It Just Doesn't Feel Like A Night Out [.xv.] [Locked to Ophelia and Lightning]

[drink2thememory]

Thirst had not had any leads on her predicament in a while, but this was largely due to her avoiding the Nexus and its damnable anti-violence field. So as she was growing increasingly wont to do, she was now roaming the streets of the city. Fortunately, as it always was for these expeditions, it was late at night and very few people were around.

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[islandsplash]

Ophelia was looking through some shop windows at the various displays, outfits, and getting gift ideas. She figured she could call a cab or something in a bit to get back to the manor. Oh wait. Then again; maybe she could call Lightning? She grinned a bit at the idea. Oh Lightning, I forgot my purse and I don't have any money on me. Can you come get me? Of course that would be a lie, but he didn't have to know that. She couldn't understand why she felt so.. well, a bit different. But Ophelia wasn't going to complain.

Oh hey! Was that Bro- ...no. No, that wasn't Brooke. And it sure as hell wasn't Terra. It was that girl, the one she fought before. The one who hurt her and Lightning. Ophelia glared at her, her arm crossing over her chest as her hand touched the back of her shoulder. The wound had healed, but the scar was still there.

She never felt so much hatred, nor the urge to hurt someone as badly as she did now. And the girl hadn't seen her yet. Her back was still turned. There was not a lot of snow on the ground, but there was enough for her to do some damage with. And that's exactly what she intended to do. The snow began to form a sharp spike, about the size of a kitchen knife, and it hovered into the air, at about waist level.

Ophelia sent it shooting forward, making a beeline for the unsuspecting blonde. If she didn't turn around, it would probably sink into the back of her leg, at the soft spot where the leg bends at the knee.

((lulz I know anatomy. Hope that last part made sense.))

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Of course, why would she turn around? She didn't even know anyone was there. Until it was too late for her to avoid it, at least. At first she'd written it off as a stray gust of wind when she'd heard the ice spike rushing through the air. But as the pain registered in her leg and her knee buckled, she realized that hey, maybe -- just maybe -- she was under attack.

Her hand almost immediately went for her waist, before her eyes widened in realization that, in her anger towards Changeling, she had decided to forego the knife that he had provided for her and she had not yet gotten one of her own. Terrific. She was left to her strength, speed, reflexes, and hair.

Of course, she didn't see herself at a disadvantage. Even while she was reduced to pivoting around on her knee to see her assailant.

...Oh. Well.

"You cheeky bitch."

[islandsplash]

Direct hit. And Ophelia had noticed that she didn't have a knife. That didn't mean she couldn't still have one.. well.. somewhere. That was a crazy outfit after all.

Ophelia clearly wasn't feeling normal, because she approached Thirst, not nearly as terrified as she had been before. There was still some fear, of course, but mostly there was a sense of satisfaction, seeing Thirst hurt. Something she had never felt before, she felt.. she felt good for hurting her. It was as if her conscience and morals were completely stripped, and she didn't even notice.

"I really don't think you have much room to talk," was her only reply. Remembering the Tai Chi exercises with Silvermane, Ophelia swung her arm back slowly, and swept it forward, more spikes of ice aiming in Thirst's direction.

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"Your boyfriend isn't around to protect you, girl," Thirst hissed, not looking at Ophelia while she wrenched the ice spike from her leg. And with that spike finally out, she could finally look up.

Well, that was a predicament. But in the interest of buying a little more time for her leg to heal, she chucked the spike back at Ophelia, then leapt up from her kneel with intent to bridge the gap between them.

Of course, the number of confounding factors -- her awkward starting position, her mild surprise at the impending attack, her still-not-healed knee -- led to her jump being significantly shortened in both length and height. Long story short, she wound up kissing concrete. Whether or not she'd avoided the ice, she couldn't tell. With her eyes getting intimate with the sidewalk and all.

[islandsplash]

"If I remember correctly, I killed you before he did," she spat. Something she had felt guilty for earlier, and now it sent a sense of satisfaction through her, now that she remembered it. Why HAD she been so upset? Because this girl looked like Brooke? She wasn't Brooke or Terra. She was a monster.

Ophelia's eyes widened at the ice spike coming towards her, and managed to stop it mid-air, only getting grazed a bit. She almost felt like laughing. And before she realized it, she did. The girl was trying to use her own element aginst her.

The other spikes missed Thirst, since Ophelia froze them when she froze the other spike that Thirst had froze at her. For a moment, they hovered harmlessly in the air, looking quite pretty. And then the were mobile again, points down and aiming for the grounded blonde.

