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Post by Brawl on Jan 21, 2012 22:03:41 GMT -5
Month 6, Week 2, Day 2, a townhouse in the suburbs of Detroit, Michigan
Elsa Huldon rubs the sleep from her eyes, scratches herself in a very unladylike manner/area, and rolls out of bed to go to the bathroom, tugging down her T-shirt and yawning.
After concluding her business and flushing, she brushes her teeth, staring dully back at the woman in the mirror. It occurs to her that absolutely nothing is out of the ordinary, then she wonders briefly why something so obvious would occur to her. She shrugs it off as she emerges from the bathroom.
"Mornin' honey," she says groggily as she heads downstairs to make coffee.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jan 21, 2012 22:26:00 GMT -5
"Hrmpf."
The grunt is the same as Elsa gets from her wife every morning. And just like every other morning, her breakfast's already been made and waiting on the table, with a steaming hot cup of coffee.
Gertrude is drinking hers, probably the seventh one she's had since 1am judging from her twitchy pinkie and even darker then usual circles around her cold, ice blue eyes. The short redhead is reading the newspaper, something that's part of her routine, and yet...It feels off. Forced. She doesn't like it. Maybe it's the nightmares she had tonight. They were...Different.
"Slept average?"
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Post by Brawl on Jan 21, 2012 22:50:28 GMT -5
"Yeah, I slept okay. How long you been up?" Elsa responds, reaching for her coffeee mug and taking a long sip. Ah, that's the good stuff.
She takes a moment to look at her wife. Damn, she lucked out. Not only is it legal for them to get married, but she's a total catch. Sweet little redhead, blue eyes, always has breakfast waiting. Blue eyes, with those sleep-deprived black rings beneath. Blue eyes on a black field. Why can't she stop thinking about those blue eyes?
Autobots tend to have blue eyes, though not always, of course. Elsa Huldon, who is also Brawl, stands very still for a moment as the coffee percolates through her human brain.
"Sonuvabitch" she exclaims, kicking the table, upending Gertrude's carefully prepared breakfast directly back at her. "You Autobot bi-glit-Autobot! What'd you do to me?!"
OOC: As per the admin, light swearing is acceptable withing the board rating, as long as it is kept to a minimum, say one cuss per thread. Think 1986 Transformers movie, not 2009 Transformers movie.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jan 21, 2012 22:58:50 GMT -5
"Long enough to not get any decent sleep." Gertrude grumbles, as she feels the coffee-flavored whiskey wash down her throat, making her chest burn. Some things never change. She doesn't look up at her wife, eyes fixed on the newspaper, but that changes when breakfast slams against the newspaper and against her face.
She topples backwards, spouting off a curse, and as she veers back up she pulls open the cutlery drawer, reaches in, pulls something out, and then turns around and aims a gun directly at her wife's head.
They lead interesting lives.
"What the hell's your problem!?" She snaps, bright blue eyes on black wide open, the grip on the hand tight, the short woman holding her weapon with the tight and experienced grip of a veteran gun man. "Jesus Christ woman, if I forgot the bacon again you could try saying so WITHOUT flipping a &%$^ table on me for once!"
...Wait. Autobot? Why does that sound familiar? Why is it echoing in the deepest recesses of her mind? "What are you talkin' about? You been sneakin' into my private reserve again? I TOLD you to stay out of that! You can't handle that stuff!"
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Post by Brawl on Jan 21, 2012 23:19:28 GMT -5
"Why the heck is there a gun in the knife drawer?" Elsa shouts as Gertrude draws her firearm. "My problem is that I'm tiny and squishy and confused and I have two sets of memories and a headache and I'm gonna beat on you until everything makes sense!" Brawl roars, sending a fist toward Guzzle in a wild haymaker. There's more power than control behind the punch, so it ends up going over Guzzle's head and slamming into the kitchen cabinets, which ripple in a way wood generally shouldn't and then shatter into a million pieces.
Elsa stares at her hand for a moment. What was that? Oh right, she can create sonic shockwaves, and does so frequently as part of her secret double life of mercenary supervillainy.
"Look what you made me do, Gertie! My cabinets! You always hated the cabinets! I'll kill you!"
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jan 21, 2012 23:35:12 GMT -5
"WHY ARE THERE KNIVES IN MY GUN DRAWER IS A BETTER QUESTION." Gertrude snaps right back at her wife, who just fished a gun from somewhere. Judging from the complete lack of a reaction, that is something she is far too used to.
What Brawl is saying does confuse her though. But not enough to catch her off guard. She ducks when the fist comes flying, shooting some tranq rounds from her gun as she does. "You idiot! Did you agree to be a test subject for that %%Q%@ biofirm again!?"
Wait. Guzzle didn't think anything of the force behind that punch, but Gertrude does. She actually blinks, then again when she notices that the tranq darts aren't sticking in her skin. There aren't even any puncture wounds!
Then it's 1+1= obvious meta-human. Which just makes Gertrude snarl as she climbs back up, her eyes narrowed, lips pulled back in a snarl. "We picked out those cabinets together! Now care to explain why you haven't told me that you're an unregistered meta!? Our marriage is based on honesty! And NOT KILLING EACH OTHER!"
Talking this much is starting to feel unnatural to her for some reason. So even if it doesn't work, she just fires more tranqs. Shooting things when she's confused and frustrated always helps!
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Tranq bouncing done with player permission.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 22, 2012 14:40:52 GMT -5
"THAT'S THE CUTLERY DRAWER!" Elsa snaps back. "It should have kitchen knives, not guns!"
"I didn't agree to be a test subject for anything! Only a moron would do that! You probably kidnapped me and pumped me full of drugs or something!" Brawl protests, making a grab for Guzzle.
