O Lord have mercy! ☇ incipere
Dreams were always meant to symbolize important things, but with what was going on in hers she really wasn’t sure. Normally there was food, relaxing, the possible nightmare— Not ones about a students. Seeing that she didn’t swing that way (may all who do have peace) the sudden desire to be around them was startling to say the least. As if her life would be over if she didn’t find a child in need. Here she thought that was how it would be if she didn’t keep her pocket watch sealed.
“… Hm?” The realization seeming to pull her from her slumber, and just in time. Obviously there was something wrong with her vehicle if one moment she was parked on the side of the road, the next balancing on the edge of a school? The steel contraption so easily teetering back and forth. Just one wrong move and she was sure to hit rock bottom in seconds.
Okay. So she wasn’t the best driver in the world. “I think I’d remember driving up a building?!” The nun yelled aloud while gripping the cushion of her seat in both anger and fear. While she was playing a balancing act she might as well look around the car, someone was missing. “Chrno… Just you wait I’ll— erp.” If she found out later that little demon pipsqueak had just left her like this she would give him something more than holy water to fear. But yes, life threatening situation to return to here.
She had to admit the majority of her concern didn’t come from her falling to her death but the phone call that would have to be made after. If there was something worse than fighting demons it was the head nun that she worked under. Sadly god’s gates would not be open to her upon return, no. The entrance to hell was slowly creeping upon her. Rosette would just have to embrace it with open arms and pray to be let free though. One last look being given to the vehicle before the door was unceremoniously kicked upon with a girl diving out.
Surprisingly the car seemed unaffected by the loss of weight. “Haha! See you later then Devil!” In a rash moment of joy she stood proudly, bellowing at the sky before slapping the side of the car in victory. An unwise move on her part. For it seemed that none of the higher beings above her appreciated the act. The win she so happily placed upon herself becoming a loss as the metal box on wheels blew a kiss farewell and dived off the edge.
“Ah.” And like any good clergywoman she would now turn and run at high speed. To flee the scene of the crime was the best course of action. “A-An evil spirit shoved the car over… y-yeah.” That is what she would tell anyone that asked since she had something more important to do right now. One she needed to find her little demon partner, and two, figure out where she had ended up now. Maybe she should stop sleeping through Sister Kate’s briefings.
Haruko wasn't usually one to have "normal" days, being an alien and all, however, when a car tipped over the edge of a building and so ambitiously rushed back down to the ground to greet her, it wasn't something she was expecting. Unsuspecting, but not unprepared.
In one fluid motion, she slid the strap of the Rickenbacker off her shoulder and grasped it firmly in her hands. She took a batting stance as if the vehicle hurdling toward her was but a baseball flying across a field after a skillful windup. The ever glossy boot of her back foot twisted and dug into the ground eagerly. The metal hurdled closer and closer, yet she remained unfazed. The whole thing happened too fast for the average eye to catch the details, thankfully, Haruko had no average eye. Otherwise, this would be far less interesting.
"BIIIIIINGOOOOOO~!" Her shrill voice cried out in exhilaration.
It took only seconds for the plummeting vehicle to reach within only a few meters of the woman. And she swung. A swing that deserved its own place in history. Sayonara Babe Ruth, Jackie Robinson, and whoever else (baseball stars weren't her forte). Impeccable timing, inhuman power, the car stood no chance. When metal met wood, the explosion of sound reverberated through every object in the vicinity, ringing each and every eardrum. The metal cage, still in contact with the body of the guitar, hesitated a moment, as if the car itself was in shock, before rocketing off back into the sky. Higher than the buildings, into the atmosphere, going, going...
Gone.
Like a reverse shooting star.
"Case closed."