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"I do not aim to make that mistake again," she said, lifting her head up just enough to speak. "Shut your mouth, whore." Nobody laughed at her. Without paying. Of course, if any respectable villain could hear her internal monologue, they would smack her for being stupid, but, well.

Her body still prone, she realized she wasn't exactly in the best of positions, but she could still attack, and oh god, did she want to. Her hair shot outward in a typical attack, coming at Ophelia in clumps not unlike several spears.

She hadn't paid the ice spikes any attention, though. Mostly because she didn't know where they were.

[islandsplash]

At any other time, Ophelia might have felt bad at being called whore. But right now, it didn't really bother her. She knew the girl was just thinking of insults because she was pissed.

Not paying much attention to her lower body, the hair did indeed attack succesfully. The fabric of her pants ripped in thee different spots as the hair went through, and she felt pain shoot throughout both her legs. She screamed, collapsing to the ground, ripping herself away before Thirst could do any more damage. She might have felt satisfied seeing the spikes of ice hitting various parts of Thirst's body, if she weren't in so much pain.

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Saying she was pissed would be a gross understatement, even before she realized the ice spikes were there. Thirst was just about ready to bring herself to her feet and punch a goddamn hole in this bitch for the humiliation she'd already caused her when...

Well, shit. Pain was severely dulled for her, but it wasn't every day she had ice spikes going into and almost through her in several places -- her forearm; her calf and the opposite thigh; where her liver would be if it mattered; close to her lung, only stopped by bones. She actually screamed. For the first time in her life, she screamed in pain.

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Ophelia struggled to her feet, trying to ignore the pain in her legs, along with the bleeding. She took a few steps back, her legs limping as she did so.

Willing the ice to move with her mind and the motion of her arm, (she was really going to thank Silvermane for those Tai Chi exercises later, the movement really helped), she inhaled sharply as the spikes went through Thirst, and then flattened beneath her into one large sheet of ice. Pushing her arm forward, she sent the girl slidding off along the ground in the direction of a random shop.

As soon as she did this, she ran/limped off to an alley, grabbing her cell phone out of her pocket, speed-dialing Lightning. Please let him pick up!!

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Thirst screamed again, anger filling her voice alongside the pain of the spikes being pushed through her. Five complete puncture wounds to heal; it wouldn't take too long, she didn't think, but then again, she didn't know. But she was learning, and perhaps this bitch was something she could no longer underestimate.

Of course, those deep thoughts would come later. For now, she was busy simmering in her own hatred and waiting for her body to heal. Further away from her target, no less. But she knew the whore's scent quite well by now. She couldn't run.

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Lightning wasn't too far away from what was going on when he got the phone call. When he saw that his communicator was getting a call from Ophelia, and at this hour, he was wondering what the damn girl was doing around this time of night and why she was calling him. But he picked up, anyways. "Ophelia?"

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Thank God! She thought. "Lightning! I kind of got into a fight with that bitch that looks like Terra," she said, not sounding nearly as frightened as she did last time. If anything, she sounded frustrated. "My legs are hurt kind of bad. I need you to come get me before she catches up with me."

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Three.

Two.

One.

"... You got into a fight ith her?! But how did you. Why did you." He shook his head; he was going to have to ask Ophelia all of that later. Right now, she had to get away from that nut case. "I will be there in a moment! Tell me where you are and I will be there."

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"I'll explain later!" she said. When she reached the end of the alley, she looked around a bit. "I'm by the cafe and the pet store on High Street. I'll try to find a place to hide." She hung up after that, and looked around a bit. Where to go, where to go? All the shops and stuff were closed, which was for the better, since Ophelia didn't want any other people to get hurt. She saw a car not too far down the street. Hopefully whoever it belonged to left it unlocked.

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A car wouldn't keep her safe very long, even if it were unlocked. Because Thirst was back on her feet and on the warpath. With no knives, she was forced to rely on her own strength, speed, and abilities. But she had those in spades.

Heh. Spades. She would be amused if she weren't so pissed off.

Fortunately, Ophelia still had time; Thirst was on her feet, yes, and, guided by the scent of her blood, barrelling towards Ophelia at full speed, but even she couldn't cover space instantaneously.

[islandsplash]

If Ophelia had any idea about Thirst's sense of smell, she may have chose to go into the pet store instead to try to mask her scent. Unfortunately though, she was clueless on the matter, and the car was locked. She would need somewhere else to hide, or a better place to defend herself. There wasn't much snow on this street; she wouldn't be able to do any lasting damage to the girl.

She could break in somewhere though... maybe freeze the pipes? She couldn't believe she was even considering that, but desperate times call for desperate measures.