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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/28/2017 7:38:27 AM
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[i]And to Helena, it was a nice, if slow, jog, all relaxed and comfortable, but that was because she wasn't generic lady with wings number 300. She grinned when Victoria cut herself off again, the smile going unseen because of her helmet.[/i]
"Y're a fast learner indeed... perfect. For where I'm goin', I dunno, Vic. Away from the feds."
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"Thanks." V grinned a little at the compliment, but it vanished quickly back to a rather neutral expression. "I could always fly you out of town or something. I doubt they'd think to look up. Most people don't..."
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"No." [i]Well... that was a very short, straightforward, and definite answer. Seemed Helena was very much against getting flown... not that it would've been easy on Victoria, either, since the woman stood at a good six feet and two inches, undoubtedly boosted a tad by her helmet and boots.[/i]
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Edited by Stitch: 11/28/2017 7:06:43 PM"Ummm....Anyway I could help? Or anything? Why don't we go...uhh sit at a bar?....That's something you people do around here, right?" The winged girl just kept talking as if she couldn't shut up.
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"For real, though, can ya, like... [i]shut the fuсk up.[/i]" [i]She dramatically rolled her eyes, transitioning from a light jog into a slow walk, only to then stop completely. The two stood before another bar, this one rather similar to the first; just as rustic and cozy.[/i]
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Edited by Stitch: 11/28/2017 7:31:08 PM"Y-Yeah, sorry....Oops! Sorr-Wait, I-I'll j-just stop...." Victoria's head and wings drooped as she kept following. Her black hair covered her face almost completely.
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[i]Hel kept running for a good handful of minutes after, only to come to a skidding stop by a manhole cover. She rolled her shoulders, squatting down by it, her left hand fishing through the insides of her trench coat, until her fingers wrapped around what she needed. Nonchalantly, she pulled out a rust brown crowbar, starting to lift the metal lid off of the sewer entrance.[/i]
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"Wait, we're not going in the bar?" Victoria just continued following, confused why they had just stopped at a bar for no reason at all. "...You're going underground?"
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"No. Watch 'n learn." [i]With a sharp breath, she managed to lift the cover, keeping it still and steady upright with her left hand after, only to slowly lower it to the ground after turning it around. She took her helmet off, tossing it down and into the sewers, her trench coat quickly following suit. Then, she shoved the thick metal lid back in place, pushing it over the hole, after which it slid in place. She groaned in relief, rising back up to her full height. She gave her head a wild shake, hands correcting her hair a little after, so that she didn't look like a hobo. The woman's face was revealed at long last, her thick, fiery red hair let loose to hang, reaching to her shoulder blades, where it was neatly cut. The locks were nice and well-kept, curly and wavy, if a tad messy and haphazard after being stuck in a helmet. Her face was surprisingly angular and pretty, with big golden eyes, barely plump pink lips, and a slightly upturned nose. Of course, this also left her black combat harness bare, showing Victoria all the several holsters Helena had with her, holding a Colt Anaconda, a Taurus Raging Judge, a Mateba Autorevolver, and a few other firearms, while she also wore a few slings that held spare ammo and a couple of grenades.[/i]
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Helena could see Victoria's wings unfurl and twitch a little when she saw her face, the winged girl's own face turning a bit red. "O-Oh, I get it....They won't recognize you like this. That's a great idea, Helena."
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"Yep," [i]She shortly replied with a little nod, her hands quickly going over her weapons, fingers patting her revolvers and pistols both, only for her to then nod.[/i] "Didn't miss any... good. Now, bar." [i]Helena waved Vic along as she started again, now simply walking rather than running, heading out onto the street and immediately turning left... which brought her to a bar. Seemed she either knew Dojoville damned well, or just got lucky.[/i]
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Victoria followed closely behind with a faint smile. She tried to hold her wings down, but for some reason they kept trying to spring back up, embarrassing the girl for some reason. "Stay doooown..."
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"The fuсk's going on with the wings?" [i]As blunt and as harsh as ever, it seemed, though she sounded genuinely curious, for once, rather than purely sarcastic, satirical, joking, or just сuntish. Seemed Helena actually wondered, her golden eyes focused on the little wings.[/i]
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Victoria seemed to freeze up for a second when the question was asked, her face getting even redder as she whimpered. "I-It's n-nothing! Nothing at all!" She got super defensive, her legs crossing a little and her arms covering her chest as if her skin was exposed and she needed to cover herself. "Uhh...y-yeah...umm....nothing...."
