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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Apr 22, 2012 9:11:10 GMT -5
Val, covers her eyes from the splinters, laughing at the destruction. “You ain’t met a lot a’ people, have ya?” she snickers in reply, watching as Elsa charged and waiting until the last second before quickly ducking and darting aside, taking advantage of her smaller size.
She vaults over another table, putting it between herself and the other woman before flipping both it and whatever chairs were around it at Elsa, hair whipping wildly in the wind.
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Post by Brawl on Apr 22, 2012 19:06:51 GMT -5
If Brawl was smarter, he'd make a comment about how when someone purposely makes him angry, he only ever meets them very briefly. That would be so awesome.
Elsa is not smarter, though, so what Valerie gets instead is "I'm gonna kick your ass until your stop enjoyin' it!" which is pretty much Brawl's stock threat he uses when sparring with Vortex or otherwise inflicting violence on him. She swings and misses, growling, as the more agile woman ducks out of the way, nearly colliding with a wall as she skids to a halt and reverses direction.
When Valerie summons another gust of wind and furniture at her, she manages to punch a chair into oblivion, duck the table, and catch a second chair and use it to swat a third out of the way. The fourth chair clips her upside the head, however, and she topples over backward.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Apr 25, 2012 18:29:21 GMT -5
Elsa certainly fought like a dumb tank goon. Maybe her paranoia was still right and Elsa was either the instrument of some annoying plot or the plotter herself. Or maybe years of living with a lot of useless backstabbing idiots was getting to her.
Valerie isn’t sure which one of her numerous options was more annoying.
“You’re not exactly kicking much a’ anythin’!” she snipes back irritably- 'stop enjoying it?' how did she even know that?!-, sending another innocent table flying through the air. It hits the ceiling with a deafening BANG before dropping down towards Elsa, bringing pieces of the ceiling with it.
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Post by Brawl on Apr 30, 2012 13:59:58 GMT -5
Elsa is already picking herself up off the ground, groaning and clutching her forehead. "Wouldja stop throwin' [stuff]?!" she yells as she picks up a table by the legs to swat away the latest barrage of airborne furniture. The trajectory catches her by surprise, however, what with it hitting the ceiling, so she ends up just blocking by holding the table over her head. This ends with Elsa holding both tables and several pieces of ceiling plaster on her shoulders like Atlas.
She shoots a murderous look at Valerie and charges her, screaming, holding the table in front of her as an impromptu tower shield.
Meanwhile, a group of random minions, the kind that would wear face-concealing helmets if they were on-duty, are coming into the cafeteria on their lunch hour. Guarding Sector 7B works up a hunger. Those Tertiary Auxiliary Power Relays aren't going to keep an eye on themselves! They decide to delay their lunch break when they see the supervillain fight going down in the mess hall, however, quietly exiting to report the incident to whichever superior will listen.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 3, 2012 9:15:17 GMT -5
Valerie can only really use her powers in short bursts without exhausting herself. The amount of power required to stop a very determined tank meta wasn’t something she was willing to pump out under such friendly circumstances anyways. She focuses on dodging this time, throwing herself out of the way, the path around her having been cleared from tables.
“Well, hey, at least I ain’t throwing you around yet, huh?” she comments with a grin, hopping onto a chair.
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Post by Brawl on May 10, 2012 19:29:57 GMT -5
"Like you could!" Elsa shouts back, swinging her table at the chair Valerie is standing on, attempting to knock it out from under her.
Meanwhile, various people are probably on their way to break up the fight between the two women. Or watch.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 11, 2012 17:07:55 GMT -5
The chair is abandoned on short notice, both it and the table banging through the wall behind it. Valerie lands on her feet a short distance away, crouching and ready for whatever Elsa was going to throw next.
“Well, actually, I’d rather you threw me around. In bed. Until I stop enjoying it, I mean,” but the accompanying eyebrow waggle suggests that that really isn’t going to happen. Val is really enjoying trying to find all of Elsa’s buttons and just how much DOES Elsa know about her bedding habits anyways? Valerie doesn’t ever recall having slept with this particular tank lady before, even though she was infuriatingly familiar.
