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Post by Nako on Jun 18, 2009 22:57:54 GMT -5
"Hm... Ow." He sucked in a breath through his teeth in sympathy. Breaking bones were never fun. "I've snapped these fingers enough times to know that broken bones are no walk in the park. I can only imagine that it was quite encumbering. I take it recovery is going well?"
Should she even be talking now? He hated to think that he was forcing her into being chatty when she should be healing.. and studying.
"Early next week, actually. One of my professors had been ill for a few days and put us behind schedule. All the same to me; gives me more time to study.. How... are your studies coming along? I'd imagine your injury set you back. Do you feel prepared for the finals you'll need to take?" And it actually sounded as if the mixed breed was genuinely worried for her. Perhaps he'd be able to show her some not taking and study techniques that had been working for him. "Then again, I'd imagine the report is what you are worried about currently. I'm likely distracting you from it... my apologies."
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Post by Bee on Jun 23, 2009 1:39:57 GMT -5
Things had gone in a very confusing direction with astonishing swiftness and Phaedra needed a moment to process the new deluge of information. One, this woman was speaking moderately intelligently (even calling Esterberry citizens "denizens," hmph!), which was a clean break from her previous crass dialect; two, she had introduced a theory of prejudice against Corvies and wishes to combat it, which put several (million) gears in Phaedra's brain working almost against her will; and three, she really was making quite the concentrated effort to get into Phaedra's non-existent pants.
She also insinuated that she was going to wreak havoc on the library. This Would Not Do. Oh no, not at all. It was Phaedra's responsibility to stop this madness, no matter what the cost.
Phaedra wiggled around so she was facing this self-proclaimed reckless woman. She really was quite...reckless. Reckless girls who actually spoke well when they wanted to (apparently) and had wrench-shaped markings on their faces. Phaedra issued a small groan and squashed an inconvenient feeling she didn't have time to deal with at the moment. This was Business.
"And what," she said, voice low (because this was a library; not because she was at all affected by the wrench wench), "would calm you down?"
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Post by Satra on Jun 25, 2009 22:42:26 GMT -5
[HEEEEE Wrench wench! XDD ILU BEE ]
It worked.
Holy shit.
It WORKED.
Well, so far, anyway. She was at least hearing her out. Shift loosened her hold to let the other woman turn around. Oh, she was so cute.
"Well," she started, lowering her voice as well and nuzzling Phaedra on the side of her face so that as she continued to speak, her breath would tickle her little pointy ear, "I don't know if you'd want what's got me all riled up. You've only mentioned having a boyfriend..." Gloves were removed from roving, grabbing hands. Nothing beat feeling with human skin. She tightened the hold on Phaedra again, not allowing her any chance to escape. She liked the feeling of fur underneath her, against her face as she rubbed her cheek and nose against the side of Phaedra’s face. Didn’t even have permission for anything and she was already taking these steps to invade her space.
"You have no idea how frustrating it is to be me sometimes," she sighed with false self pity.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 8, 2009 18:26:42 GMT -5
Petunia took a long look at his fingers. They really did look like trouble waiting to happen, even if they did look pretty cool aesthetically. She tilted her head and shrugged. "It's going along fantastic. I just got the wire removed and I should be as good as new if I take it easy."
And she didn't intend to do anything stupid like getting lost in the shady part of Capital City.
"They're coming. I won't know how well I'm doing until I sit down at the test or have to give the presentation. It did put me back in all of my oral exams... so it's going to be pretty nerve racking to deal with ever one staring at me when they just want to leave. Oh well though." Petunia didn't care at this point. She gave him another shrug. "Don't feel bad for bothering me. It's good to take a break."
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Post by Bee on Jul 12, 2009 2:15:54 GMT -5
What Shift really didn't understand was how frustrating it was to want to continue nuzzling someone and violently assault them with a bookend at the same time. Getting gently molested in a room of a library ranked among the Top Fantasy Sex Experiences, coming in only slightly lower than "Frenzied Celebratory Coupling After Discovering Long-Lost Magical Artifact" and slightly above "Frenzied Celebratory Coupling in Get-Away Carriage After Vandalizing Royal Signage to Correct Apostrophe Abuse."
