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Post by Cherry Milerand on Jan 29, 2017 10:34:42 GMT -7
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I guess sometimes you just gotta let it out!
Cherry had been quite proud of her exit. She held it together nicely, shouted a little but didn't lose her temper, and killed 'em with kindness. It was all very good and the right thing to do and made her feel just spiffy, thank you very much! So she was kind of surprised when the lady actually came after her and stopped her from walking any further by wrapping her hands around her waist, just holding her put. She was even MORE surprised that she wasn't trying to kill Cherry upon catching up, or even maim her a little.
Actually probably the most surprising thing was that she was telling Cherry to get mad. To be mean. Saying she wasn't gonna return the favor. Well god damn it if she was gonna get an invitation like that then screw killing 'em with kindness, because Cherry was still mad, damn it!
Cherry pushed the woman's hands apart so that she wasn't holding her in place, and then spun around to face her.
"What is your problem!? Are you for real?? Like I just don't get it, okay! One minute you're sweet on me, the next you're acting like I pooped in your cereal, and now you're telling me to get mad at you all soft-like! What is this your bizarre way of apologizing, because just saying sorry would do! Or hell, maybe just telling me what got you in such a tizzy to begin with!"
She fisted her hands at her sides and stomped one of her heeled feet and made a loud irritable grunt, edging slightly closer. "I just wanted to have a good time with you! I wanted to sing to you! I wanted to make that dreary dump a little more lively, even if that meant making people laugh at me! What was the big problem with that, huh!? Why did you have to get so nasty about it!? If you hate fun and get violent every time someone tries to make you smile, you're never gonna be happy, and that's just sad! Is that really worth being such a perpetual edgelord???"
Now that she'd said all of that out loud, she almost felt silly. Her anger quickly dissipated, and she sighed, straightening a little and crossing her arms and tapping her foot. "And you should tell me your name," she said, her voice sounding like a grumble even though it was evident already that she'd pretty much spat out any of her anger. She sounded more like a pouting child now. "Because I keep calling you hook-hand in my head and that just won't do. Nope."
Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 29, 2017 10:56:22 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] She was worried for a moment that the woman was going to insist on being nice. That she wasn't really a person so much as a walking outlet of goodness... And she was thankful when the woman took Leigh down a few pegs. In fact, in had her smirking, particularly at some of the more creative insults. It would be one thing, after all, to call Leigh mean or distant -- but to call her a perpetual edgelord? Leigh couldn't help but let off a small chuckle.
She also couldn't help but find the woman really damn attractive. She didn't want her to just climb on up and have a good time (well, she did, but also)... She wanted to talk to her more. She wanted to rewind a little, and let the humiliation happen. Maybe a little bit less to her. Maybe she'd take more of a backseat. Drop the girl's hand and go sit down to watch the performance, not be a part of it. And then after, she could buy the girl a drink, and they could go walk around whatever place in Vieri was the closest thing to a beach. A lake, maybe.
"Leigh," She told the woman after smirking at her for far too long a time, "And I guess you could tell me your's, unless you enjoy nicknames, Teapot." She didn't wait for her to respond, to tell her a name, or to get steamed up about the nickname - whatever reaction she might have - instead permitting her something Leigh wouldn't let most people have, "You make a pretty good assessment for someone who likes fruity drinks and wears something like that to a seedy pub," The way her hand had drifted closer to Cherry's waist belied her insults, proving them to be a good-hearted tease.
"I'm an asshole. I had a thought pop into my head that you were all makin' whoopee at my expense, and I reacted the way I react, and-- You remind me of someone." Leigh shrugged a bit, avoiding Cherry's eyes. But just as quickly as she'd done any opening up, it was closed and her eyes were teasing once more, "Got any more insults? I think I still owe you a fair few shots."
Post by Cherry Milerand on Feb 4, 2017 20:22:26 GMT -7
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Like Jekyll and Hyde... Interesting
Cherry had stated a moment ago that this was woman was like hot and cold, shifting between them quickly, and now was no different. She was back to being sweet where moments ago she had been terrible, and if it weren't for the fact that hook-hand - that Leigh - was probably at least a little inebriated when Cherry had arrived, Cherry might have suspected some sort of bipolar disorder.
