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Post by Bee on Apr 17, 2008 22:02:48 GMT -5
 The shrieking and running and scarcely-evading-death part had started off innocently enough, of course. It usually did. She had made a few subtle romantic gestures at a handsome young man standing outside the flower shop--grabbing his ass, licking his ear, whispering dirty dirty things, the usual--and before she knew it, his boyfriend was flying out of nowhere, eyes wide with evil, screaming something about rapists and whores and pain and death. Helena had courageously stood her ground for almost three whole seconds before, in no particular order, whimpering, wailing, and running away as fast as she possibly could down the streets of Capital City. Jealous Boyfriend was tailing her, shrieking in indignant rage, and Helena was too terrified to tell him to chill, man, she could share. She was used to a lot of things in romance, but hysterical fury was not really one of them. |
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Post by Greenie on Apr 17, 2008 22:27:45 GMT -5
 Saethre was innocently eating her ice cream cone, happily away from various small children, siblings, big hairy bats and annoying mothers, when all the sudden there's a lady like BAM and she's screaming about not being a rapist and there's this guy that's following her vehemently denying it.. .. well, who wouldn't shove the ice cream down her throat and run after them, intensely curious? Saethre did, though she nearly choked on the cone before it went down and she was able to breathe again. Too bad her powers were limited to speed and had nothing to do with breathing.. She ran down the street after them, uncaring that she had no idea who the chaser and chasee were--she heard sex, there was screaming.. she was interested. "Hey! Hey, now, no need to go killing anyone," She shouted ahead of her, hoping someone would actually hear. |
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Post by Bee on Apr 17, 2008 22:47:11 GMT -5
Jealous Boyfriend rounded on the newcomer. He was a stag, a big one, a fast one, and he was confident that he could take down two young women. He snarled at the girl.
"Ooooh-HO," he growled, and his antlers waved about threateningly and his hooves tried their damnedst to dig through the street. "So are you Rapo here's accomplice? Wanted to get my Danny into a dark alley and have your filthy way with him? I oughtta rip your tail off and shove it down your throat."
Helena had stopped shrieking and running, watching the scene with a combination of relief and fear--relief that she was no longer the only target of rage, and fear that the girl was going to get killed. Jealous Boyfriend would stamp her flat. She was nearly tempted to just start running again and let the girl get hoofed to death. But no. Not today. Today was a day for bravery.
"Come on!" she yelled at the girl. "Run away!
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Post by Greenie on Apr 17, 2008 23:03:05 GMT -5
Saethre merely blinked, taking in all in stride. So this raping was happening to someone with a boyfriend.. clearly not a smart move on rapists's part, but hey, Sae could roll with it.
"Rapo? Accomplice? Eh? Who's raping who now?" She said curiously, as if she didn't understand. "Hey, hey. Watch the tail buster. No touchy." The otter whirled around, her tail curled protectively around her. Nobody touched the tail without Sae's permission, and she didn't appreciate threats to have it ripped off and shoved down her throat. (Likey they could get it down, pofft, she had teeth)
Then Sae remembered that there was other people here. Hey, look, it was rapist girl! "Come on! Shut up and let me fight!" She scowled a bit, and shooed the girl off. "You are utterly and delightfully useless, but I want to kick some ass now that I had my daily ice cream fix."
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Post by Bee on Apr 17, 2008 23:22:07 GMT -5
The girl was awfully keen to fight. But then, Helena could totally empathize with impulse control issues, so if the little otter girl wanted to take out a stag who was poised to rip Helena to itty bitty pieces, she was more than willing to let her. Helena herself was not particularly useful in combat--her most impressive fighting technique had consisted of flailing her arms wildly and yelling "MY FACE OH GODS STOP HITTING MY FACE!" It was not very effective. Though later, neighbors had said she screamed like a champion. Helena had powerful lungs, if nothing else.
"Be my guest," she invited, maintaining a very safe distance. She was still very, very prepared to run away. It seemed unfair that all of this had come down on her and she hadn't even gotten to have sex with anyone first.
Especially since the stag did not seem to appreciate the challenge. He snarled even more, lowered his horns, and began to charge the girl.
