008 ~*~ At least she can't drink and fly...

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Action : Olney's Tavern : Open ]
[ If you're a regular at the bar, you might notice a new sigth in one of the stools. A tall red-haired Chinese woman in a plain green dress is making herself right at home, even if the drone workers don't particularly care about serving her anything other than weak, fruity, feminine drinks.

That doesn't mean she hasn't been trying to sweet-talk them into it for the better part of an hour. And by sweet-talk, I mean whining pitifully because she really doesn't want to get thrown out for taking matters into her own hands. ] --c'mo~on. Can't you just pour me something a little stronger? I'm going to need a whole lot more than this. [ She remarks, fingernail grazing the edge of the colorful cocktail glass. ]

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[ Action : Around Town : Open ]
[ Later, no matter how much she had to work at it, she managed to get herself sufficiently smashed (for a short while, at least)! You can encounter her:

1) Wandering the neighborhood, humming some old tune to herself as she sways.
2) Attempting to enter your home and not realizing why her stupid key isn't working...
3) Napping on your front lawn. ]

Comments

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, get used to it because this town is like that.

You'll either get used to it or do what I do.

[not_so_great_wall]

I know. [ Tiny frown. ] I've been here a few months, already, and nothing changes.

[ Brightening up a bit. ] I didn't even thank you for this yet! [ Holding up the other glass. ] I'm Meiling, by the way. Hong Meiling, despite ah... the phrase is... "what it says on the box?" [ She means "tin", i.e.: the mailbox. ]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

So what stupid job did they stick you in?

[Name on the box? Mailbox?]

Oh, yeah, you're last name goes to whatever the guy is. This town calls me Mark Matthews but I'm almost sure that isn't my name.

[not_so_great_wall]

I work at the elementary school as a janitor. [ Meiling scratches her cheek. ] Kind of a weird choice, since I haven't worked at cleaning the mansion in decades, but maybe whoever hired me had a weird sense of humor about it.

...you aren't sure what your name is? [ Blinking. That's weird. ]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

I'm The Captain, I don't need to remember what my name was before that.

[Lies, but he'll go with that for now.]

They made me a pharmacist. I know nothing about pills.

[not_so_great_wall]

Ohh, like an alias? [ She finishes off the cocktail, and takes a sniff of the stronger drink. Interesting! ] That's a weird job choice, if you've never been a doctor before. [ Same difference to her, really. ]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Pours himself another glass and drinks it slower this time.]

I'm a super hero, not a doctor. I'm no good at the detailed stuff.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Shocked! ] Ohh, you mean it? Like with super powers and a costume and a sidekick and everything? [ Someone reads their manhua, though there's none of that here. ]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

I got the super powers and I'm wearing the costume.

Never had a sidekick though.

I always assumed those guys were pedophiles or compensating for something.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[This Costume. (http://robot6.comicbookresources.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/captain-avenger.JPG)]

[not_so_great_wall]

I always thought the uniform was part of the whole deal. Like having a fan club! [ She looks him over, curiously. ] Do you have all your powers back?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

It is, I meant the sidekick thingy.

Yeah, I got the Heart Star back.

[not_so_great_wall]

--that's a very plain costume. [ If you'll pardon her saying so. ] What's a "heart star"?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Hey, I like it.

The Heart Star is magic, it gives me my powers.

[not_so_great_wall]

Oh? What kind of powers? Can you fly, shoot beams, summon creatures, throw trains...?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Yes, no, no, and yes. I'm also pretty tough to kill.

[not_so_great_wall]

I see~ [ Humming thoughtfully. ] I can't fly yet, but it's probably only a matter of time. [ Like, if she would check her mail... ] Were you born like that?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

You a super hero too?

[Shaking his head though.]

Nope, little green aliens thought I was cool so they gave me the magic.

[not_so_great_wall]

Aliens, honest? Wow! We had an incident with UFOs once, but I've never met a real-life alien before. [ To the other question she, too, shakes her head. ] No, nothing like that. I'm just a simple youkai. [ "Just", she says. ]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Yeah, little green men and everything.

[Though he seems confused by the last part.]

Youkai?

[not_so_great_wall]

Whoa~ That sounds cool!

[ Not like those aliens that the Commissar guy was talking about. These didn't sound all that scary, and this man was pretty cool, too. She takes a big gulp and nods after setting it down. ] Mmhmm! I'm a dragon, but youkai is the catch-all term we call all the supernatural and spiritual beings where I'm from. It doesn't seem to be a popular term around here...

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Dragon?

Man, I fought one once. It was rough.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ A hearty laugh, but it's not mocking. ] I guess we're a tough breed, no matter where we're from.

[ She pours them both a little extra, and raises her glass for a toast. ] No hard feelings, I hope?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Clinks glasses.]

No hard feelings.

[Down it goes.]

Besides. He was working for the bad guys. I'm a super hero not a dragon hunter.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Gulping hers down, too. Mm, that hit the spot~ ] Good to know! Then we won't have any problems. [ Or so she hoped. ]