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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 29, 2012 13:21:07 GMT -5
“Their boss looks good?” Valerie snorts derisively. “I mean, I guess teal and orange are sorta okay as villain colors. Not as cliche as black and red and not as weird as like... neon whatever. Uniform code aside though- good? Boss? Seriously?” She makes a face at the thought.
Raising a hand in a lazy wave, she says, “Yo,” to Guido. “Wasn’t much of a party. Just Elsa failin’ to dodge things mostly.”
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Post by Brawl on Jun 18, 2012 20:40:19 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Duskwing due to to time-out.
"I'd tap it," Elsa says offhandedly, taking a sip of her beer. It takes her brain a moment to catch up with her mouth so she can start choking on cheap lager. One brief coughing fit later, she explains "I mean! What I mean is, like, the supervillain boss guy has his costume with a cape or whatever and big shoulders, and then the goons have, like, similar costumes in the same colors, but not as good-looking. Costumes." The words come out all in a rush, then the larger woman lapses into silence.
She levels a glare on Valerie, as if daring her to say something, if she's really that tired of having two unbroken legs.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jun 21, 2012 15:17:43 GMT -5
Valerie doesn’t say anything. She just stares wide-eyed as Elsa blusters.
And then she falls off her chair laughing. The woman will idly wonder exactly why it was so hilarious later (it IS funny, but it isn’t THAT funny), but at the moment it was all she could do to wheeze and kick in helpless mirth.
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Post by Brawl on Jul 2, 2012 20:56:05 GMT -5
Well, it looked like they were going to stop fighting, but then the laughing happened.
So now Elsa is diving over the table to tackle Valerie, intending to strangle her until she stops laughing and/or breathing, whichever comes first.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 3, 2012 8:40:42 GMT -5
“HAHAHA- hhrck-!” Well it was very difficult to laugh when you can’t breathe! “Gack!” Although Valerie was still grinning despite the hands around her neck, trying to kick Elsa off for all the good that it does. It would have been a very Vortex-y kind of grin too if Vortex ever had a mouth.
He is never going to let you forget this, Brawl. Never, ever, ever!
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Post by Brawl on Jul 5, 2012 9:55:24 GMT -5
As far as Brawl can remember, Vortex has always been able to do a pretty decent slag-eating grin despite not having a mouth. It's all in the eyes and it makes Brawl want to punch Vortex.
Elsa continues strangling Valerie, though some of the kicks are getting pretty annoying. Maybe if she can make her black out for long enough, it'll erase the bits of her brain that remember the conversation they just had. That's how brains work, right? Violence, don't fail Brawl now.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 5, 2012 12:44:56 GMT -5
Vortex would have grinned and kicked to his lasercore’s content- or until Brawl nearly severed his head, either way. Unfortunately Vortex also always knew that he would wake up alive after pissing off Brawl.
Valerie didn’t. Any traces of Vortex vanished the moment her vision began to darken and panic set in, a primal warning going off in the back of the human’s brain. Her eyes turning white are the only warnings Elsa will get because the next second, the smaller meta is summoning a full-blown tornado between them.
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Post by Brawl on Jul 7, 2012 17:42:51 GMT -5
A full-blown tornado can put a toothpick through a wooden board. It's more than enough to get Elsa off of Valerie, though Valerie is probably going to have bruises on her neck. The larger woman is blasted off her feet and sent hurtling backwards, landing in a tangle of limbs and chair and table legs in a pile of debris. She's lucky she didn't hit the metal wall instead, or she likely wouldn't be getting back up.
As it is, she's just seeing double and wondering why the back of her head feels wet.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 8, 2012 10:54:49 GMT -5
The winds die down as quickly as they’d been summoned and Valerie rolls onto her knees, coughing harshly and clutching at her throat.
“What the hell,” she rasps. She shouldn’t have let Elsa that close. She shouldn’t have let Elsa touch her at all, actually. It was an utterly inexcusable lapse in vigilance and Val is very sure it had very nearly just cost her her life. What the hell happened?
Still clutching at her sore throat, she struggles to get up; the panicked burst of power had eaten through what was left of her strength already. She somehow ends up on her feet, knees shaking and free hand clutching at her tigh. Casting a quick look around the room to see where the other woman had ended up, she spots Elsa half embedded in a pile of debris and scowls.
Valerie should have taken the occasion to hightail it out of the room; she was not feeling entirely too hot and her physically stronger opponent was down for the count. It was yet another inexplicable moment of utter senseless that she would look back on when, instead of escaping, she utters an emphatic, “Crap,” and staggers over to check on Elsa.
