Water Logged

~TIMESLASH~
*France-Sewers*
*how did she get into these things? she had been just minding her own business, shopping fit to give Toshi a heart attack if she saw the sheer volume of clothing and the number of people she'd plowed through- or over- to get it- and now she was wandering the sewers, looking for someone she's /certain/ she's seen before...* ...no amount of perfume is ever going to get rid of this reek..*wincing* I'm gonna hafta /burn/ this outfit...

Damn...musta lost him...*she turns a corner- and almost runs right into the well dressed japanese man she'd spotted* HEL-lo!!! *that's about all she has time to get out before she's ducking a strike with one of his weapons- a tazer? what kinda weapon was that to fight with? and where had she seen his face before..* *she backflips and lands, smirking- then yelping as water leaps up to snare at her* oooooh- SHIT! /That's/ where I know him from!! *That weird guy- water weird, yeah that was it! a pretty new face in the mess- and a foriegn one.* *her form blurs- every minute for him becoming a second for her. The water all but stills as she jumps away- landing on a platform across from him, drawing her gun. The time-field is released- she can only hold it for so long at once- taking aim. one shot and he was down....* AI YIIIIIIIII!! *screeching as she realizes this is a very bad place to fight him...since she just slipped on ice she KNOWS wasn't there earlier...* *whimpered under her breath* just how dumb can I be- I'm fighting a hydrokinetic in a place /full/ of water!!

*okay- desperation time...this was a bad fight to pick..* Iie! (Trans: No!) *screeched out*Yameru!(trans: stop!) don't attack! Atashi tomodachi!! (Trans: I Friend) *terrible japanese...but if it buys her a moment* *the man pauses a moment- then snaps something out that makes her heart fall- once she translates it.* \{Yoshi\} Baka!! Ora o nameru na yo! (rough trans: idiot! don't screw with me!) *falling into stilted english* I saw you go into that buiding! *water flows up, forming several small blades and then flying for her- but Becka is already moving, hauling ass for the nearest way OUT of the sewers* ooh, maaaaaaaaaaaan!!! why me?! why couldn't I run into this bozo in a /desert/ or something?!

*she pauses after a moment. maybe he hadn't wanted to fight much more than she had...after all, he hadn't followed. she certainly didn't see or hear him. She breathes a sigh of relief and starts climbing up a ladder, muttering* oh, this is gonna look good on a first local encounter report...'and just why didn't you catch this one?' I was too busy getting my ass out of the way so he couldn't kick it, sir! sheesh- eh? what's that?? *blinking at hearing arumbling- then shrieking as she sees the sewer water is going down...mainly to feed the rather large wave coming at her* aieeee!!! *she starts scrambling up the ladder- and gets plucked off and dragged away.* *several minutes later-a very water logged Becka is being pulled out of the water in the drainage bay, coughing and vowing a thousand different hideous deaths on that jap if she ever catches him around a little less water.* I /hate/ my life.....

*limping and bedraggeled, she catches a taxi by virtue of giving herself a headache- and nearly ruining the guy's car. When one's wheels start moving out of synch with the car's actual motion, things get messy.* *she climbs in without a word, not even asking if he's actualy on duty* take me to the big building by Jack's cafe now, before I get even uglier and do bodily harm to you. *the taxi driver blinks- how can he refuse such a kind offer?- and starts driving- all too glad to be rid of his none-too-pleasant smelling, bad tempered passenger. he doesn't even charge her. just drives off as soon as he can. she walks in the doors, snaring the nearest person* take me to my room pronto before I go postal. and if you don't speak english, find someone who does before I blow my last fuse.

*She finally makes her way to her room- by virtue of actually shaking the guy she'd grabbed until he'd comprehended what she wanted. so sue her if she gets a write up for assulting a fellow member...she's in a bad mood dammit. they should make allowances for that. She promptly turns on the shower and just sprawls out in it, letting the hot water wash the muck away- not even taking her clothing off at first. god- but that had HURT, getting bashed around like that...* *finally, she strips the outfit off and simply tosses it on the floor- then tries to work up the ambition to scrub herself.* ...nope...scrub brush too far...*meaning she'd actually have to put effort into getting it*