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Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat) (kitty_has_claws) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2014-07-18 08:04:00

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:mingle, anya jenkins, artemis crock, bonnie bennett, data, ianto jones, jack harkness, kitty pryde (aoa), kitty pryde (evolution), piper halliwell, sam winchester, spike, tieria erde, tyki mikk

Day 280 [Spike Resouling Mingle / open*]
[It seems peaceful enough on surface. Just another average evening in the dome. Get some new inmates, have lunch, put a vampire's soul back.

Tonight is the night. They'll either come together as the team she wants them to be or this will fall apart. She gave out the final assignments yesterday. Now, it's a matter of having a little faith that they'll all do their part, and this spell will work.

She can feel the weight of the stake on her belt. It's not that the wood is heavy, but what it represents is—a choice she'll have to make to whether or not to take someone else's choices away.]

(OOC: *Open in that there are areas for different people like those mentioned by name in this OOC organizational post are welcome to tag into the appropriate stage below. Unnamed force members are also welcome to encounter Spike early on or be stationed at the Headquarters. Non-DF players are welcome to tag into the Library thread as uninformed library goers who will be turned away.

Not a DF member, hate the library, and didn't get in on the ground floor, but you have an idea now? Please discuss it on the OOC post!

Stages: Encountering Spike | Headquarters | Library | Final Showdown)

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kitty_has_claws
2014-07-26 08:08 pm UTC (link)

[It had to be the gut, didn't it? She feels the wind go out of her. No reply yet. The flash of pain is too bright and bold, but she uses it. Feeds on it. Not her first time, but it has been a long, long time and she can feel how rusty she is in a battle like this. She shouldn't already be in this kind of shape. Pathetic really. But one good turns deserves another, right? She sends her next punch to his unbound wound.]

Does he really mean more to you than me?

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noahism
2014-07-26 09:06 pm UTC (link)

[He grunts, because like it or not, that hurts. But there's a fraction of a second as he hunches forward with a wheeze that he looks at her with confusion. But then it's gone, replaced with a hardened look and his wide dark grin.]

Are you trying to appeal to my heart, Kitty? [A scoff, his hand loosened from her hair and falling to his side.] Because I really thought you understood.

The more I like something the more I want to kill it. [What a wicked laugh.] Do you really want a higher rank?

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	kitty_has_claws 2014-07-26 09:09 pm UTC (link)
	[Part of her does understand that. It's when they get close that he does something like this to push her away again. Like clockwork really.] You know what? Maybe you should work on that. [Twisting her body to send a kick, aiming for the wound again. Trying to direct her own pain—physical and not so physical into it.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-07-26 09:16 pm UTC (link)
	[This time he tries to catch her foot with both hands, grinning at her with a rather amused laugh. He'll attempt to twist it with her own momentum, to knock her off balance.] Maybe I like it this way. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	kitty_has_claws 2014-07-26 09:27 pm UTC (link)
	[Her leg does get grabbed, but as long as long as his hands are busy... She comes in to deliver blows to his face, shoving her whole self forward in an attempt for them both to fall, her on top. She did always like it on top if he'll recall.] Yeah? Because I saw a lonely man building himself a lonely house. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

noahism
2014-07-26 09:35 pm UTC (link)

[He goes down with his hands grabbing for her, one to her waist and the other to her throat. Not unlike how he used to like it too, though he grins up at her with a blood tinged smile and a lip that trails blood down his chin.]

And I see a lonely woman playing house. You think that's much better? To pretend this will last? [He bucks his hips to try and dislodge her to the side, fingers clenching at her throat.]

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kitty_has_claws
2014-07-26 09:43 pm UTC (link)

Lonely? [She digs her knee in against his side.] I think you're looking at the wrong woman. [She dodges the neck attempt at first and throws another fist toward his face, aiming to hit with the heel of her palm as taught.

But the rest of it? The lasting? Hard to argue that. She wants things this place can't give her. She wants that future. The one she never believed she could have. The one she never really let herself want before.]