But instead, Leigh actually, surprisingly, explained herself. Probably having a rough day. Impulsively reacted to a negative thought. Cherry reminded her of someone who was possibly unpleasant to think about. Amelia, maybe? She'd caught that name earlier.
She sighed as she let Leigh's hands wander again, and let herself get a little more comfortable in the light hold. "No, no, no more insults. I had my little vent. Maybe you'd prefer different, but I'm a pretty easy-going gal, you know. If you want more insults you're gonna have to rile me up again, and," she said, quickly raising her finger and wagging it at Leigh in a playful sort of reprimand, "You had really better just not!" She met the other woman's smirk with one of her own, dropping her hand a bit so that her fingers began to fiddle with the loose threads on Leigh's shirt, near the neckline. These clothes... "Name's Cherry, by the way. Though not gonna lie, teapot is kind of cute. I might like that. And as for my assessment..."
Fluidly, Cherry ducked and slipped out of Leigh's hands, spinning on her heel and coming back up to her full height a few feet away, her back already turned. She was walking away at a very slow pace, tottering almost, with her hands behind her back and her face pointed towards the sky. "I've been around the block a good few times. And I'm a lot more observant than people tend to think. They see the beautiful fashionista and assume she's an airhead~" She spun again, bending forward at the waist a bit as she looked back at Leigh, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "It's easy to let them think so. They never know to look out for you when they do. Oooooooh."
Really, Cherry's implications probably made her sound more dangerous than she was, but that was part of the charm after all. This Leigh character was clearly the rough and tumble sort. She'd probably appreciate the mental image of Cherry being a bit more badass than may have been realistically true.
Post by Leigh Haskell on Feb 5, 2017 10:42:21 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] She gave another scoffing laugh at this act, feeling herself grow more fond of the ridiculousness of this girl by the second. Sure, it wasn't her usual type - it wasn't the danger of Kali, nor the desire to be a mentor to Nicole, and it wasn't what she felt for the usual noble woman either. A want to show them what they were missing. This girl was a distraction, the exact thing Leigh had been looking for. She made Leigh forget everything - she wasn't a criminal, a pirate, she hadn't lost Amelia or Karenina. She was a girl in a bar who had met another girl in a bar and now the other girl was going to make her laugh (as much as Leigh did), and Leigh would hopefully not scare her off.
"Yeah?" She responded, her hands meeting her hips in an almost disapproving stance - but her tone belied the seriousness of it, "What else do 'they' need to look out for, huh?" She stepped a little closer to Cherry, not as close as before, but she didn't quite like the distance Cherry had created. Her hands stayed locked in place, and a smirk had found a way to colour her expression once more, "Is the little teapot gonna boil over and burn 'em? Or is it just all smart talk?"
Post by Cherry Milerand on Feb 5, 2017 10:54:17 GMT -7
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ask and ye shall receive!
"Well," she started, standing straight again and tapping a finger against her chin. "They don't stop and think 'oh, that girl could be a pretty mean swing with a cudgel.' They start thinkin' 'oh, she probably faints at the sight of dirt.' They don't think the delicate rich girl is gonna beat them to the buried treasure in that deep mine they're diving into. And aaaaalso.... they don't expect the most unexpected type of attack there is!"
Cherry decided she'd try a little teasing, thinking that perhaps it was safer now that there wasn't an audience, and she wasn't gonna do anything serious. She just waved her finger, and the little bits of thread on Leigh's shirt began to start coming undone, being pulled lightly apart until her neckline was dipping a little deeper than usual, almost worryingly. Cherry managed to get a giggle out of the surprise on the woman's face from having her clothes start to fall apart, but she quickly repaired the damage. Another wave of her finger saw the threads linking themselves back into place, more or less, though perhaps looser now than before.
"I'm no mage, but any fashion designer worth her salt knows some basic spells to help her out with tailoring... though, you know, I can just," she stamped her foot for emphasis, "never put it back the same way with the magic as it was before I took it apart."
