Isabela would probably tap that (lootthebodies) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-06-06 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, isabela, miranda lawson |
Who: Isabela and Miranda
What: Fighting a reaaally big cat
When: During the Incense Plot
Where: Stuck somewhere in some prehistoric jungle
Rating/Warnings: Mild? There's some blood and violence.
Status: Complete!
It was a complete tropical paradise, though Isabela couldn't say how she'd gotten there. One moment she'd been ready to turn down for the night in her shamefully empty bed, and the next moment she was there, standing amongst exotic foliage the likes of which she'd never seen before. "Whose odd dream world is this, I wonder?" She asked herself as she started to explore the local area.
When she saw some of the wildlife from far away, she realised she'd need to make some sort of makeshift weapon. And when she realised there were other people around, Isabela was (for once) glad that she'd gone to bed with some clothing on. Though obviously a pair of comfortable pajama pants and a tank top weren't really going to protect her from anything. Bela didn't mind; A good duelist didn't need to wear armor at all, and her dream self was comfortable in practically nothing.
Before she managed to find anything to fashion into weaponry, her eyes spotted a familiar sight and she waved at Miranda. "OI! Over here!"
Miranda’s first thought was why on Earth she was wearing shorts when there was clearly a lot of vegetation around. Suddenly, she felt like Lara Croft actually was crazy for wearing shorts in the jungle. Though, okay, the shorts weren’t so much normal shorts as they were boxer shorts meant for sleeping in. She also had a tanktop on, so at least she was dressed for the weather? But as far as taking a walk through the jungle or whatever the plant life here was? She was unprepared for that.
Though by some miracle, she did have her omni-tool on her, and she was forever thankful for the weapon setting on it. Not that she needed a weapon because Miranda was a walking biotic weapon. And at least she could also use her tech skills with having her omni-tool on her because she thought she spotted some wild animals that looked like they could eat her in one bite.
Hearing a familiar voice, Miranda looked up to see Isabela waving at her. Okay, that was a relief. Miranda’s shoulder was still in the process of healing from the gunshot wound, which was highly visible given the tanktop she was wearing, but she could at least use her arm. She made her way over to the pirate, somehow looking like she was ready for a photoshoot, though that was just Miranda’s default look. Even when she was wounded, she looked camera-ready.
“Good to see you’re here. Though at least you made a sensible fashion choice in going for pants. If there’s poison ivy out there, I’m going to die.”
The fact that Miranda could look fabulous even when injured and dealing with blood loss was something Isabela had remarked on while pulling a bullet out of her, and it still amused her. There, in a sweaty jungle filled with dangerous animals, still dealing with a bullet hole, Miranda looked so fabulous that Isabela wished they'd been sent to the arctic instead.
Though in that case they'd probably both have frozen to death. "Don't die, I rather like having you around you know. Especially now, since I've left my daggers behind me. You can protect me with those mighty biotics of yours. You know I've never seen you use them before. I'm almost hoping something comes after us so I can watch you at work."
The plants around looked familiar but not entirely. A cursory glance of the landscape wasn't really helpful when it came to what was, or was not, poison ivy. Bela shrugged a shoulder. "Do you want to swap clothes, sweet thing? Consider it a boon I'm not naked."
If they'd been naked this would have been impossible already.
Sure if they’d been sent to the arctic they’d have frozen to death, but here it was entire possible that they’d get eaten by something. Or sweat to death. And thinking of Isabela being all sweaty was counterproductive to remaining aware of their surroundings.
“I’ll do my best not to die, I can promise you that.” Miranda brushed some hair behind her ear, a little smirk crossing her face. “To be perfectly honest, I only just got my biotics, so it’s still within the realm of possibility that I could blow myself up, or both of us up, instead of whatever I’m aiming for. Fortunately, I have other abilities and tools.” Miranda lifted her left arm and activated her omni-tool, the orange hologram encompassing her hand and forearm and she set it to the weapon setting, and an orange blade swung around and extended from the tool.
“This should do the trick for cutting a way through the foliage or taking care of anything attacking in close quarters. I can also set things on fire.” Incinerate was a lovely thing, after all. She did enjoy her tech abilities, even though she relied on her guns and biotics more than her tech abilities.
Miranda couldn’t help but give Isabela a glance over, specifically looking at her ass. “I’m not so certain how swapping clothes would go. Would my ass fit in your pants? And vice versa?” Miranda had what Jack lovingly referred to as a ‘bubbly butt’ after all. She wasn’t wrong, even if Miranda wanted to punch her in the face for it.
