Badass Explosion-Making Angel Lady

With no hesitation and a satisfying crack, Marlow slapped Kee across the face. “I don’t give a damn what you say about me, but don’t you dare suggest one fucking thing about Krugarr. Learn some fucking manners.”

             ‘ your outburst is VALID, but i could technically be branded a                    w a r criminal by the entire universe should they K N O W i am                    the reason that titan was able to kill h a l f the galaxy’s population.                    i meant SANE in the sense that you, comparatively, seem normal,                    jet fuel-drinking A S I D E. had i meant to ask her then i would not                   be HERE talking to you. ‘

              ‘ honestly? you just give off a C A L M E R vibe than some                     of the o t h e r s. had i known EVERYONE was this crazy i                     would have just gone && asked s t a k a r for advice. sometimes                     i wonder if i am one of the few S A N E beings around here. ‘

“I saw no other way of getting you down without hurting your wings in the process, if you wish to call me ungentlemanly then I guess I will just have to have that cross to bare.” Loki comes closer to her and offers a hand to help her up “I never said that I was a gentlemen in the first place by the way and if I do not say it then you opinion is not needed on the subject.” He looks at her with narrowed eyes “You are lucky you are not still hanging there being as I am on my way to conduct some important business and cutting down strange winged woman is not a part of said business.” Loki then cocks an eyebrow at her “Well, do you want help up off your rear or not?”

She snarled, refusing to even consider admitting that he was right. She wouldn’t have gotten out on her own, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. “My opinion ain’t needed most places, princess. Don’t mean I give a shit.” If she were honest, she didn’t think she was necessary in the first place. Kee could disappear entirely, and the universe would be no worse off than it was before. “I’m on my feet already. Or are ya gonna start spoutin’ some shit about bein’ lawful and good and not wastin’ my huge potential or some shit?”

he falls QUIET for a moment, letting out a sigh as his eyes r o l l e d && he pressed his thumb && forefinger to his temples, R U B B I N G at them gently as he thought.

              ‘ forget i asked, then. i just do not want him to                     pick up any B A D habits like some children i                     know. ‘

              ‘ think about who E L S E i could be asking && think about                     what t h e i r answers would be. then look at THEIR children.                     i feel like you are one of the b e t t e r people to ask in regards                     to this subject. ‘

❛ Oh, of course, there’s plenty to observe here on Homeworld. My sisters are far more qualified to be giving tours and dictating what you can and cannot see. But, I suppose I could give it a chance this time around. ❜

“It’s not on purpose!”

“If I had a choice I wouldn’t go near you!”

“Please don’t bite me. Not a big fan of that honestly, don’t see much appeal. In really any context.”

His fists were starting to ball at his sides as he listened to her speak. Normally, he was okay with people complaining about situations. But this — this just seemed like someone looking to pick a fight. Which given what was going on around them was the last thing he wanted to deal with. If anything, he’d rather focus on the battle, on making certain everyone wouldn’t die because he wasn’t paying attention to just how the battle was going. “Because those people can give you the sort of explosions that might work without killing everyone around you,” Steve pointed out, trying not to allow the frustration to show in his voice. If she honestly wanted explosives she would need to find someone who could give her something that wouldn’t kill their whole damn team. “You want the plan? You’re working with a team and that means working together. Everyone has their part. Now if you want to work with us instead of just looking for things to blow up then I will tell you just what our plan is. Otherwise you’re on your own.”

Kee was the kind of girl that women loved to hate. She, indeed, was an adult, but so young that she still had the exuberance of youth. She had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect, and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn’t just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty.

“Do you truly expect me to bend to your rules? I’m only here to seek for a safe night at a place— money isn’t a problem.”

Lips willingly offering her a genuine smile, the soldier nodded softly, gaze therefore gracing the magnificence of her body on display. “I’m sure any other drunk man would comply to buying you drinks whatsoever.”

Originally posted by bishopl

She was thirty-two. She didn’t have exuberance of youth. She talked like any other backwater Missouri hick without a high school diploma, and sat like a man, and her mood soured when he rejected her outright. She wasn’t here to smile and flirt with sad-eyed waifs. Or men. Whatever term applied to waifish men.

She curled her lips into a sneer, unimpressed and a bit confused. “A safe night at a place?” How specific. Was he propositioning her, or just trying to find a place to stay in? She didn’t miss his eyes dropping from her face, and while she normally wouldn’t mind, she had laid her conditions out pretty clearly. It wasn’t an I want to be challenged by a strong man kind of night.  “Do I look like a GPS to you? Like I said. Three drinks, or stop droolin’ over my tits, and piss off.”

Closed interaction with @arkhevia

The Forbidden Snake Bar: the name amused James, but it was accurate enough. Steve, his pal, once talked about being accepted years ago and would renew his membership ever since, when appropriate. It was a useful venue for contacts, though he find it odd that he would fly all the way there when there were clearly enough places in New York to please him.

The bathrooms were a sanctuary of silence. The restaurant was fastidious, if unimaginitive, in its grilled meats and selection of wines. The bar was comfortable for lousy-voiced conversations and discussions beyond boardroom doors. Tonight he’d be there to seek shelter over drinks, but it wouldn’t stop the former soldier to let alcohol soothe his worries of the day.

Taking a seat right next to a certain female, his gaze then met hers, a hand swiftly curling its fingers around the beer thrown his way. “Gentlemen must crave your attention…”

Originally posted by infinidadesua

Ugh. She’d spent a good ten minutes in the bathroom not half an hour ago, still annoyed that that was what had constituted for a quickie, at least according to the poor sod that bought her a drink. Her ass still hurt from where it had been shoved up against the sink. Probably should have just smashed the damn thing, scared the guy and ran off with his cash. She’d only been allowed in here with her current employer. Not like she had the cash or the desire to commit to a club like this.

Still, she had until tomorrow to start the job, and a good fifty bucks cash up front to throw away on drinks tonight. Kee bristled as someone sat down next to her, reeking of New York. She was only in Chicago for work, a few thousand on tracking this guy’s old lover and taking him out, and gas for the trip back to Manhattan.

At least he had a semblance of tact. Kee pulled a wry snark and gestured. “Yep. Line starts over there. Entrance fee is three rounds of booze -- th’ good shit, not any of that four-buck paint thinner y’all think pass for beer.”