(ง •̀_•́)ง (ember_celica) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-01 03:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, callisto, yang xiao long |
Who: Yang and Callisto
When: Late May
Where: A bar
What: Getting into a brawl for funsies
status: complete
Some days, Callisto couldn’t sit still, and today was one of those. So after her conversation with Yang and choosing a place to meet up, Callisto got herself ready. Black leather pants, sleeveless black shirt with a few fashionable tears in it and steel-toed boots completed her look. Her tattoos were on display as well. Leaping on her bike, she headed off to meet Yang.
Upon arrival, she strode around, taking in the surroundings, and she was more than ready to make some noise. She needed to knock some heads together to get some of her aggression out. And somehow, the diagonal scar on her face made her look a bit more intimidating.
Yang of course rocked the booty shorts and a top that she practically spilled out of. She had her huntress boots on, and of course she came armed with her dream weapon. The transforming gauntlets on each wrist that let her really kick ass.
She rolled up on her yellow bike and hopped off. And might have stared one second too long at Callisto’s ass. Black leather pants were Yang’s favorite thing. She looked up at the blonde and pretended she hadn’t been staring. “So where’s the action at?”
Callisto looked Yang up and down, thinking she had quite the interesting look. And not to mention she had an interesting taste in jewelry, if one could call the things on her wrists jewelry, of course. She smirked a bit. “Wherever we want it to be. Are you old enough for a bar, or should we head for a club?” If Callisto had to guess, Yang was probably a couple years younger than her, but it was better to ask. She didn’t have qualms about breaking laws, but she did at least make certain someone was old enough for a bar before going into one. She didn’t need Xena kicking her ass for that.
Yang had (literally) a Samson thing going on with her hair, too. It gave her quite the wild look. “I gotta fake ID if it comes to that. Needed one when I was looking for my mom, it was really useful so I kept making sure it was up to date and junk. So wherever the most fun can be found!”
Callisto’s eyebrows rose a bit, a smirk crossing her face. “I like you already,” she said. Hey, if Yang wasn’t against going into a bar and had fake ID, she wasn’t going to complain. Besides, with that rack Callisto doubted many people would be seriously grilling her on whether she was actually twenty-one or not. “I know a couple places that have a rougher crowd hanging out around them. We may be able to get away with staying outside a bar, but we’ll see who’s hanging around.”
She rubbed her hands together. She’d been in club brawls before and that was always hella fun. “As long as they’re douches and deserve, I’m fine with riling people up.” She mock punched the air, her eyes very briefly turning red, before returning to their natural purple.
Callisto began to lead the way to the first hangout. “It’s a biker bar, most of the people there probably belong in prison.” Technically, Callisto herself belonged in prison, but that was besides the point. “I’ve run with the rough crowd for several years now, I know what they look like.”
“Right. I kinda know creeps like that.” There was that one guy, who was totally going to go for the kiss on the girl half his age. He deserved the punch he got for falling for the bait. “Not it on the ensung property damage.”
“Any property damage won’t necessarily be our fault. Fights just have a way of growing and happening that go beyond the initial conflict.” Callisto said with a smirk. Besides, she’d only brought a knife that was concealed in her boot. Any property damage wouldn’t be coming from her.
“I like the way you think, lady.” Yang grinned broadly and punched her fist into her palm. Her gauntlets made a chu-chak sound. Sure, they weren’t real bullets, they were dust bullets which, while lethal to Grimm, were less likely to kill a human. But then, the humans in her dreams tended to have natural shielding with their Aura.
“Then we should get along just fine!” Callisto said with a grin. She wasn’t the most sane person in the world. A good way to describe her was that Callisto was chaotic. She liked chaos and wreaking havoc wherever she went. And she liked it even more when she had someone to cause it with. Spotting the first hangout, Callisto eyed a few rough and tough looking guys hanging around on their bikes. They certainly looked like they were trouble. “Well now, I think we found some guys looking for trouble.”
