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Sept 13, 2018 3:18:41 GMT
Post by Evelyn Winters on Sept 13, 2018 3:18:41 GMT
She didn’t like the idea of cooperating with someone. There was Axel, sure, and Cat, but they were equals, and furthermore, trustworthy. It wasn’t like Evelyn ever had much trust in the first place, but after her run in with Glasgowman, any that had existed was absolutely obliterated, unlikely to ever return. But here she was, having faith that some woman she had a fight with in a bar would remain true to her word.
There was some justification to her current objective though, something above an exchange of information; fun. She hadn’t done any proper intimidation in a while and she had to admit, she’d had a blast investigating this man. Mark Alexander, city councilman. Unmarried, no children, something of a drinker, had a thing for brunettes surprisingly enough, seemed more of a blonde kinda guy, but what did she know about that sort of thing? He had an unruly lifestyle for sure, but no major dirt.
What he did have, well, that she was quite excited to unveil.
He lived in a rather extravagant condo on the fourth floor. At least he did in New York. He had several living places all over the world. His family was quite rich, and his current occupation certainly didn’t hurt. Neither did, she imagined, his connections to the Yakuza.
It was easy enough to scale the building. All the condos had porches, it was simply a matter of hoisting herself up from one to the other. Soon enough, she’d made it to his. She easily picked the lock and slipped inside.
He wasn’t home yet. She knew he wouldn’t be home yet. He typically didn’t come home until nine o’clock on a weekday. It had just turned eight. She took a seat in the rather large chair in the corner of the room, opting to leave the lights off. She figured it’d offer more of a surprise. She pulled a knife out of a pocket, nothing too big. It was quite simple in fact, no serrations, nothing specially designed for maximum throwing efficiency or close combat, but it was razor sharp, and she loved the way it caught to light. It made the edges gleam.
As she waited, she ran her fingers down her arm, feeling the indents made by the scars covering her body. She’d left her hoodie at home, it was a bit too warm for comfort and it was still a little crusty with blood. She simply wore a black tank top and her usual black, baggy, pocket-filled pants.
As she felt her scars, she tried her best to remain unemotional. They often made her angry. She had been marred. Her body no longer belonged to her, it belonged to him. And she suppose she knew logically that she could never get it back, but she felt, if she could find him, at the very least she could do what was done to her; take everything from him. And perhaps then she would have ownership of herself again. She felt her scars to remind herself exactly what she’s doing this for. Not just for fun. But for herself. For her body. For Axel.
Speaking of Axel, he’d been rather absent today. She wondered why. Part of her missed his hallucinatory company, but part of her was glad. He often lightened her up. He never could be serious, but she felt like being serious. She’d felt something close to zen all night; a strange inner - not peace - but an inner focus, and she didn’t want that focus broken.
Time passed, Evelyn lost in her thoughts, fingers mindlessly running up and down her arm, admiring the reflection of the moon in her blade until she heard keys rattling at the door. She dropped her hand down and placed it on the arm of the chair. The door swung open, letting in a thick ray of light that didn’t quite reach her. He closed the door behind him, tossed his keys on a side table, and switched on the light. He didn’t seem to notice her immediately, or at least register her presence, but when he did, he froze, every muscle in his body stiffening. “Who are you?” He spoke.
She shrugged, “Does it matter?”
He quickly and angrily pulled out his phone, trying to hide his fear. "I'm calling the cops."
“First, let me ask you a question.” She pulled a photograph out of her pocket. “What’s this?”
He glanced up from his phone and shugged angrily. “I don’t know, some little girl sleeping.”
“Look closer.”
He looked again, this time his gaze stayed fixed, his face turned pale.
“What about this?” She held up another photo of the little girl playing with her toys, obviously taken from outside a window.
His hands dropped limply to his sides. “Where-where’d you get…”
“How about this?” She held up another photo of the little girl getting push in a stroller by a young woman on the sidewalk. They looked rather happy.
“Where’d you get those?” He asked, somewhere between furious and horrified.
“You didn’t answer my question.” She held up all three pictures like playing cards. “What are these?”
He took a deep, shaky break. “That’s-that’s my niece, and Janine, my sister-in-law in the one in with the stroller.”
