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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 26, 2012 18:42:22 GMT -5
"Hah!" Wednesday yells, even as he flinches away from the flash of light. "Take that, helmet! I have defeated my mightiest foe!"
Blinking at afterimages, he stares down at Valerie's cracked visor. She doesn't look dead, only kind of stunned - just as planned! He's a costumed vigilante, not a murderer after all.
He contemplates Valerie's face. Then his fist. Then Valerie. And proceeds to attempt to pop her one square on the nose.
OOC: Posing of Val with permission!
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 26, 2012 18:58:44 GMT -5
Valerie was happy being utterly immobile for a while just... soaking in the blissful, blissful pain as blood from the cuts drip into her left eye. She would have been happy to float there forever but then Wednesday’s punch brings her somewhat back to reality.
Her head snaps to the side, the remnants of the helmet falling with a dusty ‘clunk’ and rolling away. There was a moment of complete stillness after that.
And then Valerie surges forward, bringing her fist up in a proper uppercut. “Why does everything you do turn me on?” she groans.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 26, 2012 19:05:10 GMT -5
Valerie's punch knocks Wednesday clear off her and leaves him sprawled on the ground with an aching jaw and the taste of blood in his mouth.
Head ringing, he still manages to quip back, "I already told you! It's 'cause you're some kind of crazy!" Then he groans and rubs his jaw, and mumbles, "I didn't need all those teeth anyway..."
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 26, 2012 19:13:50 GMT -5
“I know that,” Valerie slurrs and collapses back on the ground for a moment, rubbing her hand- and her blood- over her face.
“I’d be happy to have your teeth,” she proposes as she rolls onto her front and pushes drunkenly off of the wet tarmac, staggering onto her feet. “Your face too. In fact, your whole head would be nice. Mount it on the wall next to the boss’ stupid gun collection. Or somethin’.”
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 26, 2012 19:20:36 GMT -5
"I am not giving you my face," Wedneday says, wobbling to his own feet and putting up his bruised little fists. He's got a lot of bruises by now, actually, most of them already starting to show. He bruises really, really easily. "I need that to be handsome."
He spits a mouthful of blood on the ground. "...You can have that if you want, though. I ain't using it anymore."
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 26, 2012 19:34:17 GMT -5
“Yeah, cos you’re lookin’ real handsome right about now,” she snorts ignoring Wednesday in favor of carefully picking a shard of glass out of her face. That was probably going to scar too, damn.
A low, heavy rumble signals the approach of something big rolling through a nearby alleyway and Valerie looks away from her bloodied fingertips to track it. A moment later, the bright headlights of a heavy, armored SUV lights up the utterly wrecked parking lot and she squints against the light.
Huh, backup was here.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 26, 2012 19:57:05 GMT -5
"I'm always handsome, sugar-monkey!"
Wednesday looks startled at the SUV pulls up, squinting against the glare of the headlights. "Oh, uh, friends of yours?"
Wasn't he supposed to be stop criminal activity or something, not just duking it out with some metahuman helicopter pilot? ...Whoops.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 29, 2012 13:21:26 GMT -5
“You can say that,” Valerie shrugs, waving at the people in the SUV. One of them sticks his head out of the car, pointing his gun out at Wednesday. Another SUV drives by in the background, speeding away with the stolen goods no doubt.
After a moment, she turns and tone amused, “Better start running. I think the goon ordered a few meta back-ups too.” She’s allowed to be smug. She’d just distracted the idiot hero from interfering with their operation.
… Not that it was really that hard, but still.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 30, 2012 20:13:27 GMT -5
"Aw, carpsicles-" Everyone loves frozen fish on a stick! Wednesday backs a few steps away from Valerie while keeping an eye on the gunman. "I'll get you next time, Gadge- no wait, that should be your line..."
"...BOOM!" With that, Wednesday fishes a home-made smoke bomb out of one of his belt pouches and dashes it on the ground. It goes up in a bright flare of light and billows of multi-coloured smoke, and he makes a mad (and somewhat painful) dash and dive into the nearby trees... which are thankfully only a little on fire.
He is going to look terrible tomorrow, but at least everyone will probably believe him if he says he got into an extreme rollerblading accident or something. Being a known daredevil has its uses!
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jun 3, 2012 16:04:21 GMT -5
“Hey, if you wanna be Dr. Claw with pyrotechnics, we always got some room in our ranks,” Valerie laughs, jerking her thumb back at the SUV. Of course, Wednesday goes ahead and chooses the moment to ninja it and haul butt. Probably the first relatively smart thing he’d done all evening, but Valerie still sighs in disappointment as the goon with the gun opens fire, several others ducking out of the car to chase after Wednesday.
“Well, maybe I like him better as an enemy anyways,” she murmurs to herself, surveying the destroyed bait store and the park going up in fire.
OOC: Thread wrap?
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