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 Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:47 pm
Mackenzie was in her element- her body moving to the beat of the music in a hot and sweaty crowd, drink in hand. It was as if she was in another world entirely when she was dancing, completely unaware of the people around her. That was, until she caught sight of that very familiar, not commonly seen, outfit. She lived in DC her entire life and with the recent report by Tag Swagger being all over the news, Mack had a feeling she knew exactly who, or what, he was. After a few weeks of noticing him frequenting the same clubs she did, she decided it was time to approach him. It was time that she put her dedication and unwavering loyalty towards something bigger. Pushing her way through the crowd, she made her way over towards where he stood at the bar and moved in close. She was not above using her looks or her body to get what she wanted, and tonight she was a lady on a mission. "Hi there," she said with a coy smile, taking a sip from her drink. The fingers of her free hand moved up to touch his forearm, "Don't you get hot in here wearing that big ol' coat?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 5:54 pm
When he was in uniform, Ilmenite tended to be pretty no-nonsense; his eyes locking immediately on the bar, on the crowd pressed up against the heavy wood [and against each other], on the noise around him. Maybe, as a General, he should have had different duties -- did have different duties, in fact -- but he was good at energy collection, and having it back gave him a certain renewed purpose. One easy to fulfill, when surrounded by a farm like this one. He wanted a drink, and was halfway there when the girl interrupted him. Absently, he tipped his head to peer down at her, and his immediate reaction was a grin. This happened to him more often now, in the uniform, than it ever had before. "Sorry sugar." Once it had been flattering. He'd even played along. These days, he didn't bother -- "I'm a solid six on the Kinsey scale."
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 7:59 pm
The corners of her lips dipped down into a frown at his reaction to her, her hand quickly pulling back. "That's fine," she quipped, her tone moving from flirtatious to much more serious. She went on her tiptoes to reach his ear and murmured "I know who... Or what you are." Dropping back onto her heels, she stared up at him. Mackenzie turned her attention away for only a moment to order another drink from the bartender, then took a long sip and her attention was instantly back on Ilmenite. "And I want in." She was blunt, and quite frankly if she couldn't flirt her way into the Negaverse this seemed like the next best option.
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Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 8:46 pm
She got the surprise, at least, which was probably what she was going for -- even if it only lingered for a moment before Ilmenite's expression faded back to a smile, rolling his shoulders and peering down at her. Fine, then. She had his attention, but that didn't mean he was convinced... "Tell me then." He leaned in against the bar and held up a finger at the tender. He wanted a vodka tonic. And he pointed at her, because if she wanted this meeting, she could damned well pay for it. "What am I?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 2:27 pm
An eyebrow raised when he pointed at her when he ordered his drink, staring at him incredulously. "Seriously? Making me pay for your drink?" She rolled her eyes at him, ordered a shot of Tequila, tossed it back and took a deep breath. "I see you often. You frequent the club scene and you always wear this outfit. So either you really like plaid or you're one of the vigilantes that Tag Swagger reported about. I'm gonna go with the latter of the two." Mack shrugged her shoulders matter-of-factly. "I've lived in DC my entire life and I've seen a thing or two. If you were one of the terrorists, you'd probably be in a miniskirt and be rocking a tiara." Following suit, Mackenzie leaned against the bar as well, crossing her legs at the ankles. "Considering you're trying to rid Destiny City of a terrorist threat, I can't imagine that you're in a position to say no to someone wanting in to your super secret clubhouse."
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 4:58 pm
"I can say 'no' to anyone I want." He said it absently as he looked her over -- and then, slowly, leaned in, two fingers tucked under her chin and his voice dropped. Absently, almost thoughtlessly, he drained energy from the point of contact. Not a lot, just a bit: enough to make the alcohol more effective in her system, to leave her blinking. "...and worse than that." He let her go at last to sit at his drink, bright eyes amused. Would she understand what had happened? Possibly not; not unless she was very familiar. "So pretend, for a moment, that I'm in a position of power." He smiled, a wide flash of teeth. "And explain to me why you want in, and why you think I should take you."