"I think our well shaped arses would fit just fine in each other's clothing, but it was mainly since you seemed to be uncomfortable in your shorts." Isabela replied, after taking at least a minute to heavily check out Miranda's behind. She was suitably impressed by the omni blade, and reached out a finger to poke at it. "That's handy, just hiding out in your arm like that. Wish I could do that with my own weapons." Aria had one that was similar to it, but Isabela wasn't sure if Miranda knew that yet, and she decided not to offer up the information.
"You know, I'm not really used to being the damsel in distress. I was going to sharpen up some pokey sticks in case any of this place's predators decided to come along. No idea what to expect, but everywhere's got something just dying to kill you, you know."
There was a devilish twinkle in her eye that suggested that for all she complained, she actually enjoyed the adrenaline rush. "I sort of like the idea of standing behind you while you slice things and set them on fire. It's an excellent view."
“I’m thankful that you are concerned,” Miranda responded, noting how Isabela checked out her butt. “I’m just not quite used to being in nature like this. And yes, I know I’m Australian and pretty much everything in Australia can kill you, but I’m not from the Outback. I don’t have survival skills.” Though Miranda knew what poison ivy looked like, so she’d do her best to refrain from treding too close to any plant that looked even remotely similar.
“Omni tools are wonderful, I have to agree.” Miranda had loved it when she’d gotten hers from her dreams. And she did know Aria had one. After all, she knew her employer was an Asari, one that she didn’t particularly like in the dreams, but Aria was definitely stepping up her security to help protect Miranda after the whole incident with her father finding her sister. Miranda had to say, the woman at least protected her own.
“You can still sharpen some sticks if you want. I’m not going to be offended if you don’t want to be a complete damsel in distress.” She smirked a bit, seeing that twinkle in Isabela’s eye. “Are you just going to stare at my ass the whole time? Perhaps I should’ve worn either of my catsuits instead, they’d give you a better view.”
And yes, Miranda had meant catsuits plural. She had gotten her black catsuit quite recently, after dreaming about Shepard helping her relocate her sister. Though part of her wondered if Isabela would’ve been able to behave herself if Miranda had worn either catsuit. She kind of thought that she wouldn’t have been able to behave.
Even the mention of the word catsuits, plural, gave Isabela pause. It was a pause where her brain started running off in five different directions, all of which involved not behaving even remotely. A little bit of drool could even have formed at the corner of her mouth while thinking about it, if extreme thirst hadn't already rendered her mouth as dry as the Sahara.
She blinked a few times, and then decided to try and examine the landscape again for sticks to sharpen. "Shepard's shown me pictures of those, you know. And yes, I did intend to stare at your fabulous arse the entire time. But I suppose I really should sharpen some sticks just in case anything gets past you. Doesn't seem likely, really, but it could happen. Or we might get snuck up on and then I'll have to be your hero."
She picked up a nearby stick and held it over towards Miranda, "Perhaps we can both be damsels and then equally each other's heroes. Go saving each other's lives together, you know. A team effort. Something to distract me from how lovely you are covered in sweat like that. My brain's quite a naughty place and we need to keep it busy. Do you think that tool could put a proper edge on this?"
Miranda rather enjoyed teasing Isabela like that. It helped to distract her from thoughts of that picture of Isabela in a bikini that Shepard had sent her. There were times where Miranda seriously wondered why she’d spent two years of her life to bring that damned woman back to life. Sometimes she felt that she knew Shepard’s body better than her own.
Though that was sort of true at the moment given her genetics were starting to change. It wasn’t the best thing to think about, parts of being a genetically modified human upset Miranda in ways she didn’t even fully understand yet. Though now she could understand why her dream self had so many issues over her genetics and abilities.
But for now, she was going to focus on Isabela. Because while the other woman could drive her insane in a very different way than she’d ever experienced before, she did enjoy her company.
“Of course she has. She’s shown me pictures of you in a bikini.” Miranda could tell that Shepard was trying to help them. Or her version of help anyways. “Then by all means, stare at my ass all you wish.” She didn’t mind. And that went beyond being comfortable with Isabela, it was what she was used to in her line of work. Though more people tended to stare at her breasts, which were all natural, thank you very much.
“Well, I’m certainly all for saving each other. It’s a good balance, and allows both of us to be the hero.” Miranda didn’t do well being just the damsel. She prefered doing the rescuing. But sometimes you just had to let someone save you. “Oh, that shouldn’t be a problem.” Miranda said, popping the blade back out of her omni-tool before she took hold of the stick with her free hand to steady it as she started to sharpen the end into a point. “I’ve never used an omni-tool for this before. Guess there’s a first time for everything.”
