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Cordelia Chase takes crap from no one. (thisismyofframp) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-10-13 23:12:00

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#complete, cordelia chase, daryl dixon

WHO: Cordelia Chase and Daryl Dixon
WHAT: A random meeting between two of the most opinionated captives in Colligo. ~~Be afraid. Be very afraid.~~
WHEN: Early evening
WHERE: A random street.
RATING: TBD [probably high due to violence and language]
STATUS: In Progress

Although Cordelia hadn't seen Angelus very much since the first time she'd spotted him in the city a few days earlier, her thoughts hadn't been focused on much else. The soulless version of her Champion weighed heavily on her mind; worry that he was going to show up at any moment to torture then kill her was just about all she could really focus on. And the fact that he was still out there somewhere, roaming the streets and harming innocent people, was just about all she could bear most of the time. However, there were times when her attention did shift to something else. When Spike had mentioned Buffy arriving and giving him such a hard time was one instance. And when she'd had a vision shortly after dinner that evening was another.

Normally, Angel was the one that Cordelia turned to when the PTB decided to send a vision her way. However he wasn't an option at the moment and Spike, who was her second choice even if she'd yet to inform him of as much, wasn't all that capable of doing his part at the moment either. Which meant it was left solely up to her. Fortunately, the vision involved a demon she already knew how to defeat, one that was easily dispatched by both her sword and her crossbow. As the brunette favored her crossbow over her sword, not to mention it was much easier to travel with as it was compact enough to fit into a satchel slung over one shoulder, that was her weapon of choice as she made her way to the location she'd seen a few hours earlier in her mind's eye.

Of course, responses to visions rarely followed the same sort of definitive playbook that the vision itself tended to go by, and more often than not something always wound up going ridiculously wrong at precisely the worst possibly time. This one was no exception as what have should have been nothing more than a simply arrow to the demon's heart turned into the demon having three others just like him who were hiding in the shadows as the one pictured in her vision lured some unsuspecting local to their certain demise. That, in turn, ended in Cordelia being grabbed by the throat, lifted a good foot or so in the air, and tossed out of the alley as though she weighed absolutely nothing.

Normally, being thrown that far would have certainly knocked the wind out of her and possibly rendered her unconscious. However this time she managed to crash into someone who was unfortunate enough to be passing by the entrance to the alley at precisely that moment, which caused both of them to fall to the ground in a mess of limbs and grunts of mild pain. Scrambling quickly to her feet, she barely paid the person she'd landed on more than a cursory glance, offering a quick apology, before she was snatching up her crossbow and stalking back into the alley as though she was doing some sort of rendition of Xena: Warrior Princess. Taking aim, she quickly hit one demon in the heart with an arrow before smoothly loading her crossbow and turning to face one of the two that was remaining.

"You know," she said calmly as she caught the thing in her sights and prepared to pull the trigger, "I have seen some seriously ugly beings in my day. But I'm pretty sure that you guys? Definitely take the cake."

Any thoughts of the person she'd landed on a moment before, or anyone else who might be around to witness what was taking place, was quickly forgotten in lieu of dealing with the current threat that was eying her as though she'd make a very good substitute for the human meal she'd just let get away.

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thisismyofframp
2011-10-15 01:17 am UTC (link)

Oblivious to the audience she now had, Cordelia wasted no time in firing her crossbow and hitting the next demon directly in the heart. He collapsed with a thud, a gurgling sound filling the air for a few seconds before he finally fell silent. However, before Cordelia could pull her next bolt and re-arm her weapon, the final demon emitted a high-pitched shriek that threatened to rupture the Seer's eardrums. Then the demon was charging at her, little more than a veritable blur in the dim light provided in the alley.

"Oh crap," Cordelia muttered, taking a few steps back to try and sidestep the creature. It was too fast, though, and razor-sharp claws narrowly missed her midsection. That was close. Too close, really. Without thinking, and with the creature too close to properly shoot without risking missing the heart entirely, Cordelia did the next best thing she could think to do.

Snatching up a metal lid from a trashcan, she whacked the thing as hard as she could upside the head. It stumbled sideways and she spun on her heel, loading her crossbow and taking aim in one swift movement. For a split second she worried she missed as the demon stumbled forward, claws still reaching for her. Fortunately though, luck was on her side and it finally fell at her feet, gurgling as the one before it had before slumping, lifeless, onto the ground.