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 6:11 pm
If Mackenzie was any other girl, she would have been a blushing, bumbling mess when Ilmenite tipped her chin and leaned in. Instead, her expression remained cold and blank as she stared up at him. Then she started to feel... Did I really have that much to drink? she thought to herself as she blinked a few times, her eyebrows furrowing, trying to concentrate. When his fingers finally slipped away, Mack's hands went back to steady herself on the bar. "I don't get attached, I take orders well, I get s**t done and I'm damn good anything and everything I do." Her response was short, sweet, and to the point. An eyebrow arched. "I want in because I don't want some terrorist assholes taking over the city I have grown up in. I want in because I think I'd be helpful. I want in because I think any anti-terrorist group could use all the help they could get." She rubbed at her eyes and shook her head trying to clear it. She mumbled to the bartender to order a glass of water, allowing Ilmenite a moment to think about her proposition - and a minute for her to catch her bearings.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 6:33 pm
Ilmenite worked on his drink while she got her water; mulling that over, searching for some kind of sign that this was a trap. It seemed too pat, too right. Nothing ever went this smoothly, and something about that made him fidgety. Fortunately, alcohol worked wonders on nerves and jitters. "...it hurts." He tipped his head, looking aside to her as he slid the empty glass across the bar. A second wouldn't go amiss, if the tender wanted to fill it again, but he wasn't about to order something else. They had other business to deal with. "It hurts like nothing you've ever felt before." He was trying to scare her, naturally, and it showed. Another test, then. "And once you're in, there is no out, whether you like it or no."
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 6:55 pm
Mackenzie took a breath, stared Ilmenite down for a moment, then tapped the bartop to indicate for the tender to pour another round for herself and the man beside her. When the drink was poured, she clinked her glass to his and shot the entirety of her beverage before placing it carefully back down. "Then it's a good thing I've been drinking, hm?" With a coy smile, she stepped away from the bar and stood in front of him so they were face to face. "You can throw all the s**t at me that you want. I'm not afraid of a little pain or commitment." She jabbed a finger into his chest. "So just do it already, before my patience begins to wear thin." Okay, so maybe she shouldn't be threatening a member of the Negaverse. But when flirting, alcohol, and flat out asking doesn't work? Threats and demands were her next best option.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:32 pm
Ilmenite looked like a stick; a stick dressed up nice, wrapped in a coat that made the most of his frame, a padded stick, but still impossibly skinny, under all those layers. He didn't look like he'd be able to handle two drinks, especially when he downed the first one in one long, slow gulp. Expert. Easy. Comfortable. He really didn't look like he could catch her around the waist and toss her over one shoulder, easy as pie. A football player would have struggled with that. Ever could never have pulled it off. But a General could. "Not in here." His tone was mocking. Let her make demands. So long as she realized he was in control. He started for the door. "We'll go elsewhere." The alley had a protected corner. That might serve...
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 9:50 am
Mackenzie squealed when Ilmenite picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder like it was nothing. Was this incredible strength a Negaverse thing? Her mind was reeling, particularly after she had a few drinks and was now hanging upside down. "You can take me wherever you'd like, you big strong man, you!" She giggled and clung to his back to give herself some sense of security. "A dark alley? Are you sure you haven fallen for my wit and charm?" If she wasn't face to face with his backside he'd see her eyebrows waggling.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 8:31 pm
"I want somewhere people won't turn to look if you start screaming." It was offered in a careful sort of deadpan, even as he flashed a smile and a wink to the bouncer at the door. She wasn't fighting him, so the man would just assume this was a game. Part of their deal. Something they did. He'd only put her down once they were outside: propping her up against the wall and settling three fingers just above her breast bone. He paused there. Looking at her face. Smile gone, for once. "This could kill you, you know." It wasn't, exactly, a last chance. Just a warning. An opportunity for her to speak the last words she might ever speak.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:52 am
Mackenzie blew a kiss and winked at the bouncer as they slipped out of the club. When they were outside and she was against the wall with Ilmenite's fingers on her chest, she frowned. Her brows furrowed, her expression a mix of determination and annoyance. His smile disappearing was only a little tiny bit unnerving for Mack, but instead of side-stepping to get away from him, she pushed forward against his fingertips. "Just do it." Her last words- maybe the last ever, or the last as a plain ol' Destiny City civilian.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 8:14 pm
So be it, then: she leaned forward and his fingers slid into her chest like it was air, to curl around the starseed at her core. This wasn't his first time, not anymore, so Ilmenite was better prepared this time, reaching out to grab her shoulder with his other hand as the corruption set in. Pain. Blinding pain. Worse than anything else she had likely felt. It would consume her, swallow up Mackenzie and churn out something new. He would step back, as it finished, to take her in. And maybe to prepare himself. The reminder of Bornite's punch still sat fresh in his mind.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 8:49 pm
When his hand slid into her chest, it was like nothing she had ever felt before and it left her gasping for air. With wide eyes filled with tears, Mackenzie looked down at his hand literally inside of her and a noise she wasn't even aware she was capable of making escaped her parted lips. Suddenly her eyes clamped shut and the noise turned to screaming and then everything went black. Mackenzie slumped forward against Ilmenite and when she finally opened her eyes she put a gloved hand on his chest to push herself back against the wall. The she lurched forward and vomited - because that's what happens when you corrupt drunk people. 
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