Contact Fifteen [ Video ] Backdated to early morning.
[ When the NV turns on, the view is from on the floor, one of the lower corners darkened, as the sleeve of the jacket it's on is obscuring the view from that angle. Otherwise it's opened and looking up to where you can see two people standing near each other in a room. There seems to be signs of a tussle already, and while the man and woman are clearly shown, it's not until they both move and their voices can be heard that you see it is Re-l Mayer and Raul Creed. They both look rather unkempt, for once, and agitated. Re-l looks ready to jump him.
Actually, she does just that, moving faster than a normal human and swiping at him. Raul takes the hit only to land a solid blow on her chest, shoving her back. She stumbles; he grabs her by the arm and pushes her into the nearest vertical surface. She's more than willing to give him hell for such a move, rearing back an angry hand to punch him in the shoulder. That garners her a snarl as he pushes her into the wall once more, throwing his own punch. The woman ducks away from it with ease and then swiftly strikes him in the stomach with her knee, tackling him out of view.
It's clear by the frustrated and pained shouts that are faintly echoing in the NV that they're still going at it for another minute or two before Re-l is thrown into view, rolling onto her side on the carpet. Raul strides up to her and grabs her by her hair, dragging her up to her knees. He pauses, there, seemingly distracted by something.
Suddenly, with lightning-fast speed, Re-l thrusts her hand up and grabs him by the throat, stopping him cold. She springs to her feet and glowers at him dangerously; she grips his neck tightly, lifts him with one hand, and throws him to the floor towards the NV. Between one second and the next, she's kneeling and hovering over his body, lifting a hand to go and hit him once more (the hand behind her elongates, looking sharp and deadly) - ]
[Raul quickly stops her with one word as the effect of the mistletoe finally wears off, his voice strained and low. He’s breathing heavily.] Re-l.
[She, in turn, watches him a moment before the anger drains from her face, looking at him in bewilderment.] What are we-
[They stay like that a moment, both breathing heavily, before Raul turns his head to glance at the NV.] ...The NV's on. [She looks over as well, sighing; she reaches out and turns it off for them.]
Actually, she does just that, moving faster than a normal human and swiping at him. Raul takes the hit only to land a solid blow on her chest, shoving her back. She stumbles; he grabs her by the arm and pushes her into the nearest vertical surface. She's more than willing to give him hell for such a move, rearing back an angry hand to punch him in the shoulder. That garners her a snarl as he pushes her into the wall once more, throwing his own punch. The woman ducks away from it with ease and then swiftly strikes him in the stomach with her knee, tackling him out of view.
It's clear by the frustrated and pained shouts that are faintly echoing in the NV that they're still going at it for another minute or two before Re-l is thrown into view, rolling onto her side on the carpet. Raul strides up to her and grabs her by her hair, dragging her up to her knees. He pauses, there, seemingly distracted by something.
Suddenly, with lightning-fast speed, Re-l thrusts her hand up and grabs him by the throat, stopping him cold. She springs to her feet and glowers at him dangerously; she grips his neck tightly, lifts him with one hand, and throws him to the floor towards the NV. Between one second and the next, she's kneeling and hovering over his body, lifting a hand to go and hit him once more (the hand behind her elongates, looking sharp and deadly) - ]
[Raul quickly stops her with one word as the effect of the mistletoe finally wears off, his voice strained and low. He’s breathing heavily.] Re-l.
[She, in turn, watches him a moment before the anger drains from her face, looking at him in bewilderment.] What are we-
[They stay like that a moment, both breathing heavily, before Raul turns his head to glance at the NV.] ...The NV's on. [She looks over as well, sighing; she reaches out and turns it off for them.]