“Hey boys!” Yang called out, the sway of her hips emphasized by her gait as she stuck her chest out. She suddenly seemed years older than she was. She knew where the men would look, and she knew she could turn them on their heads over it. Easy!
The way Yang started to get their attention was certainly commendable. A smirk crossed her face as she went along with her. She wasn’t as well endowed as her new friend, but she could still work with what she’d been given by genetics.
“Would you look at what we have here, boys?” One of them said. Another whistled at them. Of course, most of the attention went to Yang and her very ample bosom.
“Like what you see?” Yang asked. “Bet you wanna touch huh? Bet you’re fondle of them right?” Because it was always fun time for pun time. She held her arms out to the side, almost invitingly.
“Oh look, she’s a clever one!” The first guy said as the group moved towards the two women. “You lookin’ for some fun? We can give ya some fun.”
“I think we’re in the market for some fun,” Callisto responded. The only downside for the guys was that the idea of fun that Callisto and Yang had in mind wasn’t the kind of fun the guys had in mind.
They weren’t even that cute. But then Yang tended to really like only a certain kind of guy and that was the unobtainable kind. She leaned in. “Pucker up?”
Callisto didn’t find them attractive either. But then, she wasn’t all that attracted to people. At least not without having known them for a while, and even then it was still a rarity for her.
“Don’t mind if I do,” the guy said, puckering up and leaning in. Little did he know he was totally falling for the Trojan Horse ploy.
Yang’s fist shot out so quickly it was a blur. The man was knocked off his feet, landing on his back several yards away. She fell into a battle stance and gestured with her fingers as if to say ‘who’s next?’
That certainly did it. While the guy that had been punched was in a heap and very slow to work his way to his feet, his buddies were quick to come to his defense. Two went for Yang, throwing punches at her. The other two went for Callisto.
“Here piggy, piggy, piggy!” Callisto taunted with a grin that wasn’t completely sane. They launched an attack at Callisto and she countered one, grabbing his arm and twisting it, then driving her knee into his stomach. She twisted away from the blow the second one tried to land, and she landed her own punch to his face.
Yang parried the first punch, and let the second land. She barely felt it. What she did feel was her semblance flare to life. Oh. Oh this was going to be good. She grabbed the first guy and slammed her head into his, then kicked out with her foot at the second guy, before shooting her gauntlets at the floor to propel herself into the air. She spun and in the instant before her blow connected with him, she winked.
It didn’t take long for the brawl to grow beyond the initial numbers. The first guy that Yang had knocked down was finally getting up. Other people came in, not really knowing who had started what, but punches were being thrown.
Callisto let some punches connect with her, they wouldn’t leave any marks. Perks of being immortal there. She used fists and kicks, headbutts and elbows and knees to do her talking. They kept coming at her and Yang, or so it seemed. Perhaps it was more just people mixing into the fray and trying to get a shot in on someone.
It had erupted into a full scale brawl, and Yang cackled as she jumped onto someone from behind and punched him in the kidney. And while technically they’d started it, she also wasn’t trying to hurt anyone too much.
At least until someone grabbed her hair. She saw red, her eyes went red, and she kneed him in the balls before throwing him bodily through the window.
You didn’t touch Yang’s hair.
Callisto missed the eyes going red, but she did see the guy go through the window out of the corner of her eye. She grinned and loved it. She took a punch to the jaw as she was temporarily distracted by that. She growled and returned the punch a little too enthusiastically. The guy stumbled backwards, holding his jaw.
She could hear the yells and call to arms from inside after the guy had gone through the window. Reinforcements were on their way.
“More are on their way!” She called to Yang, though she thought Yang might already be aware of that. Either way, Callisto was loving this. She dodged a thrust with a knife. Best that she didn’t get stabbed and people realized she didn’t actually bleed.
“Think we should bail or punch a few more people for good measure,” Yang asked, one guy under each of her arms as she dragged them around.
