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 Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 6:50 pm
[Hey look, more torture! Read carefully.]
Ares was kind of possessive. Like, Gunn had known that. It was a little obvious--granted, Gunn's response to Rota's death was just as extreme as Ares', in that Gunn spent most of her time kicking around their one sure connection to the Cadet's killer. But Gunn hadn't thought that Ares would hide her own personal... um. What was the term?
She didn't really care, in the long term. She got Wolframite--maybe not all to herself, and right now she was letting him be--but she got him. How could she begrudge Ares her grudges?
Still, she was glad to have a little time with the monster that'd bitten her.
Gunn didn't intend to screw around--she was already fussing with her matchbox and thinking of what she could do with them. Did the monster arm repel fire? Well, she could find something to do, anyway. She set the matchbox down on the room's single cot. "Hi, Tanzanite," she said brightly as she straightened up and turned around, "You don't look so great."
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 12:25 am
Tanzanite felt about as good as she looked. Which was to say, she felt like <******** s**t. Her grey eyes rolled up as Gunn entered, though only the right one was visible, the left obscured by the swollen and bruised tissue around it. For a brief moment she seemed not to recognize the red-headed girl, her brows arching in confusion. The General seemed to sway back and forth a bit before recognition dawned on her features, and a deep laughter rose in her throat.
“Sailor Gunnnnnnn,” she said in a sing-song voice, and for a brief moment her eyes rolled back in her head and her body slumped forward against her chains. Her laughter continued to shake her shoulders, until her head snapped back up with sudden speed and fixed a violent glare on the young woman.
“I'm going to kiiiiill you. I'm going to kill all of you, you know...”
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 8:39 am
That was not scary, Gunn thought. That was just sad. ...Okay, a little bit scary, but still movie-villain theatrics? Maybe. It was a little different to see it on screen than it was to see it in real life. And by a little, she meant a lot. Gunn was taken aback, fingers digging into her palms until her heartbeat slowed. "Yeah, okay," she said finally. Chained up like that, there was little to nothing Tanzanite could do. As long as she didn't slip up again, she had absolutely nothing to worry about.
Besides that, well...
"I hear you know Bismuthite's civilian identity," she told Tanzanite, gunning for a pleasant tone and a casual stance. She succeeded, at least a little bit; it was less on guard than waiting with friends for an authority figure, all relaxed shoulders but wary eyes. "Wolframite knows, too, does he? But he won't tell... I guess it's a little bit stupid to expect you to tell me when he'd rather have half the hair burned off his head than give me one little name." She fussed with her hair, twisting the curls around her fingers. Were all the Negaverse officers as loyal to each other as Wolframite said?
Gunn wondered.
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