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 Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 4:25 pm
Everyone makes mistakes.
While the wild, civilian brunette would be loathe to admit it, even she was subject to the momentary, subjective stupidity that plagued the human race. He'd looked cute, fun. Couldn't keep his eyes off her.
Innocent enough Uuni had been sure he was incapable of malicious intent. But, then, he'd brought out the wine bottle. After thirty minutes, it was becoming apparent; after his jabbering jaw when she'd all but shown him what she had in mind, it was obvious.
She'd found a talker, and he was not going to let her escape until he had yapped her ears onto the floor.
Excusing herself to the bathroom, she had all but slammed it shut. It was locked, towels tied around handles, a scale planted in front of the door. When it was safely barricaded, she powered up. Sticking her head out the second story window showed no passerbys (not that this couldn't change at any second), and so Myrkviðr scooted a small standing stool over to it.
Powered up, increased strength, she oughta have no problem getting out of here, right? Right.
Who the hell made windows this small? Stomach being ground into by the frame, Myrkviðr quickly realized fitting her knees through and turning around was an impossibility. Fingernails clawing at the outside of the window, she attempted to shimmy back inside. This was not going to work. New plan.
"Ah, ********." The metal belt at her waist caught on trim, snapping loose wood. The back of Myrkviðr's head slammed into the side of the apartment, and her hands went up to nurse it in self defense. She realized her mistake all too quickly.
With a shrieking, "s**t!" she tumbled out the window.
Hopefully something soft would break her fall.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 5:36 pm
Thyone had been prowling the streets [she was hard-pressed to consider stomping around town in heels patrolling], relatively unperturbed until a power signature burst into existence very close by. It was followed shortly by a shriek, and the corrupt senshi tilted her head up to see a figure falling out the window.
Nope.
If she had been in a cartoon, it would have flattened her while she stood there with a dumb look on her face.
Fortunately, Thyone was not a cartoon character, and got the ******** out of the way.
She winced in almost-sympathy at the impact, before one brow arched.
To pun, or not to pun. That was the question.
Why not.
"Decide to just drop in?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 5:51 pm
Unpowered, Myrkviðr might have had the misfortune of fracturing a foot, a hip, or maybe just her wrists. At the very least, she would have found herself with some dramatically painful bruising.
Both luck and magic were with her. The wind had been knocked out of her chest, her shoulder hurt and her skin was patched red and torn in several places, but nothing had broken and her head was safe.
Groaning as she gave an expirimental wiggle, Myrkviðr decided it was a better bet to stay on the ground.
"Did that look coordinated to you?"
Her eyes flicked over to a voice, crystal clear, smooth. That voice was attached to a pair of exsquisite legs, and the brunette had cracked a grin by the time her eyes reached fabric.
Hello.
"Nice dress." All the more reason to stay on the ground.
The dark, gaping image in the middle of the woman's chest and head were a bit of a turnoff, but Myrkviðr didn't like to make judgements--at least, not lasting ones.
"The ants must run in terror." A quick flick of her eyes towards the corrupted senshi's studded shoes.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 6:50 pm
"Looks can be deceiving."
Well, she was attractive, in a weird hunter-gatherer sort of way. That smile wasn't close to being appropriate for the situation, and it came with a compliment and none of the pretention of a white moon senshi.
"... Peasants...? Sure." What the hell did that have to do with anything?
She reached down with both hands to pull Myrkviðr to her feet, hazel eyes flicking over her. Maybe this made up for that time Pandora had helped her. Probably not.
Who cared.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 7:06 pm
Myrkviðr's smile quirked with amusement.
"You do a lot of deceiving?"
A small breath of air pushed through her mouth at the word peasants. Did the Negaverse have an interesting caste system, or was she rich in real life? Eh, who cared.
Myrkviðr was being offered a hand--no, two hands--which she gladly took. There was an icky feeling throughout her body, and she wrinkled a nose until it left. A shame, she had to give up that view, but there was also a nice jaw, full lips, and for ******** sake, she must have ended a few lives with just those eyes.
"And they tell me you're all evil." Maybe it was supposed to be funny, because Myrkviðr was winking at Thyone. And it was, in a sort of morbid, please don't spear me with a hidden weapon, sort of way.
"Can I?" Fingers raised, Myrkviðr pointed to the long, curly mane of hair. Didn't things get stuck in it? It was clearly thick, and it must have taken years to grow. Myrkviðr was almost jealous. You know, except for the fact she would have looked like a chest-thumping, underfed cave-pet if she was fashioned with hair like that.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 8:05 pm
"Only my fair share," Thyone's honey voice was full of laughter, and a touch of surprise at not finding her 'enemy' wholly repulsive. What a pleasant deviation from the norm. Her bright eyes danced their way up from red lips until they met an icy blue, and she allowed herself a nearly flirtatious joke, in return.
"Well, I couldn't call myself a good girl." She lifted her chin, allowing Myrkviðr to finger a soft curl. "Are you?"
Her aura said so, but Thyone wasn't so sure.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 8:24 pm
You'd think she'd shampooed five minutes prior with how the hair slid between her fingers. It must have been a benefit of chaos magic. It sprung back to shape effortlessly, and the brunette let the momentum carry her fingers to the underside of a bared throat, off the tip of a chin.
"I really wouldn't count on it."
The brunette leaned back slightly, then, one hand on a hip. There was no shame in the way her eyes did a full search over Thyone; checking for weapon's and agression, of course. Of course. Better take a second look, just to be sure.
"But I think I could still stand to learn a thing or two."