“That’s certainly who the people in the pictures are, yes, but what are they?”
“I...I don’t...I don’t understand, I…” He tried desperately to hold onto his composure, but it was breaking more and more.
“I’ll tell you what they are. They’re incentive.” She stated. “Because if you don’t do what I tell you, I will kill them. Starting with your niece, Piper, then Jenine, then your brother Phil, then your mother, Sharon, and your father, Vernon, although I seriously doubt it’ll get to that, because from what I understand all you have to do is quite simple.”
“What is that.” He said, emotionless, but from the way he stated it she could tell he already knew.
“Do whatever the Yakuza tell you.”
“Are you telling me you’re Yakuza?” He asked with disbelief.
“No, I’m just a...temporary ally.”
“Okay…” he ran his hand through his hair, “okay…”
“So are you going to do it?”
“Yeah, yeah I’ll do it.”
“Okay, but if you don’t, I will kill them.”
“Okay, yeah, okay, I get it.” He ran his fingers through his hair again, using both hands this time. “I never should’ve gotten into this shit in the first place.” He muttered under his breath.
“No, you shouldn’t have.” She agreed, getting up and opening the door to the porch, “but you’re stuck in it now.” She lowered her body down the railing. “I’ll be watching you.” She reminded him before dropping down to the railing below her.
She made her way down the building and started walking home, hands in her pockets. That was a lot of fun, and she wished she could have extended it further, but she was quite anxious to get back to her trailer. Cat still could barely move, though he’s been desperately trying to. She wanted to make sure he hadn’t hurt himself.
“You did well.” She heard a familiar voice from behind her.
”Thanks.” She replied, ”Thought I might be a little rusty.”
“Naw, he was scared shitless.” Axel retorted, floating up beside her. “Your whole monotone thing works wonders.” He paused, placing a finger on his chin, “Sometimes.”
”Sometimes.” She smirked.
“I mean, yeah, unless you’re intimidating them, your people skills are absolute shit. We need to work on that.”
”Sure we do.”
“We do! Emotional manipulation is an incredibly useful skill to learn!”
”As you’ve told me many times before.”
“Because it’s true! You know how much shit I’ve gotten out of people just by talking to them? Besides, look at you, who wouldn’t want to open up to you? Who wouldn’t love a face like that?”
She felt the scar running from the edge of her mouth to her cheekbone. Who wouldn’t love a face like that.
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Aug 21, 2018 23:44:08 GMT
Post by Evelyn Winters on Aug 21, 2018 23:44:08 GMT
Evelyn felt her head spin as her feet landed on the city concrete. She felt another wave of nausea; less powerful than last time, but (after assessing her surroundings, making sure it was safe) she still stuck her fingers down her throat to get rid of the feeling immediately, a meager stream of vomit poured out of her mouth. Nausea alleviated, she aired out her hand to get rid of the uncomfortable warm feeling of another’s touch.
No one was around. Fortunate, because she was tired. Her ribs were aching and she wasn’t in the mood for murder. She just wanted to get home, see what Cat’s been up to. Maybe he’d left her a present or two. She’d been getting quite fond of stuffing half-eaten animals. She found it relaxing. It was the first artistic endeavour she’d ever really been interested in. If only Axel...well, she supposed he could see what she’s done, in his own way.
She looked over at him. He gave her a knowing smile that she wasn’t quite sure how to interpret. He shrugged. “For what it’s worth, I like what you’ve done.”
”I know.” She muttered in Axevian.