On the other hand, the molester, while attractive (Plato damn it all to a bibliophobic hell) and...dangerous...(damn it all twice), was a public menace with personal space issues.
Well, it was her responsibility to deal with menace, she had decided, and the menace was providing her with an easy out.
And really, library security was dreadfully inefficient. No one misbehaved in an Esterberry library under fear of being shunned. Phaedra could certainly handle the situation better....
This was for the Greater Good. Phaedra twitched her glasses back up her nose.
"I have been known to make allowances."
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Post by Satra on Jul 24, 2009 11:43:18 GMT -5
Shift grinned. She liked getting what she wanted.
"This will only take a moment," she promised, suppressing a cackle. In an incredible display of effort, Shift did little more than unzip and go at it.*
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Almost immediately after she was finished, Shift put everything back away and grabbed the sugar glider by the scruff of her neck and threw her out. She was about to shut the door behind her when she added: "Sorry, gotta git t'work. Time's limited. That was great, by the way." Then shut the door. Treating what's-her-face that roughly might get her thrown out... eh, that's fine. Plenty of fish in the sea, libraries in Esterberry. She examined the room. Apparently there were books in here, too. It seemed odd that there would be books in a "private" room that were not really available to the public. Esterberrians seemed too OCD to not put a book back exactly where they found it. She made an exasperated noise and rolled her eyes. They were all self-help books on the best techniques to study. There were VOLUMES of them. Well, she knew what she'd do with these.
[*...For the record, I am officially creeped out by this character.]
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Post by Bee on Jul 30, 2009 18:17:46 GMT -5
If rage were capable of making a Card explode, Phaedra, in that moment, would've expanded like a hate-filled balloon and popped. Her pride was wounded by getting dumped out on her arse after perfectly lovely sex, of course, but worse than the blow to her ego--it was large and largely impenetrable; it would survive to inflate again--ever so much worse than the door slamming in her face was the sound.
That ripping, tearing, horrible sound that rent her soul like no rejection ever could. Her heart broke a little. That woman...that wretched bad evil wicked (good in bed) woman was destroying books.
Phaedra could picture those books, those beautiful tomes of knowledge, in her head, and she decided that if they were going to be murdered, their corpses would serve a glorious purpose. She bent the paper to her will.
Strong Magical Ability: When activated, she can move or shift paper, up to 30 lbs of the stuff, into variously shaped spiky protrusions. These are not enough to cut through more than half an inch of skin, but they will attempt to create as many "paper cuts" as they can in the thirty seconds they have before they automatically un-summon themselves. Unlike most Clubs, this ability can only be used once per month.
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Post by Satra on Jul 30, 2009 18:49:45 GMT -5
Shift never thought that the other woman would stay outside the door. She never thought that maybe her actions deemed her as untrustworthy. She never thought the sound could be heard through the door.
She never thought what's-her-face had the one ability that would make her plan backfire on her.
She had her pile of books. Some were opened with the pages crumpled. Some waited in a pile on the floor. And some had their pages torn from them, crumpled and placed on top.
Just as she was crumpling the last piece of paper, it sprung out of her hands and nicked her across the cheek with a sharpness she didn't think it had. Then the other loose bits of paper followed suit. She cursed very loudly and activated her Spade ability and sprinted around the room. She tried to avoid the paper, but it kept up with her. After the third cut across the chest she zipped up her jacket, popped the collar, and put her goggles on. She let loose a string of curse words as she wrestled a piece of paper that had got into her jacket as she closed it. The paper just kept up with her, which meant switching to another form to fly would only provide the paper with more skin to cut. What in the hell WAS this?! Was there some form of spell on the books?
