You Wanna Go, Girly? [Alex, Ceal]

Fri Dec 22, 2017 9:27 pm

Alex

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Some people didn't quite seem to understand it, but Alex Vaugrenard knew all too well one of the most absolute joys in life was a good donut. Plebs just didn't quite get it, and he'd heard of some people having the fuckin' audacity to say that other pastries n' shit were better, but they were wrong and that was just a fact. Good sweets in general were basically the best thing on the planet, but donuts? Psh, forget about it. A well-made donut was better than most sex. Not all sex, some chicks knew what they were doing really well, but most sex.

It was for this reason, and quite literally not a single other one, that Alex had taken his ass all the way to France from the US of A for a killer donut. He'd been there before, he knew the deal with these guys and their pastries. Frankly, he'd be willing to spend a good amount of time just walking here if he had to, but luckily he'd managed to hitch a ride on a ship across the pond, then hop a train straight to civilization. These guys might have had a bad history of surrendering, but they also had a pretty good track record of sick uprisings and resistances, so Alex really had some respect for 'em.

That, of course, was only prelude. After quite literally weeks of travel, and a whole lot of walking, the scarlet-haired wanderer had found himself within a bakery that he considered suitable. Seemed like a cool little joint, lotta tables outside and stuff, maybe he'd take a seat at one of 'em once he was done. First things first, though, he needed to actually get the goods he'd come here for, and he sauntered his way up to the counter, hands in pockets, and ordered without even looking.

“Yo, gimme a dozen donuts, in a bag, not a box, those boxes are just all sorts of a hassle to handle, you feel me? Anyway, just hit me with six of 'em glazed, 3 with some chocolate shit, I don't care about the specifics, and uh...I dunno, surprise me with the last three, long as they're actually good flavors.”

It was a pretty good day for Alex, all things considered, and he was glad to just get a nice day to chill out, eat some good food, watch the sky or whatever the hell it was people did when they just totally relaxed. Maybe he'd try to find some fine French chick, they had those accents and Alex had to admit they were pretty killer. Couldn't be too hard, and he was pretty sure his last name was French too, so that had to be basically a free conversation starter right there. Grabbing his bag of donuts and heading for the door, Alex stretched out, his stride confident and his mood quite high.

Yeah, this was gonna be a good day, no way in hell was anyone getting in the way of this.

Mon Dec 25, 2017 8:48 pm

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Seething, Seething, Seething.

So much Seething, Hate, Anger, Hate. Hate. Hate Hate. Hate. Hate.

Anything was better than ”That”. Even hate. Especially hate. Hate, Hate, Hate.

It felt good, it felt great. It pocketed away the nightmares, stashed them away as she could focus her mind on all of the anger, the red, the hate. There was one problem, however: Her hate had no target. There was nothing to hate against, She was just a ball of anger, angry at herself, the world, this life, of reality, but it was not targeted toward anything of valid substance.

All she needed was a target.

Somehow, the girl's transient adventures across the continent of Europe had ended up placing her into the country of France. It was the place of Romance as seen by many, romance, pastries, french fries, and well... a handful of wars.

Romance...

That was probably why the girl was in a particularly foul mood. It reminded her of ”her”, it reminded her of the wolf she loved so much. The one she killed, the one she would love until death. She wanted to die for her, instead the brutal irony of a role reversal was all that awaited Ceal, the Bolt of Ruin.

If she could not protect the ones even she loved so much, what was the point? She was an instrument of chaos, a torrential storm of despair and doom. In her infinite sorrow bred hate, it was a breeding ground for the volatile stuff like no other.

Who would have thought that the gentle canvas of an innocent maidens heart would be the one to turn the blackest of black? Slicked and slathered with the sticky darkness, painting a canvas of horror and hate. Hate, hate, hate.

While she was walking at a rather brisk and aggressive pace down the sidewalk accompanying a bunch of shops, she didn't even see the red haired main exit from one of the numerous doors, she didn't even see the bag in his hand, or the smell of freshly baked pastry.

All she could see was the red, the hate, the anger. All she could feel was the volatile energy rising up within her, building up, threatening to escape. She always had a problem controlling her power, it was like a wild horse, a feral beast. It took heavy concentration to reign it in, and right now... she didn't care to, She didn't want to control it, she wanted it to run wild.

Run wild it did, for a stray bolt of electricity shot straight towards the man. Rather, it shot straight towards the bag in his hand. Lest he moved, those delicious pastries would be done for.

Tue Dec 26, 2017 1:17 am

Alex

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Alas, poor Alexander, he was no master of reaction times, and he certainly wasn't ready for some blonde bitch to just fucking blast his God damn donuts out of his hand. So it was that they effectively burst and were scorched, falling to the ground in a heap of paper, crumbs, and embers. At first, Alex didn't really react at all. He just looked at the donuts, at this fucking sack of shit that just destroyed them, and then back to the donuts.

“Hey, uh, chicky-poo. Yeah, you with the face. Blondie, Tits, whatever you want me to call you.”

Hands in his pockets, Alex slowly approached this broad. She was pretty cute, actually. In normal circumstances, he might've tried to put the moves on 'er, give 'er the ol' one-two-“yo girl you down to fuck,” but this was not a standard situation for the wanderer. No, his singular goal today, the one thing he'd worked on for a good while now, had just been torn away from him in a literal flash. Once he made it there, he looked Ceal up and down once, before leaning down and putting a finger directly in her face.

“You just violated the fuckin' NAP real hard, you know that? And you know what they say. You violate that shit, all bets are off. So how's about you head on in there and spot me a new dozen donuts, before something goes down here that you're not gonna like. You feel me, cutie?”