She stepped closer again, mirroring Leigh's step and more or less removing the distance that was there, once again putting them into each other's bubble. She fiddled with the threads with her fingers again, like earlier, this time toying at how loose she'd made them. "If you want me to fix this up, I might have to go for a personal touch. Do it by hand, you know?"
Post by Leigh Haskell on Feb 5, 2017 21:11:37 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] Leigh had to admit that she'd be about the same as everyone else. She couldn't imagine this woman wielding any weapon, less a cudgel, which seemed inherently brutish. She also couldn't imagine her spelunking, in fact - she seemed like the type who'd cringe at mud. So if Teapot wasn't just imagining herself a new personality, she had just become much more interesting to Leigh.
And that interest only grew when she suddenly waved her finger and Leigh's shirt began to come undone. She was surprised at first (more at the magic than anything else), but quickly permitted herself a smirk once she realized that the streets weren't particularly busy. Another wave and the feeling of light wind on her chest disappeared, her shirt mostly sorted. Teapot seemed a little bothered by the 'imperfection' she'd put it back together with, but Leigh could honestly admit to not noticing a difference.
She raised her hand to Cherry's as the girl fiddled with the threads, her thumb loosely rubbing at the base of Teapot's green palm just as she had offered to 'fix' Leigh up. "There are easier ways to undress a girl," The side of her mouth quirked up as she spoke and her tone held enough levity to make it feel like a light flirtation, nothing too imposing. She didn't just want to bed the little Teapot, as fun as that would be. The woman was pretty fun.
She continued after letting her joke land, a little more serious, "To be honest, I don't think this thing has ever seen proper hands for fixin', but has been in its fair share of battles." She adjusted her arm so that the tear from the bullet in Magei was visible, a clean slice through the arm of the leather, the movement also worked as a way for her hand to drift down Cherry's arm, "If I tell you it's my birthday, think you'd cut me a deal?"
Post by Cherry Milerand on Feb 6, 2017 18:05:33 GMT -7
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Oooh, battles... wanna hear about 'em...
Cherry's grin grew in its mischievous quality at Leigh's little 'undressing' remark, and she found herself thinking that when Leigh wasn't being a short-fused terror, she was quite suave. And she mentioned having been in multiple battles before, so she obviously had some adventurous stories to tell. Cherry was interested in hearing them. In getting to know Leigh, and preferably doing it somewhere more cozy and private. Did she intend for things to escalate to intimate levels? Well, not especially, that really just depended on how things went. Wait and see, and all that! But even if things stayed remarkably simple, Cherry wanted to have some alone time.
"Tell you what," she said, wiggling lightly back and forth in Leigh's hold. "Are you particularly attached to Vieri? Because I've got a conjurer on standby to send me back home, to Niseca, anytime I'm ready. I could take you to my place, maybe make some tea, or wine, or ale, and..." She stood up on her toes, leaning to whisper as though saying something salacious. "Make you a kickass new outfit."
She giggled as she pulled way. "And all you'll owe me for this lovely little gesture of mine, is a bit of your free time, and a story or two!"
Post by Leigh Haskell on Feb 8, 2017 14:37:08 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] She couldn't say no to an invitation like that, could she? No, Leigh was a sucker for a pretty face. Going home with a beautiful girl, a girl who had an attitude, a girl who seemed to know pretty well what she wanted. Cherry could have had an SSPB badge sitting on her belt and Leigh still would have said yes. She didn't care that the rest of the crew was expecting her back at the airship with a bit of lightning. They'd assume she'd been caught or killed, and move on. She'd appear back on the Grail at some point, and deal with consequences then.
Consequences were always future Leigh's problem.
Then again, she'd only just worked off the consequences of her last indiscretion. If she ended up in a cell again, she might not be lucky enough to see Wight's ugly mug again. She might be left to the dogs - and Niseca was full of Woodrow's officers. One wrong step and she'd get a noose to accessorize her new outfit.
