A Heated Altercation

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A Heated Altercation; [Closed RP with Ruris]
Tweet Topic Started: Jan 21 2014, 07:38 AM (305 Views)
-Hedj-	Jan 21 2014, 07:38 AM Post #1
Master Posts: 330 Group: Elite Member #58 Joined: May 15, 2009	The day had been fairly quiet and uneventful up until now, even for a place full of supes and mutants. There hadn't been any recent up-and-coming overlords, in fact things were suspiciously peaceful on that front. Sod's law of course decreed that something had to go down and they had to be in the middle of it. Quiet trip to the mall, she said. We'll just pick up lunch and some video games and maybe a new sweater or two, she said. Neither of them really anticipated a scuffle in the food court, this was pretty abnormal outside of maybe Black Friday... A chair hurtled across the seating area, followed by a furious declaration in an Irish accent: "I don't care if you were coppin' a feel or stealing my wallet, keep your damn hands to yourself!" The woman the shout came from was a tower of rippling and scarred muscle, and none too afraid to show it. It was hard to tell through her glare but both of her eyes were unnatural, though obviously cybernetic and not just prosthetic, given how focused her gaze was. Her hair was tied up at the top of her head in a tight neat bun, though a few strands of auburn hair escaped to wave about and frame her angular, defined face. She looked to be in her late 20s, and rather unremarkably human save those few points. The apparent aggressor had managed to dodge the chair, seeming every bit as slimy in appearance as he'd been accused. Almost too intentional, one might think. He was hook-nosed, beady-eyed, all the stereotypical traits of a shifty character, and he was obviously looking for an opening, having picked up a plastic fork someone was in the middle of using and not particularly caring about their protests. Most people had cleared off at this point... Most.
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-Ruris-	Jan 21 2014, 09:07 AM Post #2
Master Posts: 403 Group: Elite Member #69 Joined: November 11, 2009	A rather boring day today was. Window-shopping at the local mall isn't exactly the most exhilarating activity a teenage couple could do on a not-quite-date, and getting chicken from the Chinese place in the food court isn't exactly a romantic gesture either. It's not like this town had anything fancy going for it anyway. Just weird occurrences. The two sat down at a table. They both had stark-white skin and a couple of animal-like parts. The boy, scrawny and with disheveled red-haired, with equally red cat-like ears and tail. The girl, slightly athletic with long, pink hair, with pink fox ears and tail. "Well, this was boring," the boy sighed while opening his food tray. "Are you saying you don't enjoy my company?" the girl asked, pouting. "W-what? No! It's just that, uh..." "Relax, I was kidding. But yeah, you're right. This place is preeetty dull." "So, uh, what are we doing after--" He was interrupted by the loud crash of a chair being thrown across the food court. The two turned to look at the chair's landing point, then towards the source of it all. "What the crap!?" "What the f--" Again, the boy was interrupted, this time by a weird shady guy ripping the fork from his hand. "HEY! I was using that..." the boy angrily glared at the man, but he was already turned around and facing off with some scarred bodybuilder lady. "Oh, cool! Someone's about to get their ass kicked! Today just got ten times better!" the girl blurted out, with an oddly joyous grin on her face.



-Hedj-	Jan 21 2014, 09:25 AM Post #3
Master Posts: 330 Group: Elite Member #58 Joined: May 15, 2009	The fork had been flung right toward the towering Irishwoman's face, but met a splintering end in her grasped fist an inch away from impaling its three plastic prongs into the scar across her nose. Making a point to keep eye contact with her aggressor at all times she scraped the shards from her palm, though no mark had been made on her skin - whatever the hell made those scars must've been tough. They were terrible with food but those utensils had a habit of being excellent at maiming people. He'd backed himself into a corner, but it seemed he was scrambling for another tool, and there was the invisible shimmer of magic about him. She cursed in her head as it became more clear that she was not just dealing with the average creeper, and the matter became more immediate, but-- Something fiery caught her eye for a moment. Her head inclined ever so slightly one way - toward Ruris. She'd been reminded of something, or someone, perhaps. And it had brought a rather confident smirk to her face, as though she had realised something... "Hey, kid," she said quietly, addressing her question rather obviously to the red-head, "odd question but sort of important. Do you believe in magic?"
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-Ruris-	Jan 21 2014, 10:16 AM Post #4
Master Posts: 403 Group: Elite Member #69 Joined: November 11, 2009	The two teens glanced towards each other, confusedly, then back to the woman. "In a young girl's heart? How the music can free her whenever it starts?" "... Don't mind her. But yes, I believe in certain types of magic. Vancian, Esper, the Gathering... But not stage magic, that's dumb and fake." Ruris paused for a second, glancing around nervously, then gained a puzzled look on his face. "Wait, what? Magic? How is that relevant? That guy just threw a fork at you." "I get it! HE USED THE FORKS, LUKE! The Force is pretty much space-magic, right?" "Look, the point is, yes we do. I still don't see how it matters to anything."



