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Avenge?
After THIS
Character(s): Valerie and Larxene
Content: Face off
Setting: H3, near Cafe Ersesat
Time: Late Night
Warnings: verbal/physical encounters
It had taken awhile to convince Misha and Danny to let her go, but they’d let her finally. She had only to keep a rather close eye on her journal entries to know that Dan wasn’t the only one looking to start a fight. She’d already been wondering about this girl since her first entry, and now she was almost certain she had something to do with Timon’s “run-in.”
The heat didn’t escape this place, and that was fine when you traveled on a jet sled. Valerie had the run in with Dan, and she’d only had a little time to prepare. Well now there was all the time she needed. All the weapons were functional and working fine. The costume was equipped on her person, and she was at H3, precisely where she said she’d be. Valerie had a wandering mind, an inquisitive one at that. You get handed a map, you study it until its second sight. That thinking made high school bearable, and did the similar to preparing for battle.
After all, this wasn’t Dan. This was the girl she’d see make flippant self-deprecating comments on other people’s journals. It had been her misfortune that she didn’t take to insults that involved other people. No one could say the thing that woman said without having an ego the size of Mount Rushmore. So there was no underestimating the enemy here, no believing that she could overcome the odds. Now was the time to fight, down and dirty, blood for blood. What was more, she wanted answers. Larxene knew about the Organization or whatever it was. Knew, and wasn’t telling. If Valerie got injured, she’d at least want to know she did something in furthering why the hell she was here in the first place.
So Valerie stood beside a (fake) tree and waited.,
Character(s): Valerie and Larxene
Content: Face off
Setting: H3, near Cafe Ersesat
Time: Late Night
Warnings: verbal/physical encounters
It had taken awhile to convince Misha and Danny to let her go, but they’d let her finally. She had only to keep a rather close eye on her journal entries to know that Dan wasn’t the only one looking to start a fight. She’d already been wondering about this girl since her first entry, and now she was almost certain she had something to do with Timon’s “run-in.”
The heat didn’t escape this place, and that was fine when you traveled on a jet sled. Valerie had the run in with Dan, and she’d only had a little time to prepare. Well now there was all the time she needed. All the weapons were functional and working fine. The costume was equipped on her person, and she was at H3, precisely where she said she’d be. Valerie had a wandering mind, an inquisitive one at that. You get handed a map, you study it until its second sight. That thinking made high school bearable, and did the similar to preparing for battle.
After all, this wasn’t Dan. This was the girl she’d see make flippant self-deprecating comments on other people’s journals. It had been her misfortune that she didn’t take to insults that involved other people. No one could say the thing that woman said without having an ego the size of Mount Rushmore. So there was no underestimating the enemy here, no believing that she could overcome the odds. Now was the time to fight, down and dirty, blood for blood. What was more, she wanted answers. Larxene knew about the Organization or whatever it was. Knew, and wasn’t telling. If Valerie got injured, she’d at least want to know she did something in furthering why the hell she was here in the first place.
So Valerie stood beside a (fake) tree and waited.,
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"Got you." Her grin as wide as ever, Larxene watched as the electricity that was surging around her arms was now focused in her open palms. Extending them towards the girl, the gathered charge was fired. Crackling through the air, the electricity quickly made it's way to it’s target.
Valerie really had no idea what she gotten herself into, did she? And this was just the tip of the iceberg for her...
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Light exploded around her and she felt herself lifted high in the air from the impact at first, then back to the ground a second later. Pain dulled her head and rocked all over her body, and even hitting the ground her body still twitched. She grunted, and for a moment, just a moment, she wanted to stay down. What was she even doing here? She was supposed to be helping Danny, and now Misha, not acting like the stupid vigilante she made the mistake of portraying every time she hunted ghosts! But now it was all so pointless and here she was about to be beaten by someone that had nothing to do with why she was here. If she was killed now, would Danny even care? Would anyone?
GET UP.
The command came, swift and hard, and while she knew it was her voice somewhere inside her, it boomed, sounding dark somehow. Valerie stirred, and reared her legs back and leaped to her feet. The helmet was off now, and she looked at Larxene, regarding her now.
Do NOT acquiesce to defeat now. You fight for him, and you will find out what you need to know.
Valerie could feel something trailing behind her, and she didn't want to look. It was the thing darkness still chasing her from her dream, even in Dan's dream. It always scared her, and it always seemed familiar. Right now though, it wasn't scaring her as much as dying was, and she turned to Larxene, and spit blood from her mouth.
"Let's get this over with."