[Thread] It's so damn hot!

[cheat_the_devil]

Characters: OU!Evey Hammond, OPEN
Where: The Grounds (All over)
When: Noon
Summary: Evey goes for a walk in full V getup. Runs into people...I guess.
Warnings: None....yet.

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[yeah_i_can_fly]

Tony ventured outside of his own apartment very little these days. Except maybe to visit the gardens on the off chance he'd run into Persephone down there and chat with her. He couldn't help but to like the goddess, and he needed fresh air some time, right? Today he was just out. Leaning against one of the apartment buildings (he wasn't even sure which at the moment) and eying the streets in front of him with little regard. He was more inside his head at the moment than anything

[cheat_the_devil]

She didn't jump and stopped when he'd addressed her. She turned her head, looking up at him. A few inches taller than her, would be more if she wasn't wearing the boots. "I am well-versed in the international language of sarcasm, sir. You believe my attire to be ridiculous," She replied, her voice muffled by the mask, making her voice sound not quite female but not entirely male, but still very British..

Her dark eyes looked him over, head to toe. He was probably around a decade older than her, dark hair, couldn't tell the eye color due to his sunglasses. Goatee. Attractive in that American sort of way.

[yeah_i_can_fly]

Stark was wearing his primmest of attire; an expensive blue suit, matching tie and dress shoes, and the sunglasses appeared of designer style as well. His hair was neatly slicked back although a light breeze might have caught it at some point during the day and blown a bit out of place. The way the dishelved bit of hair didn't detract from his stately manner in the least, if anything enhancing it with a homeliness that added to his boyish charm. Added with the smile he flashed her way, he was down-right gorgeous. In that American playboy, businessman sort of way.

"I'm afraid I can't say much about that subject," he replied coyly. "I have been known to wear some quiet... 'flamboyant' attire myself."

[cheat_the_devil]

"I see," V nodded, reminding herself to keep her thoughts away from what lay beneath his pricey suit. "Now would that be something in the 'cross-dresser' or in the 'I dress up like a superhero' area?" She asked, arching an eyebrow beneath the Guy Fawkes mask that hid her pretty features.

[ice_harpy]

A pare of curious pale-blue eyes turned to watch the strange figure as it passed her in the street. Karla raised one narrow eyebrow, the corners of her mouth quirking in amusement that held a hint of mischief, despite that there was no clear cause for it. She was warm enough in her trousers and sleeveless top, still unused to the temperatures the compound reached, and could not imagine willingly wearing anything as stifling as that all-black costume looked.

"Interesting outfit," she called, in what, for her, passed for a relatively amiable hail. "But there are easier ways to cook yourself, you know."

[cheat_the_devil]

The sun bearing down her in addition to her self-imposted stupid rule had made her a tad annoyed. "Oh? Anything besides spontaneous combustion or self-immolation?" Her tone was awkward, somewhere between a gruff female or an annoyed feminine male. She looked over to the blonde woman beside her, taking notice of the blue eyes.

[ice_harpy]

"An oven," Karla suggested. "Or a very large cookpot." Her eyebrows climbed higher as she took notice of the oddly androgynous voice, and she leaned back a little to study the other pedestrian (man? woman?) from an slight angle, pale eyes sharp and thoughtful. She unfurled her tightly-coiled defenses just a little, thin psychic tendrils tasting at the air around the other, though she was cautious not to make actual contact for even an instant.

[cheat_the_devil]

"But where would one get a very large cookpot in the center of hell, which is, I'm assuming, where we're at," V commented, as she tilted her head back, up towards the sky. She squinted a little as the sunlight hit her square in the eye and she lowered her head, cursing softly. "And this is why I don't go out during the daytime."

[dark_clown_mon]

Piemon skipped between the stones of the grave yard. This place reminded him of when he and Vamde-chan would run away and play in a nearby graveyard. Vamde-chan would raise the ghosts, and they'd play tag until the sun would start to rise. Graveyards would always be a safe place for the young clown Digimon, so much so, he didn't notice the person dressed in black, until he almost ran into them, so lost in his imaginary game of hide and seek.

"Ooomph!" he exclaimed, falling to the ground. "I'm sorry!" he said, getting to his feet.

[cheat_the_devil]

V stumbled back a foot or so, bumping into a broken tombstone. She looked down at the person that had fallen back. "I beg your pardon, I did not see you there," She said, looking down at him. She had, in fact, not seen him. She'd been concentrating her gaze downward, so that she wouldn't step over any low graves, or trip over any broken ones, as there seemed to be quite a few.

[dark_clown_mon]

Piemon finished dusting himself off, then looked over to see if the adult he had run into needed any help. "It's okay, I was runnin'..." His words cut off as he stared at the mask, and fear shuddered through him. "C.... C.... C.... Clown," he stuttered in terror, backing up.

[cheat_the_devil]

V was very confused by this odd-looking person. "I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm not a clown. I dislike clowns. Frightful-looking things. Always happy, that ridiculous smile on their faces."

"The person this mask represents is Guy Fawkes, he is a person from my country's history. Nothing more, nothing frightening."