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Post by Pyro on May 10, 2006 21:44:41 GMT -5
I have got to get to this bar sometime...
He grinned. "Sounds like my kind of place."
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Post by Analyse on May 10, 2006 21:48:35 GMT -5
She laughed softly before stepping back into the dressing room again, this time not even bothering to pull the curtain back when she changed back to her regular clothes.
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Post by Pyro on May 10, 2006 21:50:49 GMT -5
He turned away out of politeness. He wasn't sure if she was in a hurry or coming onto him.
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Post by Analyse on May 10, 2006 21:53:53 GMT -5
She laughed and pulled the tank top back on, gathering the two dresses she'd decided on. "Come'on," she caught his wrist and started to pull him towards the place to pay.
However, she stopped about halfway there, staring out the window. "Could y'take care o'dese?" she asked softly, handing him the dresses and a large wad of cash that should cover the price three times over. "I'll be outside, t'ought I saw somet'in'."
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Post by Pyro on May 10, 2006 21:55:20 GMT -5
"Sure," he said, walking to the register and watching her out of the corner of his eye.
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Post by Analyse on May 10, 2006 21:59:59 GMT -5
She smiled slightly, kissing his cheek before all but running out the door.
"Alphonse?" she called, praying that it hadn't been the rock-like assassain she'd seen.
"Bella, ma belle," a voice called back from an alley as an arm snaked around her waist and pulled her in. "Y'know, leavin' us off in de hands in some li'l Chicago kid... not exactly de best move..."
Fire and blood burst from one palm and she held the plasma in the assassain's face. "Y're not t'question me. I killed m'pere for dis position, y't'ink y'stand a chance against moi?"
"I'm here t'find out, Miss Bourdeaux," he threw her up against a brick wall, avoiding a globe of plasma launched as his face.
"Careful dere, cher... I sometimes hit below de belt..."
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Post by Pyro on May 10, 2006 22:06:09 GMT -5
"Hold these for me, please," he said, handing the dresses to the woman behind the register. He'd seen someone drag Bella into an alley, and darted outside, following them into the alley. He lit a match and sent a fireball soaring at Bella's attacker, narrowly missing his head. "Leave her alone."
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Post by Analyse on May 10, 2006 22:12:57 GMT -5
"Ah, so y'got y'rself anot'er boyfriend up here. Dat why y'never come home 'nd visit no more?" Alphonse leered, pressing Belladonna closer to the wall.
"Non, I'm just sick o'y'r ugly face," growling, she plunged her hand into his mouth, letting plasma play at her fingertips. "Eit'er y'let go o'me know, or I barbeque y' from de inside out."
There seemed to be a moment of hesistation, and then the mutant let go of his leader and stepped back. Almost in the same breath, though, he'd backhanded her, sending her flying to the ground spitting out teeth and blood.
Cursing in French, Belladonna stayed on the ground, doing an invintory of her limited weapons. A couple of small knifes that wouldn't dent Alphonse's rocky hide, a pistol that that might do minimual damage, and of course her lovely plasma balls. That only worked when she could concentrate, which required not choking on her own teeth.
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Post by Pyro on May 10, 2006 22:16:47 GMT -5
He threw another fireball at her attacker, this time hitting him square in the face and turning up the heat. The bricks in the buildings and the cement beneath her attacker began to crack from the heat. St. John moved closer, making the fire spread to her attacker's clothing as well. "You miserable sack of shit," he hissed.
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Post by Analyse on May 10, 2006 22:25:09 GMT -5
Alphonse seemed to be scared. Not particuarly because he was afraid of the fire at that point, though he probably should have been, but his skin was almost literally rock. He hadn't been hurt since he was tweleve. In fact, he was more afraid of turning his back to Belladonna to deal with the distraction.
The few minutes he was distracted gave Belladonna enough time to get her act together. Grabbing a knife from her boot, she let plasma play over it as she stood. It wouldn't do much, but it would get one very clear message across: nobody messed with the Guildmaster. Period.
Trying to ignore the flames and the heat, all to aware that she was not impervious, she caught Alphonse by the hair and threw him up against a brick wall. Grinning somewhat sadistically, she plunged the knife into his throat, knowing she'd barely scratched at the thick hide.
"Y're goin't' be m'messanger boy, Alphonse," she hissed, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "And de message is: 'm not as weak as m'pere. Anyone who crosses me will find their heads on de livin' room wall. Right above de fireplace. Do we have an understandin'?" As she talked, the knife sliced through his body, stopping just above his belly button. It left a deep, bloody gash, but nothing that wouldn't heal. Eventually.
"Oui."
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Post by Pyro on May 10, 2006 22:33:01 GMT -5
He saw the open wound on the man and grinned, making the flames file into it. Burning him from the inside out would be the perfect punishment for beating up a woman.
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Post by Analyse on May 10, 2006 22:35:10 GMT -5
Belladonna sat on a dumpster and watched, wipping the blood off her face with one hand and looking for the bruise balm Tante had always made her carry.
"Dat's enough, St. John," she muttered after a while. "He still needs t'tell his friends what happens when dey cross their Guildmaster, non?"
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Post by Pyro on May 10, 2006 22:47:22 GMT -5
He let the flames burn for a second more before putting them out. He put his arm around Bella protectively. "If I ever catch you near her again, I won't listen to her when she tells me to spare you," he said.
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Post by Analyse on May 10, 2006 22:49:06 GMT -5
Belladonna rolled her eyes slightly, fingering the new holes in her smile. At dis rate, 'm gonna have more false teeth den Tante.
"I'm fine," she informed him. "Worse t'ings have happend t'me. Believe it or not."
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Post by Pyro on May 10, 2006 22:56:44 GMT -5
"You sure you don't want me to kill this little shit?" he asked, handing her a kleenex.
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Post by Analyse on May 10, 2006 22:58:14 GMT -5
There was a moment where she seriously considered it, accepting the kleenex. "Non. If I went 'round killin' every batard who tried t'beat me t'a pulp, I wouldn' have much o'a job left."
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Post by Pyro on May 10, 2006 23:01:06 GMT -5
"If you insist," he said. He glanced back at the man. "But the offer still stands, in case you change your mind."
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Post by Analyse on May 11, 2006 7:33:29 GMT -5
She shook her head slightly. "It ain't even dat bad. Forget 'bout it."
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Post by Pyro on May 12, 2006 9:45:09 GMT -5
The man was still there, his concrete-like skin covered with scortch-marks. "Beat it," hissed St. John.
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Post by Analyse on May 12, 2006 14:46:30 GMT -5
Alphonse nodded slightly, standing and trying to hold the gash closed. Bowing slightly to Belladonna, he all but ran out of the alley.
"Nice t'see their loyal 'gain," Bellaonna spat on the ground.
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Post by Pyro on May 17, 2006 11:38:35 GMT -5
He watched the man run away. "Yeah, nice."
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Post by Analyse on May 17, 2006 11:48:03 GMT -5
She nodded slightly, pushing hair out of her face.
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Post by Pyro on May 24, 2006 16:41:12 GMT -5
"You going to be all right?" he asked.
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Post by Analyse on May 24, 2006 18:39:20 GMT -5
She shrugged slightly. "Y'worryin' to'much. I have had much, much worse."
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