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Post by Brawl on Jul 14, 2012 9:11:33 GMT -5
Elsa sits up, holding her head in one hand and feeling extremely woozy, muttering a stream of curses under her breath. Stupid Vortex and his stupid cheating wind powers.
She takes her hand off her head and looks at it, revealing that it's bloody. That solves the mystery of why her head is sticky, then. "'M gonna hafta take another shower now," she mumbles. And she'll have to see the medic. She hates seeing medics. They never want to just let you walk it off.
She casts a wary eye at the other woman as Valerie approaches. If she's looking to finish her off, then . . . Vortex wouldn't do that, right? But Valerie doesn't remember that she's Vortex. So what is Valerie doing? The confusion makes Brawl's head hurt. Or maybe that's the blunt trauma.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 15, 2012 10:45:15 GMT -5
Valerie glowers down at the larger woman as she comes to a somewhat unstable stop. Her eyes stray to the blood on Elsa’s fingers. For a moment, she really does contemplate just murdering the other meta on the spot; it would pretty easy at this point, even if it would drain whatever was left of her powers for the day. She’d piss off Octavian. Probably end up dead afterwards. What did it matter?
“You are such a moron.” It was meant to be insulting. It sounded weirdly apologetic. What the hell was there to be sorry about? The idiot tried to strangle her; frankly, the stupid C-class deserved to be put through a wall.
“I’m calling a medic,” she grumbles, pulling one of the standard issue communicators from her pocket.
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Post by Duskwing on Jul 16, 2012 10:36:27 GMT -5
Guido finally wanders back out of the kitchen serving line with a full tray and stares around the room in consternation; most of the tables are either broken or in a tumbled heap. Tables that are normally bolted to the floor, as this is a flying ship of sorts and it doesn't do for the galley furniture to slide all over the deck when the vessel bounces around in turbulence or banks in a turn. "Bolted to the floor" does not mean "can stand up to tornado-force meta-induced winds", however.
"Well, slag." Guido scowls at the mess some more, and finally notices a table in good enough condition that he can right it with one arm while holding his tray with the other, then sets his tray on it. Now to find an intact chair...
His gaze falls across Elsa and Valerie. "Aw, don't tell me Elsa's hurt! Dat just ain't right, she's a cool dame!" (Guido thinks anyone he can have a matching intellectual conversation with is 'cool'.)
Guido grabs his drink off the tray, along with the contents of a spilled napkin dispenser and heads over to the two women. He gives Valerie a suspicious look, then kneels by Elsa.
"Here," he says, offering Elsa his beer as he looks at her. "Eh, probably a scalp wound; they bleed like all get out. I used to dish 'em out all the time--nothin' scares a mug like blood spurtin' all over his face, but it don't do too much damage, so dey can still pay up, see? Still, probably oughta call medical, just to make sure it ain't worse. See, back when I was in the ring, dere was dis guy kept insistin' he was fine after bein' hit in the head and bleeding outta his nose, and next round, he took three steps, and before I even laid a glove on him, he fell down stone dead! So youse oughta get it checked, just to be careful, see?"
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Post by Brawl on Jul 22, 2012 16:28:18 GMT -5
Elsa waves everybody off, making vague angry sounds and insisting she is fine. It's not like she's never been in a fight before. She tries to rise to her feet, but only gets about a quarter of the way up before she has to sit back down. The room should not be spinning that way unless Vortex is actively using his tornado powers. Her tornado powers.
"Fine," she grunts, acquiescing to seeing a medic. She leans back against the debris, wiggling her shoulders in the pile of wreckage to clear some of the sharper bits away so she can get more comfortable.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 23, 2012 7:50:54 GMT -5
Valerie bristles when Guido comes nearer, the edges of her teeth baring. That was her teammate! He didn’t have any right to-
Wait. What.
She scowls harder and makes a call to the medics, although she was not entirely able to resist glowering at Guido throughout. What the hell was wrong with her today?
“Right,” the woman grumbles, putting the communicator away afterwards and turning a rather sullen look at Elsa. “They’re on their way. Try not to move.”
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Post by Duskwing on Jul 23, 2012 15:04:35 GMT -5
Guido gives Valerie a puzzled frown. What the slag was her problem? Sure, Elsa tried to punch her lights out, but that wasn't serious. Nonetheless, he looks relieved after Valerie calls the medics.
He glances around at the mess in the cafeteria and lowers his voice to say, "Uh, Boss ain't gonna like dis. What's our story?"
Guido doesn't ask himself why he identifies with two nutjob metas over his fellow goons; that's far too much self-awareness for him. He just knows that they feel like his kind of people.
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