Though he did find her notably attractive, the term “cutie” was spoken with all the disgust of referring to a cockroach or other such vermin. Alex didn't quite seem hostile, that wasn't the right way to describe his general aura, but he was certainly not friendly. One might have described it as a tiger waiting to pounce, though a more accurate analogy would be a slasher film villain watching a potential victim. There wasn't really a question in Alex's mind about whether or not he would slam this girl into the floor so hard she saw China, it was just whether or not she decided that was the way she wanted this to go.

After he finished speaking, Alex tilted his head slightly to the side, before poking Ceal on the forehead once. It wasn't forceful at all, just enough to slightly push back an average person's head. He wanted to make sure this chick got the message loud and clear, and it was probably his last concern to think about any sort of politeness. So yeah, it was a poke to the forehead. His hand was already in position, anyway, might as well go with that.

The hell was she gonna do about it?

Sun Jan 14, 2018 10:54 pm

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”Hey uh, chicky-poo” A voice called out to her. It was deep and husky, almost thuggish in tone. Someone to the right of her, and much bigger, was apparently looking at her with a grimace. A scowl like she had just stepped on his brand new Jordan’s. Who the fuck did he think he was? He was bigger, sure, but didn’t he read the atmosphere? This girl was a little ball of hysteria, a little ball of hate. It didn’t matter how much bigger you were, with a beast bares their faces, you step back. He didn’t take the hint, even when the girl scowled right back at the man.

”Tch!”

Angrily she clicked her tongue, continuing to scowl at the man. Her teeth bared, it was surprisingly easy for her to prepare for a fight with this man. Who cared if it was her fault to begin with, who cared how he felt? No one else could feel a sadness this dense, this deep. A dark well of eternal agony. She needed to fill it with something. A storm, a fire, anything. Something had to fill the void of the bleeding heart that she had. Would his blood suffice? Would the flesh of this irritating creature be enough?

She growled at him, the whiteness of her teeth gleaning in the harsh sunlight. Her brow twitched, a match lit. A fire burned in that hole inside her. Despite the fact he looked like a villain, or perhaps it was closer to thing that he looked like a slasher, or a killer, a predator perhaps.

Whatever he looked like didn’t matter, The beast within the girl was riled up, awakened. If he expected a damsel, a lass, he was in for a rude awakening. Perhaps once upon a time, it would have been a simple apology and a purchase of a dozen pastries for him. Once upon of time, the girl was normal. Happy.

Not today.

His poke was the spark. The flint that ignited the fire. Within her it roared. Within her a cry was let out, vicious and terrible at the same time. That one form of contact set it all off. A chain reaction, a reason, a motive. A motive.

”Hate!”

With one word uttered, it was on. The girl’s crimson gaze fell upon him again, the scowl deepening as her growl crescendoed into a full on roar as the aura of her soul expanded rapidly. The air around them would teem with the girl’s energies. It would excite the air, ionize the atmosphere as electrical charges zapped through the affected area. Hairs would stand on end, skin would crawl. With any luck, the man would grow wiser and back off.

Regardless if whether or not he did was of no consequence.

[Active: Disaster Field – 40%]

From her body, an uneasy sensation would fill the affected area as the girl unleashed one of her abilities originating from the Seal of Eris. It would feel like a miasma. Due to the man’s proximity to her, he’d be able to feel it. The slight nauseating pull on his mind, the very slight tingle across his skin as it prickled and prodded along it. The purpose of the ability was hard to discern at first for many. To some it would feel like a wasteful surge of her energy, but it was actually calculated. It would zap away stamina, strength, vigor. The longer one stayed within it’s domain, the more it would drain away.

”Kill...”

Fri Jan 19, 2018 11:15 pm

Alex

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A sane man might've seen all of this and gone “Oh shit, this chick's fuckin' dangerous, I better not do this.” But if one thing was abundantly, absolutely clear about Alex Vaugrenard, it was that he wasn't alright in the head. Sure, this chick might've pretty obviously been in a shitty mood, but why was he supposed to care? If she wanted to start something, it was on her, and her little noises and growls didn't put him off in the slightest.

“You alright there? Do you know how to say words, or are you just stupid? Growling doesn't get anything across, you know.”

It should be stressed that Alex knew perfectly well he was clearly messing with someone who was in a real bad place, and that this chick probably needed help. It was a real damn shame she'd destroyed those donuts, then, because he wasn't helping her after that one. Far as he was concerned, this was the natural order of things, and picking on her was a good way to lighten at least his mood, anyway. Something told him this'd have happened no matter what.

He did have to admit, though, her screeching “hate” at him like a mental patient did throw him off a bit, and he even took a step back in a primal response to the sudden loud noise. The hell was that? Why? What in the hell kind of shit was that? Alex was pretty sure even most of the really hostile people he'd met didn't just shriek assorted negativity at him, and he had to give credit where it was due, it did actually make him step off. More from the sound than the word, but hey, it still merited a little respect.

Of course, it looked like that wasn't the only thing she was doing, and that was when Alex's look of general disgust and disdain shifted into one of more...anger, as it were. What the hell was all this? Didn't feel right, no sir, and that was one thing he really didn't feel like dealing with today. It was just generally gross, and it might have been hard to discern, but lucky for Alex he really didn't give a shit what it was or how it worked.

“Kill? Don't gotta ask me twice, girly.”

All at once, Alex simply swung his fist upward in a direct, plain, unenhanced uppercut straight for her jaw. He'd thought about lighting up some Maiden Masher for this, but he doubted he'd need it so soon. Though he would certainly like to mash this maiden, that wasn't really the concern right now. All he wanted to do was pummel this bitch into the ground like a fucking tent stake.

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