"I rather think you and I are going to be experiencing a lot of first times if this keeps up," Bela said, watching Miranda sharpen the stick into a sort of spear for her. She picked up a few extra backup sticks and handed them over for Miranda to take care of, too, just in case. "I don't much prefer to be the damsel myself, for instance. Big fan of getting myself both into and out of my own troubles. For you I think I'll make an exception, yeah? And look!"
She took one of the sticks Miranda had already sharpened and pointed it in the direction of a gigantic sabre toothed cat that was starting to prowl their way. "I think you're about to get your chance again. What are the chances that we're ever going to forget the smell of burnt fur when this is all over?"
Bela took on a fighting stance from her dreams, though it worked better when there were two daggers in her hands instead of a sharpened pole stick. She could adapt, though. This wasn't about to be her last dance in any way shape or form, and it certainly wasn't her first time improvising. On that front, she was especially skilled.
“Careful, or I might consider that a promise,” Miranda teased, glancing at Isabela. She also sharpened the back up sticks so that there were options for Isabela to use. And potentially for herself as well because she didn’t know how reliable her biotics were going to be as of yet. “I completely understand, I prefer handling things myself as well, and only ask for help if I’ve already failed at getting myself out of a jam.”
Like the whole incident where she’d been shot. But that thought quickly left her mind as Isabela pointed out their friend that seemed to think they’d make a good meal or two.
“Well, so long as this doesn’t turn into Jurassic Park or Ice Age, I think we can manage.” Maybe. Possibly. Miranda kept the blade of her omni-tool drawn as she took a fighting stance. She wasn’t the best hand-to-hand combatant. In fact, those skills were a bit lacking. She was like a magic-user, the kind who would nuke the battlefield from a distance. Or just put as many bullets into her opponent as possible, but given she didn’t have her submachine gun on her, she’d have to make use with her biotics and tech abilities.
“I can say that this cat is not making us its next meal.” Miranda decided to try the biotics. A blue, pulsating aura, of a sort, surrounded her as she focused and attempted to lift the cat off the ground and slam it back down. The same blue energy wrapped around the cat and Miranda lifted her arm, trying to lift the cat high into the air and slam it back down.
Except the cat was too large for her and it only lifted a few inches off the ground. And now it was mad.
“Um. Shit.” So incinerate it was. A blast of fire came out of her omni-tool and flew at the cat.
"Well, that was... impressive?" Isabela commented, from her position a bit further back. She liked the way Miranda sparkled with that... shield, or aura, or whatever it was. Clearly, though, there were some things that Miranda was still practicing at. "If it's any consolation, not a lot of my own dream skills have managed to bleed through yet, either."
In her dreams she was a formidable combatant, a renowned duelist. The muscles from all of that work had definitely started to come along nicely, and Isabela had zero complaints in that department. Everything else, though? She figured that came with more time. Or more practice, or both. Which wasn't particularly convenient at the moment, but it was definitely something Bela figured Miranda could relate to.
That didn't stop her from taking her very big sharp pointy stick and trying to gouge out a hole in the big cat's arm. "Bad kitty. No treats for you. Sit still and let my friend burn you alive, yeah?"
“Thanks,” she responded a bit sarcastically. Miranda was irritated, but clearly she just needed to figure out how to best apply her biotics and get in the habit of using them. “Though that is good, at least you won’t try to upstage me with any fancy tricks you might have.” But she definitely wasn’t opposed to seeing said fancy tricks. She was certainly curious about Isabela’s abilities.
It seemed that physical traits carried over far easier than non-physical ones did. Such as Miranda’s genetics, which were starting to change. Also the biotics, which were somewhat like magic. Miranda just had to master how to utilize her biotic abilities.
She watched Isabela try to gouge a hole in the cat’s arm and she arched an eyebrow a bit. Miranda was not a front-line fighter in that respect. Guns and biotics were her weapons. She didn’t get in fist fights or close combat situations. Not that Miranda couldn’t throw a punch, she just wasn’t a fighter. Still, she was going to try and not let Isabela down here.
“I think you just made the cat even more angry.” She commented helpfully. At which point she decided to try a different tactic with her biotics. Namely, she thought Reave might help. She concentrated, then threw Reave at it. It hit the cat, and instead of the blue pulsating aura surrounding Miranda, she had purple-ish tendrils pulsating around her as Reave started draining the cat’s health.
“Alright, that seemed to have worked!” Miranda said triumphantly.
"Sweet thing, no one and nothing could upstage you, least of all me. And certainly not this gigantic cat." Isabela remarked, dodging out of the way of the big cat's attempt to swipe before Miranda's biotics went off and... snared the creature? Isabela took a good long stare at the purple tendrils, twirling her sharpened stick in her hand and contemplating if another gouge or two might help finish the creature off.
