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Jan 30, 2007 21:46

Chase holds the door open for Lyrae. One learns quickly to be especially gentlemanly around her. "I hesitate to say that I'm going to stomp you into the floor at this, but if we can't find a decent team to play against, I'm afraid I'm going to have to. I told you I'd pay you back for getting Chappelle to judge that dance contest ( Read more... )

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_mother_dearest January 31 2007, 02:56:56 UTC

A careful perusing of the arena showed it to be a place full of an artificial haze, strewn with artificial barriers, and poorly lit with artificial light. A number of what seemed disaffected youth comprised the rest of the teams. One entire team of individuals with shaved and brightly painted heads, and over-sized eye-jarringly purple robes, many seeming to have been built from bedsheets. They referred to each other as if they were siblings.

This was... different, and that was what she had been after, she supposed.

Lyrae poked at the vest and the gun with a slight frown.

Different.

_righthandman_ January 31 2007, 03:01:08 UTC

Chase eyes them with weary distaste. "Yeah, that's pretty par for the course in LA too," he says.

"Unfortunately, there aren't a lot of other people around to play with, so..."

_mother_dearest January 31 2007, 03:04:11 UTC

An obviously collegiate guy, barrel chested and wearing a "UCLA" shirt, leaned over to Chase and rather loudly whispered.

"Who's the Russian babe, dude?"

Lyrae said nothing, but merely cast an icy glare.

_righthandman_ January 31 2007, 03:08:37 UTC

Chase, who happens to be wearing his CTU Academy shirt, rolls his eyes. "Just walk away, man." He adjusts his vest.

"Okay," he explains to Lyrae. "The object's pretty self-explanatory, I'd think."

_mother_dearest January 31 2007, 03:15:13 UTC

The college guy crossed his arms and raised his chin to size Chase up. This old guy had no business being with that girl.

"Don't get huffy, man. She's too young for ya anyway, you pervert."

Lyrae dissolved into soft laughter at his comment.

_righthandman_ January 31 2007, 03:25:31 UTC

Chase smiles wryly and doesn't dignify the rest with an answer. Idiot.

"The point is to get to the light in the other team's base. You shoot at the lights on your opponents' vests, and they shoot at you."

_mother_dearest January 31 2007, 03:32:50 UTC

Lyrae snorted derisively, and raised her chin to comment sharply, touching a hand to her vest as she did so.

"If Lord Chase will not dignify your presence with a response, then how much more myself?"

The college guy furrowed his brow and leaned in toward Chase to ask him. Her thick accent made her difficult to understand, and his face was filled with bewilderment.

"Can you get a damn word this bitch says?"

_righthandman_ January 31 2007, 03:36:38 UTC

"Yeah. Roughly translated, it's 'shut the fuck up.'" Chase is now sizing up the cult members with resignation.

"They're gonna be idiots, but it might be fun to take on the whole group of them," he murmurs to Lyrae. "Better them than this assclown, anyway."

_mother_dearest January 31 2007, 03:40:47 UTC

Lyrae glanced over to the college guy who was grousing to himself having stepped away from Chase. She considered for a moment before looking at the cult members.

"His idiocy is only endearing in his own ignorance thereof. Not nearly enough to qualify him as humorous. Is that what you mean by 'assclown'?"

_righthandman_ January 31 2007, 03:43:27 UTC

Chase has to laugh. "Nah, it's just a term. He's an ass and a clown. Since...nobody I know actually thinks clowns are funny. Just lame."

He's glad he hadn't gone with 'dicksmack.'

_mother_dearest January 31 2007, 03:58:58 UTC

Lyrae nods seriously.

"I suppose."

The college guy had enough and stepped forward putting a hand on Lyrae's shoulder.

"Listen, babe, how about--

Snapping around to look at him, she seized the source speaking directly into his mind, not bothering to suppress the intrinsic volume of her mental voice.

You will remove your hand from my shoulder, you ape! You will not treat a lady in that way.

Stumbling backwards and babbling incoherently, the guy shook his head, his face bloodless.

"Ohgodbuthow--did-she-godohgod..."

A dark spot began to grow at the crotch of his jeans. Lyrae brushed his hand from her shoulder, and stepped forward. The guy quickly departed, the staff shrugging indifferently after a few cursory glances among themselves.

_righthandman_ January 31 2007, 04:12:06 UTC

Aw, now that puts a smile on Chase's face. "Do I get any credit for not reacting like that to all the wall-slamming?"

With his back to the purple-robed crazies, he doesn't notice the jostling and muttering. Evidently, Lyrae's part in the assclown's sudden departure hasn't gone unnoticed.

"Anyway," he says brightly, readying his gun. "Let's play some lasertag."

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