Cordelia exhaled slowly as she cast a quick glance around to make sure the demons were all dead. Once certain the immediate threat was finished, she went about the tedious task of taking back her arrows and sliding them into the pouch slung over her shoulder, the crossbow following suit. It wasn't until she was finished, as she was turning to go, that she realized she wasn't as alone as she'd thought she was. Instantly she froze in place, eyes widening ever so slightly before recognition flashed across her face. It was the guy from the network. The one who had called her ugly, of all things.

Fighting the ridiculous urge to shoot him with her crossbow and claim a jumpy trigger finger later, she sighed heavily. "Sorry," she said absently as she pulled her hair up in a ponytail and fastened the strap that was covering her bag. "For the whole crashing into you thing. I would have made sure you were okay but, you know, demon attack." What? The guy may have been a rude jerk and a half during their conversation before but that didn't mean he deserved to be dragged into the middle of a demon brawl.

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little_dixon
2011-10-18 04:15 pm UTC (link)

Damn he wanted a crossbow like that.. Maybe not exactly like that as the stinker was too tiny for words.. Almost made him miss his own weapon of choice. Weren't fair, not getting to take anything from back home, though he did have the keys to his truck in his room.. That was something, at least.

The chick, who now that she had stepped under a streetlamp looked familiar, if the little pictures next to her messages a few days ago were any indication. She hadn't been the nicest, but then again he hadn't given her any reason to be nice, what with calling her ugly (which was amazingly one of his default retorts when it came to arguing with a woman.)

Watching her dispatch whatever the hell that thing was, he waited as she turned back around to face him and take the high road... Just like a woman to do that. "Weren't no big deal." He replied indifferently after a moment or so of silence. "'Least you took a chunk out of that sumbitch." He nodded over at the creature's body on the alley floor. "Nice crossbow, by the way. Used to have one myself but it got wise an' stayed back in Atlanta."

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thisismyofframp
2011-10-25 04:02 am UTC (link)

As the guy responded, Cordelia realized several things at once. The first was that he clearly was every bit as redneck as he had seemed over the network. The second was that he definitely was someone who was used to dealing with high stress situations. And the third was that he, as much as she would not admit such a thing even under threat of torture and death, was not as bad looking as she had automatically considered him to be. Of course, if she'd bothered to look at the small picture in his post - really look, that is - she would have realized the last one without having to meet him face to face. However Cordelia had been annoyed at the time, with that annoyance starting to give way to anger quickly, so she hadn't really looked. She'd simply read what he'd typed, responded, then put the entire conversation as far from her mind as she could manage.

Now, though, she was meeting the guy in the flesh and he didn't seem nearly as rude or hostile as he'd seemed over the PDA. That said something. Especially to a woman who was all but known amongst her group of friends as the one who spoke her mind, no matter what, whether in person, over the phone, or possibly even via smoke signals. Whatever the media being used, Cordelia didn't mince words, that much was a given. And although this guy was a little less hostile in person, she had to give him credit for not having backed down from her over the network. Not many could make the same claim, really.

Glancing toward one of the demons when he commented on her having hit her target, she gave a slight shrug. "Yeah, well, the heart is one of the first places I learned to hit," she admitted as she looked back to him. "I mean, most of the things I deal with back home, a heart shot tends to be the best way to drop them. It's not always permanent, of course, but it'll at least slow them down."

She thought for a second about his admission about his own crossbow. Truth be told, Cordelia was struggling with exactly how to handle the situation she was faced with. On one hand, she didn't know the guy, at all. She also wasn't sure if she liked him or could trust him. On the other, however, Colligo had a bad habit of going crazy from time to time and she didn't like the thought of him wandering around without a weapon he was familiar using.

"So, my name is Cordelia," she introduced herself firstly, still weighing the pros and cons of her decision. "I can't really remember if I introduced myself when we met the other day over the network, so now you know." Another pause, and a quick glance to make sure the demons were well and truly dead, and she finally looked back to him with her mind made up.

