[Prp]Cigarette talking. (Hopeite/Myrkviðr)

[Raspberry Hippos]

As always Hopeite was moving up and down the side walks after dark looking for some hobos to drain. They were easy enough to not really give her too much of a hassle when someone was attacking them.

It had been a rather boring night and she began to have the urge to take a cigarette. Even though her starter weapon was one it was lacking the taste that she could only make. She looked around and gently took one that she had made out of her pocket and lit it. She took a quick drag and let out a small sigh.

She loved the taste of home-rolled cigarette, nothing was better.  

[Kaelyndra]

Myrkviðr lacked the luxury of the home-rolled cigarette. Or, perhaps, she just lacked the ingenuity.

Plastic-wrapped packages, box bent round the edges--it had character, and store-bought cigarettes were on every corner, in every mini-mart and they were consistently full of the same amount of tobacco. This side of town--the one upper class parents warned their children about--no one cared about the appearance of its customers.

No one asked questions when you showed up in furs, looking like you had the worst migraine of your life in combination with a killer hangover (you did); they just shut up and took your money.

Coming out of the store, Myrkviðr had felt her fake-intuition begin to tingle down her spine. It was a quiet tickle that gave her the urge to sneeze or made her feel as though small bugs were tickling her arm hairs. It wasn't threatening, and so Myrkviðr didn't bother to feel threatened.

Instead, she went looking for a place to test the value of Parliaments. It was a whim, okay?

She found both the answer to her prickly skin and a fine spot in the same place. Without a care in the word, she shifted to an adjoining wall and gave her chaos-aligned companion a quick look over. If it occured to her that she should probably be afraid, or confrontational, or something, Myrkviðr certainly didn't show it. Other than King, no one had really pressed her to take a side.

"Hey." It was a low, musing tone. "Got a light?"

She was so used to carrying one in her pocket, that Myrkviðr had forgotten it didn't stay with her when she powered up. The outfit didn't exactly come with pockets.

bunnyilove

 

[Raspberry Hippos]

She had notice the power signature a little bit before she other female came upon her and her whole body tensed up. She had her weapon out but she knew that she would be the one in trouble because the other had almost blindsided her. She had to be come careful, she knew this was something she had to practice if she didn't want to get caught another time.

She quickly swivel around on her heel and raise her arm to get ready to attack but let out a small sigh as the female said her words. Her lips curled up and she nodded. "Sorry about that. I hope I didn't frighten you, but you know you can never be too careful. And yes I do have a light." she said smiling. She had to play nice. It was another person that enjoy smoking and she wasn't her to fight so that was nice.

She quickly reach inside her bar and grabbed her lighter and handed it too her. "So what are you smoking?" she said with a small grin.

Kaelyndra

 

[Kaelyndra]

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Had the Negaverse officer chosen to strike her, Myrkviðr would have crumpled like a tapestry. Instead, she blinked up at the raised item an was spared the necessary opening of her mouth by the apology.

The brunette shifted and rolled the tension away from her arms as she reached for the lighter.

Peace settled over her features as she inhaled. It was okay.

"The cheapest thing money can buy," came her easy, smoky answer. "Here." The lighter was passed back between them with all the ceremony of a peace offering.

"Parliaments." Feeling a foreign tickle of politeness, Myrkviðr added, "How about those?" A quick nod of her chin indicated the self-rolled cigarettes.