinds of fiends and people and things, but this was definitely something new. New and bad. She didn't like it when those two things were mixed together, because all it spelled was T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

The blonde knew she could dodge one hit, but not both; so she decided to go for the physical fist. It seemed like it was less dangerous--and definitely less unknown. She swung herself to one side, she took the girl's hit in the shoulder, grimacing. Immediately she stretched out her yellow-polished fingers, grabbing at the darker woman's arm, aiming to flip her over and gain a bit of ground and time.

Ophelia hissed when the big fist missed...while she wasn't weak, she wasn't exactly a powerhouse either. Most of her attack power came from the tears. And then she made a startled noise of surprise when she was grabbed and flipped...though her arc through the air slowed as a pair of oily black wings burst out of her back, letting her glide to a stop a good ten feet away or so.

She spun around as they wings disappeared back into the tear pool, and then she held out a hand and the shadows swirled around it to reveal...an electric guitar? She twirled it twice in her hand and then spun it around so she was gripping it by the neck. She didn't want to kill the blonde girl. She didn't particularly like killing women, honestly.

But the guitar certainly would make a nice non-lethal club.

That smirk of hers was back as she shot forward, closing the distance between them...she was more gliding along the ground than walking...and swinging the guitar at Rikku's side.

Alright, that was totally unexpected. Rikku had never used an actual instrument as a weapon before--her voice, yes, but not anything like a guitar. She knew she couldn't dodge in time, and so she went for Option B, which, while not the best in the world, would probably at least serve her better at the moment.

Eyes closing, a brief flash of light engulfed her for a split second; when it disappeared, she was in her Warrior dress sphere, lifting her sword to try and parry the blow.

Ophelia was feeling rather triumphant until the girls clothing shifted and her guitar was knocked back by that...sword? Well, someone else had some tricks too.

She took a step or two back, glancing at her guitar. As weapons went it wasn't that great, especially not against a bladed weapon. Two of the strings had been cut just by being blocked, in fact.

"Neat trick," she said, stepping forward in a low arc to try and sweep the girls legs with the guitar.

The Warrior had always given her a certain feeling of absolute power, as if she could do anything so long as she had that sword in her hands. Now was no different; it was a cold, calculating dress sphere, and even Rikku had a hard time keeping to her peppy self sometimes while using it. And for the moment, she let herself give in to the sphere's emotions, letting its memories direct her blade.

The blonde crouched a bit, watching the girl come forward with the guitar. Such an impractical weapon, that was. With a quick move, she dodged to the left, the instrument catching her on the foot, though it wasn't enough to knock her off balance. "You could use one of your own," she shot back cockily, starting to circle like a predator.

Ophelia did not like this change that had come over the girl. Frankly, this seemed like it might actually be dangerous now. And her guitar wasn't really doing all that much.

"Fine," she released the grip on her guitar and it dropped towards the ground only to fade back into the black ooze and rejoin the crowd. "If we're going to play for keeps, I guess I can't argue."

She lsahed her hand out, fingers pointed, and a shard of the black cloud lanced up away from her feet in a slashing arc straight at the blonde. It's quite sharp.

The smirk never left Rikku's face, not even as she watched the guitar disappear in what was only the weirdest way possible. As the Warrior, it was pretty much impossible for her to be afraid of anything; fear wasn't in her vocabulary in this dress sphere, and she liked it.

Rikku watched the shadow forming, saw it coming her way, and raised her sword to block; she knew that it was some kind of magic, and that her sword might not do much against it, but it was still a blade, and that was all that really mattered.

The black blade was stopped by the sword, there was even a faint metallic 'ting' to the clash, though the substance hadn't changed significantly. Ophelia was already moving though, swinging her other hand outward, and the first blade faded back into nothing as a second arched out from around her in a more downward arc towards the other woman. She kept walking forward during the attack, closing the space between them.

"If you had just left we wouldn't be having this problem," she said with a sigh.

"I don't run away," she shot back cockily, moving to parry the blow again. Well, okay, so she didn't run away when she was the Warrior. As the thief, and some other dress spheres, sure, of course she did. Not all her outfits gave her the same strength as this one; in fact, only one or two others did, and Shiva knew she couldn't rely on just them. A tactical retreat was good sometimes.

Just not right now.

Ophelia sighed. "Sometimes running away is the smart thing to do, you know." She stepped forward and lashed her arm out again and another wave of black tears formed into a blade and swung at the other. They were strong swings, though there was nothing fancy about them. Ophelia's training, before she'd become the Queen of Black Tears, had been in fighting with daggers and short-swords, which the tears were anything but.

The attacks were easy to see a mile away; they weren't very skillful, even if they did make her mentally wince whenever she blocked one. They were good, solid strikes, if low-class. Thinking about that, Rikku decided that it was time to end this; she had wasted enough time already. She dodged the blow, but not far enough; it swiped across her left arm, giving a nasty cut from shoulder to elbow. But the blonde ignored it, running forward and swinging her sword back, turning it so the flat of the blade would hit. Let's see how this chick did with close combat.

The moment she managed to hit the girl Ophelia grinned...and then it faded into a hiss as the flat of Rikku's sword slammed into her arm and side, and the blue-skinned woman was knocked aside, sliding to a stop a few feet away, the black cloud boiling around her.

"Okay, this is getting old."

She lunged forward, slashing out at the girl again, a sideways hit this time.

"No kidding," she agreed with a savage grin. She still wasn't feeling the hit on her arm, thanks to adrenaline, but she knew that if she didn't end this quickly there'd be more than just a catfight going on. She parried the blow with her sword and then her leg shot out, aiming a kick at the other woman's leg, trying to knock her off balance.

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YOU GUYS ARE SO LUCKY I DIDN'T PUT A QUOTE HERE

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I am SO sorry this took so long.

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