eswareinmal | Some say you're trouble, boy, just because you like to destroy

Characters: Ginia Solana and YOU
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Where: All around Schwanheim
When: Day 17th, afternoon
What: Ginia goes on a stealing spree
Warnings: Possible violence and language?

Ginia was on a mission, if a mission could be considered the utterly selfish act of robbing Schwanheim blind. At the start, things were almost utilitarian; she only stole useful things or things that could be given away to others less fortunate. A bit of honorable Robin Hooding. Now? Deep in the clutches of the necklace, angry at her friends for trying to stop her, and needing to feed that increasingly difficult fix?

Oh, it was on.

Like many people looking to feed a fix, caution was abandoned. While she still kept to the shadows, stealthed around when she could, shadow jumped as necessary, she was striking in the day now. It was the same as always; get into a house or lift an item from a stall, get away, drop off the item somewhere safe, hit the next target. But now she needed more expensive things, more rare things, shinier things.

And woe be to anyone who dared get in her way or tried to stop her.

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Endurance, strength, and a naturally powerful build - in a hand to hand fight against an ordinary human, the chances of him being overpowered are slim. Giles has a lot of advantages in a fistfight.

Speed and agility have never been one of them. It was something he was forced to learn a long time ago. Take the hit and take the chance that comes with it, because you probably won't get another. Especially not against someone who can disappear in a blink, and especially not in a tavern filled with milling bodies and spotty lighting that will offer them every chance.

But the kick is a solid one, connecting right at the solar plexus and leaving him winded and seeing stars. Giles had wanted to restrain, not hurt, but the same instincts rear up in him - fight, or flight, and he's tired of chasing her. He moves to kick her in the back of the legs, keeping what tenuous hold he has on her in the process. If he gets ahold of the necklace, the first thing he's going to do is yank.

Agility, flexibility, quick reflexes, and often the element of surprise were the things Ginia on her side, along with a lack of guilt at fighting dirty. Being a hunter meant survival first and the rules of decency often went out the window.

The blow buys her a bit of time, but his grip is strong and the kick sweeps her off her legs and to the ground. When his hand closes around the cord, she reacts swiftly, sinking her teeth into his wrist and hooking her leg around his and tugging to unbalance him.

He hadn't been expecting that - later on, Giles will be able to admit to himself that he hadn't been expecting anything after getting ahold of the necklace. And so, as a result, just like Ginia, Giles falls to the ground with a heavy thud and a growl of pain as he feels her teeth dig into the thin skin of his wrist.

Nerves are a funny thing. No matter how much he wants to hold on, he'll let go after a few seconds of biting, and he's already having to focus hard just to hold on. Giles knows this instinctively. So, trusting to the fact that even she'll need a few seconds to get back upright, Giles makes a grab for Ginia's hair, intending to knock her head into the floor - just enough to daze, hopefully enough to daze, but you never really can tell in a bar fight.

Ginia lets go of his wrist and spits habitually to get any blood that might have entered her mouth. After everything is over, she'll feel nothing but regret and shame at having fought and willingly hurt Giles, but right now adrenaline fuels her and she wants nothing more than to get away.

Her hand instantly draws a knife when he grabs her hair. There might be a second where she even debates which end to stick the blade into before she presses the blade against her hair. The blade slides easily through her taut hair and soon there's a pile of hair on the floor and in his hands, and she's free again.

Giles has many advantages in a fight, particularly in a fight against an ordinary human. Speed is not one of them. And so, already winded and a bit battered, by the time he realizes Ginia's free she's already rolling, and by the time she's up on her feet he's only halfway up and he stops, frozen, realizing that she's going to get away again.

"Wait."

It's amazing how much utter pleading can be contained in one simple word - please, wait. Please don't run again. Please talk to him.

Please fight this, Ginia.

Ginia is on her feet and bounding toward the nearest shadow when she hears his plea. It's a single word, a single powerful word with too much weight on it. It almost crushes her because it's Giles. Giles is pleading. Giles is pleading for her to stop.

All eyes are on them, this warring pair, this broken romance. Her hand goes up to her neck and grips the stone pendant through her shirt. Her other hand drops down to the pocket holding his pocket watch.

Once upon a time, there was a village tucked away in a forest where everyone had wings. One day, masks began appearing around the village. Dangerous, irresistible masks with so many effects. Some effects were wondrous, others not so much, but the lure behind them was strong and even knowing better, the urge to put one a mask, see what effect it could bring was too much.

Ginia's hand falls away from the necklace and his pocketwatch. Standing in a shadow, she disappears from the tavern and runs away from Giles a second time.

And then it was just too late - once you'd slipped the mask onto your face, another will took over, and took your fate out of your hands. Sometimes, the power it gave was just too much of a heady feeling. Or maybe you wouldn't remember what happened at all.

But maybe you would remember what your body did, while you were just a puppet helpless to watch. And maybe scars would be dealt that wouldn't ever heal.

"Ginia, w..."

But she's gone, just like he knew she'd be. She's gone, and in his place is the chilling realization that it's getting harder and harder to recognize the woman he loves after every meeting.

"Damn it!"

Still winded, still dazed, still bruised, Giles nevertheless struggles back up to his feet. This isn't the end of it. He won't let her just run away and keep falling deeper into this curse. He can't.

Giles stumbles to the door and shoves his way out into the afternoon sunlight, not having the faintest idea of where to start.

Ginia teleports outside in the alley behind the tavern. She stands there for a few seconds, almost waiting for Giles to come out and find her and stop her because she's so tired. She doesn't want to fight him or Helios anymore, she doesn't want to keep running, she wants to go home.

But the necklace takes over and the need to feel good again, the need to feel happy pushes her on and she shadow jumps from the street to the rooftop. By the time Giles comes out, she's a dark blur on the roofs of Schwanheim, running and leaping across the tops, shadow jumping when she needs to, and eventually disappearing.

Some say you're trouble, boy, just because you like to destroy

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