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Tweak says, "Say it."

Anthony J. Crowley (i_sauntereddown) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-12-11 08:15:00

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anthony crowley, elle bishop, harleen quinzel

Storming the Castle [Elle, later Harley]
Crowley stood at the base of the castle with an expression on his face that might have been interpreted as a smile were it on anyone else. On him it just appeared predatory. In a way, he supposed, it was. This castle, this entire experience was like prey to him. He and Elle had come here with the explicit purpose of causing trouble. Big trouble. Epic trouble.

They were going to take on a building whose base was strong. Solid. It reminded him a bit of the castles of Britain, only during their early years where they still had that new castle smell to them. That magnificence. Before the dark and dank set in.

Though, if he had his way, he and Elle would make quick work of this new monarchy. They were, in all essence, storming the castle to take the crown away from whomever it was that had it. Crowley didn't know who had the crown. He hadn't been paying that close of attention.

All he really knew was this was going to be worth the effort. It was infinitely better than killing ducks in the park, that was for sure. This was a rare opportunity in this city to do something other than lounge around lazily.

It certainly beat scaring his plants.

He looked at the doors... gates... whatever you wanted to call them, turned to look at Elle and nodded. She would know what that meant. It was time for action.

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i_lovemrj
2010-01-13 08:34 pm UTC (link)

Harley narrowed her eyes slightly when the little bimbo was so dismissive. Ballsy. Either she was that confident, that much of a bitch, or a combination of the two. That didn’t mean that Harl hated her, she had plenty of friends that were bigger bitches or more powerful. But they weren’t blowing up her castle.

Then her eyes narrowed even further when the man said he didn’t know her. Until she remembered that she wasn’t in her harlequin costume that day. That eased the tension in her face, and it went even further, her lips stretching into a smile when he remembered her name anyway. “Yeah, that’s me”

She didn’t so much ease away from the doorframe as bounce subtly, with understated exuberance. But it was not the man she approached, it was the girl. Harley stopped several feet away from the girl, far enough away to leave herself some escape room if she needed it, but close enough that she could whisper loudly, “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m not after your fella. I got my own. He’s a cute sidekick, though.”

Because it was patently obvious to Harl who was top dog here. It wasn’t the winged wonder over there. Sure he was scary, impressively so, but he didn’t have fingers crackling with electricity. No, the bimbo was the boss here. Which made her target number one for Harley to deal with. “So whatcha doin’? Is this business or pleasure? Of course, I think making things explode is the best combination of the two.”

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i_shock
2010-01-24 06:48 pm UTC (link)

Elle didn't like people getting into her business. In fact the nagging voice in the back of her head, which oddly sounded like her dearest daddy, reminded her of the importance od keeping plans secret at all times because of the company. Elle didn't say anything at first, in fact she was eyeing the girl as if trying to determine if this girl was a threat or not.

And she looked kind of familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it at all.

Probably just cause she looked like a friggin clown.

Elle was just letting the little jolts of electricity bounce between her fingers now. Something she did when she was thinking. What to tell her. Or if to say anything at all.

"You should just get out of here now, it's really none of your business." One of those Guards was charging again, to add to the effect of what she said Elle rounded with one turn, and shot him full of blue lightning. It bounced around his armor and was frying him alive. So much so he screamed out from the pain.

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i_sauntereddown
2010-01-28 02:45 pm UTC (link)

Sidekick? Crowley hardly thought of himself as a sidekick. Orchestrator, maybe. Instigator and enabler, certainly. But not a sidekick. He was more of a watcher in this instance. And watching Elle was his primary reason for being here. He wanted to keep her on tracky, to instigate and encourage her attack on the castle -and the Queen inside.

It was the right thing to do from his stance and hardly made him a sidekick. He was more like the rat from Teenage Muntant Ninja Turtles. The old guy in Karate Kid. Except that he wasn't using his powers of advisement for good.

A guard approached him, screaming a sort of sad battle cry. A pathetic one. At least considering all the far superior battle cries he had heard during his long existence. Crowley turned his head toward his attacker and waved his hand, sending the guard flying through the air and out of the way.

Crowley moved closer to his ingenue and Harley, frowning at the latter. He debated growling to try to scare her away, because she was holding Elle back now just by distracting her and that was no good at all.

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i_lovemrj
2010-01-30 07:43 am UTC (link)

Harley snorted. Did the little blonde chippie really think that she was going to back off just because of a little fry job? Puh-leeze. She’d seen way worse. She’d done worse, and the way she’d had to do it took a lot more thought and planning than just pointing a finger. It was what the cops called malicious intent when they hauled you into a courtroom.

