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2. Look, he's a hot korean guy with a motorcycle and a great ass. I'm gonna do head-tiltingly kinky shit with him.
3. Don't judge me like that. At least the house is getting cleaned. If I have to drink and listen to Disney music on repeat for that to happen, so be it.
4. Come over. We have half a bottle of jumbo champagne left and no boyfriends to slow us down
5. and if anyone tells you differently, just say that cussing is an indicator that you're in touch with your emotions, thank you very fucking much
6. text her!
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She grits her teeth, not even bothering to look at the wound, knowing that it's already starting to knit itself back together. Might scare this idiot, but probably not knowing what she's seen so far. Her eyes start to glow again, a side-effect of her phoenix powers working to heal the bullet wound, and instead once the thug turns his back like an idiot, she flicks a hand and manifests a group of fiery blades around the punk, drawing herself up to full height, looking absolutely pissed, blatantly ignoring the fact her shoulder's already healing. ]
Drop the gun, get the fuck out of here. You've got to three before you become fucking ashes on the pavement.
[ She won't actually kill the guy, but boy will she scare the everliving shit out of him if she can. There's one last ace up the sleeve she's got here. ]
One...
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Then he throws the gun down and runs right off in the night, leaving the two of them behind. ]
Hehe, thanks for doing that, Miss. [ ... ] It looks like your wound healed up easily, so I won't bother asking about that...but what made you decide not to attack him?
[ Though he'll give her a look over. Sure, he doesn't usually worry too much about others or anyone but himself...and yet, he does a little - some form of compensation for really saving him there. ]
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Yeah, it'll be fine... don't worry about it.
[ She gingerly touches the area where the wound is before she sighs again in frustration, taking off her jacket and boring holes into the hole in the material. ]
I liked this one, too.
[ At the question, though, she hums. ]
I would've if he tried shooting again, but not to kill. Sometimes these guys just need to be scared straight.
[ Never mind that it was her code to not kill unless absolutely necessary. ]
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Maybe I can make you another one with enough time and materials.
[ A Fool needs to be able to improvise with clothing just in case it's necessary for a "show", after all. ]
They're lucky you're really kind. I'm sure back home guys like these would've gotten themselves seriously injured if they picked a fight with a certain someone I know with fire powers! Or, well, actually they'd be dead.
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Instead, she shrugs, frowning and wrinkling her nose. ]
Don't worry about it. They might've been willing to try and kidnap you, but ... [ She shakes her head. ]
Not worth it. Never mind that I'd rather not draw more unnecessary attention. She says, having just scared the piss out of a thug with fire constructs...
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I guess that's true. Though I doubt anyone would be willing to get involved~
Anyway, with that being done, I think we should exchange pleasantries, right?
[ Ah, well, with that being said he gives her a smile before he does a little theatrical, proper bow. ]
My name is Campanella, and my allies have alternatively called me "The Fool" when appropiate. What's your name, lady? And...I'm not familiar with this city, so I might ask for a little more help.
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Anyway, you can call me Madsen. I was just on my way home from work when I noticed those guys harassing you. Long shift.
[ She picks up her duffel bag, having dropped it during the scuffle, wiggling it a little for emphasis. ]
What brings you around these parts, then?
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It's sad that some men really don't know how to behave themselves, really. But, it's really nice to meet you, Madsen.
[ He'll be smiling at her, though at the question... ]
Well, I had just finished up a task back home, and I was even heading back to my...residence [ He had to think of that because he doesn't have a traditional home rip. ] when suddenly I found myself here in a blink of an eye. As unbelievable as that sounds.
I was kind of caught off-guard and ended up bumping into one of those impudent guys back there. So, I'm really effectively lost.
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That's no good. Was there anything going on that might've triggered this to happen? Sudden teleporting like that is a bit weird.
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...Hmm, not really.
[ . . . ]
Or maybe there was something. After all, there was a demon raging back in the city I had been in quite awhile ago, so maybe that could have something to do with it? Unfortunately, I have no idea about how it'll effect things to this extent, though.
[ Actually, he has an idea but it has to do with his direct involvement in shady dealings so he'd rather not present it at this time. ]
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[ Yeah, definitely texting Amadi. Maybe a couple of the others that might be a little more knowledgeable about that sort of thing. Madsen wrinkles her nose, fingers twitching a little. Problem is that knowing this might be an actual thing has her a bit more on-guard than she was previously. ]
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I promise I won't be a burden. Hehe, to you, anyway.
[ ... ]
Unless...a place called "Erebonia" sounds familiar to you?
[ He'll look her over again, properly this time. He doubts that it would ring a bell, judging by the clothing he's seen people wear, her included. ]
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Doesn't ring any bells, sorry.
[ She frowns, wrinkling her nose again before she pulls out her phone to send a quick text about a potential situation that they'll need to look into. Might as well do it now while the memory of everything is still fresh. ]
But... I guess that's alright. Come on, my apartment isn't far.