She simply nodded at Sonnet’s words. Once she teleported away, Evelyn stepped out of the alley towards the street. She looked around. It was a bit of a walk home, but not too far. At least the weather was nice. She took her jacket, now stiff with blood, and draped it over her arm, and began her journey back to her trailer.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Aug 18, 2018 8:13:01 GMT
The thud Jessamine’s body made as it fell to the ground barely registered. All her attention was focused on the loud moaning emanated from Cat as she quickly made her way toward him, agitated but clearly filled with pain. He struggled on the ground, three of his four legs flailing wildly, trying to stand upright. ”No, no, no, don’t stand up.” Evelyn said softly, but despite her protests he made it up on three legs, the fourth, his left hind leg, lay limp, the bone clearly sticking out of the skin, blood leaking from the wound. He let out a hiss, directed at the woman lying on the ground, but it was airy, strained, and he seemed to wince afterward. ”No, no don’t do that.” She pleaded, kneeling beside him. She gingerly ran her fingers over his body. Broken rib, punctured lung, fracture in front left femur, compound fracture in the hind left tibia. He wobbled slightly as he stood, he seemed disoriented. Possible head trauma. She let a sharp breath out of her nose, concerned but seething with anger. He let out an angry meow, again, wispy and strained. ”Shh, don’t say anything.” She said, gently stroking his back. ”I know it’s hard for you, but you just gotta relax.” She quickly reached into her medical supplies and pulled out a syringe as well a small bottle of morphine. She filled the syringe and knelt back down by Cat, gently holding him still as she injected the painkiller into his bloodstream. He struggled a little, but not much. ”I’ll heal you up soon, but for now, just relax, the pain will go away soon.” She reassured him as she helped him lay down, guiding him with her hands. He struggled slightly, but quickly relented, resting his head on the ground. The morphine was quickly taking effect. She stood up. ”I have to take care of something first, but after that I’ll fix you up. And I promise, you’ll get your revenge.” She desperately wanted to begin patching up Cat now, but she didn’t want to risk the venom losing its potency. She didn’t know how it would react to a shapeshifter and she didn’t want to risk anything, not after the woman’s unexpected outburst.
She curled her bloodied hands into fists, her knuckles (or those that remained), turning white as she walked towards the naked woman and stood above her, looking down, face blank but eyes fuming. ”You just wanted to help the cat, did you? That’s what got you into this whole mess in the first place. Well, look what a great job you’ve done.” She lifted up her metal leg and brought down hard on Jessamine’s femur, hearing a satisfying crack as she did. ”I’m so glad you can feel all this.” She stepped over to her side. ”I would never create a toxin that would dull the senses along with movement, what would be the point?” She said before delivering a swift and deliberate kick to the ribs. Enough to fracture, not to break. She couldn’t afford a punctured lung. She was still her test subject after all. ”Don’t worry, there won’t be any permanent damage.” She said. ”Just enough so you know how it feels.” She tilted her head to the side. ”Now, as much as I’d like to keep you in this humiliating position, I think it’s time we wrap this up. We’ve moved past the physical acuity tests, don’t you think? It's time to take you home.” She grabbed the closest heavy object she could find, which happened to be a thick metal rod used for mounting taxidermy, and whacked her over the head with it, knocking her out cold.
She dropped the metal rod, it landed on the ground with a metallic clang as she ran back over to Cat. His breathing was labored and the morphine was dulling his senses, but she could still see the fire in his eyes. There wasn’t much she could do for the broken rib beside dulling the pain, the pneumothorax was minor, it would heal on its own, but she could help with the legs. Complete anesthesia would take too long too long kick in, and she wouldn’t want to risk any further brain damage by knocking him out. She quickly introduced local anesthetic to both of his legs, put on a pair of gloves, and carefully set his tibia back in place, securing it with metal screws and supports. She then sewed up the skin and placed a bandage over the wound before resting a splint alongside the injury and secured the splint with tight bandages. Not ideal, but it was all she had. She then splinted and bandaged the front leg, all the while Cat remained gracefully still. She attributed this more to the drugs coursing through his system than any willingness to be healed. He was always stubbornly independent. Although if it were anyone but her trying to heal him, he would’ve hissed and fought all the way through the morphine and anesthetic.
Once Cat was sufficiently patched up, she walked back over to the unconscious woman and let out a hefty sigh. Her clothes had been torn to pieces during her transformation. She couldn’t transfer an unconscious naked woman to her apartment without raising some suspicion. She would have to dress her in her clothes. They were about the same size, it would work. She changed Jessamine into a dark colored t-shirt and baggy jeans and picked up her wallet and keys. ”I’ll be back soon.” She told Cat. Then, wrapping Jessamine’s arm over shoulder, dragged her out to her dirty red pickup and buckled her into the passenger seat, not bothering to be careful with her wounds. She drove her out to her apartment. To any onlookers, she’d simply look like a sleeping passenger.
