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(ง •̀_•́)ง (ember_celica) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-10-16 14:08:00

Wanna go get bruised?
Who: callisto and yang
What: Yang finds Callisto roughing up some people and decides to help
when: recent
Where: a bar
status: complete
Rating: PG-13



Yang’s Theme Song is appropriate for this log.

Yang had been in a good mood since playing around with Li. She felt stronger than she had in months, and was kind of looking for some trouble since they wouldn’t let her fight for the university anymore. That was find. Karate was slow and boring anyway.

She had her hair tied back in a loose pony-tail, which was unusual for her. Usually it cascaded down like a golden river on her back, and was pretty hard to control. She’d tied a sleeve up over her stump, but wore her gauntlet on her left hand.

Some commotion drew her attention to a pretty blonde lady and some ruffians.

Callisto was currently in a good mood, but only because she was able to beat some people up to send a message. It was Xena’s orders, and she was more than happy to carry them out. She was holding to trying not to kill anyone, but she was probably taking the bone breaking rather liberally.

In fact, she twisted one guy’s arm, breaking it with a snap of the bone. She then grabbed the guy by the throat. “Now, what do you say, piggy?” At which point he promptly squealed in pain, and Callisto grinned. “Good boy.” She released him, then turned to the other guys gathered around. “Come and get me, boys,” she taunted. She didn’t notice the other woman watching them, not that it would have changed the fact she charged at a couple of the guys.

A big man, about the size of a small mountain, charged at Callisto’s back. Yang cocked her fist and then fired a blast, a sound like a high pitched gun shot just as her dust-enhanced bullet hit him in the back. It exploded in fiery energy, sending him flying into an unfortunately placed fruit cart. “Watch your back, lady!”

Callisto threw a punch that knocked one guy into another, giving her time to glance over her shoulder. The blonde woman was certainly familiar to her, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it right now. She got back into the fray, taking a couple hits that did little more than tickle her, and she threw some punches and kicks, sending one guy flying backwards and landing in a heap a few feet away.

Oh hey. She did look familiar. From a brawl back before she’d lost her arm. Blondes weren’t usually Yang’s type, so the memory had faded a little, but the fight and the drinking had been fun. Someone crashed a chair over her head, and she turned and clocked him in the face. “Oh you want some, huh? Come on!”

At least this fight would get more interesting now. Callisto took a couple hits, and gave them right back. Then someone broke something over her head, but she barely flinched. She turned around and gave the guy a pointed look as a crazed grin spread across her face. “Oh now you’ll pay for that,” she cooed before she punched him in the face, breaking his nose and blood began to pour out of it. A guy leapt on her back, trying to subdue her as his buddy came at her from the front. However, she swung a leg up, kicking the guy coming at her in the stomach. She then rammed the back of her head into the guy’s face. He let go of her and she jammed an elbow in his stomach. When he doubled over, she whirled around and drove her knee up into his face.

Well, this was fun. Yang had several guys, one of which was smart enough to try to flank her right side. She kicked him, spinning around and clocking another guy in the back of his head. “Who’s cheerios did you piss in?”

That was directed at Callisto, as someone came up to Callisto’s side and pressed a gun to the side of her head.

“More like they pissed on cheerios they shouldn’t have,” Callisto responded. And by responding to Yang she was distracted enough to not notice the guy that came up to her and pressed a gun to her head. She barely even flinched, and she was oddly calm and unafraid. “Go ahead, pull the trigger!” She taunted. “Do it!!” She cried. It was enough to make him waver. Most people asked to not be shot. But Callisto? She had no fear of death, and she did have a deathwish despite the fact a bullet wouldn’t even scratch her.

As he wavered in pulling the trigger, Callisto elbowed him in the stomach, freeing herself from his clutches. She turned around and punched him in the face.