Then Cherry raised herself up on tiptoes and whispered against Leigh, and the decision was made. "Deal," It didn't matter that what Cherry had said had nothing to do with what Leigh most wanted. It was the way she'd said it, the way her breath had flitted across Leigh's chin and neck, the way it was... Innocuous as much as it wasn't. Elorran's curse, she was so much like Amelia.
"And of course you have a conjurer on standby," She gathered herself once more and smirked, "Been waiting to see a lumbering bodyguard, too, feel a bit insulted I'm not threatening enough. Or do the cudgels take care of that?"
Post by Cherry Milerand on Feb 8, 2017 19:15:22 GMT -7
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I foresee some f~u~n
She agreed, almost too quickly, but hey, Cherry wasn't going to complain about eagerness. This was perfect! Honestly, there was nothing like the itch to create, and right now, looking Leigh's outfit and seeing how much more flattering but also practical it could be made her really need to scratch that itch. Well, and maybe another itch, but that was less immediately important.
Cherry quickly shot out of Leigh's hold like a firecracker, deftly avoiding cutting her own outfit on the hook despite the quickness of the motion, and did a couple of excited hops in front of the woman, her fingers clapping together rapidly three times. "Perfect! Let's go immediately!"
And without a second thought she was turning east, towards one of the docking ports that mages used as access areas for travel. She got a laugh out of Leigh's remark, ending with the quip on the cudgels, and Cherry simply threw a sassy smirk over her shoulder at the other woman. "Hey, don't go knockin' the cudgels! When you're treasure-hunting in a dark cave and need something blunt to beat back the giant moles or cave gators, you can't go wrong with a cudgel! You also learn how to do a pretty mean overhand swing, so it's a natural fit, really. But anyway, I'm obviously just too ferocious to need a body-guard I mean come on. Get a look at all this!"
She stopped in her march, turned to face Leigh, and did a couple of exaggerated flexes. "Terrifying, right?"
Post by Leigh Haskell on Feb 9, 2017 10:32:35 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] Cherry's energy was almost too much for Leigh to take. She was used to a certain darkness - or a certain casual feeling in the women she pursued. Cherry was neither of those things. She didn't walk so much as bound and skip, and when she spoke her voice lilted in a sing-song way that would have felt performative if it wasn't for that sparkle in her eye. The one that said she was in on the joke, and that made it not a joke.
Perhaps it was because she was still working off the four ales, or because she was used to walking with uneven gait on a ship bouncing with the current - but she found herself moving quickly to keep up with Cherry. Even though Leigh towered over the other girl, and thus had legs that were longer, the little Teapot's marching was keeping her paces ahead of the other woman. Leigh didn't mind. She would follow, and she would listen.
As Cherry explained her love of cudgels, Leigh tried to imagine it. The little Teapot in some dirty-arse, dank cave; smacking a gator with a glorified stick. She let her mind wander over what Cherry would wear. Would it be decent protective gear for spelunking, something stylish - or perhaps in caves she turned into more a wild child. Stick-smacking seemed like the sort of thing that was only done by cave people wearing loin cloths... And Leigh could definitely get behind that image. Flashes of green skin. Dirt smudges on her cheeks, her collarbone. Sweat glistening between her t-- The stylish lamini would certainly deny it if Leigh teased her about it, and then tell her all about the stylish and utilitarian spelunking outfits she made. One for each day, perhaps. In different colours. Maybe she'd model them for Leigh.
Lost in her imagination as they walked, she almost didn't halt her pace in time as Cherry spun on her and started to show off her... "Muscles". Leigh quirked her brows and her lips at the same time, looking down on the woman in amusement. She thought of Kali then, just for a moment. She thought of how strongly built the satyr was, of the scars that decorated each muscle, of how intense she always felt. Cherry was Kali's opposite in almost every way. Mostly flimsy (alright, she could fend off a mole, Leigh could give her that much), fancy dresser, and there wasn't that heat there was with the satyr. No heat, but there was something else. Something that kept Leigh's arm hair on end, and her eyes locked on Cherry.
"Got me shakin' in my boots," She joked plainly, running her hand over the bicep the lamini was displaying and pushing the girl's arm back down lightly-- "How'm I s'posed to feel safe when you keep waving those things around?"
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