"No, our marriage is based on me being on top and you having my breakfast ready with the damn bacon! You liar. You always hated those cabinets! You had it in for the cabinets from day one! Oh, sure, you were all smiles at the hardware depot but I could tell!" she yells.
She's going to attempt to throw Gertrude through the wall if she can get a hold of her.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jan 22, 2012 15:44:52 GMT -5
"SAYS WHO?"
Okay, tranquilizer darts didn't do much, and Elsa is being very confusing. Gertrude will worry about that later. Right now her wife is an angry, possibly mad rampaging meta who wants to murder her. "So our marriage is based on you being a lazy #$%? I ALREADY BRING IN THE BACON! STOP EATING MY $^@ BACON AND GET YOUR OW-"
And then Elsa grabs hold of a thick ankle and sends Gertrude flying right through a wall. She doesn't climb back out.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 22, 2012 18:11:42 GMT -5
Elsa just stands there panting for a moment. Her head feels like it's going to split open. Why did she just throw her wife through the wall?
Because she's an Autobot. Right? His name is Brawl, he's a Transformer from the planet Cybertron, a couple million years old, and incarcerated for far too many of those years. But isn't she also Elsa Huldon, age . . . well, the past few birthdays have all counted as twenty-nine. Didn't she and Gertie meet at . . . that thing and fall madly in love and . . . there were definitely cabinets involved, at some point.
"Argh, all this thinking is giving me a headache," she mutters to herself, pressing her fingers to her temples. Whatever, violence has been working so far.
Elsa yanks a leg off the kitchen table and swings it experimentally, tip-toeing toward the hole in the wall. "Gertie? Honey? C'mon out. I'm sorry. I just want to talk. About, um, feelings."
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jan 22, 2012 19:29:57 GMT -5
No reply comes from the gaping hole in the wall for a good couple of seconds. Did she knock Getrude out cold? She must have. Any normie would probably be seriously injured after something like that, or at the very least passed out. The hole leads into the living room, where another cabinet lays smashed, shards of broken plates scattered around it and the debris of the wall.
But there is no short, stocky redheaded lady.
No. She's behind Elsa in the door frame of the kitchen, clutching a gun that is far bigger and more high tech one that she just had, her already cold eyes freezing. "Hrn. Feel this." Then she lifts the Judge and fires off a silver pellet that explodes in midair, an expanding blob of foam starting to form that is now hurtling towards Brawl.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 24, 2012 18:15:09 GMT -5
The poor innocent cabinetry, why must it suffer so?
"Gertie?" Elsa says as she peeks through the hole, genuinely puzzled. She can't have gone far.
The taller woman turns around at Gertrude's voice, reflexively diving for cover when she sees the gun. She's not fast enough, though, and the blob manages to hit her dead in the center of her chest, splashing outward and gluing her arms to her sides.
She was already off-balance from her dive, and no longer having the use of her arms she topples backwards, able only to glower and spit invectives at her wife.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jan 24, 2012 20:42:14 GMT -5
Okay, maybe Gertrude does hate it.
"Heh. Gotcha." Gertrude can't help but feel a sense of pride as she traps her wife to the wall with sticky foam. Which is odd, considering the circumstances. She should feel torn up, deeply hurt, and she has acted like that in the pass.
But yet...She feels nothing like that. She vaguely realizes it, but she ignores it in favor of something far more prying, something she can't properly grasp or understand. Something that is making her walk closer to her trapped wife, twirling her gun around her finger, and then leans in, her icy eyes bright even in the shadows cast around them. "Hrn. Now what the hell got into you? What did you call me? Autobot? Why?"
She doesn't understand why, but she knows how important that question is.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 26, 2012 20:59:04 GMT -5
Elsa squirms against the foam as it gels, struggling to get free. "Did I call you . . . I mean, yes, I did. I remember doing that." Savor the look of deep thought on Elsa's face while you can, Gertrude, you won't see much of it. "I don't know why . . . it's like it's on the tip of my brain, I can almost remember . . ."
She's growing increasingly frustrated. Under the now-hardened foam, her hands are shaking with confusion, frustration, fear, and anger. Around her hands, the foam is starting to re-liquefy. Or maybe shatter. How does the foam work?
"I just . . . I remember that you're an Autobot and I'm a- I FREAKIN' HATE AUTOBOTS, OKAY?!" she shouts.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jan 27, 2012 15:12:15 GMT -5
Elsa is not the only one who's confused. This is getting to Gertrude as well, making her own head hurt, her scowl widening as Elsa refuses to show any clarity whatsoever.
Then, she notices the gel starting to crack. That's not good, so Gertrude raises her gun and holds it close to her wife's head, snarling, the weapon starting to hum. "Stay. Down."
And since this leaves her with one free hand, she grabs a comm device from her pocket, something she had hastily grabbed along with the Judge, flicking it on and holding it to her lips. But she doesn't yet speak into it. This is still all giving her a headache. Two personalities are clashing. Guzzle came out with the rush of adrenaline and won, but now that it's wearing down, Gertrude's shifting back, which is starting to show now. Her hand lowers, slightly, and her eyes melt just a little, enough to show some slight worry.
Two things are for certain. What Brawlelsa does next will determine whether Gertrude or Guzzle wins out. And if they ever meet again, things will be very awkward between them.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 29, 2012 11:44:48 GMT -5
Elsa has a gun pointed at her head, her hands are bound, and she's lying on her back. She's basically helpless. The gun pointed at her is humming, though, which traditional guns that shoots bullets which would kill her generally do not do. Still, given the situation, the smart thing to do would be to surrender.
No-one ever accused Brawl of being smart.
The taller woman lashes out with a kick, attempting to knock the shorter one away as the foam around her torso shatters and she struggles to get to her feet.
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