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circumspector) wrote in
redshiftlogs2020-01-27 04:57 pm
open | the more you see the more you know
Who: Angel + closed starters
What: A catch-all
When: mumbles incoherently gesturng at calender
Where: a place
[ Closed starters in the comments, if you'd like open prompts for Angel to tag, there are these here on the event. ]
What: A catch-all
When: mumbles incoherently gesturng at calender
Where: a place
[ Closed starters in the comments, if you'd like open prompts for Angel to tag, there are these here on the event. ]

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Then she let's them drift open with the same smile. "Exactly you, I'm fairly sure. I tend not to forget people's scent and heart."
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"I'd definitely remember you if I'd met you before. Maybe there's just a universe out there where there's an exact copy of me or something." Which is freaky, kind of? But at least he wouldn't be the only short Spider-Man.
"Well, did uh, other me tell you anything about himself?"
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"What kind of pet? What'd you guys end up naming it?"
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She rattles it off like normal, but given it was to her, with what she had already said about life as she knew it - it probably wasn't that much of a surprise given what she had told him already.
"But like, made really cute and small, when I got it. So we called it Murderball."
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"That is awesome though, and I kind of love it. I would have absolutely done the same thing. Like, I named my pet cat after a city that was destroyed by a nuclear reactor accident, because he glows in the dark."
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And probably about to be horrified, but it's fiiiine.
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Oh wow. Good lord those sure are some names. Wow bandits. "I think out of all of those, Smash-Head is my favorite. Very descriptive."
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She nods, "that's bandits for you. They're literal. Very literal. So when you meet a clan called Flesh Ripper.... you know what you're signing up for."
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Although now he's picturing these bandit guys naming baseball teams and such, and it's kind of the best thing ever.
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"The Eviscerators. Not insane enough? What's a thing that's terrible to eviscerate?Bunnies. The Bunny Eviscerators? It's not really ironic, though..." He'll get there eventually.
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"Skin Eviserators. It suits the skin pizza parties." her head tilts, watching him. "If you really interested, I can show you Pandora through the virtual reality room if you like."
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Maybe they can wrassle after. Or before. Either way.
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"In a little, but I definitely need to see if you can take one of my kicks first."
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Does she mean right here, right now? He doesn't care, he squares up and prepares to get the shit kicked out of him.
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Her teeth shut, swallowing.
But he seemed sure.
"How about the corridor, my roommates will kill me if I break their stuff."
They really wouldn't, she suspects they'd just shake her head. But more the simple calculation of math said that there would be less things from him to break bones on when he went flying.
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Peter will scoot his butt back out into the corridor and wait right outside for Angel.
"Speaking of breaking things, if you do manage to break my ribs or anything, I'll be fine in like a day or two. I heal really fast." Just sayin'. She'd looked a little concerned for a moment, so he just wants to make sure."You don't even have to kick me as hard as you can, if you don't wanna. I just want a taste of it, y'know?"
Did that sound weird? That probably sounded weird.
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She moves oddly, so far as it's not human legs and that is to be expected. But there is the absence of her directed thought to her limbs, her tailing flicking, disturbing fur as it swishes and curls around her ankles. The clip of cloven hooves on the hard floors. How she has to hold her head that little bit higher, that little bit prouder, for the length and weight of her horns. Beast and girl.
"Sure thing. Likewise. A decent hunt tends to be enough for me to deal with most things that happen to me."
Unless it was whiskey being poured into her eyes. That was just a dick move.
"But if you're as dense as you think you are, I'm worried about my strength into a heavy object hitting say, a window. Or a balcony floor..." a moment where she seems to be doing calculations. Mass times acceleration, after all, had... certain results. "And the one below it."
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"If we do break anything, I can probably fix it. Just in case though, better make sure there's nothing around that you can kick me into."
Assuming she'll be able to dislodge him from the floor. He is one hundred percent planning on taking advantage of his sticky power. Either way, he positions himself so his back is to the edge of the balcony. If she whacks him real good, he'll just go over the edge. Even if he can't manage to catch himself with his webs, the fall to the bottom level won't be enough to kill him.
"Okay, this should be good."
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So she does her best to take him seriously. It's not hard. She doesn't assume on the base of height, weight, age. Everything about Pandora stripped someone of the notions of what made strength, what made ability. The strong didn't mean the biggest.
Angel headed for the other end of the corridor. Lowering her body down. Learned a few things from Jacob, how to hold herself as when she turns, to begin to run, long strides that far outstrip any human being.
That when she jumps, she hurls herself, not to flight, but in the weight of something heavy and terrifying being thrown that she lands. Throwing her leg in a kick that lands centre of mass of his chest.
And hits with the weight of a building coming down.
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