Once they got to the building, she parked in the lot and dragged her up to her room, carrying a device that would malfunction any security cameras if they had any. She wasn’t sure but she figured she’d be safe. Once they arrived, she opened the door using Jessamine’s keys and dropped her to the floor once they were inside. Then Evelyn took her clothes off of Jessamine and dressed her in her own, placing the wallet and keys in her pocket. She then dragged her down the hallway and aptly threw her down the stairs. Someone would find her eventually and come to their own conclusions, although it most certainly looked like she’d fallen. It’s much more believable than what actually happened to her.
She walked nonchalantly down the stairs, stepping over the unconscious body as she made her way to her vehicle and drove away, back to the outskirts of the city, down the hidden dirt road and to her trailer. She got out and walked inside to find Cat right where she left him, eyes closed but still clearly breathing, with difficulty but still breathing. She sat down beside him and laid a hand on his back. He moved his head slightly, but otherwise didn’t stir. ”You worry me, you know that?” He let out a low hum. Evelyn laughed. ”I know you don’t me to, but I do.” She scooted closer to him, and he nuzzled his head against her leg. She bit her lip, despite her best efforts a tear forming in her eye. ”I don’t know what I’d do if anything...if anything happened to you.” He let out a low purr as she stroked his back. ”I couldn’t go through that again, I just…” Her voice was choked by the lump in her throat. She sniffed and wiped her eyes. ”I’m sorry, I don’t mean to get all weepy around you. I shouldn’t.” She shook her head. ”I shouldn’t, you’re going to be fine.” She smiled through her red, puffy, tear-stained face. ”You’re going to be fine. And besides, we got ourselves a test subject.”
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Aug 15, 2018 7:14:03 GMT
She looked over at the door. No doubt she could. On the off (or perhaps not so off) chance there was no white vinegar in the apartment, she could easily create a similar, and perhaps more powerful, solution with what she could find in the apartment to eliminate the rust. It would be time consuming, but she could do it. However, given the context of their relationship, the praise seemed almost condescending.
“Never satisfied, are ya.”
She laughed, ”Rarely.” She replied in Axevian. Which made her wonder. No comments about her talking to herself in a mysterious language. Typically she would get a “who are you talking to” or “what are you saying,” which she would either ignore or make a sarcastic comment about or tell them the truth depending on her current patience for human interaction. But so far Sonnet hadn’t said a word. Evelyn had perhaps interpreted a look or two, but nothing out of her mouth. What must she be thinking?
“Who gives a fuck?” Axel quipped as he floated through the air lying on his back, hands behind his head.
”True.”
Evelyn took a deep breath inward as Sonnet once again held out her hand. She didn’t like touching people, and she certainly didn’t want to do it again. Not to mention, she didn’t like relying on people, and she’d been relying on Sonnet for an uncomfortable amount of things lately. Plus, there was no guarantee Sonnet would teleport her somewhere desirable. Evelyn could still employ the strategy she’d laid out beforehand if need be, but she was still reluctant. Nevertheless, she put she discomfort, dignity, and paranoia aside, and grabbed ahold of her hand.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Aug 13, 2018 8:52:04 GMT
”Oh good, you’re awa-” She was cut off as Jessamine suddenly turned into a gorilla and threw Cat across the room. He let out a yelp of pain as he slammed against the well. She heard something crack. ”Cat!” She said, with genuine worry in her voice and on her face. Distracted with her concern for Cat’s wellbeing, she didn’t have time to react to the giant hand that threw her to the side. Her body slammed against the table, knocking her taxidermy equipment asunder. It hurt. Nothing was broken, but the attack would most certainly cause some serious bruising.
She had to paralyze her. No spinal damage, that would be permanent. She couldn’t irreparably damage her subject, she had plans for further studies. She reached into her pocket, using the artificial nerves in her leg to siphon through her collect on knives until it conjured one knife in particular. It was small, thin, fast. It would be relatively ineffective if it weren’t for the powerful venom coating the blade. It was fast acting, of her own creation, and would paralyze the victim almost instantly as soon as it entered the bloodstream.
