Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-04 14:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaz membrane, kitty pryde (shadowcat) |
You know, three years ago these things would have been scary.
who: Kitty and Gaz
What: Demon hunting Date Night
When: Near the end of the hellmouth plot
Where: Somewhere near disneyland
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Kitty screeched to a stop in front of Gaz’s, and threw open her truck door. In a perfect imitation of an Austrian accent, she called out, “Come with me if you want to live!”
Gaz blinked as she opened the door to her apartment, wearing a short skirt with bike shorts underneath, her steel-toed stompy boots, and a paint spattered tank top. “Shouldn’t you be in a hellicopter?”
“I’m pulling a Cameron, but the ahnold accent is funnier.” She gestured at Gaz. “Come on, we have demons to squash!”
“Oh, right.” Gaz chuckled and hopped in, leaning forward to kiss Kitty gently. “Let’s fuck shit up.”
For a moment, Kitty just wanted to make out with Gaz. The more she relaxed, and the more time she had between now and the past, the easier it was to move forward. “The most activity is near Disneyland.”
“That makes... so much sense,” Gaz said. She hadn’t brought her battleaxe with her, figuring that she’d just use whatever was around. No sense lugging something that might be useless.
“I know right? Probably some kind of hellmouth.” She kicked the truck into gear. “There’s supplies in the back. I made some stakes. A crossbow. My katanas are under the seat. Grab whatever you want.”
“I think I’m gonna challenge myself, go improvised. I wanna see if I can punch through people.” Gaz made a fist, cracking her knuckles experimentally.
Kitty glanced at her friend, then deadpanned, “There are towels under the seat too. I figured you’d gib someone.”
Gaz beamed. “You get me. It’s so fucking awesome.” She reached out to squeeze Kitty’s hand, leaning against her as much as she could while they were driving.
Laughing, Kitty nudged her shoulder against Gaz’s. “I’d like to avoid needing to steam clean this thing.” She turned her head to kiss the side of Gaz’s face. “Okay, I’m going to park here and we’ll start our patrol near these warehouses. Warehouses always invite trouble.”
“If worst comes to worst, I’ll beat up an actor and steal their costume.” Gaz giggled, imagining herself in a fluffy Cinderella dress, still beating up bad guys.
“That’s something I’d pay to see. The costume, not the beating up an actor.” Kitty slipped out of the truck. She pulled her swords out, then fixed a mask over her face. She had on black leather pants and a top that left her shoulders and back exposed. It was a bit of a cross between some of her dream costumes. On her left arm she had the spring loaded claws. “Oh hey, did I tell you about something the dreams gave me while you were gone?”
Kitty held up her right arm and popped an adamantium claw out of her fist.
“Wait, you got claws? How’d you get claws? I want claws.” Gaz sounded like a sulky child denied ice cream.
“I had an alternate universe dream. That me passed through Logan and took a claw with her.” Kitty’s grin was feral enough to put Logan to shame. “Have a low level healing factor now too.”
“That’s awesome,” Gaz beamed. “I wonder if I could find someone to splice my DNA with his. Or if we had a kid. That’d be a fucked up kid.” Gaz blinked, suddenly glad Logan hadn’t knocked her up. Kitty probably wouldn’t be so keen to date if she’d had Wolvie-sprog.
Kitty’s lips thinned out and she gave Gaz a dry look. “That would be a fucked up kid and she’d have like 80 siblings.”
Gaz wrinkled her nose. “Well, good thing I don’t want to have kids come out of me.” She smiled and shrugged. “I just want bone claws.”
“Barring some really weird OC fuckery, you aren’t going to have kids with me,” Kitty assured her. Then realized what that sounded like. She sheathed her claw, blushing. “You know. If we were...doing things.” Right. “Okay lets kill some vampires.” She pulled a duffel bag out of the bed of the truck and tossed some stakes to Gaz.
“What, we’re not gonna? I mean, if you turn into a dude, we’re having sex.” Gaz caught the stakes and stuck them into the belt loops on her skirt. Then she grinned as she saw a demon and started to run after it.
Making out was fine and all, but Kitty would prefer sex-as-women first. Not that she’d at all turn down if either of them got swapped around. She shook her head and chased after Gaz. “Lucky for you one of my turn ons is danger.”
“We can have sex after this,” Gaz called back over her shoulder. She launched herself at the demon, twisting her body as she jumped so both of her feet kicked it in the head.
“But where’s the romance?” Kitty teased, and threw a stake, catching a vampire in the chest and turning it into dust. She drew a katana as she circled a demon. While she usually liked to tease their friends about their sex-lives, when it came back to bite her in the ass it always left her blushing.
“We can put on something fancy!” Gaz ripped off the arms of another demon, beating him to death with them. “Like, romantic music or something? Classical? Schubert’s good for sex?” Yeah, romance wasn’t Gaz’s strong suit.
Kitty laughed so hard she nearly got punched in the face. “I’ve got some really fancy knickers, if you’d like that sort of thing.”
“If you want to wear them, I won’t stop you! I do too.” Gaz was smiling stupidly at Kitty when a vampire tried to bite her. It took a long sip before coughing and spitting it out. “Hey, she’s a de-” Gaz replied to the vampire by punching hard into his chest. She was going to rip out someone’s heart today, damnitall.
“You have fancy…” Kitty shook out of it and lept over Gaz, kicking another vampire in the face, then pivoting on his nose to knee a nearby demon. “You okay?”
“Oh, fine. I think he was gonna barf on me, then I wouldn’t have been.” The wound already healed, and Gaz shrugged. “Logan decapitated me once and it stung? But that’s about it.”
Kitty scowled, but said nothing. Being friends with (and attracted to) people who healed meant she just had to deal with that sort of thing. “I don’t think my factor is that good.”
“Don’t test it.” Gaz grumbled as she got headbutted by a demon, but ignored it. It was kinda cute how they thought they were scary.
“I’ve done some testing. Mostly just brawls and street fights.” Kitty twisted her torso, dodging one attack. It felt like they were moving so slow. They weren’t all that scary. She’d faced scarier. Terrifying things. “You know, three years ago these things would have been scary.”
“Yeah, probably.” Gaz didn’t mind being hit; the sting reminded her that she was alive, in control of her destiny. “But they’re not anymore.”
“I’m trying not to imagine what would actually scare us.” Kitty phased through a demon, then spun around and kicked it in the head. She looked around, feeling a little disappointed. “That it? Must have been a pack.”
“We could go into Disneyland, see if there’s like, a demon Mickey or something.” Gaz shuddered.
“Demon Mickey Mouse. Great.” Kitty flicked her sword clean, then sheathed it. “Lead on, McDuff.”
“Mcwhat?” Gaz looked at Kitty and blinked. “Is he an X-Person too?”
“Shakespeare reference,” Kitty said, giving out a dejected sigh. She affected a faux British accent. “I’m surrounded by uncultured swine.”
“Doesn’t he die?” Gaz blinked. “MacDuff was the one who was defeated by Macbeth, right?” Gaz took things a little bit more literally than most.
“I was..it was...nevermind.” Kitty put her arm around Gaz and kissed her cheek. “How about we just say you’re Shepard.”
“The lady with the aliens?” Gaz smiled, wrapping her arms around Kitty’s waist. “I can hang.”
Kitty grinned at her, then bumped their hips. Today was a good day.