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[itsuitsmewell]

Characters: itsuitsmewell & say_my_name_bb
Location: Red X's apartment.
Time: Early evening.
Style: Whichever Ember-chan prefers.
Status: Closed.
Rating: PG-13 because of Red X's language, and use of alcohol.

Comments

Prose is fine :B

[say_my_name_bb]

Truthfully, Ember wasn't a girl who liked to be kept waiting...at all. So naturally, she spent the entire day trying to track down his location. Wasn't that hard, actually. Not many people wearing a cape, a skull mask, and an all black outfit.

So she'll be going intangible, checking all the rooms, until she finds one that she hasn't checked yet. At first, she thought it was the wrong place, but she saw his suit laid out on a desk. Smirking, she proceeded to poke her head out of the TV, just to get a rise out of him.

"Boo."

Works for me too!

[itsuitsmewell]

The thief was in the middle of swallowing a piece of chicken when her head popped through a screen. He nearly choked on it, but managed to force the piece of meat down his throat. "S-Shit!" he said, his voice no longer obscured by the mask and its electronic modulator meant to further obscure his identity.

Chasing the piece of chicken down with yet more beer, he wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and promptly tossed it into an almost-full wastebasket clear across the room; a perfect throw. "Ember. Usually, when a girl's breaking into my hiding place, she's either wearing a superhero outfit, or she's naked," he says, sitting cross-legged on his couch. He reached for the remote, and shuts the TV off. "What's up?" he then asked, scooting over.

:D

[say_my_name_bb]

Ember had admittedly been surprised, didn't expect to see him without his trademark suit. Not that she cared much, his reaction had been priceless. The rest of her body floated out of the TV and she proceeded to sit in mid air, next to it. "Well, I'm not a goody two-shoes and I like my clothing, so neither one of those should be happening today." she grinned a bit, obviously in a good mood.

After a bit, she floated over to the couch and sat down like a normal human being. "Well, I hadn't heard from you in a few days, so I decided I had to track you down. Hope you don't mind." totally doesn't care anyway.

[itsuitsmewell]

"Yeah. Right," he said, shifting his position a bit to face her. "At least it's you," he conceded, reaching for his starfish. He tapped a few buttons, making sure nothing was going to turn on, and folded his hands over his lap. "Here's what I heard so far," he began. "Some priestess chick is running the show here, and whatever news is available is censored at best. That coral brought us here, and we're basically human batteries to keep the water out, and to keep us in. We need to touch the coral periodically or we get sick, and when we do, it usually comes with some fucked up side-effect