She pulled out the blade and tossed it at the animal as it was lunging for the door. She was aiming for the shoulder, somewhere that wouldn’t cause permanent damage. It was a large target and she had impeccable aim. Despite her injury, this would be an easy hit.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Aug 11, 2018 9:08:54 GMT
”You won’t tell anyone...what?” She asked condescendingly. ”’Do you know where you are right now? Do you have any idea who I am?” The answer to both would obviously be no. She was unconscious when she brought her here, and she had given no indication to her identity.
”Evil, what an interesting concept to bring up. Of course you would believe in such a thing. Tell me, do you think I’m a human evil or a natural evil?” She doubted Jessamine would be aware of the philosophical distinction, but she was curious to see what her answer would be anyway. That is until she caught a glimpse of her face. She was barely conscious. Of course she would be squeamish around blood, of course she would be. “Well, we didn’t need her to be conscious for this part anyway.” She told Cat as Jessamine slumped over, out cold.
Evelyn sighed and propped her up so she wouldn’t get in the way of her work. She finished filling the fourth vial, then then fifth as Cat climbed on Jessamine’s lap, as if claiming ownership of her. ”Yes, she certainly is your prey.” Evelyn agreed, as she placed the vials in safe storage. ”But she’s mine too.” Cat purred in response, digging his claws into Jessamine’s flesh.
She took a small knife and shaved off a small layer of Jessamine’s skin, so small she wouldn’t even notice, and placed it in storage. She then took a cotton swab and swabbed the inside of her cheek, placing the swab in a vial and putting it in storage as well. Finally, she took a pair of tweezers and plucked out a single strand of hair and placed it in a ziplock bag, then placed that, too, in storage.
Once all the physical samples were taken care of, she took off her gloves, her scarred, gnarled hands covered in a thin layer of sweat. She wiped them on her pants, then returned to her taxidermy, waiting for Jessamine to wake up. Cat remained perched on her lap.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Aug 11, 2018 8:05:10 GMT
”Just seeing what you know.” She replied. ”Trust me, as I said, I can find this information on my own. I’ve done this many times before.”
“It’s gonna be weird doing it without me, huh?” Axel said, humorous, but with a hint of melancholy.
”Hm.” Evelyn grunted. They hadn’t always done blackmail-intimidation together, in fact oftentimes they did it on their own, but emotional hindsight always seemed to color things. She remember all the times Axel would get close to the target, sometimes very close, learn about them, reveal their dreams, desires, relationships, secrets. Then Evelyn would confront them with this information, corner them while they were alone, break into their abode if they lived by themselves, she always loved surprising them like that. Sometimes they would switch roles, for practice. Oftentimes they would team up during the confrontation. Axel got off on their fear as much as Evelyn did. They grew up doing it together, learning from each other. ”Yeah, it will be weird.” She concluded, speaking in Axevian.
She was surprised when Sonnet agreed with her. So far it had seemed to her to be a mutual power struggle, her arrogance versus her superiority, but here she was, admitting weakness. It felt validating, if not slightly disappointing. She was somewhat enjoying their game, even if it was annoying her.
”Yes, we have a deal.” She said in English. It just hit her that she was finally making steps towards finding Glasgowman. She had an insider, a fringe insider, but an insider nonetheless. Maybe she had no information, maybe she thought she was just using her, but with the intel she got from the man in the bar, she finally had a some solid leads. She was getting closer. Closer to ripping that asshole’s intestines out of his goddamn eye sockets. She was excited; happy even.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Aug 5, 2018 22:14:28 GMT
”Stop whining, it’s unbecoming.” It wasn’t unbecoming. Not for her and Cat anyway. They loved seeing someone squeal before them, but she knew telling her to stop would only make her do it more. It amused her to play with people like this. That kind of stuff was usually Axel’s game, he was the one who could emote after all, but she could play it too, in her own way. ”Besides, I have no idea what gave you the impression I was anywhere near done with you.” She said as she took the vial, now filled with blood, and replaced it with an empty one. It was difficult to do one handed, but she managed. ”I have three more vials to fill after this one, then I have to take skin samples, saliva samples, hair samples. Then we do the physical acuity assessments.”
