[action!|blog] So I had this dream...
Okay, so I've been having nightmares lately but that's not really important because it's always a room... But last night it was different, really, really, really different. I mean really... Just I don't even know. It all started off in some club...
[Alfred glanced around the fancy club, almost shocked to find himself not surrounded by the four walls that had plagued him for the last week but instead by people... Some were from Liberty, he could pick out a few faces and some just appeared to be productions of his own imagination. The club was like some blend of the final battle in Scott Pilgrim and M. Bison's evil lair with just a dash of rave (read: totally awesome, Alfred was impressed by his own imagination).
There wasn't any music and Alfred was quite alone in the middle of the dancefloor but there was a sudden shout of Russian and his head snapped up and he blinked, seeing Ivan on a second floor, dark suit clean but the bandages around his neck were still visible and his hands were tied in front of him with a red ribbon. Before Alfred could open his mouth or do anything he saw her.
She slunk down the stairs, in her pale hand was the crimson ribbon around Ivan's wrists, tugging the taller Russian after her. Alfred's eyes were much more occupied with the slinky and tight black dress she was wearing and the delicate curve of her body... No, had to focus on Ivan.... He took a step forward, opening his mouth to call out but his words fell away as he noticed the knife in her hand.
Ah... So that look in her eyes wasn't unbridled lust.
Alfred adjusted his suit a little, popping the button at his collar open, hand now sporting his own weapon, some kind of... Was that a katana? Did he even know how to use a katana? There wasn't much time for thought because Natalia had launched herself at him, the slits along the sides of her dress letting her move as fast as a snake striking it's prey.
Barely able to bring the sword up in time to keep her knife from carving his face in half, Alfred shoved her away, taking a few steps back himself. They stared at each other, Natalia surprised by Alfred's resistance, the American doing his best to keep his eyes on her. The were alone now save for the tied up Ivan.
Slowly, Alfred lifted his hand, palm up and grinned. He motioned her forward with two quick twitches of his fingers. She let out a low hiss and started for him again. Natalia was fast, Alfred keeping up with her only through sheer luck as she tried to cut every inch of his frame. He grabbed her wrist with his left hand, yanking her close, holding the knife above their heads and grinned down at her. "Hey there," he breathed, "I'm Alfred, Alfred F. Jones."
As soon as these words were out of his mouth, Natalia's free hand smashed into his nose and he stumbled away, blood pouring from his face. he scowled, straightening, dragging his hand across his face, glancing at the blood, Natalia smirking at him, offering a small curtsy and a nod. She lifted her head and Alfred was upon her, their blades clashing, her knife nicking his forehead, his longer one sliding along her side.
Instead of collapsing, her highheeled foot shot out and he tripped, landing on the lighted dance floor, the glass cracking under his weight. He turned onto his back and stared up at the woman. Her heel drove into his chest and she leaned over him, laughing in a way much too similar to her brother. The blade flashed near his neck and before he could do anything a giant fish was thrown from the second level, swinging straight into Natalia's head, sending her flying into another wall.
Getting to his feet, Alfred looked up to see Lucy hopping down from the second level and grinning at him in some weird yellow jumpsuit. He could only watch in awe for the next few minutes as the two girls engaged in clothes-shredding totally amazing combat, Lucy holding her own against the crazy Belorussian with her rock-filled tuna.
Alfred took the opportunity to hurry over to Ivan, pulling at his binds quickly, scowling as they proved impossible to undo and just as he started sawing t them, Ivan was backing up the stairs. "Hold still-" Alfred tried to order but the Russian wasn't listening, purple eyes looking down the stairs, wide with fear.
Natalia wasn't one to be distracted for long. Lucy called out to Alfred as he turned around. "Al!" Natalia was standing an inch for him and before he could react her hand plunged into his chest, ripping out his heart, holding it above her head. Slumping to the ground, Alfred could only hear the echos of 'Fatality' before they blended into his alarm clock buzzing and he sat up in bed.]
