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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 8:51 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 10:30 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 10:31 am
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Face Off
Name: Foe Caff
Nickname: Foe
Species: C*cktail - Mixology; Face Off Shooter
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Ingredients: Galactin Hypermint Extract, Sambuca, Parfait Amour, Grenadine
Personality: To Foe, her life is an action movie. Or a Sci-fi movie. Or a thriller. Whatever the genre, it's her life okay??? and she is the star of the show, always at center stage! Everyone else is a supporting actor or, for the special few who get to cozy on up to her, a side kick. Did I mention she's also a super hero? She's the kick-assingest femme fatale there is this side of Gaia or SPACE and she's not going to let you forget that fact, not one bit. Flirting is part of the game and Foe doesn't afraid of anything! If it's too dangerous to go alone, you take HER -- not some crappy sword!
She's certainly a wild woman, one that lives for confrontation, if it weren't obvious by both her drink's name and the fact its ingredients do not mix. "Hypermint" is probably one of the perfect ways to describe her. While she's cool and sultry, there's a certain jolt that keeps her from being entirely calm and her parfait flavoring gives her a bit of a creamy tang which is usually shown in her flirtatious nature. Foe is a caring individual, but shows it in more unique ways than most, horse play and punchies being her favorites. From the grenadine, we get a sweet and sour flavor, which adds a bit of her punch. While she can be sweet, it is normally masked by a bit of tartness so she doesn't appear vulnerable and indeed she isn't! Like all of her flavors layering instead of mixing, she keeps a firm shield on her emotions and doesn't allow them to be hurt easily. She's got a lot of layers to her personality, just like her drink, and just when you think you've got her pegged down and understood, you'll taste something new.
Quirks/Habits: Foe is pretty overzealous all around, if that weren't already infinitely obvious. She's enthusiastic, loves cracking jokes and also saying things or asking questions that might not necessarily be appropriate. Her usual response, in the off chance she finds something you've said or done inappropriate, however, is to either give you a good punch or whack you with the butt of her pistol. Thankfully, unless you're another tiny C*cktail like her, that isn't going to be a very dangerous reaction.
Likes: . . .
Dislikes: . . .
Font: Sea Green
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 10:33 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 10:48 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:03 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:06 am
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Acquisition
1. What do you think we should do right now?
One look out of the nearby windows told him enough -- they were absolutely surrounded and there would be no communicating with the enemy. A worried look crossed his face for a brief moment as he reached into his pocket for a cigarette. "Distraction," he replied simply, which earned him a quirked brow from Foe.
"Diversionary tactics?" She didn't seem to be expecting that one, but a wry grin formed on her face. "Alright, how?"
The click of the lighter as it snapped shut caused her to purse her lips impatiently. Tier raised a finger and pointed to her chest, "Take your shirt off."
2. If we were on shoreleave, where would you take me for a date and what would we do?
With their enemy nice and distracted, the two of them were afforded some time for a chuckle. This, however, wasn't a question he was expecting -- though it was one he seemed to approve of. "You're definitely not into any of the normal wine'n'dine bullshit," that was easy enough for anyone to see. Looking down at his gun, and then at hers as she idly twirled it like a skilled cowboy, a clear picture eased into his mind.
"Paint ball, laser tag, maybe a nice quiet rendezvous at the beach..."
At first she seemed interested, and then Foe gave him a teasing look.
"...For some sand wrestling."
Foe snerked, "Erotic sand wrestling."
3. If I wanted the Best Present Ever, what would you get me?
A number of things came to the blue haired male's mind instantly, most of them gag gifts of a jokingly sexual nature. Despite her interest in many things like space and sci-fi features, even video games, there really only seemed to be one precise answer to the question of best present ever.
"A bigger gun."
4. Cleavage, underboob, sideboob, wet t-shirt - or nude?
"Are you serious?" Tier asked dryly, giving Foe a deadpan look.
She pouted, knitting her brow with an almost childish curiosity. "Pleeeaaasseee?"
"It's hard to choose and we've got a time limit--"
Scoffing, Foe gave him a quick flash to jarr his mind back where it was supposed to be. It seemed to work and Tier's cigarette was hanging from his lip while it took a moment for his mind to synch up. "It's a tie," he chimed as he righted his cig and took a drag, "Under and sideboob really can't be beat."
"Why?" she teased, leaning back in her chair and propping her legs up on the nearest table.
A small trail of smoke billowed from Tier's nostrils as he couldn't help but give her another once over with his eyes. "It's a mystery thing. Drives guys nuts, y'know. Plus, silhouettes can be really god damn sexy."
5. If we were to die in the next five minutes, what would your last words to me be?
Checking his gun for remaining ammo, Tier grinned and took a long, smokey puff. "I can do it in five minutes if you can."
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GAME OVER
The text blared across the screen as the game ended, not by way of failure but victory. Foe turned to her companion, holding the corded red gun that denoted PLAYER ONE and leaned against the arcade cabinet with a smug look on her face. Tier had been leaning against the machine for the past few minutes, watching her work, having died at the beginning of the last level.
"I had to carry your sorry butt through that whole game," she sneered, pressing the tip of the plastic gun to Tier's temple and making a soft pow noise, "You really suck at this."
Calmly, and with a slight grin, he wordlessly returned the blue PLAYER TWO gun to its holster on the side of the machine, took the remainder of his cigarette butt and gently put it out on the sole of his shoe and walked past Foe to chuck it in the nearest trash bin. Her grin remained intact, certain her victory and chiding had gotten to him, but a loud resounding smack against her rump told her otherwise. She tensed up, first looking startled, but then a mischievous grin snaked its way across her face and the C*cktail whirled around, giving companion a solid punch to the arm.
He stumbled, holding the spot she walloped, and tried to hold back his snickering through clenched teeth. That girl had a damn rough punch!
"Now you owe me a drink, stud."
"A bet's a bet."
Foe eyed him cautiously, arms folded, "But you suck so bad you must've known you'd lose."
"Maybe so. Won't matter when we get sloshed. huh?"
"Bet you get drunk before I do," she prodded his chest.
"You're on."
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:07 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:11 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:16 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:16 am
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