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	noahism 2014-07-26 11:59 pm UTC (link)
	[He tilts away but still gets a heft slam of her palm to his jaw, enough so that he presses his fingers right into the cut of her stomach. You don't always need phasing to threaten to get inside somebody.] Oh, yeah? I see what I see, a woman trying to play house. Normality, where there isn't any. Won't ever be. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	kitty_has_claws 2014-07-27 12:04 am UTC (link)
	[She makes a strangled sound even without the strangling as his fingers sink into her. Punching attempts must stop. Her hand moves to his holding tightly to prevent it from going any further.] Not... Not playing! [Nails sinking into his skin where claws aren't.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

noahism
2014-07-27 12:11 am UTC (link)

[He just laughs.] You're dead, you get the luxury of enjoying this.

I bet you want him to stay, are you doing everything you can to get him out of here Kitty? Or are you content to stay the way it is because you have him. And you like to pretend that's enough? [Words seep through his clenched teeth like tar, as gritty and disgustingly evil as he can make them. He wants her to hurt. He wants to savor her pain in every and every form.]

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kitty_has_claws
2014-07-27 12:23 am UTC (link)

[Her breathing is a little ragged and her head is pounding even as the blood flows out of her. It's not the taunting about not doing what she can to get him out of here that bothers her. She is trying. Sure, certain vampires have taken center stage lately eating up resources, but she's trying. Trying for everyone who wants to go home and who doesn't want to come here for the first place. She has no guilt there. But pretending it's enough? That part hits something inside her. That part of her who wonders if she'd ever stack up against the other woman in a fair fight. The one where he'd really have to make the choice between her and prison or his life at home. The part that doesn't really believe she would.

But if she lets him see that aching it's only for a moment because then her eyes narrow, hardening.]

Spencer Reid is loved whether he's here or at home. Who's going to say that about Tyki Mikk?

[Snikt! Do you remember this sound?]

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noahism
2014-07-27 12:41 am UTC (link)

Loved by whom? [He doesn't know about other women in Reid's life, but his point still grasps in that direction. They're worlds apart, and he likes to dig at the point that that'll be what separates them in the end.

He knows that sound, a fraction of a second too late into his gloating- his eyes still flash dangerously mad, but pain also shudders through him. He reaches with his bloody hand to smear streaks down her cheek, reaching for what he can of her face.

Why? Why does it matter. He's laughing, it can't be good.]

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kitty_has_claws
2014-07-27 12:48 am UTC (link)

Me. [Who's question is she answering?

She feels dizzy, sick, tired. She can hear him laughing and it sounds distant to her, but he isn't struggling. Once the fingers fall from her cheek she manages another effort, retracting the claws which make a wet sound as they pull out of his body and then she pushes herself off onto the ground beside him.

She wants to close her eyes. Can't.]

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noahism
2014-07-27 01:02 am UTC (link)

[He should've phased. But he's a man of rules, oddly enough, and there are some things - some people you don't cheat around. It ruins the fun, spoils it, even when it ends up like this; his hand clutching his gut with a shift. She falls off of him and he looks at her, the taste of metal in his mouth as he pushes himself forward. He lets the tendrils of dark matter bind together around his gut, keeping the wound cut and contained so he can move.

He's surprised by how hard it is to get up. He hasn't let himself be stabbed in a long time, if you can call it that. He barely makes it to his feet, looking down at her before the library. He could push on, but he wouldn't get far. Not like this.]

Don't die, love. That would be too easy. [He shifts away, to drag himself to the hospital if only to ensure she gets punished. Icing on the cake or salt in the wound, in this case. Sorry Spike. He tried.]

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	kitty_has_claws 2014-07-27 01:11 am UTC (link)
	[You too. She thinks, but doesn't say. She tried to say it but the words wouldn't come. Her body is more concerned about conservation at this point. She still has thoughts though and thoughts count for something. At least they do tonight. Someone get me to the hospital.] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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