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Post by Greenie on Apr 18, 2008 20:19:16 GMT -5
"Sweet!" Was Saethre's immediate reply. A fight! She hadn't gotten to slap the crap out of anyone in a while. Seth tended to only take her looking for fights when he was swear-to-the-suits-drunk (and granted that happened often enough!) but she tended to be babysitting those nights, and hence didn't get to come. Taking small children to bars wasn't generally a suggested idea.
Saethre lowered her front end and wiggled her bottom playfully, then jumped and neatly dodged his charge. The nice thing about stags: they had very limited running abilities--straight lines.
"Hey you, rapist," She called out to Helena, "Do you have anything that might be useful to me?" Generally Sae didn't fight alone--Seth was at least with her, even if he was trying to let her do it herself. (He tended to forget she was supposed to do it alone, but no matter.) Hopefully the silly green girl would have something.. vaguely useful? Prolly not.
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Post by Bee on Apr 18, 2008 22:33:36 GMT -5
She really didn't feel like she had anything useful to bring to the table, actually. She could try to have sex with him or something, she supposed, as that was usually how she attempted to defuse bad situations, but she had a faint inkling that in this instance her advances were likely to be met with a kick to the face.
Well...she did have claws. And...Hair. She had an awful lot of Hair. It didn't randomly attack people when she was angry like Mom's did, but she could tell it to choke people, and it would obey. And the stag didn't have hands with which to rip it out. If she could get on the stag's back...
She screwed up her courage and leapt forward. If she could put the stag in a chokehold, then the little otter could probably use her clearly formidable skills to finish him off, right? Right.
She landed on top of him, and set the Hair to work.
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Post by Greenie on Apr 19, 2008 14:06:29 GMT -5
Saethre watched in total bemusement as the rapist-girl tackled him and.. started choking him with her hair? Well, THAT was new. "Dude!" She said under her breath in amazement. "THAT IS AWESOME!" Quite a bit louder.
It took her a few minutes to stop laughing hysterically, but thankfully the stag was busy being attacked by wild pieces of hair. (Omg! Hair!) Once she recovered, she activated her super-Spades-speed and went flying into him from the side, then circled around him for a few minutes to let the rest of it wear off--the downside of being super fast was that you had to keep being super fast for a little while.
She wound down a minute, then bounced over to where he was sitting on the ground and stared at him and Helena. "Is he done whining yet?"
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Post by Bee on Apr 19, 2008 15:10:06 GMT -5
The wheezing, beaten stag likely did not have enough will or air in his lungs to whine. Helena poked him curiously. He groaned. She could not feel sorry for him; that would teach him to freak out and scream rape when she had only been trying to get a date from his boyfriend.
"I think he's down for the count," she said, cheerfully. She had actually won a fight! With a lot of help! But it was still a win, and that was all that mattered. She got to her feet, ready to congratulate the otter--damn, she would need to get a name--on her awesome moves and wicked speed, when she saw it. The stag was lying atop something. A tiny little paw stuck out from under his, and she thought she could see a little face with beady little eyes.
"You bastard!" she yelled. "You're squishing it!"
The stag looked at her blankly. Helena shoved at him, trying to get him to move.
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Post by Greenie on Apr 19, 2008 15:26:49 GMT -5
"Good." Saethre responded triumphantly, and lightly wrapped a webbed paw around one of his antlers, curious to see if it would move or break off if she pulled at it hard enough. Did antlers technically qualify as limbs? She almost asked, but rapist girl decided to start squealing and cursing and shouting something about squishing.
Sae liked squishy things. Perhaps this stag would share what he had squished?
Then again perhaps not, since rapist lady was shoving at him. Maybe rapist would share.
"Yeah!" Sae chimed in certainly, despite not knowing what he'd squished. "Get off, baffoonface!" She slapped at his face, since it was remarkably near the antlers she'd been playing with, and began poking him rather uselessly.
Hey, everyone had their moments of complete and utter not-worthfulness, right? "Off off off! Or.. I'll jump on you! Webbing hurts, you know!"
Well, she really had no idea, but her brothers protested it often enough that it sounded like a good threat to her.
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