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 12:18 pm
"Oh?"
Thyone was beginning to see the appeal of being assigned to Intelligence. There were a lot of attractive [if misguided] women working for the enemy, and the opportunity to flirt with them, while also completing the mission was incredibly appealing. Thy, of coruse, was exploring her options, in a better position than most to be of use in Infiltration, or to sow chaos throughout the battlefield in SpecOps. The time was fast approaching when she'd have to request a more permanent appointment. In the meantime?
"I've been told I'm an excellent tutor." Her golden lips curved as the page shifted closer, but she didn't move away.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 12:24 pm
Finally, someone with a proper head on her shoulders. Fighting wasn't everything, now was it?
A blood-red nail remained touching Thyone's fragile underjaw. Myrkviðr's pale eyes took a final survey before she followed the path of her finger. Did those lips taste as luxurious as they looked?
"Teach me," soft red lips whispered.
Myrkviðr's mouth abruptly found hair and her body tensed when a shoulder jammed her in the chest and made her stumble backwards.
"Hey!"
But the miscreant, pain in the a**, porridge for brains senshi had Myrkviðr firmly body blocked. One of her arms was extended out, keeping Thyone 'at bay'.
"Stay behind me. She's dangerous." A steely, green gaze was locked on Thyone.
Myrkviðr could not have rolled her eyes any further upwards.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 9:54 am
"Are you ******** ki--" The words, little more than breath, died a soft death as Thyone's eyes flicked up toward the heavens then down to angry green.
"Pandora," she greeted as if they were social rivals who had just run into each other in the foyer of a mutual friend. "I appreciate the gesture, but," Her fingers wiggled at the whole scene, of Pandora protecting the other girl, in a defensive stance, as if Thyone was terribly vicious.
"Is all that really necessary?" A smile tugged at the edges of her pout. "If I'd known we were exclusive..." Hazel eyes danced over to blue, brows raised as her tone became casually explanatory. "Her sphere is Jealousy, you see."
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 10:24 am
Oh.
"We're not anything."
"Of course you're not."
Lightly freckled fingers coiled around invisible fabric. The fist was a light shove to Thyone's chest. At the back of her jaw, she powdered the tips of her teeth.
"Get bored harassing me, and decided to try your stunts on someone else?" What a temper. Another push, the redhead took a step forwards. Myrkviðr surveyed the damage.
"Does she ******** you with that attitude?" Abusive girlfriend much? Better to dump that b***h and jump ship, if you asked her. 'You want me to trip her?' she mouthed out of the air. Myrkviðr kind of wanted to trip her. It would be funny, harmless. Content to be on the a**-side of the steampot ready to burst its top, one of Myrkviðr's brows raised and she nodded her chin towards the cowboy-senshi, eyes still on hazel. "Jealous girls are dangerous, you know." Especially jealous crazy ones.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 11:08 am
"Bored of you?" Thyone laughed, though the sound carried the breathlessness of impact, Pandora's shove causing her stumble back a step. "Never." Her gaze found Myrkviðr's, over the redhead's wide shoulders, and she raised a brow.
"Yes," The words sounded, perhaps, like a playful, curious response to the page's verbal questions, but instead, it was an encouragement to act. Hazel eyes flicked back to green, and she offered Pandora a wide, open smile as the black haired woman behind her began to move.
"Don't worry, baby," She didn't let Pandora hit the ground as she fell forward, manicured hand gripping a pale, green senshi collar to jerk the redhead closer. "I'm still interested."
Time to prove it.
"Maenad's Kiss," she breathed against Pandora's mouth, all too casually.
Perhaps it'd loosen her up a bit.
And maybe Thyone was showing off for Myrkviðr. Just a little.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 12:01 pm
Nothing worked quite like embarrassment to flush the cheeks, enrage the beast.
"Stop your games." It snarled up from the back of a rough throat. Myrkviðr tilted her head to the side as Pandora, angry as a dog, lunged for an all too humored Thyone.
Oops.
Pandora's anger turned to a small, submissive, shocked sound; readily heard by the brunette. A flat hand pressed against Thyone's chest, weakly pushing her away. Lips parted, Pandora took in air. Myrkviðr knew that look: a young woman's eyes studied Thyone's face, confused with the burn on pink lips, digging deep for anger and coming up with nothing. The brunette pulled in a satisfying breath, an involuntary chuckle becoming a laugh.
Like her remaining wits had been stolen from her, Pandora straightened, her hands smoothing out her uniform's fringes as if discomforted by their untidiness.
"That's not fair." It sounded like the pout of a child; it lacked the fiery heat of the woman's previous snaps. "And you know it."
Hot to test the bounds of this obviously-spell, Myrkviðr had closed the distance, run her fingers up a jaw, found no resistance, and continued it up the back of a scalp. The tension in strong shoulders immediately vanished, though the gaze remained focused on Thyone.
A new kind of tension flooded into the redhead's system, and she wavered briefly on her feet as she internally struggled with the idea of pursuing hedonistic ideals or keeping the weak, princess-like page at her side safe.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 12:26 pm
"I do know it," Thyone's voice was like honey, warm as she agreed with the redhead and pushed away the sudden desire to make the furrow in her brow disappear. Instead, her hands helped adjust Pandora's uniform, setting it to rights. "There, now. Aren't you handsome?"
She beamed at Pandora, taking a step back. "I'll be on my way then, love." She glanced to Myrkviðr, mischief sneaking into her bright eyes. "Be good."
Thyone blew the page a golden, magical kiss, and decided to leave the two warriors of order to their own devices.
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