"Brilliant! What... is it doing, exactly? I've seen well enough hentai to know where tendrils usually go, but I doubt that was your plan here. Should I give it a stab or two while you've got it distracted, then?"
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Miranda responded with a smirk on her face. She rather liked the praise, and even if she was still trying to get the hang of her biotics, Miranda still had the utmost confidence in her abilities. And she tended to take pride in praise heaped on her in any way, shape or form.
But that remark about hentai made Miranda glad she wasn’t drinking anything right then because she’d otherwise have choked on it. “Ohmygod Isabela,” she shuddered. That was not an image she needed or wanted in her head right then, and she almost lost concentration on her biotics as a result. “It’s draining its health, inflicting near-constant damage and in turn it’s giving me damage protection. It also weakens whatever resistances it may have. So basically, it will be weakening but I can’t keep this up forever.”
"I am absolutely not imagining you having sex with a gigantic cat, I promise." Isabela said, in all earnest. She definitely wasn't, because that was an awful mental picture. "It's just someone has to say these things and I like to think I've volunteered. I'm a helper, me."
That was enough banter, though, because it was very clear to her that Miranda could only keep this up for so long. Possibly when it was over her sexy new friend was going to need a nap. That was at least how these things worked where she came from. Bela recalled fondly the times Hawke cast something big and then was of no use to anyone for a bit.
Since the big pussy looked like it still had some fight left in it, Bela shrugged a shoulder and ran at it. She leapt through the air and landed on its flank, using her super sharp sticks like climbing axes. "Just keep it distracted, I'll shove some of these sticks into its eyes! Or something."
“You are not helping!” Miranda retorted. She did not need that image of her having sex with a gigantic cat in her head either. Where did Isabela come up with these things? No, no, she’d really rather not know the answer to that.
A nap was probably a good idea. In general, energy bars or other such food items helped restore a biotic after they used their energy. It would probably shock Isabela just how much Miranda could eat after an especially difficult battle. And yet not a single ounce of it ever showed on her body. Miranda was well aware that she was the envy of many-a-woman for that fact.
“Alright, I’m on it,” she responded. She kept her biotics in use, trying to hold it for as long as she could to allow Isabela to do her part of the fight. Miranda sent another blast of fire at the cat’s face. “Hey, eyes over here!” She taunted the cat. It looked at Miranda and it moved towards her, though it was somewhat hindered thanks to Isabela climbing her way up it with the sharp sticks jabbing into its hide.
"You're perfect at this, look at him go!" Isabela encouraged her, while climbing her way up the creature's neck and onto its head. She was quick on her feet and agile enough not to get tossed off, which was good. The cat was tall enough that if she did get thrown it wouldn't be pretty.
It also wouldn't at all be pretty if Miranda got run over or mauled by it, so Isabela worked as quickly as she could to get her pointy sticks ready to strike. She put two together in one hand and stabbed the third into it's head, using it as an anchor to hold onto as she leaned down and thrust the other two into the cat's eyeball.
It roared in pain and started to squirm, and Bela stabbed it in the eye once more before catapulting off of the thing. "That's going to leave a mark."
Miranda kept the cat’s attention, though she was also trying to keep out of its reach. She didn’t exactly have a wish to mauled to death by a saber-toothed cat. That would just be embarrassing. And Shepard would never let her live it down either, she was sure of that. So she kept holding the Reave attack on it, though she could feel herself starting to lose hold of it.
Though she managed to keep it up long enough for Isabela to stab the thing in the eye and leap off of it. Miranda dropped the Reave attack, her shoulders slumping a bit. “Oh shit,” she muttered. “I could probably eat this whole cat by myself once it’s dead,” she said. Though she might need to if she intended to stay on her feet.
She took aim at its head and gave it another burst of flame, this time setting it on fire. “Well, at least the meat will be cooked.” She quipped, exhaustion starting to set in but she wasn’t going to let her guard down until the cat was actually down.
"Damn..." Isabela muttered, watching the fire spread across the creature's skin. It had slumped to the ground from exhaustion and blood loss. While most creatures would have lost their mind for being on fire like that, the big cat was very still, and Bela decided it was as good a time as any to finish the thing off. She took the last of her sticks and drove them through its skull, then made her way over to Miranda.
The biotic looked like she was about to fall over, and Bela was quite keen on the idea of catching her if that happened. She put an arm around Miranda's shoulders and started guiding her over to some nearby trees. "I am going somehow find a way to lop off some of that thing's meat and we are going to have a feast to recover our strength. YOU are going to sit here and look extremely fabulous while I wait on you."