Well, I mean, fire is super effective against ice. -shrugeth- xD Because that is how this game works. lol
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I wouldn't mind. :)
Yeah, I am! I'm just waiting for @Eklispe to post as Artemis.
Posted! I guess you could say things with Sam are... heating up! xD
Sam Cross
In response to her threat, the blonde only pinched his nose in annoyance. He was reacting in the same way he would to a bothersome, berating customer at a clothing store. How disrespectful, she thought. He clearly thought he was so superior to her that he thought he didn't need to even treat her command for answers with any bit of respect. He's such a douche, she thought, though dreaded having such a modern pop term to taint her thoughts. Her tongue was already being brought back to launch out a complaint about how offended she was, but before she could, the man suddenly burst into sudden movement. He waved his arms at the old man and Sam was brought to draw her attention to the elderly man with his hand inching to something under the counter. Liam plead for him not to call the cops. Hm... that's odd. Usually those employed under super villains didn't try to call the police under any circumstances... She wasn't about to say that she was wrong about her suspicions (because of her stubbornness) but she did take note of it.
Liam then went on to explain where he had 'met' the two of them and then went about complaining about the heat in the room, drawing the old individual to leave the room. Oh. Yeah... that was probably her causing the heat. She had been told that that was somewhat of an effect on people that way. Oh well, she didn't know how to control it, nor was she about to bother; this rude man could suffer for all she cared.
Said rude individual then pivoted back to them with obvious rage on his face. Hmm... looks like someone has anger management problems... most villains do act in rage... she thought, not realizing the irony in what she had thought. With his sharp gaze she did not back down but only faded her expression into a 'resting bitch face'. As he lectured them it was like she was barely masking her brewing anger with a face of indifference and annoyance. Even though she was getting good information, the way he was doing it was like she was being talked down to like a kid getting a lesson. He ended the first part of his lecture and at this point she was already blocking him out. All the words that he was saying were not going into her head, she was only picking out some that she could argue against and disposing of the rest as she formulated a retaliation. After he was done mumbling like an idiot, Sam chose this time to strike. "Hey! I was not flying off the handle, I just wanted to get this BS-- oh, excuse me 'subtlety'" Sam created little quote marks with her fingers as she said this word and continued on with the sentence, "out of the way." Her face and voice twisted into mock apology, "Sorry for us not wanting to get caught and dissected by FBI or used as weapons by some criminals." The dragon woman then coated her face with pure malice, "And fine, you might not be a villain, but you are a grade A jerk." As she was invited into the elevator she was determined to have the last word, so as she passed him to go into the elevator she turned directly to him and attacked with her final jab. "I deserve to be respected when I am spoken to just like anyone else. Don't you ever talk to me like that again." And with that she strutted into the elevator where she took residence in one of the corners, crossing her arms over herself.
Artemis made her entrance with much more neutrality, but Sam did appreciate her pointing out a flaw. They all entered the elevator and Artemis voiced an inquiry as the space quickly began to fill with the sweltering heat of Sam fuming. It was as if a fireplace with a roaring fire had been placed in the corner of the tiny elevator. Sam was unaware of the rising heat, unable to feel it and mainly focused on her own thoughts of still lashing out words to the man just a few feet from her in the elevator. The punk woman was also not cognizant of how her clothes were suffering from the situation. They weren't catching fire yet, but they were clearly suffering. Her leather combat boots and leather jacket looked shinier as if they were sweating and melting until the some places began to saw the materials forming cracks. At her boots, the bend where her leg met her foot began to dry out, discolor, and crack. The same began to occur with her jacket at the elbows, shoulders, and back where the cracks began to alarmingly etch themselves across the wing design. Her skirt, which had a few moments ago billowed out from her like a soft tissue was now growing limp and the tulle of the skirt began to melt onto the skirt's silky fabric backing.
I will type up a reply tomorrow.
Posted! Hey, is anyone else planning on going to the location on the card or is everyone just going to hang out at the diner for right now?
Sam Cross
Sam flashed a pleased smile when Artemis claimed that she was 'smokin' hot'. The way she said it though was as if the compliment was coming from Spock from Star Trek. Still, Sam took it gladly all the same. Then Artemis stated that she was as ready as she would ever be. Sam wished she could say the same. She felt mentally prepared to go in there with her cautious mindset, but what if something did go down in there. Unless they were going to try to hit her with a flamethrower, Sam really didn't have anything impressive to back up any kind of nefarious goings on that might happen to them. Sam hadn't tried and didn't know how to produce flame or anything like that. Still, knowing that Sam had brought with her some pepper spray and a switch knife in her purse. Just in case. So, she supposed she was ready, but not supernatural power fight ready. But, hey! Maybe Sam was just too stuck on the idea that violence would occur. For all she knew this could be a totally calm and peaceful encounter. Still, in a way that would be a shame, some part of her craved a thrill of fighting like one craves riding rollercoasters.
An elderly voice cracked it's way through the intercom and for a moment she wondered whether they had called the wrong person, however after a moment a second voice made itself known. It was a younger voice that asserted that the two of them had been invited. With this the doors worked their way open automatically. Carefully, Sam went through the entrance, her heeled boots making a greater clack as the floor turned from concrete to a shiny, tile floor. The whole area was nicely kept but... plain. There was no real splash of real color anywhere, just this cream color and the dark desk at which sat an older man. Her eyes met with the eyes of the elderly man who then welcomed them to the apartments. Liam crept his voice to direct at the man, stating that more people were to be expected before turning his attention to the two of them welcoming them in turn. In the end, he claimed that this mysterious Matt person was waiting for them.
Oookay. Well, this was all very villain like. They had the old butler desk dude and then a mysterious guy who was in charge at the end of an elevator ride up to his lair. With a thump, the doors shut automatically behind them. Sam couldn't check to see if they were locked or anything, but the sound made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She clutched her black leather purse closer to her. Artemis seemed to have the situation under control, inquiring about what was going on as if she wasn't even phased by it. She looked at the sense of ease that Artemis had gotten and Sam was suddenly quite upset at herself for appearing such a coward. At that moment her eyes steeled a little bit as she felt much more like herself with the daring confidence she usually held.
Sam strutted her way over to the elevator before getting face to face with this Liam guy. "No, how about this:" she snipped, "you tell us what this meeting is about right now or we don't go up there." She punctuated by jabbing her finger up to the sky. "Oh, and maybe stop acting so snobby and villainy, okay? I mean, do you realize how fucking creepy you're being right now?" She was now satisfied with her blustery, daredevil-like confidence and looked back at the gatekeeper with a challenging look. As if to make her point known, unbeknownst to Sam the temperature of the nearby space rose just a few notable degrees.
Morning, all!
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