"And if you want a crossbow, I can get you one. I know a guy that runs a shop a few blocks from here. He owes me a favor." She paused and snorted softly. "Well," she admitted, "he actually owes me his life. So I'm pretty sure he'd be willing to hand over a crossbow and some ammo without a problem." Frankly, she wouldn't be surprised if he turned her down. Some guys had issue accepting help from a female. Others had problems allowing someone to simply help them out when they were in a bind. She hoped, for his sake, that he wasn't one of those types though.

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little_dixon
2011-10-28 05:54 pm UTC (link)

Having people dealing with living fears had been almost like home. He hadn't seen any walkers lumbering around like complete morons, so it wasn't exactly like home, but it was something.. And yet, as he checked the network and all that crap the majority continued to not question or care about being here, just to accept being dragged away by some sumbitch.

Maybe in due time he'd turn into an uncaring sack of meat, too.

Cordelia. The name seemed to fit the woman who stood tall and proud like she wasn't afraid of anyone and everyone should be either trembling at her feet or kissing them. "Daryl." He replied almost too easily, without all the reasons why and the small talk, which had never been his thing.

If you want a crossbow, I can get you one. I know a guy that runs a shop a few blocks from here. He owes me a favor

"Must be some big favor for him to give a crossbow over to some guy he never met before. Even without the bolts." He replied, watching her evenly. Alas, he had no problem whatsoever accepting help in the form of a weapon.

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thisismyofframp
2011-10-29 01:51 am UTC (link)

Okay. Clearly the guy wasn't one who talked a lot. Of course, Cordelia was used to that sort of thing. It wasn't like Angel was exactly known for his conversation skills. Or Wes, or even Gunn, for that matter. In fact, now that she thought about it, the guys she hung around back home really were the strong, silent types. Of course, Fred talked enough for all of them combined and then some and Cordelia freely admitted that she, personally, was more than capable of spouting off at the mouth a lot too.

Which really was beside the point right now. Right now, the topic wasn't how much or little Daryl spoke but rather whether or not he was interested in the crossbow she was offering. He hadn't said no, so that was a good sign, but he hadn't really said yes either. Stifling a frustrated sigh at having to all but demand an answer from the guy, Cordelia worked in biting back her snappish response that would have probably summed up in one nice little sarcastic comment both his inability to speak very much as well as his unwillingness to accept a free weapon, and instead focused on trying to not be quite as petty, vindictive, and downright snarky as she was typically capable of acting.

"I saved his life," she said. "Twice, actually. From a couple of vampires that were trying to make a midnight snack out of him, then from a truck that almost ran him over when he was trying to get away from the vamps." There wasn't any bravado to her words and she certainly wasn't trying to impress. Her tone made it clear she was simply stating a fact. Truth be told, it hadn't been one of her better nights. Yes, she'd saved the guy's life, but the woman she'd had a vision about had wound up dead because she'd been so busy saving the guy's life. A fact that only proved to Cordelia, yet again, that she really needed the Powers That Be to tell her who her Champion was supposed to be in Colligo so she could delegate these responsibilities out properly.

"Anyway," she added after a second, more than wanting to get away from the dead demons that littered the alley, "do you want a crossbow or not? Because if so, I'm heading there now. You're welcome to come with." And if he turned her down, well, as far as she was concerned, that was his loss. At least she'd tried.

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little_dixon
2011-11-06 04:06 am UTC (link)

Getting back into the swing of a 'normal' society that wasn't overrun by zombies and gone to hell, was difficult for him. He had never had a normal life.. No loving parents, a brother whose own self-preservation trumped the desire to take care of his baby brother. The three B's of Rock Mills: Backwoods, bean dip and buckshot.

Going from the zombie apocalypse to a town where your main prerogative wasn't running around trying to save your own ass, was hard.. He had no idea how hard it was for the other inhabitants, many of which he assumed had had rough lives as well.

So when he heard the word 'vampire' come out of the woman's mouth he didn't bat an eye. Sure there were vampires around, hell if there were zombies around, vampires definitely weren't very far behind in the equation.

'Do you want a crossbow or not?'

"Yeah, sure." He'd have to be more of an idiot than everyone thought he was to pass up the opportunity for a free crossbow. What with monsters running loose and this place about ready to explode every other day.

Didn't mean he wouldn't bug her later about the catch of getting a free crossbow.

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