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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/22/2017 9:57:59 PM
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[b][i]Black Widow Weavin’ Evil Notions[/i][/b]
[i]“Dark secrets bein' spun in your web
Good men goin' down in your ocean
They can't swim 'cause they're tied to your bed”
- AC/DC[/i]
[b]Inside the Dojo Plaza, Dojo, Tatakai[/b]
[i]She’d appeared instantaneously, without sound or bright flash, off in a corner in the central plaza of the Dojo. While it wasn’t her preferred hiding place, she took what she was given. Inferno had guaranteed her survival, and Lucien had removed the parasite from her body. Truth be told, she was simply happy to be alive. Stepping out from the corner, she surveyed her surroundings. The woman was tall and most certainly a goddess in her appearance. Her complexion was fair, her hair chestnut and glossy. Her eyes were a deep blue, looking innocent and ever-playful. She wore a pair of form-fitting jeans and a fur coat, along with a beanie, as well as a pair of Converses. Her rather regular appearance betrayed the gear in her backpack and the gear on her person, none of which was visible. Putting on a smile, she set forth to go to the quarters that Paris had procured for her. Finally, she was back doing what she had been best at; getting information.[/i]
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"And I'M called a sl*t." Alpha said, walking towards Widow in her new Exo. "Goddamn." She crossed her arms, laughing "but a furry is probably the last thing from your mind, right?" She held a cigarette, but her hand shook ever so slightly
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“Rather rude, now isn’t it?” [i]The woman replied, sizing up the individual who had approached.[/i] [i]Despite not having her own armor on, the woman showed no sign of intimidation or any surprise at Alpha’s appearance.[/i] “Expect the unexpected. Sometimes there are stranger things than talking goats.” [i]Boy oh boy was that true... She’d seen an angry Lucien.[/i]
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And yet, Alpha bore on of Lucien's favorite calling cards: a hebrew brand. If Widow knew anything about it, she'd be able to read it as "Liar." Didn't seem like Lucien to brand her thus for petty reasons. "I have a habit of saying the first thing that pops in my head. Name's Alpha."
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“Brand reads Liar... not something anyone would carry around willingly...” [i]She did not hint at her knowledge of Lucien, but she made it clear that she wanted to know what the deal with the brand was.[/i]
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"And not something that this someone is willing to divulge." She said, going on the defensive
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“I understand. We’ve all got our own scars.” [i]She’d shifted into a more friendly and sincere attitude. That was her backup for handling people. If she couldn’t flirt, she took up a more motherly and caring role.[/i]
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Which, as coincidence would have it, would be the same role Alpha had gone without for years. It shocked her and put her off her guard "What?"
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“If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t force you to. I’ve been through my fair deal of rough things, and I don’t like talking about them.” [i]She said. What Alpha wouldn’t know was that this was in large measure a facade. However there was some sincerity in her words, for she too was familiar with what Lucien could do.[/i]
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"That's a change of pace. Most people here wouldn't stop till I told them." She said blankly
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“Most people don’t understand psychological and physical trauma.” [i]She said with a shrug.[/i]
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"Yeah. Yeah I...understand. It's actually how I got the brand. One of lucien's uh.....Proteges?"
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[i]She nodded.[/i] “You were one of his experiments?” [i]She asked, taking a bit of a leap, to test the waters.[/i]
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"If he also goes by "The Boogeyman", yes. I had to completely bypass my own means of speech to talk again." In truth, she did sound slightly modular
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“That... that sounds like him.” [i]She said, a slight shiver visible in her movement.[/i] “But I don’t think he goes by “The Boogeyman...””
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"Whoever it was....they'll suffer if I ever see them again and get my way."
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“Just don’t get yourself killed.” [i]She said, a sincere statement.[/i]
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[i]The pacing of heavy, multi-layered armor came to the ears of the Widow. Starting quietly, and growing in volume as its source began to approach the woman, said source was soon made visible. If any appearance could warrant the adjective of loud, this one did. Each and every piece of the man's armor was crafted from some form of gold-based alloy, the metal reflecting all the heavy sunlight that fell upon it, creating a shimmering haze that blotted out detail, rendering the figure a golden silhouette that blinded onlookers. The only part of the thing clearly visible and identifiable were his eyes, gleaming ruby irises that pierced through the veil of golden light surrounding its face. It walked towards her, but not at her, and it's indifference weighed as heavily upon her and those surrounding her as the doom of omnipotence.[/i]
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[i]She’d heard of this man from her prior encounter with another just a little while ago, and she couldn’t help but grin upon seeing him. This man had to have been the Golden King, or otherwise she’d been lied to about how unique he was. Unlike others in the surrounding proximity, she had not been intimidated, but rather, she approached him.[/i]
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[i]The man's pace, for now the silhouette was clearly definable as that of a man, did not change in the slightest. Even as the woman approached, the steps fell steadily and without fail in accordance to the pattern.[/i]
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[i]They were walking right to each other. She’d clearly not been concerned about his royalty, whether it was respected or not in the Dojo. This was a business opportunity, one she didn’t want to pass up. Like a gambler, she’d put on her poker face and she was not about to fold.[/i]
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[i]Then she would be crushed, or knocked aside. The golden man did not waver, and had no poker face, for he was invested in this encounter in any manner. The only thing that changed about him was the constant rotation of his head, staring about at passerby's.[/i]
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“The Golden King... You know your name’s gotten around...” [i]She remarked, sweeping up beside him and matching his pace. The woman gave off an aura of interest. She was intriguing to say the least.[/i]
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"[b]I am unsurprised. The mongrels must have something to speak of, lest they begin to comprehend their own inconsequential existence and panic.[/b]" [i]The King's gaze laid straight ahead, unneeding of the unwelcome newcomer. His voice matched his appearance in its deep, sonorous, and regal quality, commanding authority and respect from weak-minded individuals. To those able to resist its charismatic influence, it was pleasant to listen to, if not infuriating in its arrogance.[/i] "[b]There is no decency, no discretion, and no privacy amongst them. Beasts they are, and beasts are naked in all their affairs.[/b]"
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“Such is the state of man, naked and afraid, needing the hand of a woman.” [i]She cooed. There was no state of regality about her, but rather a sweet and enticing nature, a playfulness that perhaps bordered on lust. For one as trained as she was, there was no attractive quality to his words. He was a born and bred demagogue, and she’d known plenty of those in her life. Nonetheless, she did not betray her inner thoughts. To him, she would appear attracted to it, perhaps aroused by it. [/i] “Leadership’s a hard quality to find... but they tell me that you are not lacking.”
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"[b]Funny. They'd told me something similar about sultry whores, and yet...here I find you, mongrel, pressing yourself upon me with all the fervor of a b*tch in heat.[/b]" [i]The woman was beginning to irritate the King, and this hosed in his tones. Her looks and mannerisms had no effect on him, and he blew off her attempts of seduction with disinterest.[/i] "[b]Why do you bother me with your presence? I do not wish for such a fine day to be sullied by the desperation of one such as you for too long.[/b]" [spoiler]Apologies...Gil's a bit...abrasive...[/spoiler]