She looked Jessamine in the eye as she replaced the second vial with a third. ”You really are slow, aren’t you.” It was not a question. Sometimes it amazed her how inept everyone was. Not that it was a bad thing, no, not necessarily. It simply asserted her superiority. Most people took years to learn a language. It took her, at most, a month to become fluent. She created her own language by the time she was six. ”So very, very slow.” She asserted, replacing the third vial with a fourth.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Aug 5, 2018 21:52:36 GMT
Her inward grin grew. No children. She would have to work harder to find his vices. A challenge. She was getting excited. ”Young nieces, nephews, he must have some. Maybe just siblings, perhaps. Parents that he cares about.” She said, partly asking a question, partly just thinking out loud. It’d be extremely unlucky to not have at least one of these things. ”If you don’t have this information I’ll be happy to find it myself.”
The tone in her voice intrigued her. Did she have something against the sexually liberated, as Axel would call it? He would also just call it being a whore, he always like being labelled a deviant. She looked over at Axel, a little smile on her face, which he matched. If only Sonnet could meet him. She would love to see how she would react.
She didn’t know what they wanted out of this councilman. She just followed orders blindly. Evelyn’s respect for this woman diminished greatly. ”It’s disappointing that you have superiors. I know that’s how gangs work, but for some reason, I expected more from you than that.” She told her with full earnesty. ”It’s a folly to allow yourself to be subjugated." Even when Evelyn worked in the police force, she always considered herself to be in charge, even if her title labeled her below another. She always did whatever she wanted, always had more information than everyone above her, and always made sure she had plenty of dirt on her “superiors” so she always had power over them, and never the other way around. The only person in the world she ever considered to be her equal was Axel. Now all she had was Cat, who, while a worthy equal, was certainly no replacement.
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Jul 31, 2018 18:41:47 GMT
Post by Evelyn Winters on Jul 31, 2018 18:41:47 GMT
Evelyn caught the phone and, glancing up at Sonnet, put in quite a long and unusual number. She’d crafted her own cellphone for this specific purpose. I could not be traced nor could it be identified by manufacturer, as she was the manufacturer. She’d used the phone to place precise calls to certain targets when she needed them in a particular area, but she’d never given out the number. It was odd, like she was putting herself on their level, but she’s been having quite the repulsion towards that idea as of late, so maybe she was just overthinking it. Once she’d punched the number in, she tossed the flip phone back to Sonnet.
Blackmail. Intimidation. Exciting. She hadn’t done that in a while. Not since her...incident. She missed it. And a councilman too. Not a senator, but certainly not a plebian. ”Sounds promising.” She said, her tone lightening. ”And I know vagueries can be fun for some people.” She glanced over at Axel. “God knows you love them.” She said in Axevian, smirking.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Axel smiled slyly, tilting his head up.
”But I’m going to need some specifics.” She said, switching back to English. ”Who is this councilman? Where does he live? What are the terms of your agreement? What is your project?” Most of this information she figured she could find out herself once she learned his name, but she reckoned simply asking would be easier, even if she might not get an answer, she wasn’t quite in the mood for sleuthing. ”Does he have any children, grandchildren?” She asked. She had a plan forming in her mind already. She knew Axel would’ve just seduced him, record them having sex, and use it for blackmail, that was always his go-to, but the very idea of sex repulsed her. Her go-to, especially in the time immediately after Axel’s death, was simply pressing a knife to their throat. She found the prospect of imminent death in the face of failure to meet her demands was a very motivating influence. But she was looking for a little fun. It was time to get creative.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Jul 29, 2018 9:32:17 GMT
The woman’s comment about Evelyn’s supposed blight on the city amused her. She supposed there must be some unheard of pandemic of scientifically minded unconventionally moraled people going around kidnapping metahumans and experimenting on them, and that’s why it’s so hard to live in this city on a student budget. ”A trapped animal squealing in defense.” She muttered at Cat who simply licked his lips in response.
