Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins

Jan 10, 2012 19:16

WHO: Elektra and Scathach
WHERE: Elektra MAC apartment
WHEN: directly after this conversation
WARNINGS: None that I can think of.
SUMMARY: Elektra worries she may be a little in over her head and gets an expert opinion.
FORMAT: quick

The air around me still feels like a cage )

elektra natchios | elektra, scathach | the shadow

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spadassin January 11 2012, 01:43:16 UTC
[Scathach didn't usually run to other people, but for Elektra she made an exception. Her student was in trouble, and helping her was plausible; as much as Scatty said she tried not to meddle too much in humani affairs, she had done it quite a bit in the City during the past two years. Part of her must have believed that since this wasn't her world, there was really little lasting damage she could do; at least, she couldn't directly cause the end of the existing world. As far as she knew. But that was a train of thought for another day.

Just less than a minute after hanging up the phone, she was at Elektra's door, knocking quickly.]

Elektra.

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likethetragedy January 11 2012, 02:02:05 UTC
Coming. [Elektra turns on her heel and heads for the door.
She opens it and steps aside quickly to let her in.]

Hello Sensei. Make yourself at home.

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spadassin January 11 2012, 14:11:22 UTC
[Scathach enters the room in one stride, and immediately begins looking around to see if there's anything wrong with the apartment. Not immediately finding anything, she turns to Elektra in a quick motion. Her eyes are contracted to mere slits, and it looks as if the skin is pulled too tightly over her face, making her features too angular. But it's gone in a moment, and she's regular Scatty again.]

Tell me what you know about him.

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likethetragedy January 12 2012, 00:51:15 UTC
[Elektra doesn't question it. She simply shuts the door and reports back everything.]

He goes by Bullseye. He's an insane assassin who has a grudge against the Elektra of his world. Something about similar skill sets.

[Judging by her face she knows that's ridiculous thing to not get elaboration on.]

He's a marksmen who can make a weapon out of everything, will disarm me the first chance he gets, bald, and has a scar on his forehead. Fixated on the man who told me about all this too.

[She's rubbing her forehead.] That's another part of the problem.

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