-Hedj-	Jan 21 2014, 10:41 AM Post #5
Master Posts: 330 Group: Elite Member #58 Joined: May 15, 2009	There was an amused hum from the woman - the very tune the fox-girl had quoted, in fact. And the grin on her mauled lips grew wider. It became very clear as to why she asked when her gaze returned to the shifty man, who was quite literally clutching at straws at this point. One of her palms thrust forward, summoning forth a jet of flames that rushed at him, licking at his clothing just enough to take a taste and catch him alight before she clutched her hand shut. Once he was distracted with stopping, dropping and rolling - having seemingly entirely forgotten about his planned attack - she pulled him up into a headlock with one arm, and patted the clothing out with the other. The flames seemed to retreat at her touch back to her palm and disappear entirely. Upon realising his situation he struggled, to no avail. She didn't even seem to be trying but the weight around his neck was too heavy for him to resist. "Like I was going to kill you, you wimp," she taunted, the vice-grip on his neck being pulled tighter in an almost playful manner. He was released just as his face had started to go blue, but fell forward helpless: he'd been hog-tied with the very straws he'd grasped at, which had been melted together to look a lot more secure. "You're gonna sit tight while I decide what to do with you." Standing up from her kneeling position, she turned her head back to the teenagers, arms folding across her chest. "It was just a matter of whether I was going to put him to sleep or set him on fire." She feigned nonchalance with a shrug of the shoulders. "Fire's easier, but sleep spell's less obvious. Like adjusting the trajectory of a thrown fork ever so slightly to maximise impact damage and the deepness of the wound..." She reached behind her back, only to pull out another fork, handing it over. "Oh, you dropped this."
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-Ruris-	Jan 22 2014, 05:50 AM Post #6
Master Posts: 403 Group: Elite Member #69 Joined: November 11, 2009	The two stared in shocked silence at the sudden pyrotechnics show, becoming more uneasy when the woman locked the sketchy man in a stranglehold. The man looked like he was doing his damnedest to escape, but the woman seemed to not be putting any effort in at all. And it was working. The uneasiness turned to an odd combination of intrigue and fear as the woman tied the man up with soft drink straws. "...whoa..." Carrie tried to shout in amazement, but came out as a fearful whisper. Her jaw was dropped. The woman directed her attention back at them, but they didn't quite understand what she was talking about. A mixture of taking in what had just happened preventing them from accurately hearing what she was saying, and the fact that they didn't know what she meant by any of it anyway. The two jumped as the woman produced the plastic fork again, snapping them back to normal. Ruris nervously grabbed the fork from the woman's hand. "Th...Thank you?"



-Hedj-	Jan 22 2014, 07:37 AM Post #7
Master Posts: 330 Group: Elite Member #58 Joined: May 15, 2009	She just about managed a nervous laugh as she looked back to the hog-tied man, and then to them. The nervous reaction from them seemed to surprise her, as though she were expecting them to be used to this. Overestimation of what kind of world she'd stepped into... "... he was trying to steal my wallet. Or grab my arse." It was an unprompted explanation but nevertheless she could feel the tension she'd caused, and notably backed off somewhat, arms relaxing to her sides. She was trying her best to offer a friendly smile but, well. Friendly demeanor was not her strong point nowadays. Scratching at the back of her neck with one hand seemed to ease her up a little. "You two aren't hurt or anything?"
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-Ruris-	Jan 23 2014, 12:25 AM Post #8
Master Posts: 403 Group: Elite Member #69 Joined: November 11, 2009	"...I-I'm fine..." Carrie uttered, shakily. She was leaning over the table, her head in her hands. "I don't think I'm hurt..." Ruris felt over his body, making sure he hadn't spontaneously caught fire or something. "Ruri, I think we should take our food and leave..." She slowly stood up, grabbing onto Ruris's arm and trying to pull him out of the chair and onto his feet. Ruris stood up as well, brushing his shirt down. "Why? I mean, yeah. Magic. But--" "Mall security has probably been called by now... And these two had an admittedly one-sided magical duel over a pickpocketing." she looked around to see if anyone at all was approaching. "I know we agreed this place is boring, but I don't want to be questioned by security, or deal with any more potentially magical people." She turned to the woman, "Sorry, miss... Um..."



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