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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/28/2017 6:12:18 AM
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"F*ck off? I already did that twice today."
One girl remained standing beside the woman. Her hair was black and long enough to go all the way down her back. Her eyes however had some color as they were a bright blue. The most noticeable feature would be the large white wings folded on her back. The clothes on her body were rather simple in contrast; ripped jeans, white t, and Converse All-Star sneakers.
"I think I have a problem honestly..."
She looked down, face getting a bit red.
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 11/28/2017 6:17:44 AM"I don't wanna know 'bout your chronic masturbаtion problem," [i]The woman cut in rather bluntly, shamelessly, and again, brashly, giving the supposed angel a quick once-over with a disinterested look.[/i] "But yaaaay, it's an angel, AKA tot'ly not the second most generic thing in existence." [i]What was she rude. She rolled her shoulders with a slight grunt, starting to do some stretches, the bones in her back and her neck cracking and popping audibly as she worked her stiffness out. Then, she took to her knuckles, popping them hard and loud, the action tearing a sigh of relief from her lips.[/i]
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Edited by Stitch: 11/28/2017 6:18:53 AM"Wings don't equal angel...." She now gave the woman a similar look to the one she was giving her. "And it was a joke, but thank you for at least not ignoring me, I guess. I should feel blessed such an amazing person such as you acknowledged my existence, shouldn't I?"
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"Damn right y'should, 'cause I'm the best fuсking thing t'arrive 'ere." [i]She continued to do her stretches and such, bending over to touch the tips of her toes, groaning as it made her back crack oh-so satisfyingly. Then, she straightened herself, nodding to none other than herself.[/i] "Fuuuuck, gettin' blown up really works the stiffness into ya.... Gods above, that's soooooo fuсking satisfying."
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The girl couldn't help a small chuckle at the woman's comments and weirdness in general. She may have have felt insulted earlier, but she obviously got over it quickly instead of being a sissy and crying. "I wouldn't know, I've never been blown up before. I was shot a few times this in the wings a while back, but...you don't care." She stared back at the ground, sighing.
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"I don't, no, so I'm glad y'caught on b'fore y'ranted m'ears off with some sob story. 'Least y're a quick learner, eh? Name's Helena, FYI." [i]The lady, Helena as she had named herself, finally stopped doing her stretches since she'd apparently worked the stiffness out, though now... she was concerned with something else entirely.[/i] "Y'wanna skedaddle? Feds're comin' soon 'n I don't wanna be annoyed t'death."
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"Victoria...and y-yeah, that's probably a good idea." She looked back up at Helena, grinning a little. V wasn't exactly ready to be bothered by police either, no one ever wants to be pelted with questions. "Umm...you lead? I'm not a leader...if you can't tell."
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"I can practic'ly smell 't." [i]Without further ado, Helena was off, slipping off into the nearest alleyway and away from the street, since she didn't doubt for even a moment that the cops would arrive soon, likely accompanied by firefights and ambulances. She didn't quite run, but she didn't walk, either, instead jogging at a nice, brisk pace, her breathing slow, steady, and rhythmic as she moved away from the street, further and further.[/i]
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Victoria seemed to easily keep pace with Helena without any sign of breathing harder. To her it was just a slow walk really. "Where are we...well, you going? I'm just following really...sorry if I am annoying you. I'm just curious and a tad lonely. I don't have a lo-and I'm saying things you don't care about again."
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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]
