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- Cold Silver -
Musica managed to get a girl mad at him the within the first week he knew her… That was the longest he'd ever gone between meeting and angering a girl, but his goal was a month, there goes that plan… He stopped and staring into the glass of several of the late bars around Punk Street.
After pulling up and stool and downing a few drinks, Jasmine finally managed to track him down, at least he wouldn't be completely sober, so the yelling won't seem as loud, Musica sighed as she walked in the door.
"Musica, I'm sorry I hit you like that, didn't mean to hurt you, just meant to get you out." Musica looked genuinely surprised, or maybe he just looked drunk, he couldn't tell what she was thinking. "Sorry I stepped in on you like that. I'm still not used to there being women in the same set of rooms… I guess that's why…" Jasmine shrugged, "Oh well, what's done is done, I guess…" Musica couldn't believe what he was hearing, he just walked into a girl's room, looked at her in the shower, and she wasn't mad? "No hard feelings?" She smiled and stuck her hand out to shake on it… Musica just stuck his hand out, feeling like if he tried to grab hers, he'd miss… She grabbed it and they shook.
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Along the way to the hotel, they chatted idly and wondered around slowly, not really in a rush to get anywhere. Jasmine managed to get a lot of personal information from Musica, but he couldn't get any from her, by the time they reached the hotel, Jasmine could've written a biography on Musica's life, plus most of his secrets…
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After several hours of them talking, they both went to sleep in separate rooms, Musica noted how the silver felt cold, a lonely cold, which was how Musica felt after his last moments of consciousness faded away.
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The morning gave Jasmine energy that Musica had trouble keeping up with the coffee intake Jasmine was handling, but he guessed she needed it from walking around and fighting in weights all day. Of all the silver he bought, most of it went to repairing little kinks and such in the airship. But he managed a several wristbands, he put two over his arms and decided that he'd use those for extended weaponry, if the need arose. The last armband, more feminine in size and shape, had a more special purpose. "Jasmine, take this armband, it'll warn others around you that you're one of the Silver Rhythm Elite, along with me, Hebi, and a few others." She slipped it onto her wrist and looked at it on her arm. She liked it, almost as much as she liked the creator.
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They left the hotel and began wandering the streets, Hebi and some others following in their trail, it looked like they were headed for the Casino. Jasmine went straight for the slots, while Musica went for the poker tables. After a few hours, Hebi and the others left the casino.
Jasmine came from the slot machines with a few buckets of coins, and Musica came back with less money than he started with. Jasmine laughed, "You're not very lucky Musica." Musica sighed, "How did you get so lucky, Jasmine?" She smiled, "Luck, I guess…" Musica thought that sounded like something Elie would say. Afterwards, they sat down and a bar and talked, Musica finally managing to get some information about Jasmine, which took more than a few drinks. A few hours, and several drinks later, they left the bar. Jasmine stopped at her door. "Musica, thanks for tonight." And with that, she lightly planted her mouth onto his, and walked into her room.
Musica went to sleep a few minutes later, remembering the cold silver accompanying him to unconsciousness.
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Jasmine jerked away, she bolted upright and found herself sweating and panting. But she managed to get up and have her daily coffee, and took her shower before everyone else was up. She stretched out and yawned, which would have gotten any of the men staring. After she was done in the room, she left her stuff against the door and went out for an early morning jog. Halfway around Punk Street, some people start following her, she didn't have her weights on… Oh well, a fight was going down pretty soon anyway.
The first person to grab her shoulder met an unfortunate end with a metal trashcan and probably a concussion. Then she turned, her hand met the dirt and she skidded around to face the opponents. They appeared to be just some other gang. Most of them held switchblades, which was no problem. The largest one lunged at her, but she grabbed his wrist and pushed it behind her, twisted it simply to get the knife out of his hand, then throwing him down an alley, all from his wrist. The smallest one leapt into the air and came down blade first, but she had another parry and counterattack. Before the blade connected, she had switched her weights to her back, and along her step back, she kicked the side of the blade, sending it falling uselessly on the ground. Then doing a roundhouse, which sent the opponent's face crashing into a store wall. The next two to attack were circling in on her, and the first dove, nearly a second later, the other rushed in the fray. She managed to leap over the diving one, land on him after a simple flip, spun on her heels, which dug into his back, then sprung off of him, which sounded like it broke something. Then she managed to drop kick the rushing opponent in mid-air and send him spiraling down into a store's pile of trash. She clapped her hands together and began one by one, throwing her opponents, or should I say, victim's unconscious bodies into and alley, but sold their switchblades for a bit of extra cash, but as she got out of the shop, she saw a slim man with a small gun in his hand, sigh, will they ever leave her alone? His voice was deeper than she expected, "You're not a bad fighter girl, normally after I see someone take out a large group of my people, I'll ask them to join, but I can see that the Silver Rhythm Gang beat me to the punch." She sighed, now he was going to say something like he can't let her live after something like that, she had heard all the cheap dialogue that these people liked to use, but she endured. "Now, girl, you'll just have to fight me."
He picked his gun up and fired several shots at her, the sound of firearms ringing out along the silent streets. She was over and behind him before he had a chance to react, but he thrust his elbow back and caught her on the stomach, which sent her skidding backwards along the dusty street. "You'll pay for that." She charged at him and the exchanged small blows left and right, and he, who dropped his gun into it's holster, was also fighting with hand to hand. After several minutes of the two exchanging blow for blow, Jasmine finally got a low kick on the back of his knees, which caused him to lose his balance long enough for her to sent a few kicks on his stomach, chest, then a very hard kick to his face. He got up and laughed, "You're good, kid. You even broke most of my jewelry." As he was walking away he called out, "I'll kill you for that…" She smiled and whispered to no one in particular, "Not if I kill you first."
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