The gun went off, and Yang’s aura flared bright yellow as it deflected the bullet into the ground. She was more concerned with Callisto seeming to lose it. Like she wasn’t afraid of the bullet. Like she actually wanted to die. Part of Yang kind of understood. “Hey, you okay?”

She then kicked the guy in the nuts, causing him to double over. When the gun went off and no one was hurt, some of the guys started backing off, not knowing what was happening.

“That’s all you’ve got? Disappointing.” Callisto sighed. “A girl just can’t find a good fight these days. Fine just run along home, you cowards.” She didn’t answer Yang, instead focused on anyone still interested in continuing the fight.

Yang kicked a guy in the butt, sending him flailing to the sidewalk. “I missed all the fun that isn’t fair. What happened, did they try to like…” She waved her only hand. “Stiff you or something?”

“Not really. I was giving them a message.” No one was going to infringe on Xena’s turf. Callisto was an excellent enforcer despite her skinny appearance. In fact, she was the perfect enforcer since she couldn’t be harmed, let alone killed.

“That’s a funny way of passing a note.” Yang ran her fingers through her messy hair. Then she shrugged. “So what now? The excitement is over. You just gonna hang around? Wanna … get a drink? I’ll even buy.” She winked.

“It’s our way of showing strength.” Not that Callisto was going to explain the inner workings of the gang, but that should at least get the point across. Maybe. She looked at her. “Sure, I’ll get a drink with you.” Might as well. There was no one left to beat up, so clearly all that was left to choose from was to get a drink or to go home.

“Uh huh.” At least no one had died. Yang had dealt with gangs before, at least in her dreams, even if she’d basically used them for information (and trashed their club but that was their fault for attacking her, right?). “Come on, there’s this place down the block that hasn’t been trashed yet. Has good music, too.”

Callisto rolled her eyes. She preferred it when people died, that was when she felt the most alive, if there was ever a time when she felt alive. “Clearly it’s not one I’ve been to.” Callisto chimed with a smirk. Perhaps in future she would trash it. It was her way, after all.

“The owner is kinda pervy but I like to use that to my advantage. Free drinks, no carding.” she winked at Callisto before sauntering in that general direction.

“One of those, I see,” she commented, making a bit of a face at the owner being a perv. She sure as well wasn’t going to let anyone get friendly with her in that manner. She followed after Yang. “Are you not old enough to drink?” It was asked in reference to the no carding comment.

“I’m nineteen. Close enough with a fake id.” She shrugged her bad shoulder, then patted her hand on her chest. “They only ever look here anyway. It’s useful.” Yang was only a little bothered by it. It could come in handy but it was very annoying at times.

Callisto eyed her. “You look older than nineteen. But seriously, it gets tiring when people only look at your rack instead of your face.” She shook her head. Plenty of guys tended to look at her chest, which annoyed Callisto to no end.

“It’s the hair.” She tossed it over her shoulder, then shoved the door open and held it for Callisto. Who had an impressive rack herself, if she was honest. Not as impressive as Yang’s. Yang was the Busty Blonde Bruiser trope.

“It definitely helps, that’s true.” Being blonde tended to get Callisto more attention than she wanted. While she had a nice rack, she didn’t think about that sort of thing about herself or others. Callisto didn’t think in sexual terms. She walked into the place as Yang held the door open and she looked around, taking in the sort of clientele that came here, as well as seeing what kind of place it was.

It was almost a little too high class. The bouncers were in suits, so was the lady behind the bar. Most of the clientele was in clubbing gear, some with very short skirts or very tight pants. The lights were dark and flashing and the music thumped like electronica. Yang entered like she owned the place. “Yo! Junior! Club special for my lady friend here!”

Seeing what everyone else was wearing here suddenly made Callisto feel like she was underdressed. She was never the type to overly care about appearances, but considering she was wearing lots of leather that showed off some of her tattoos, and that she had the look of a biker, it was enough to make her wonder if they’d kick her out. At any rate, she glanced over people as she followed after Yang.

