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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Aug 19, 2009 13:08:08 GMT -5
((...she's not in her apartment. :S She's meant to be on the street. Although we could always change it to apartment if you think that'd be easier.))
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 25, 2009 10:13:37 GMT -5
(( ...oh. Sorry! Ummm. It would be easier for Malika to distract Erin from Catwoman in her apartment vs. the street- on the street, he can get around her more easily. But it's up to you. I don't suppose it really matters that much since I am playing him and control how easily he's distracted.))
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Post by Malika on Aug 25, 2009 10:33:56 GMT -5
Startling though it was for Malika, as she was about to settle down in her pyjamas (a pair of black cotton underwear and a long-sleeved black silk nightshirt) with a cup of coffee and a financial paper, to find a leather-clad catsuited woman slipping through her apartment, she did not seem to be distressed or peeved when whispered that she was evading a very bothered bird-man. Malika didn't catch exactly what that was, but she was under the general impression that it was someone chasing her and didn't see why she shouldn't agree to try and hold him off. The catwoman passed through swiftly after that, and Malika moved to sit down, wondering how he'd get in.
The rattling of her door told her, and the swift sound of a lock snapping shortly afterwards made it quite clear, and then she stood up and went swiftly to the doorway of the hall to see what exactly a birdman was, a skillet from the kitchen in one hand just in case.
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Post by Erin Harper on Aug 25, 2009 14:15:45 GMT -5
Malika was fast, but Erin was faster. He was halfway down the hall before Malika had gotten to the doorway, and the sight of a black-clad girl with a skillet in one hand did not deter him much. His orange-gold eyes skipped directly over her to the room beyond, his wings bunched awkwardly and brushing the sides of the hallway but still moving with a swift and definitive purpose. He stalked down the hall, targeting in on where he thought the catwoman was. She couldn't have come back this way or he would have seen her, and so she must be beyond.
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Post by Malika on Aug 26, 2009 7:18:38 GMT -5
Birdman indeed.
Not a birdman in the sense that the other woman had been a catwoman at all. Rather more the sense of actually appearing to be partially a bird. It did not occur to Malika that this was impossible; she was staring right at him. Startled though she momentarily was - startled enough to not rush him the very moment she saw him coming towards her with an intention to rifle through the rest of the place, and she did not want a man in her bedroom, much less a birdman - she got over it enough to stride forward. She dropped the skillet, though not far away. She had the sense that while she could fight back, he'd retaliate pretty brutally to something that dangerous.
She held up her hand. Moments away from touching him - who wouldn't be curious? - but not touching. She was not stupid. "Get out of my house. Now."
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Post by Erin Harper on Aug 26, 2009 7:53:35 GMT -5
Erin raised an arm, almost absently, to keep her from touching him; "Where is she?" he hissed, his eyes darting a dance over Malika's shoulder, to her face, and back again. He ignored the order.
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Post by Malika on Aug 26, 2009 7:57:45 GMT -5
"There is no one in this house but you and I and I want you out," said Malika firmly through gritted teeth, looking more stern than she had any right to be considering that she had a big-toothed smile, wide eyes, and messy hair, all engineered to play up how young she really looked. She did not seem to be intimidated by him, even though her heart was thumping badly, nor frightened for herself, even though most women would have felt vulnerable in her attire.
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Post by Erin Harper on Aug 26, 2009 8:14:18 GMT -5
"Then you won't mind... if I take a look," Erin said, words coming sort of difficult to him, his grasp on language shaky with so much of him devoted to this hunt. He took another step forward, wings arching over his head and dragging along the walls with soft, silky-sounding scrapes. He was getting jumpy, unable to shake the sensation that as Malika stalled him the catwoman was in the other room and escaping; he stopped trying to intimidate her with his size after a particular swell of impatience that made his fingers twitch. He leapt forward instead and pushed her to the side, over-long nails snapping off and digging in to her shoulder. The hallway was not big and he had to struggle to get past her with his wings- Erin was not gentle. He was intent.
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Post by Malika on Aug 26, 2009 11:32:05 GMT -5
Malika cried out as she hit the ground, but it was not the sort that was a plea; it was quick and functional and served only as a response to pain. Malika had felt worse. Now, of course, she was only angry, and lifted the skillet and struck him with it, although not as hard as she would have been able to do it with her arm not hurting badly from his shoving her.
"You must not have heard me right," she said through her teeth. "Leave! Get out!"