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[i]Hel's right eyebrow shot up high out of pure, raw curiosity when Victoria got all defensive, and she hated to admit, cute. It was strangely adorable, the woman thought to herself, though she was quick to nonchalantly brush the thought of. With a slight snort and a shrug, she responded.[/i] "Whatever, kid..." [i]And just like that, the little lady had lost Helena's attention and interest, the woman jogging up to the front door of the bar, quickly pushing it open, hand on the knob, shoulder against the door. She was soon met with a wave of warmth, sighing in delight as she stepped out of the cold and into comfort.[/i]
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Victoria didn't relax much and kept her legs and arms in their "cute" positions while she followed Helena into the bar with a smile, loving the feeling of the warm air as she entered. Her wings continued to twitch and open a little as she tried to keep up with Helena.
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[i]By the time Victoria was inside and had shut the door behind her - assuming she was a decent human being and closed it - Helena was already seated at the bar in the background, across from the little angel. The room wasn't too full, only a few tables here and there having someone at them. When she joined Hel, she had her gloved hands wrapped around a glass of something strong-smelling, the scent Vic caught being strong, rich, and even a tad spicy, almost, though it was definitely alcoholic, too. She grinned as she took a sip of whatever it was, left hand giving her companion a slight wave of acknowledgement.[/i]
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Victoria did sit beside Helena, gazing at her with a small grin as she crossed her legs and her hands rested in her lap. "So...what are you drinking? I've never actually drank anything from a bar before. What does it taste like? I've heard those kinds of drinks have a very strong taste."
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"Spiced rum," [i]She very simple answered after a moment of silence in which she just took little sips of her drink, focusing on the taste of it before she finally answered the question.[/i] "Kraken Black, t'be precise, b'cause 'tis the best damn booze on the market."
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"Oh, okay....Maybe I should get my own glass of it then. B-Bartender?" She weakly asked for the bartender, being rather quiet and not so full of confidence as she tried to get his/her attention. "C-Can I have what my friend is having?"
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[i]Victoria was in luck that the bartender wasn't busy with anything, because otherwise, she likely would've gone unheard. He raised a bushy eyebrow at the girl, resolutely shaking his head as he walked on over, dress shoes tapping on the wood. He was a big, burly man with tanned skin like leather, a big, bushy beard of hair as black as night, a head of scruffy hair that was as dark as his beard, and yet... he had two friendly, ocean blue eyes that shone amicably, filled with jolliness. "Can't do," He spoke in response, words accompanied with another shake of his head, "Not unless you ID yourself." He actually thought she was underage. Damn.[/i]
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Edited by Stitch: 11/29/2017 2:34:33 AM"O-Oh...." Victoria's wings drooped again in sadness and disappointment. "...I don't have any kind of ID on me, s-sir. The legal drinking age here is rather low though, isn't it? I swear, I'm old enough..." She began begging and pleading.
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"That's 'cause I've got 't," [i]Hel spoke up out of nowhere before the bartender could respond, throwing a passport onto the bar for the tender to see, the thing filled with Victoria's first name and a picture of her, though the rest was all inaccurate and wrong... but it marked her as legal.[/i] "Should b'good, hmm?" [i]The man behind the bar gave it a quick once-over before nodding, sliding the identification over to Victoria. After that, he got a glass identical to the redhead's, grabbing a specific, very much fancy bottle out of the rack behind him after. Soon enough, the little lady had herself a glass of spiced rum.[/i]
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Victoria turned to Helena with a wide smile and joy in her eyes. "Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you, Helena! I owe you one. Truly." She turned back to the drink before her and picked it up with both hands, slowly bringing it to her lips. She took one small sip before putting the glass down and coughing.
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[i]The drink hit like a freight train, the taste extraordinarily rich and flavourful, spicy just as the name suggested. It tasted amazing, but the alcohol in it.. gods was it strong, burning pleasantly on the way down Victoria's throat. Helena just watched with an amused expression.[/i] "How old're ya, really?" [i]The tone in her voice practically screamed that she wasn't taking some vague shit for an answer, even as she grabbed the fake passport and stuffed it into one of her pockets. Still, she spoke quietly enough for the bartender not to hear.[/i]
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"I turned eighteen yesterday." She panted for breath with her tongue sticking out a little as she wasn't used to the spiciness or alcohol. The girl's wings seemed to relax finally though. "N-Not much of a celebration..."
