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“Got it.”

She feels like a robot, like a mechanical thing. Her heartbeat is pounding painfully in her chest, like it’s trying to break through the confines of it’s cage of ribs and muscle and skin, but Darcy’s thoughts have slowed to the cadence of Vic’s voice, of moving her feet one after the other, of leaning against her van as if she were casually waiting for something.

It’s strange to think that, of all the people she could have gone to after accidentally killing someone, it’s Vict.or Cre.ed she’d immediately sought out in her near-hysteria. Even stranger is that her murderous friend speaks to her patiently, kindly; that he has agreed to help her with a corpse.

“Jeeeeesus, Vic.”

Her strange and terrible friend preens over his gift, who moans in what could only be acute pain. Darcy knows that the fact the guy isn’t dead is also another gift from the feline-like mutant and when she kneels next the dude who is quickly becoming a patchwork of bruises and cuts (and maybe some broken bones), she sighs.

“Hey! Hey dude!        You awake?”

He opens eyes, bloodshot and watery blue, and nods; he keeps his gaze squarely on her and not on Victor, who towers over them at nearly seven feet tall.

“Oh, good, okay, cool.”

Vibe check– A devious part of her whispers.(The part, she thinks, that keeps Vic visiting every now and again. Sometimes weeks between, sometimes months.This last gap? A few years.She’d thought, maybe, that he’d died. To see him again, even with such a grisly package, is like Vaseline on chapped lips in the middle of winter.

Sticky and unpleasant, but needed and full of relief)

“You learn your lesson?      About how not to be a gross creep to girls on the street?”

Because you never know which one is friends with Sabertooth.

The man whimpers and nods, his lips twisting in a pathetic drool-and-blood coated attempt at confirmation.

“Cool.         Call yourself an Uber and go to the hospital, guy.         Tell ‘em you got your ass kicked by some randos at a bar or something.                    Don’t say anything about me or my buddy here, okay?                    He’ll know.”

And the man scampers off, limping with a leg that must have been broken, powered only by that instinctual need to continue living; leaving Victor and Darcy in the cold outside of her apartment.She grins up at him, a little shy.

Have you ever seen a small, almost chubby woman throw herself at a very tall kitty man? You have now.

Darcy is wrapped around him-- she’s still not certain how she managed to lob herself directly at his neck, particularly because her lower body strength is minimal if not none, and those legs of hers barely make it all the way around his hips, but she deals with it.

“Where have you been you big asshole!” It’s not a question, not really, as she buries her face in that golden hair, promptly ready for him to either throw her off in irritation or laugh at her desperate affection.

My Result: Chaotic Good 93%

You have a sound moral compass, helping those in need, though tend to see rules as suggestions (or, in some cases, limitations). Hence, you mostly confront oppression in all its forms, be it some dark overlord or the school bully, while you simultaneously may run into trouble with authority. Not that you particularly mind, for you believe that freedom is the ultimate good, mirroring the archetypal "rebel hero". 

Neutral Good (89%)

Lawful Good (72%)

True Neutral (61%)

Lawful Neutral (53%)

Chaotic Neutral (46%)

Lawful Evil (34%)

Neutral Evil (19%)

Chaotic Evil (9%)

Visit: Which is Your Morality Alignment?

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