After the spell wore off Shift kept her head and face covered for a bit longer, swiping at where the paper was, trying to fight it. She looked up, wide eyed at the paper that had fallen from the air to the ground and breathing heavily in surprise and exertion from hitting at the paper.
Those sons of bitches. How dare...
She gathered up the paper and put it back on the Self Help pyre. Then she got out her lighter. The original plan was to just look for some books that interested her and just take them and leave. Then while approaching the library, the brilliant idea of burning it to the ground amused her. She considered it.
Now it all could go straight to Hell. She didn't even want to steal anything at this point.
A short, sharp metallic noise sounded from the lighter as she clicked it on. The paper glowed then blackened and wrinkled as she lit the kindling pile on multiple sides. The myriad of half inch deep cuts stung her face as her expression twisted into one of hatred.
Basic Magical Ability: She can run up to 40mph in sprints and 30mph for up to an hour in extended runs.
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Post by Bee on Sept 9, 2009 0:54:48 GMT -5
Phaedra wasn't sure how the woman could get up enough speed in such a small space to apparently avoid papery death, but that wasn't as much a concern as why the bleeding levels of hell she was--there was a click, she smelled something burning--lighting a fire in a closed room with no windows. That she had locked herself in.
Phaedra was quite nearly worried for her well-being before she remembered that this was a horrid woman who could rot in a spiky pit for all she cared. She just needed to either get in there and put that fire out before it got even remotely dangerous (holy mother of Dante, burnt pages haunted her nightmares; even dog-eared pages induced a shudder), or call for help. Or both. She could manage that.
She stood firmly on the marble floor and opened the communication lines to every Club she could think of. Fire, she told them. Get the equipment. Get the Spades. Call the Police; our arsonist is a madwoman.
"Shift, open the door," she called loudly, stepping away from the door. She didn't want to be in the way when the proper authorities got here. "Smoke inhalation will kill you much sooner than fire! Be reasonable!"
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Post by Satra on Sept 10, 2009 0:19:27 GMT -5
She threw the book covers and a chair on the pile in her anger before realizing her eyes were beginning to sting from the smoke. She'd been around fire and burning plenty of times. She was a Corvie, after all. In her anger, she just forgot that she was not immune to the harm she currently wished to inflict upon others. She coughed a little and went to open the door. She wasn't aware that the other woman was still outside the door. She wanted to lash out in her anger. She wouldn't be around to see the effects of the fire, but she could cause someone within arm's reach immediate harm. That, and she was a very reliable witness. Three birds, one stone. She could give herself a better chance by getting away if she endangered someone else (more specifically than a fire endangering everyone would) not to mention potentially kill a witness. She opened the door glaring at Phaedra. Blood was starting to drip from the deep papercuts on her face and the parts of her chest and stomach that were exposed.
Without a word she aimed a boot at one of the woman's front paws, pinning it to the ground. She then reached down and picked her up. This plan temporarily backfired, however. If there was one thing she did not expect from an Esterberry, it was a fight. She snarled as sharp claws found exposed skin. The heavy leather absorbed the scratches that made contact with it, but pain induced rage nearly blinded her as the Sugarglider managed to twist herself around to get her claws to shred open further one of the paper cuts on her face. She recklessly threw the other woman through the door way with a yell of frustration. She reached into the room and slammed the door shut. She raised a boot to kick as hard as she could at the doorknob when there was a sudden pain in her backside. The FUCK?! It felt like someone was giving her a particularly vicious wedgie. She whirled around to find that it was a Heart that was several feet behind her using a pain ability. From the other direction a troop of Spades were rushing for the room. She shifted to her Animal form and flew for the door, activating her speed ability again.
She was hit by at least two more Heart pain abilities, not to mention the summoned Tove that had latched itself on her and was further clawing at her already abused face.... and the desk that slammed into her. Apparently one of the club could move wood. She fell to the ground with a loud THUD!, giving a sharp bark of pain as she landed on her shoulder.
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