Shaking her head, she said, “No, no, you’re doing it all wrong. The threatening and the invading. Look, I can help you with that. I’m the best henchwench you’re ever gonna meet, sister, and I’m telling’ ya, you’re going about this the wrong way.”

She leaned one shoulder against the stone wall, ignoring the singe marks and obvious splatter, one ankle crossing over the other in a casual pose. “Go ahead. Do it your way. All you’re gonna get is a big ol’ pile of rocks when you turn this place to rubble. You ain’t getting anywhere near that queen. Told you. Hoity toity.

“But,” she added, looking at her gloves as though examining a speck of dirt, “she ain’t stupid. You’re mowin’ through her guys and blowing up the base of her castle. If it was me? I wouldn’t be sticking around til it came down around my ears.

“’Course that’s just me.” Harley shrugged, then looked at the girl, keeping the man in her peripheral vision. She didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him. “But I think I’ll stick around. You don’t want me to help, that’s fine. I’ll just watch you fail. Y’know. ‘Cause it’s funny and like funny.”

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i_shock
2010-02-02 10:30 pm UTC (link)

"You seem to know a lot about that Queen." Elle said in a snappy manner, and turned back towards the woman.

"Like you know her or something. Guess I could torture the information out of you. Pity that Haitan isn't around, he'd just find out that info without shocking the life out of you first.. but well." Elle didn't really care.

She may have wanted to be Queen, but what she really wanted was to cause trouble.

Lots of it.

Then maybe she could ignore her daddy's wishes.

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i_sauntereddown
2010-02-07 10:21 pm UTC (link)

While Harley was busy giving her little speech to Elle, Crowley was moving closer to her. Maneuvering himself so that he was behind her.

Why was she wearing such a stupid and trite costume? Did she choose it because of her name or did she choose her name based on her costume choice? It didn't really matter, he decided, because he wasn't particularly fond of the game she was playing.

The distraction game. It was ruining he and Elle's siege on the castle. Or at the very least delaying progress. Neither of which was Crowley pleased with. So, he had the notion to distract Harley so Elle could continue on her mission.

Which should be easy enough once he ripped the mask off her face. That ought to get her attention real fast and put it on him. Wasting no time, he made the quick attempt to unmask her. For some reason, she felt the need to hide behind a costume and Crowley didn't fancy her having that advantage.

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i_lovemrj
2010-02-13 08:48 am UTC (link)

Torture? Well that wasn’t how you made friends. But then, the kid seemed to be on some kind of power trip just because she could zap things. Harley wasn’t all that impressed, really. The girl had a power. Whoopdie doo. She didn’t know how to use it properly, obviously. She was just sending out those power bolts kind of indiscriminately, like a little kid throwing snap-pops against the wall to watch them explode. And she didn’t have the gumption to truly take the offensive, or she wouldn’t have let Harl get as close as she was.

If Harley wanted to take a guess, she’d say that blondie here had some sort of inferiority complex and she liked to use her abilities to make her feel like she was important and had worth. It wasn’t at all uncommon, so she wasn’t as special as she thought she was. Under other circumstances, she’d take the girl under her wing, try to teach her how to use what she had to her best advantage. Like she was gonna do for Ace. But the girl just pissed her off, so that wasn’t gonna happen.

Harley was about to tell the girl that she didn’t know half of what she thought she did, when a movement in the periphery of her vision had her ducking. Too many years of ducking flung rubber vomit and thrown chattering teeth, not to mention dodging the vinyl vigilante, had sharpened her response to possible threats. Harley figured, at this point in her life, better safe than sorry, and she moved before she even completely assessed the threat. Not quite fast enough to keep damage from being done though. Even as she yanked herself away from the wall to dart across the room, she heard it.

The ripping.

Stopping near the body of a fried guard, Harley pulled her hood off her head, revealing two rumpled pigtails. With deep affront and hurt in her voice, she accused, “You ripped my liliripe! That’s just… that’s just mean!”

Then she narrowed her eyes at the perv from the zoo. “Oh that’s it. No more Ms. Nice Guy!” That was the only warning she gave before she quickly made her way to the doorway that led to the stairs up to the rest of the castle, not by running, but in a series of handsprings. She paused in that doorway only long enough to stop, turn, and fire her popgun. At the ceiling. Then she did run, not waiting for the explosion to hit before she was moving up the stairs as fast as she could. Harley wasn’t dumb enough to think a little thing like a collapsed ceiling was going to be enough to slow them down for long. Oh no. She had something much, much bigger in mind.

But before she could do that, she had to get her babies out of the place. And Ace if she had time. Then she could take care of them once and for all. Even if it was gonna cost her the castle.

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