| Mismatched |
[16 Jun 2009|04:47pm] |
Bethany had a habit of going as deep into enemy territory as she could get away with, confident in her own abilities and quick thinking to keep her alive. They were one Inquisitor down, this she knew, but she was not as fragile as the rest of them, given the super strength and the super healing that came as part and parcel of her being a Slayer, the only Slayer in her world, but not in this world apparently.
She'd not really gone looking for her doppelganger, but it had sort of fallen into her lap when she'd happened across a business establishment in which women removed their clothing for money. It was a mind-boggling concept and she'd certainly caused something of a scene when she'd dragged a half-naked girl off the stage, only to be confronted by a man who called himself Ralphael and seemed to think she was her other self.
Bethany had allowed him to think of her that way, brushing off a few questions about her appearance and lack of scarring on her face, meaning she was able to gleam information about her other self's habits, which apparently included seeing on a regular basis a man of demonic nature.
How very... repulsive.
( The Disgusting Man With Whom Bethany Sleeps )
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( Text to Bethany )
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