So she wasn’t going to hand the wallet to her herself. Strange. Typically having someone reach into her back pocket makes the person feel uncomfortable, but Evelyn felt no such discomfort committing the act. Once she had the wallet, she pulled out her ID. Committing her full name, address, and date of birth to memory she put the ID back in the wallet and handed it back to who she now knew was Jessamine.
So it was up to her. Jessamine here was likely going to regret those words. She already venipuncture stuff ready, so, ”Needle it is then.” She grabbed her wrist and held it with and iron grip so her arm was completely straight. ”Don’t move. It’ll get messy. For you.” She slowly brought the needle towards the vein in her forearm, careful not to trigger her startle response.
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Jul 29, 2018 8:09:39 GMT
“Posturing.” She scoffed, but said no more than that. There was clearly no getting through to this woman. She had no idea how many people she’s killed, no idea how many high-ranking people, gang members or otherwise, she’s eliminated, but listing them would take too much time, and it reminded her too much of that copypasta about the Navy Seal Axel showed her and the Axel in her told her that wouldn’t come off well. Besides, her memory got a bit blurry in the months after Axel’s death, and that’s when most of her high-ranking gang member kills took place. She would hate to be inaccurate.
Although, as much as she hated to admit, Sonnet did have a shadow of a point. Evelyn’s always looked at the underworld from above, as she does with everything and everyone. Axel was the one who got into the mix of it. Who talked with the people, learned of their politics, related to them. On high, yet down low.
“And look where that got me.” He interjected, unusually grim.
Yes, look where that got him, she had to remind herself. She had to stay above everyone. She could never bring herself to their level, even superficially. She had succumbed to human weakness once, and she paid for it. Dearly. She may not navigate through the world, as Sonnet put it, but she’ll fly above it, striking down those she needs to, extracting information from those who’ll give it to her. No one would ever end her. But for now, she’ll play this game.
She turned to face Sonnet. ”Scared. Sounds fun. I’ll accept it. Although I think my attitude is perfectly acceptable for such a task. Yours, however, could use some tweaking. That arrogance is going to get on my nerves if we’re going to continue as, how did I put it, ‘reluctant allies?’” She crossed her arms. ”What do you need me to do?”
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Jul 20, 2018 10:42:09 GMT
Post by Evelyn Winters on Jul 20, 2018 10:42:09 GMT
Amusement. A subset of reaction number two, caused by arrogance. Unbelievability. She believed she was delusional about her abilities. While since the incident, she has been far more delusional about certain things than previously (the bastard stole her mind too goddamnit), she had never had any delusions about her abilities. She was simply stating what she believed to be the truth. While she can lie, she detests doing so. Her brutal honesty can be off putting. Combined with her expressionless voice and facial expressions, it’s led some to believe she has some form of autism. Of course, she wasn’t simply being honest. She had always felt a need to establish her superiority to everyone, to let them know, and assure herself, that they were lesser, and this need had only increased since her brother’s death and her encounter with Glasgowman. While it was an expected reaction, this amusement annoyed her, it was her least favorite reaction. It meant they felt she was inferior. She would amend that. Somehow.
So that was what she was referring to when she meant help, her little tidbits about Glasgowman. She felt like laughing. Sonnet must feel some special sort of entitlement to believe she would ask her for help. Request her assistance, yes. Use her for information, yes. But ask for help? Absolutely not, she would never stoop so low. Especially for something she could easily extract forcefully. ”I won’t ask for help, I’ll ask for information, like I did previously. To ask for help would be admitting defeat, that I could not obtain this information otherwise on my own. There’s a difference between using someone, and bowing down and requesting help. And like it or not, you have been, and will continue to be, used. Laugh all you want, but you should know it is very difficult for me to tell anything more or less than the truth.”
Axel laughed, “God, you are terrible at this.”
”Well you never learned how to engineer a circuit board.” Evelyn smirked, speaking in Axevian.
“Cause it was boring and it sucked.” He pouted sarcastically.
