Ghost Town (Jams V.S. Yukki MF)

[Jams Bolero]

Sand blew all around Jams as a sudden and unexpected gust of wind blew across the barren plains.  He coughed violently as some of the rocky granules flew into his mouth, then proceeded to spit out as much of the dust as possible.  "Eugh, that was terrible!" Jams reacted disgustedly, "It's like Kindergarten, first grade all over again!  Wait, what?  Did I ever eat sand back then- Oh hey, a town!"  Jams was so busy with the sand in his pie hole that he completely forgot about the town that he had been walking toward.  The dunes up to here were mostly just sand and stone, with the occasional rough plant like cacti here and there.  When his temporary vehicle broke down, he was stranded and had to walk home from four hours away in the dunes.  In a car.

At EIGHTY MILES PER HOUR!!" he screamed violently, his thoughts merging with his voice without him realizing it.

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Walking through the town, Jams couldn't help but notice the prevailing silence.  It was so quiet that he was sure he could hear a pin drop; that is, if anyone was around to do that.  Actually, no, that didn't describe it quite well; if negative decibels existed, one would be able to hear them in this town because it was so quiet.  There were only three streets of just under 20 houses.  Most of them were made of a hard wood, likely pine, that had been painted black or at least a really dark grey and used both as walls and the floors.  A couple of outliers were instead made of rough cobblestone, particularly the Sheriff's office and the nearby county verse jail.  Excluding the blackwashed portals of the cobblestone structures that were rotting away at the cruel hands of time, most of the buildings had no doors.  Instead, they had red curtains that shielded view from the outside, though several of them had holes in them or were even straight up torn to shreds.  The path of each street was nothing more than a rough pattern of large and small stones at least the size of one's fist, separated by walls of dirt and giving off a vague outline of the path overall.  A cart or two were left behind for some reason, as if everyone in the town had suddenly disappeared...

"Oh well!  No need to worry about that now!" Jams thought aloud, shrugging to no one as he spoke.  He decided to walk into the nearby saloon, noticing a couple of pine rocking chairs outside sitting next to barrels that carried checker boards on them.  As he entered the building, he couldn't help but notice that there was a nearby piano for him to play on.  He shuffled through the various barrel seats and pine tables to the piano next to the milk bar.  It was painted black like the walls of the buildings, with white and black keys absolutely caked in dust and fingerprints.  It was beginning to fall apart at the top, where a cover shielded the strings inside from harm.  Before he could begin playing, however, it seemed someone had gotten the ghost... as in, something got to the ghastly piano before him.  It played a neat little ragtime tune that left Jams dancing.  He was having quite a fun time with what he presumed to be a ghost or something playing the piano.

A drink promptly appeared on the counter, a singular can of Cory Cola next to a frosted mug, as if someone was serving Jams a toast for his visit.  He promptly took the can and poured out its contents into the mug, thanking the air in front of him for giving him the drink.  Taking a sip, he indeed verified that it was not poison.  For a second, Jams figured that maybe this was all in his mind, that this was simply a mirage from him simply trekking the desert for so long... But screw it, this soda is pretty fricking delicious and he ain't gonna stop guzzling it for the life of him!  Then again, it was far more likely that he just accidentally summoned a soda when he didn't notice it, and the piano was simply haunted or something... Nonetheless, Jams felt welcome in the town, and that's all he could hope for!

The boy in red prancing, the keys on the piano dancing, it seemed as if everything was going to be alright.  Little did he realize that there was someone else lurking in the shadows of this little ghost town...

INTRO POST
800 WORDS
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BACK TO YOU, PHIL YUKKI

[Yukki Kazuto]

Yukki smiled a smile that nobody could see from the corner of the room as he watched the boy dance around happily. Yukki had been sitting outside of the town invisible, waiting for a traveler to come along, and was now intent on following this one and taking whatever items they happened to be carrying in their pockets.

He snuck up behind the boy and tried to search him for items, only to find that he couldn't because the boy was dancing to the ragtime music. He sighed and looked around the room, slipping into his enhanced senses. He saw the boy dancing in front of him, obviously. What surprised him a little, but only a little, were the spirits around the room that had been invisible moments before. There was one at the piano, obviously. There was a spirit behind the bar and was staring at the dancer. several ghosts were around the room, some looking at the boy, others staring directly at Yukki himself.