I woke up kind of turned on and totally horrified. Any ideas?
[Alfred glanced around the fancy club, almost shocked to find himself not surrounded by the four walls that had plagued him for the last week but instead by people... Some were from Liberty, he could pick out a few faces and some just appeared to be productions of his own imagination. The club was like some blend of the final battle in Scott Pilgrim and M. Bison's evil lair with just a dash of rave (read: totally awesome, Alfred was impressed by his own imagination).
There wasn't any music and Alfred was quite alone in the middle of the dancefloor but there was a sudden shout of Russian and his head snapped up and he blinked, seeing Ivan on a second floor, dark suit clean but the bandages around his neck were still visible and his hands were tied in front of him with a red ribbon. Before Alfred could open his mouth or do anything he saw her.
She slunk down the stairs, in her pale hand was the crimson ribbon around Ivan's wrists, tugging the taller Russian after her. Alfred's eyes were much more occupied with the slinky and tight black dress she was wearing and the delicate curve of her body... No, had to focus on Ivan.... He took a step forward, opening his mouth to call out but his words fell away as he noticed the knife in her hand.
Ah... So that look in her eyes wasn't unbridled lust.
Alfred adjusted his suit a little, popping the button at his collar open, hand now sporting his own weapon, some kind of... Was that a katana? Did he even know how to use a katana? There wasn't much time for thought because Natalia had launched herself at him, the slits along the sides of her dress letting her move as fast as a snake striking it's prey.
Barely able to bring the sword up in time to keep her knife from carving his face in half, Alfred shoved her away, taking a few steps back himself. They stared at each other, Natalia surprised by Alfred's resistance, the American doing his best to keep his eyes on her. The were alone now save for the tied up Ivan.
Slowly, Alfred lifted his hand, palm up and grinned. He motioned her forward with two quick twitches of his fingers. She let out a low hiss and started for him again. Natalia was fast, Alfred keeping up with her only through sheer luck as she tried to cut every inch of his frame. He grabbed her wrist with his left hand, yanking her close, holding the knife above their heads and grinned down at her. "Hey there," he breathed, "I'm Alfred, Alfred F. Jones."
As soon as these words were out of his mouth, Natalia's free hand smashed into his nose and he stumbled away, blood pouring from his face. he scowled, straightening, dragging his hand across his face, glancing at the blood, Natalia smirking at him, offering a small curtsy and a nod. She lifted her head and Alfred was upon her, their blades clashing, her knife nicking his forehead, his longer one sliding along her side.
Instead of collapsing, her highheeled foot shot out and he tripped, landing on the lighted dance floor, the glass cracking under his weight. He turned onto his back and stared up at the woman. Her heel drove into his chest and she leaned over him, laughing in a way much too similar to her brother. The blade flashed near his neck and before he could do anything a giant fish was thrown from the second level, swinging straight into Natalia's head, sending her flying into another wall.
Getting to his feet, Alfred looked up to see Lucy hopping down from the second level and grinning at him in some weird yellow jumpsuit. He could only watch in awe for the next few minutes as the two girls engaged in clothes-shredding totally amazing combat, Lucy holding her own against the crazy Belorussian with her rock-filled tuna.
Alfred took the opportunity to hurry over to Ivan, pulling at his binds quickly, scowling as they proved impossible to undo and just as he started sawing t them, Ivan was backing up the stairs. "Hold still-" Alfred tried to order but the Russian wasn't listening, purple eyes looking down the stairs, wide with fear.
Natalia wasn't one to be distracted for long. Lucy called out to Alfred as he turned around. "Al!" Natalia was standing an inch for him and before he could react her hand plunged into his chest, ripping out his heart, holding it above her head. Slumping to the ground, Alfred could only hear the echos of 'Fatality' before they blended into his alarm clock buzzing and he sat up in bed.]
I woke up kind of turned on and totally horrified. Any ideas?