*He tilts his head down a bit in an angry stare, firing a shot from his arm cannon at the wall to the left of the character, creating a charred scar into the wall palting* Bret: Try again... *The familiar hum from his arm starts to increase again, sounding off as it reaches full charge for another shot*
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
The figure flinches at the shot, turning back to Bret, now a lot more alert, her voice full of tension but still scarily familiar.
"I'd rather if it didn't come to that, thanks...don't take this path lightly...
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
*With a deep breath, he lowers his arm, powering the cannon down and shifting it back to its hand form...He presses his back against the wall and lowers his head* Bret: Seems we finally have an understanding then..First off...Who are you?..Then I want answers on what you plan to do with my wife...Answer those and I think we can agree to something
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
Letting out a slight chuckle, the figure crossed her arms again. "Better. Now...We've told you what we plan to do. Physical testing. Samples. Plenty of samples...And tests in various situational environments. Standard stuff. As for who I am? Well..."
She let out another laugh, then reaches up to the helmet. Two clips came undone, and with a slight hiss, the suit released the last dregs of pressure it had held against the outer environment. For a second, she paused, before lifting off the helmet and tucking it under her arm, flashing Bret an all-too familiar smile. The woman was almost completely identical to Vixen, right down to her smile. The only difference were her eyes- Deductive and calculating, her expression gave no sign of emotion past cocky confidence. "My designation would be V-Seventeen-Two-Five. You can call me Sev, everyone else does."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
*Bret feels his legs shake a bit as his arm fully drops, his jaw starting to slack as his mind begins to rush..For a moment he's unable to speak, shaking his head in disbelief* Bret: You have got to be kidding me... *He turns his head to Eva a moment, a blank look in his eyes as he speaks out dryly* Bret: Eva..Smack me as hard as you can cause I could swear that I'm seeing double here..
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
Evangeline suppresses the urge to shout at Bret for putting a hole in her wall just long enough to reach into one of the pockets of her oil-stained daggies.
So... you're a cat, like Vixen, right?
With a matter-of-fact sway of her arm she pulls out a small, metallic bell on the end of a string. She dangles it around in front of her, staring the being identifying itself as Sev straight in the eyes with a coy, deviant grin across her face.
The object emits a light-hearted, almost cute jingle as Evangeline dances it around before Sev's eyes, the metallic surface reflecting the frigate's lighting vividly.
The ever-so-slight scent of catmint wafts around the hallway; it becomes apparent the housecats' toy is laced with the feline-specific recreational drug.
I suppose I should mention Vixen isn't the only pussy I play with.
Evangeline's trademark smirk widens as she waves the toy around as if imitating a hypnotist in her actions.
Sev takes a slight step back, her resolve weakening if only for a moment. "Miss McDowell...Are you quite finished?" she managed to mutter, shaking her head to rid herself of the smell. "We're here for business, and business -only-" Seeming a bit flush, she crosses her arms, seeming very unamused with the mind-games.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Evangeline jerks the bell upwards from the end of the string, deftly catching it in her closed fist only a moment later.
A cat is still a cat... even if she stands on two legs.
Evangeline, with the bell clasped in her hand, begins walking towards Sev, her demeanour suddenly taking on a new aura as the power and control of the scenario shifts around unabated.
A soft, almost gentle giggle escapes between her clenched teeth and through her corrupt smile as she closes the space between herself and Sev; her free arm raising and her hand outstretching in an almost affectionate manner as she edges closer.
Eva's chaperone, Fumika, remains cold and silent in the background, intently observing the situation unfolding before her yet not interfering in the whimsical actions of her masters' mind.
Sev remained passive, unable to react under the situation. Her eyes flicked to Eva and back to the clearing mist, and she took a slight step back. "I'm...s-serious. I'm here on orders, and i intend to fulfil them...I'd rather not have you just..." she trailed off, not quite sure what Eva was trying to accomplish- all her experience was simply from training and briefing.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Evangeline's confidence grew as she proudly wafted into Sev's personal space - acutely aware of her effect on the slightly taller feline hybrid. Without a moment's hesitation she brought her outstretched hand to rest on the side of Sev's face, gently cupping the intruders' cheek with her palm.
Locking her gaze with Sev she begins gently caressing her; running Sev's fur through her fingers - Evangeline's light touch offering sensations the trained warrior likely has not experienced in a long time.
When was the last time someone gave you the attention you deserve?
She pauses her speech for a moment, moving her hand to scratch behind Sev's left ear, having had significant experience in learning the weaknesses of a cat in the past. Despite Sev being noticeably taller, Evangeline's confidence remained unbreakable, her deep-blue eyes locked in place, staring right into Sev's own, little more than a few inches from her face.
Cats truly are strange creatures. They act tough, independent, haughty and cold. But then, underneath all of that, all they want is the affection and love of their master.
Of course, a house cat can never tell you this. You need to work it out for yourself. You're different, though. You can speak. But they didn't let you speak, did they? Any mention of things like love... affection... desire for friendship...
The people who own you wouldn't have any of it.
Evangeline, underneath her confident, dominate exterior, was clutching at straws - planning on picking out the weaknesses of the being before her. Nonetheless, it appeared, in her eyes, to be working.
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