Open RP in Bitchiwitch: Calling all Villains!

[red_war_rider]

War rode her Harley straight through the portrait that guarded the door to the Bitchiwitch common room, causing the sweet little forest animals to run screaming from the frame as the canvas shredded under her tires

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[daxtastic]

Dax was quite amused when she received the owl. While some people got post addressed to previous residents, Dax got post meant for previous entities. She hadn't been a full fledged villain for at least two lifetimes (though Curzon Dax certainly had his moments).

Still, a party was a party!

"Hello there. Hope Scotch is apropos."

[red_war_rider]

War was delighted when Dax showed up. She wasn't expecting someone as wholesome looking as this at all. She loved it. She grinned at Dax, and walked up to welcome her.

"Hell, yes. Scotch is always apropos. How old is it?"

[daxtastic]

"22, maybe?" She wiped a bit of dust off the label. "Oh, that's 322. Which I didn't know was possible, but when in Balosnee VI, as they say."

Dax grinned back, and held out a hand. "Jadzia Dax. I'm sorry, but have we met? You seem familiar."

[red_war_rider]

"Nice," War replied. She took the hand, and shook it. "War. We probably have - just not directly. So, Jadzia, what's your favorite weapon?"

[daxtastic]

"Oh!" That explained it. "Well, hello again. I don't suppose there's any chance you're here on vacation?"

"Bat'leth," she answered quickly. "Practical, with just a twinge of showmanship."

[red_war_rider]

War smiled, long and slow. "Oooo, pretty..." she said. "Got any more of those? They'd look great crossed over the mantle. Plus," she continued, eyeing Dax, "I'll want you to teach me to use it properly."

[daxtastic]

"I've got a few coming on special order. I'd be happy to show you a thing or two once they come in!"

...Was she being hit on by War? Worf would be so jealous.

[red_war_rider]

War grinned. "Excellent. In the meantime, let's crack this bottle open. And you can tell me how best to use that pretty knife."

She went over to her motorcycle, and unhooked the right saddlebag. She dumped it over a long wooden table, and all manner of knives spilled out. "You can have one, if you find any interesting - or useful."

She looked up at Jadzia. "So, do I call you Jadzia, or Dax?"

[daxtastic]

"Well, the main thing to remember with a Bat'Leth, especially if you're used to more traditional swordplay, is that you've got more room to work with. You can take those broader swings." She opened the bottle, and poured two glasses.

"That's quite a collection," said Dax, clearly impressed. She picked up a small dagger with a white blade, because who in their right mind would turn down a weapon, offered by War herself? "Is this ceramic?"

"Dax is fine." She smiled. Who knew War was so personable?

[red_war_rider]

"Mmm," War said, appreciatively. "I'd love to try it out in a melee situation."

"And that one, it's bone, actually. Theoretically, it's been enchanted by a shaman never to chip. I forget what monster it came from - the strength of the blade probably has more to do with the animal than the shaman, but who am I to disillusion someone's religious fervor? It can be very useful." She grinned evilly.

War took one of the glasses, and sipped - then chugged, throwing her head back. "So, Dax, what made you respond to the owl? You seem too nice to be a villain."

[daxtastic]

"Oh, it's fantastic in a melee situation!" Dax's tastes in recreational holo-programs were just a bit violent.

"Hm." She looked at it critically. "I'd guess femur, if it was a quadrupedal. Those bones tend to make more durable weapons. More legs than that, and it's anyone's guess." She groaned at 'religious fervor'. "I'm well aware."

Dax was content to sip. 322 year old scotch was meant to be savored. "Actually, I think the owl was meant for a previous host of mine. Psychotic murderer, etc. I'm a joined Trill- we host symbiotic lifeforms that pass from person to person. So I've technically been a villain, but now fancy myself a good guy with colorful hobbies."