Evelyn was getting tired of this "help" nonsense. She decided it was time she put Sonnet in her place. ”I do not exchange something of equal value for your ‘help.’”. She said, switching back to English as she walked towards her until they were standing only an inch apart, and pulled a knife out of her pocket. ”The only thing I will exchange is a lack of your pain or a lack of your death. You will not hold anything over me, I will hold everything over you. It will cost me nothing, but it will cost you everything. I could easily reach out and grab you before you could react. You require physical contact to teleport someone with you, I’m going to assume that if someone makes physical contact with you, you have no choice but to teleport with them. If that assumption is wrong, you either teleport away and I lose you, a small loss, you teleport somewhere else in this room, perhaps resuming our fight perhaps not, a neutral outcome, or you teleport me somewhere perilous then teleport away, but I promise if you do, I will sever your artery before you can leave me to die. If I’m correct, you either remain trapped here and possibly try to shoot me, although I assure you I can stab you far faster than you can reach for that gun, or, again, you try to teleport somewhere perilous for me, but I can also assure you that if for some reason I cannot get out of that situation I will kill you and if I do not die I will not let go of you. So if you do have anymore pertinent information, I would suggest you give it to me before I carve you up like I did the man in the bar.” She felt a surge of confidence, of power. This woman had been annoying her ever since they’d "teamed up," and once again she finally felt she had the upper hand. The risk of the situation was making her heart pound. It was invigorating.
”Unless you have something fun I can do like, say, kill someone who’s been giving you trouble or find some information for you that you’ve been unable to find yourself, then I will accept this exchange, but I will not sacrifice anything for whatever measly knowledge you may have on this man that I could easily extract from you by force.”
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Post by Evelyn Winters on Jul 20, 2018 6:53:28 GMT
Her pleading gave her yet another ego boost. Another affirmation of her power over her. There was a good chance that this woman wouldn’t come out of this alive, but on the other hand, she could provide a good case study, she could track her movements, her activities, see the long-term effects of being a metahuman. The more she thought about, the more she liked the idea.
Evelyn wanted to laugh. ”Help the cat?” She looked at Cat. ”Cat would never need help, certainly not yours.” Cat was one of the most independent creatures Evelyn had ever met. He refused to eat anything she fed him, insisting on hunting for his own food. The only reason he accepted water from her in the first place was because of a drought, he was desperate. She had a feeling he detested her initially for forcing him to go so low as to accept assistance. Though eventually, she believed, he felt in her what she felt in him; a kindred spirit.
”And again, you didn’t answer the question.” She pulled a knife out of her pocket. ”I’ll ask for the last time.” She was careful, she didn’t want to trigger the startle response the woman had been going on about, so instead of stabbing a hole in her hand, she simply pressed the knife against her throat. ”Swab, needle, or death?” She asked. ”Also, hand me your wallet.” She added as an afterthought.
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Jul 19, 2018 11:23:54 GMT
Post by Evelyn Winters on Jul 19, 2018 11:23:54 GMT
She had not expected her day to end up like this. She was simply expecting a relaxing walk in the city with Cat, harassing passersby and hunting pigeons. Not that she was complaining. She’d been waiting for an opportunity like this ever since she heard about metahumans; either to fight and defeat one or experiment on one. Or, she supposed, if needed, both. This woman was far from a physical threat, so she had fallen into the latter category. However, she was proving to be a somewhat difficult test subject.
“As all living things are.” Axel reminded her.
Yes but with humans specifically, one must deal with a somewhat more refined consciousness than other animals. And Evelyn had never been good at dealing with that.
Her comment confused her somewhat. ”More than just test on you? Of course not. You offer me no other value than to gain personal knowledge and insight on metahuman biology that corporate-sponsored, headline-grabbing research papers made by mediocre minds won’t afford me.” She looked her in the eyes. ”I think it’s important for you to know that you have no worth to me as a human being, as human beings are generally overrated in their worth. You are simply a particularly useful pile of flesh and nothing more. I will not hesitate to hurt you, kill you, or worse. Is that clear?”
She smirked inwardly, ”And you should know your hissing is doing nothing than make you look even more pathetic, to both me and Cat.” Cat licked his lips, pupils wide, staring at the woman. ”Which brings me to my previous query, which, to my annoyment, you have not yet answered.” She picked up the needle in one hand and a cotton swab in the other. ”Swab, needle, or death?”
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