She hefted it again, but her arms felt weak.
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Post by Erin Harper on Aug 26, 2009 11:47:32 GMT -5
Erin flinched when hit, but little more than that, only turning his head to look at her in complete astonishment and then to make a grab for the skillet.
((... if this was less serious i could see it dissolving into a game of tug-o-war. ))
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Post by Malika on Aug 26, 2009 14:06:13 GMT -5
Which Malika held onto with both hands, one dark eyebrow raising grimly as though challenging him and swearing non-verbally that she would keep up with that challenge whatever he did. She jerked it back as though prepared to swing again.
It was hard not to stare at him, which was vaguely distracting. The body was distorted from the usual physical form, clearly - those claws had done damage. But despite the weird, gold glitter of the eyes, the face seemed apparently human.
And he wore pants.
So was he not always in this shape? Was that possible? Was this a man, really, beneath his strange form?
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Post by Erin Harper on Aug 26, 2009 14:20:11 GMT -5
Erin gave a harsh, cawing little cry, actually turning about again in the hallway in order to get a better grip on the cooking instrument-turned-weapon. That she'd distracted him again from his purpose had not occurred to him yet; that he was again having trouble with his wingspan in the narrow hallway was another advantage for Malika. Were the two of them somewhere more open, Erin could have broken her arm with a well-aimed snap of a wing, but here he could hardly get them out of his way. He tried to intimidate her, again, one hand loosing its grip on the skillet and lunging for her wrist instead; the feathers in his wings slowly rose to appear larger, and he hissed at her in lieu of speaking, eyes narrowed and surreally non-human.
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Post by Malika on Aug 26, 2009 15:52:47 GMT -5
He was stronger than her, and had the advantage of having not been much wounded anyway, but she knew that if she lost the skillet he might try and hit her with that, and that could break something if not kill her, so she hung on for dear life and also in sheer stubbornness.
She knew from the feeling of fear that surged up in her that he was trying to intimidate her, and spat in his face to get across just how much that act was going to work on her.
And since she was smaller than he was and had more room to manoever, she took advantage of it, darting away from his lunge and then sliding between him and the rest of the doorway, shoving against him suddenly to push him back from it - and also nearly against the wall; the wings were probably the weak point, she decided. He was hot, blood rush and impatience probably, glistening from exertion, and his jeans were rough against her bare leg. She tried not to fall over, and since she had just simply shoved into his chest this was not hard, although conceivably he would force her to the side just by imbalancing her and then trample over her body to get past.
However. She was counting on him not having the room to pull back in order to do that; the wings didn't look to be flexible.
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Post by Erin Harper on Aug 26, 2009 19:51:45 GMT -5
Erin only rapidly blinked to clear the spittle out of his eyes, not releasing the skillet to wipe it away, but then Malika shoved him back against the wall. Falling back against it, one wing was awkwardly bent, a sharp pang of the most intense discomfort making him arch his back and struggle to get away from the wall. Again, as when she'd hit him, he looked so surprised to be hurt, as though he'd forgotten he could feel it, although he squirmed desperately to get his weight off of the bent appendage. His head turned away from Malika briefly as he tried to gain the room to carefully stretch the crushed wing, but he could hardly shift to relieve it. Then his attention shot back to her, face contorted in another teeth-baring hiss. He looked considerably more angry than he had before, in fact, he looked furious.
But it seemed Malika had found another effective approach, one that she probably liked the idea of even less than sheer violence. Much closer now, and pinned for all that his were the tender wings bent painfully against the wall, Erin stilled suddenly, the viciousness of his expression fading. He stared at her intently from much closer than they'd been even during their fight, and then cocked his head to one side almost... thoughtfully.
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Post by Malika on Aug 26, 2009 20:20:15 GMT -5
Malika was almost taken aback by the sudden show of anger, and was trying to think about what it meant, mind in a panic of fog, when his expression shifted. She was just relieved at first, because being this close to a bird-man and tryng to grapple with him would be hard enough even if he wasn't furious and hissing at her.
Then her thoughts on the man part of bird-man came back to her very suddenly and she broke off in something kind of like horror and kind of like a brand new fear, one that made her irrationally terrified and seem smaller. She almost tripped over her heel on the carpet and indeed fell backwards against the other wall, skillet held up, and then felt suddenly very conscious of her long, bare legs. She was frightened of him - although not so much that she would not fight back - and it was, to an animal, probably all over her.
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