Yang wasn’t dressed much better. Very casual. But this Junior fellow stared at her like he wanted to shit his pants. He was balding, with a thick beard, and his eyes darted between them. “Look kid, I don’t want no trouble, okay?”

“We just want some drinks! Whats a little strawberry sunrise between friends, eh?”

He looked at the bartender, then at her. “One. You get one. And it’s on the house. Okay?”

“Fair enough!”

Callisto eyed the balding man. She could make trouble for him if it came to it. But for the moment, she’d behave herself. “I’d like a beer. The best one you got on tap.” She eyed the bartender, then Junior, then back again. Callisto wasn’t one for fluffy mixed drinks. She preferred straight booze, either beer or something harder like whiskey or vodka.

The bartender gave her a flirty smile as she filled up a mug. That one was easy, and she slid it across to Callisto before she started work on Yang’s.

The strawberry sunrise was special to Yang. It was her step-mom’s favorite drink. She didn’t remember her own mom enough to know, but Ruby’s mom? She knew, and she’d loved. Drink in hand, she took a sip. “Mm. So good!”

Taking the mug, she took a sip of the beer. It was definitely a good one, she had to say. Some places had terrible selections for beers, but this one? Had at least one good beer on tap. “The beer’s good, too.” Maybe she’d have to come back here with Xena at some point. She then eyed Yang. “Did that little message delivery of mine interrupt what you were going to do?” Might as well attempt some conversation, right?

“I was pretty much just wandering around. I don’t have much to do anymore.” She gestured at her missing arm. “Sometimes I like getting into fights to remind myself I’m not useless.” It was all rather self-destructive.

“I can relate. Sometimes being in a fight is the only thing that makes me feel alive.” And even then, it depended on the day. Lately, she hadn’t been feeling much of anything, not since she’d taken a few days away on her own after the talk with Xena that she tried to forget happened. She’d stuffed her emotions back down inside and locked them up where they belonged.

Yang looked down into her drink, sighing heavily. It was never enough. She should be out there, fighting Grimm, being led by her sister, annoyed by Weiss and … distracted by Blake. Everything had been going so well and then in the space of a few hours her life - and indeed the entire school of Beacon - had fallen apart. “Life isn’t all about fighting. But its a lot of fun when you do.”

“Maybe for some people, but not for me. Life is one huge fight. Some of us just need to fight more than others.” And it got exhausting. Callisto didn’t know what to do with herself now. She’d killed the guy that had killed her family. Xena still needed her, but what about when the day came that Xena didn’t need her anymore? Or if Xena decided to give up the criminal life altogether? Perhaps that would be the day when Callisto would use the hind’s blood dagger on herself and hope that she never came back to life.

“Ever thought about doing it professionally?” Yang glanced at her. She thought that Callisto could probably kick an insane amount of ass and look hot doing it. She wasn’t normally attracted to blondes, but she was also really lonely.

“No, I haven’t. Though I have to say, I have one hell of an unfair advantage.” Which was putting it mildly. She took a drink of her beer, unaware of Yang looking her over or anything of the sort. Callisto didn’t really do casual encounters, so Yang would need to work for it, and even then it wasn’t a guarantee.

“Yeah? Me too.” Yang’s hair glowed for a moment. She turned, leaning on the bar and flashing a smile at Callisto. “What’s your secret?”

She found that intriguing, the glowing hair thing. “I’m a god, and I can’t get hurt.” She then made a small little fire in her hand below the bar before extinguishing it. After all, considering the fight she’d been in, one would expect some brushing, but the only sign that Callisto had been in a fight was the unruly hair.

“That’s cheating,” Yang said. Not being able to be hurt would have been really nice, though. Yang didn’t quite buy into the ‘what hurts you makes you stronger’ BS, which was ironic considering her special ability was exactly that - the harder she got hit the stronger she was. It was something she didn’t like to think too much about.

