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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 28, 2012 10:39:59 GMT -5
Mordred barely breathes, "Yes. But call me Mordred right now."
The Junkion called her that. She thinks it is fitting.
There's a back to her?
Mordred lunges forward with the burning red brand, and considering the board rating, there very well may be a cut to black here.
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Tasha Walker
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 28, 2012 13:25:03 GMT -5
The moment of clarity is quickly lost again, so quickly that Nightshade is smiling that seductive smile once more at Mordred.
"What else would I call my Black Knight? But I'm more Morgan Le Fay than Guinevere, mind." So she's mixing her "facts" a bit, so what? It's no more wrong than that Merlin teevee show the nurses fawn over.
One fade to black to satisfy the ratings board later....
Nightshade is sitting at a desk in the archives, copying files onto a portable drive. As soon as she's done, she initiates a virus that will send the entire complex's computer system into cascade failure, erasing everything. If nothing else, Blackarachnia's computer skills are still accessible.
Of course there are still the paper records. Hospitals still keep paper records.
She smiles sweetly at Mordred. "Shall we set fire to the rain?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 28, 2012 13:31:06 GMT -5
She's more Guinevere than she thinks she is.
Mordred stands watch as Nightshade copies the archives, the red blade put away for now. It's funny, how she can make the blade come and go at will while she's armoured up like this, but she can't access anything in her old subspace pocket or store anything else wherever it is that the blade goes.
She admits, "I was just planning on leveling the whole place... what should I call you?"
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Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 28, 2012 17:55:53 GMT -5
"They called me Nightshade," she says with a shrug as she stands "Miss Fraidy Cat's name is Tasha."
She moves in as close to Mordred as the knight allows. "Tear it down, burn it down. I don't care. They should all die for what they did. For what they do." Some of Tasha shows through for a moment, looking scared and hurt.
"Let's go," Nightshade says, darting back out into the hall.
OOC: If you would like to skip to smouldering ruins, I would not be opposed.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 28, 2012 18:48:45 GMT -5
There is an eyebrow rise inside the helmet over the two names, but Mordred does not comment. She allows the closeness for now.
Levelling the building was as simple as kneeling, invoking a magic circle, and waiting the beats it takes for the place to collapse.
Mordred stands, dusts herself off, and says, "We should get out of here. There'll probably be survivors and alarms."
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Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 28, 2012 20:23:16 GMT -5
Nightshade/Tasha Walker watches the collapse of the facility that has been her home for entirely too long with no little satisfaction. She turns toward her Black Knight, into her arms, and kisses her cold black metal faceplate.
The sensation is strange. Yet... familiar.
"Yes."
OOC: Kissing w/ permission. Feel free to assume that Tasha accompanies Mordred whereever.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 28, 2012 21:06:51 GMT -5
Mordred allows the kiss. She has to be careful, though - in all this armour? Nightshade there could end up very unpleasantly jabbed.
She actually runs on foot about a city block through the swampy land surrounding the asylum before she pauses under a willow and looks around, to make sure there aren't any witnesses. Mordred warns, "I'm going back to civilian gear."
Then she touches her bracelets together, and the armour vanishes, and... the teal-haired woman from before is back.
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Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 28, 2012 23:06:38 GMT -5
The magical transformation isn't what makes Nightshade step back. It's the female form underneath the armor.
"You're a girl!"
She stares at Sable for a few seconds, before attempting to launch herself into the other woman's arms. "I don't care," she says attempting to kiss Sable very, very intimately.
Nightshade has faded away, leaving Tasha in her place. Probably a good thing, because it would be really bad to burn up her savior so soon.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 28, 2012 23:44:57 GMT -5
Sable doesn't quite know what to do with a kiss.
But she has a few tries to get it right, it seems. Sable does know how to handle an embrace, though, and she does - trying not to crush the other woman.
When she finally gets a chance for air, she shrugs and admits, "I'm really a man. This body is a... long story."
So, Nightshade doesn't seem to remember, except for little bits and pieces here and there. Trauma from being dumped into an all-organic body, maybe? Blackarachnia was never that stable.
"But I'm glad you can stand it. I'm a supervillain." Yeah, Tasha probably noticed that part. "I'd like you come with me. I need a military grade long range radio... and then the world."
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Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 29, 2012 0:32:44 GMT -5
Never that stable, no, and nearly as phobic about organics as Sentinel Prime, albeit in a different way. She may never fully regain herself while in this body.
But she has Scourge. A part of her knows this. He came for her, even if he only wants her for her skills. He didn't leave her to die. He came for her.
Yet they would call him evil and those others good.
Tasha clings to Sable, murmuring against the woman's shoulder.
"I can do that."
Thread end?
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