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Post by Brawl on May 17, 2012 14:07:30 GMT -5
Brawl is completely repulsed by the thought of sharing a bed with Vortex, even if he is currently a pretty woman.1 Elsa communicates this sentiment via an inarticulate roar, charging at Valerie shoulder-first, head down.
A squad of anonymously helmeted and armored troopers entered the room, their distinctively-colored armor marking them as this particular supervillain organization's version of military police.
1. This sentence still works no matter how you parse it!
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 18, 2012 14:30:13 GMT -5
Valerie steps back and out of the way, sending a table rolling into Elsa’s path to try and trip her. Vortex would have happily had let Brawl bowl into him but Vortex didn’t have to deal with being bedridden for the next three months or more. It’s a sad day indeed when the masochist doesn’t get to have an awesome healing factor.
… Actually, that was probably for the better.
“Oh hey,” Valerie remarks upon noticing the new flock of goons out of the corner of her eyes. “Think they’re here t’ stop us.”
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Post by Brawl on May 18, 2012 19:54:46 GMT -5
Elsa stops in her tracks, skidding to a halt and turning to regard the faceless goons, a puzzled expression on her face. "What for? We haven't broken anything important," she says, looking around the devastated room as she idly picks up a metal chair leg off the ground.
"Why were we fighting, again?" she asks after a moment, turning back to look at Valerie.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 21, 2012 10:00:13 GMT -5
“Well, there was a whole bunch of reasons,” Valerie shrugs, gauging the distance between a chair one of the goon’s heads. She decides against it for the moment however and turns to Elsa, continuing, “But mostly because you were really easy to piss off.”
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Post by Brawl on May 21, 2012 20:30:56 GMT -5
Elsa makes a rude gesture at Valerie and frowns at the notion that she is easy to piss off. Then she trundles over to the refrigerator, gets out someone else's beer, pops it open, and has a swig. "I just got out of the shower and now I'm all sweaty again. What a pain in the ass," she gripes, taking a seat at one of the intact chairs, and pulling over a somewhat less intact chair to use as a footstool.
The goon squad seem unsure of how to proceed, looking nervously at one another while their sergeant places two fingers to the side of his helmet and whispers, clearly radioing for orders.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 22, 2012 13:41:47 GMT -5
“Well, you could just strut around sweaty n’ everything,” Valerie snorts, suppressing the urge to pace. “It’s always an option.” Unlike Elsa, she was still itching for a fight. She wanted to destroy this place. She wanted all the stupid little lies and petty schemes to go up in flames. Younger Valerie probably even given in and dove into recklessly destroying a flying fortress.
Present Valerie had learned some foresight.
“You ever notice how stupid those goon uniforms look?” she growls, pulling a slightly broken chair up in front of Elsa and sitting in it. It creaked ominously but she pays it little heed for now, instead eying the teals and oranges lined up in front of the entrance.
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Post by Duskwing on May 22, 2012 17:59:30 GMT -5
One of the non-MP-type minions shows up late to lunch--he got distracted by arguing about football with Joe and Dave. Guido stops in the doorway and stares for a moment, oblivious to whomever he may be blocking.
"Whoa! Slag, I missed the party!" He ambles over to the cafeteria line; hopefully it's still serving. After all, the big mess is in the dining room, not the kitchen.
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Post by Brawl on May 27, 2012 10:36:40 GMT -5
Brawl is always itching for a fight. He's just learned to tone the urges down to Decepticon socially-acceptable levels. She's also too stupid to care about things like lies and schemes until they involve her hitting people.
"Yeah, but then I'll be all itchy once the sweat dries," Elsa reasons, screwing her face up in the manner of one dealing with a complex philosophical problem. "Well, see, they're not allowed to look as good as their boss. It's like a rule or somethin'," she opines, raising her beer can in salute to Guido as he comes in.
Didn't she work with him on something or other at some point?
The MP goons, meanwhile, quietly leave the room. There's no reason to provoke a couple of metas if they aren't actively trashing the place, and they can always clean up later. Superheroic organizations probably have stricter rules about this sort of thing. Supervillainous ones, not so much.
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