“Punch a few more for good measure!” Callisto replied. She then promptly got in a few good punches. She took a couple as well, but they did far less damage than hers had done.
“Yes ma’am!” Yang dropped her current handful and jumped back into the fray. She was graceful, but the kind of grace a kickboxer or brawler had. Raw power, flashy, but not ballerina flashy. Bruce Lee flashy.
It had grown into quite the brawl, and Callisto was loving every moment of it. Though after throwing some more punches and kicking a guy off of her and subsequently pushing him into the path of another of the brawlers, she felt they should hightail it out of there before they got caught. Because the police just might be getting involved sooner rather than later at this rate.
“Alright, let’s book it!” Callisto said, extricating herself from the fray.
Breaking free of a beefy looking dude, Yang ran after Callisto, brushing her hair down with her hands but grinning like a loon. “I haven’t gotten into fights since high school.” Which, okay, wasn’t that far in the past for her, but that wasn’t the point.
She dashed and zagged for a couple blocks, just to give them ample distance from the brawl. That way they wouldn’t get roped into the consequences of it. Callisto grinned a bit. “Well then, it’s about time you had a good one.”
“Way better than a fight behind the school,” Yang commented. She punched her palm again and bounced on her heels. “A good fight really makes you feel alive!” And after the thing with Mercury it felt so good to just… get it all out like that. She felt like a person again.
“It really does. I always find it invigorating.” A good fight was one of the few things that made Callisto feel truly alive. It got her firing on all cylinders. And she felt much better, far less stir crazy than she had earlier.
“What, you do this often?” She smiled at the other blonde, lifting her arms over her head and stretching until it felt like her back had popped. She felt invigorated too. That was the word for it. Invigorated and alive.
“Probably more than I should. But what can I say, I’ve got a taste for it and I have anger issues that need to be worked out with a fist.” Callisto said with a shrug of one shoulder. It was times like these that reminded her she was alive, for better or for worse.
“Tempers can get you in trouble,” Yang replied. Boy, did she understand that. No wonder hardly anyone had believed her at first. “If you aim it at the wrong person.”
“And no one’s temper gets them into more trouble than mine,” Callisto said with a grin. She’d caused Xena quite a few headaches over the years. But she’d always avoided getting arrested. Which was the main point, really. Don’t get caught.
“Yeah, you’re proud of yourself.” She grinned, like that wasn’t actually a bad thing to be proud of getting in trouble. Yang could have ended up a hooligan. It wouldn’t have been hard, with her penchant for adventure and her temper.
“Damn right I am. And why not? I can hold my own, and even win more often than people would expect.” Callisto was skinny and people always seemed to take that for her being weak, but she was anything but weak. She was quick and packed quite the wallop in a fight.
“Well you are kind of a twig, but hit like a truck.” Yang knew a couple of people that were just as thin but just as skilled in combat. Her own sister was a twig but if she had her scythe you were effectively fucked. “Size doesn’t always matter.”
Callisto let out a laugh. “No, it certainly doesn’t matter. You learn how to use what you have to your advantage. Plus exploiting other people perceiving your size as a sign of weakness.” She had long learned how to hone that. It was no different from learning how to utilize large breasts to one’s advantage.
“Kind of like how people assume I’m just a dumb busty blonde, right?” Yang was actually incredibly smart. There were skills one needed to do what she wanted to do and while she liked to party and have fun, she didn’t neglect her schooling. Most of the time.
“Just like that. Though you aren’t the only one who can play the blonde card.” Callisto hadn’t finished high school, but she was still smart. Her intelligence was more cunning and street smart than anything.
“Wanna play the busty blonde card and get free drinks?” Yang suggested, grinning cockily.
“You’re on. I could go for some drinks now.” Not that she couldn’t before, but now was the time to come down off the high of the fight. And why not get free drinks while they were at it? Callisto liked Yang. She was definitely fun.