Callisto shrugged. “Never claimed to play it straight.” And she never did, unless Xena made her. It was much more fun to be unpredictable and to cheat, after all. She took a drink of her beer.

Yang snorted. “I don’t play it straight either.” She grinned to herself. “Well in an actual tournament I would. Maybe not in the bedroom.”

“It depends on the fight situation if I’d play it straight or not. Otherwise I don’t play it straight ever.” That went for the bedroom and other aspects of her life.

Was that flirting? Yang glanced at her. She’d tried a flirting pun, maybe it had gone over well. Maybe it hadn’t. She wasn’t sure getting anywhere with the crazy lady was a good idea, but then one drink and a good fight made crazy ideas sound awesome. “Sounds like a good way to handle things. Nothing wrong with being a little bent.”

Callisto never flirted, really, at least not on purpose, so she didn’t really know if she was flirting or not. She was just going with the flow after the fight, though she could certainly use more of something now. If Xena was here, she was certain she’d be pushing Callisto at Yang in an effort to get her laid. “No there isn’t. Pity that more people don’t realize that.”

“A lotta people do, you just have to be willing to give them a chance.” Yang gave her a crooked grin, purple eyes darting up and down. “It’s a lot like a fight. There’s give and take, someone gets bruised, Chuck Norris is there.”

She eyed Yang, suddenly wondering if she’d talked to Xena because that definitely sounded like something Xena would say. “Yeah well, I’m not exactly a people person. I speak best with my fists.” Emotions weren’t easy for Callisto to handle. Actions, however, she could definitely do.

“Sounds familiar.” Yang grinned at her. Actions spoke louder than words, as they said, and Yang was bad at words, and better at action. She could read people well though, but Callisto was proving impossible. “Wanna know who loves it when you speak with your fists? Sock puppets.”

That joke did get a reaction out of Callisto, in the manner that she raised her eyebrows and tilted her head. “I’m sure they do.” She wasn’t certain how to respond to that. “Though they might only appreciate talented fists.” She had no idea why she’d said that, but there it was and she didn’t even bat an eyelash about it.

“Yours seem pretty talented to me,” Yang said, before lifting her own up and clenching it. “I have to make up for only having one with a lot of talent.”

What even was going on?

“I think you did just fine in that fight earlier.” That was an odd thing about Callisto. As chaotic as she might be, and as anti-people as she was, she never actually looked down on someone because they were missing a limb or had some disability of any sort. They were still people, and she treated them the same as she did anyone else. Which wasn’t always a positive thing, but here it was.

“Thanks.” Yang knocked back the rest of her drink, then eyed callisto again. Like she was sizing her up and trying to decide what if anything to do. She tapped her fingers on the bar, then decided to dive into it. “Wanna go get bruised?”

Callisto finished off her beer, then turned her attention to Yang. She grinned a bit, perking up at that question. “I’m always up for getting bruised.” She was, of course, assuming that Yang meant a fight.

Yang eyed her again, changing tracks as it was clear Callisto was missing the flirting. “So how about a little sparring?” Fighting? Sex? Same difference sometimes and Yang wasn’t about to put her foot in her mouth again.

Flirting didn’t really register with her, except for when it was blatant comments about physical appearance and wanting to sleep with someone, then she got it. But beyond that, she didn’t speak that language much, if at all. “I’m up for that.” She needed a good fight, and someone that had superhuman abilities might give her more of a test than normal humans.

“Allright, lets do some fisticuffs!” Yang pumped her fist, then backed away from the bar before Junior had a heart attack. “This’ll be fun.”

Callisto grinned. “Oh yes, it very much will be fun.” She followed after Yang, more than looking forward to this.

Usually, Yang would do the whole punch her palm thing, but she only had one arm, so she could just clench her fist. “We should make this a regular thing.”

“I would like that.” Callisto nodded. Having someone to spar with on a regular basis that she could use her god-strength and abilities on would be highly rewarding. And maybe it would make her feel less restless and bored.