Yukki turned his attention back to the boy, and began to realize he wasn't going to be able to pickpocket him. He frowned as he realized this. Oh well. Time to do things the hard way. He pulled out his pistol and aimed directly at the boy's head. Right as he fired, the boy turned in his dance, and Yukki missed. For a second he was completely visible, and he was standing right in front of the boy. There was no way he could have not noticed him. And as if only to make a bad situation worse, the piano ghost stopped playing and turned to look at him.

Yukki sighed as the boy began to look around for what had caused the gunshot. All Yukki could do now was beg Omni that this boy did not find him. But even as he did, the boy began walking right towards him.

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Stupid piano ghost. i liked that song.
Back to you Jams!

[Jams Bolero]

"Hey you!" Jams yelled in a rough New York accent, "What the heck was that for?!"  He was already going deaf from loud music and playing the trombone, he didn't need ear piercing gunshots added into the mix. "You know what, I'm outta here."  He turned away from the attacker and walked back to the bar to place his frosty mug back on the counter.  He then got up from his seat and walked to the door.  Just as he was about to exit, however, the assaulter nearly shot him in the back of the shoulder.  The bullet just scraped past, but it was enough for Jams to feel like he'd just taken a giant shot or something.  His face filled with red as his entire body trembled with rage.  With his arms tensed and his hands clutched, he pulled them back toward his torso and slammed them hard against the door panelling, shouting in rage.  "You have GOT to be KIDDING ME!  GET O'ER HERE, KID!!"

Jams jumped onto a table and tried to dash toward the enemy, jumping off of each dusty table for momentum.  Each jump was stronger the last, and he was picking up speed with each platform he landed on.  The air breezed by him as he moved, cooling his temper slightly until the thought of him nearly being offed twice refueled his fury.  He was four tables away when he finally readied his broom for a nice smackdown.  His attacker shot twice in the meantime, both at the legs.  The first missed as he lifted his leg at the last second, but the second bullet scraped along the side of Jams leg.  Jams fell from the pain and landed hard on his shoulder onto the table next to Cargo Pants Man.  The sudden weight caused the table to collapse, and before either of them had known it, Jams had rolled into the legs of his opponent and knocked him down as well.  Dust flew everywhere, making it slightly harder to see.  The broom in Jams' hands had fallen under a table next to the piano, which was about ten feet away.

Obviously Jams couldn't reach his broom, but he could pummel his opponent as he laid right beside him.  He got on his knees and started beating the heck out of the man's back like he were in percussion playing the atomic crash cymbol.  He just noticed in this time that the ghastly pianist had gotten with a couple other ghosts and was playing a nice tune that fit a saloon fight.  He gradually slowed and began to beat to the ragtime rhythm like a bass drum, actually calmed down and realized that he was pummeling a person in the process.  Jams got off as a result, completely forgetting the fact that he was nearly killed.  He remembered two seconds later and tried to get back to fighting his assassin, but he had already gotten up and was certainly not pleased.

Jams tried to get up, but his legs still slightly ached from both the bullet and having fallen off a broken table, so he collapsed to the floor.  It seemed inevitable that he would need his broom, so as the man tried to fire two more shots Jams rolled over toward the piano to attain his weapon once more.  Both bullets hit, one in the shoulder and one in the center of his foot.  Neither feels that bad, but it'll certainly leave an annoying footnote throughout the battle! Jams thought rather "slyly."  No, but really, it hurts quite a bit.   He grabbed his broom and rolled behind a table, using his cleaning apparatus to hold himself up as he accustomed himself to walking with a shot foot without exposing his head.  A stealth tactic could work a bit better at getting closer to the man, so Jams decides to sneak close from underneath the wooden platforms.

Jams peered from under the tables around the room.  He had trouble spotting the criminal, at least until he attempted to escape from the opposite side of the room with his back against the wall.  Why on earth would he try to escape if he wanted to kill me?  Jams figured perhaps that he was going to rob him but his assaulter was purely stealth oriented.  Or rather, maybe the outdoors would provide a handicap for Jams' strict melee fight style?  That would certainly make things much more complicated.  As such, Jams stood up, grabbed a barrel and hurled it at the attacker.

WORD COUNT: 800 (including BBCcode)
POWERS: Jams: Super Jump; Yukki: Stealth
MOVES: Jams: Augmented Broom; Yukki: Semiautomatic Handgun
SUPERS: N/A
RECOMMENDED SONGS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZ_H-_NI4SU
*passes the baton to Yuke*