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❧ optional scenario.A thunderstorm seems to have taken over Asgard's sky, dark clouds hanging eerily low and crackling with energy. The entire city is cast into a gloomy grey, the actual colors of the plants and buildings just a little more dull than normal. The air feels thick and heavy, even indoors, and the weather seems to be having varying effects on everyone.
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sudden clap of thunder might bring back a sharp memory of the last time you were truly afraid of something.
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bright flash of lightning might make your heart race with excitement and a sudden drive to do something you ordinarily wouldn't.
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heavy downpour of rain might make you inexplicably sad about something, whether real or imagined.
These effects might only last a second, or perhaps they stay with you all day. Maybe you just have to get out of the rain and dry off, that's all - perhaps it's just normal weather.
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assguardians2019-06-15 12:42 pm
V is kinda glad he's met her on a bad day tbh
[ Why indeed? V would find such things wrong, but he knows that his ideas of morals were a little skewed. He had no qualms of setting up murder and summoning demons, but he doesn't like it when people steal identities. Maybe that was because of his own circumstances?
His secrets were buried far deeper than she may think. As she looks him over, V reaches into his vest and takes out a book, the leather worn but the large 'V' on the cover still picked out in gold leaf. He flips is open and starts to read: ]
Lo, a shadow of horror is risen
In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific!
Self-closd, all-repelling: what Demon
Hath form'd this abominable void
This soul-shudd'ring vacuum?--Some said
"It is Urizen", But unknown, abstracted
Brooding secret, the dark power hid.
[ Ah, yes. The name. He did choose it from that long piece, just as much as how he chose his name to give Dante not so long ago. Chuckling, he flips the book closed and tilts the cover, letting the 'V' catch the sunlight. ]
Dr. Jekyll? I'm afraid you misunderstand. In this case, I'm the Dr. Jekyll. You can call me V.
i'm HOWLING V................
The last straw.
She can't help herself. She just laughs. A genuine, honest-to-God, completely disarmed laugh at the sheer absurdity of being stuck in Asgard, conscripted by gods, with a man who just casually pulls out a tome from his vest to quote esoteric poetry about demons and rejection.
This is solidly landing in the category of something being too entirely absurd to not be true. Isha has no other explanation. Nothing philosophical or existential about it. She just had to accept the fact of these series of events being as factual and true.]
I'm sorry, I just... [She tries to stifle her laugh, she really does. The thief finally takes off her glasses to clean them along the edge of her hoodie. Dark eyes now focus on him, still (ever so carefully) wiping the lenses. A keen eye would notice how delicately she works with her left arm.] Congratulations, you have made a very short list of esteemed people who have disarmed me, this [she lefts her left prosthetic arm, holding her glasses in her right hand] not withstanding. And yes, my good doctor, I meant you were Jekyll.
[The giant V does catch her attention, and she wonders if it's really his, a method of overwrought personalization, or if he simply opted the name and if the book was really the fifth installment in a long set. Why not it be just one of many? Men did so love to talk about the wretched temptations of Hell and Lucifer himself.]
he could have done a soft shoe shuffle instead of a poem
Well. Outside of Griffon but he had been a demon familiar crafted from the essence of his worse nightmares. So that was allowed. A little.
Pursing his lips, he glanced down at the prosthetic arm, looked up and tilted his head to the side. ]
I'm flattered.
[ Even if he thinks that she might be just saying that to save face. V doesn't press it but instead taps his cane lightly against the ground a couple times, the silver ringing as it hit stone as he thought. Well, it probably wouldn't hurt to talk about it. ]
And no, there is no special image that will suck me into Hell, no word or tome that had my Hyde and I return to our original self. Only dying at each other's hands made us whole again.
idk if that's better or worse
[Only drama could kill drama, and in no way can she imagine what his other half could possibly be like if this half speaks as if he were on stage.
She pushes her sunglasses onto the bridge of her nose again, calling in her composure once more. It has become decidedly eerie that she has nothing to analyze instantly, given that her glasses simply won't work. No measurements, no recordings, no facial recognition.
They are, in fact, now simply a very expensive pair of sunglasses.]
I suppose with that I could empathize.
[Her stolen half tried to kill her, and she in turn very nearly killed him. Isha sucks in air quickly, startled by the memory, the carnage, the pain. It's not who she was, but it was who she could be. It terrifies her still to know that she went her life avoiding death, but somehow it followed her still.]
Except neither of us came out whole, so our story is far less happy.
[The incident was public record. She had no real need to hide it, yet she had no real need to dive into it either. A beat, slight hesitation, a moment of trying to refocus from the near past to the present.]
Perhaps I do have a touch of Gothic tragedy in me yet.
[Said wryly, with a smirk.]
imagine singing in the rain if they were all dressed for a goth rave
Happy? I suppose it would seem that way to some.
[ Vergil being whole might have been a good thing, but considering the amount of damage that had been caused, it wasn't that happy. A lot of people lost their lives, a whole city had been reduced to little more than rubble, and an entire new group of doomsayers arose claiming that people need to atone for their godlessness. V was not egotistical enough to see it all as a good thing.
Though personally, it was amusing that Vergil ended up doing something that would make him realize that he was weaker than the humans he so despised. Especially the son that handed him his ass before he jumped into Hell. ]
Mm. You certainly... look the part, though I think you may need another signature piece. Or perhaps a little more bling to the arm?
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A thief at work can't prance about with her entire wardrobe, now can she? [Besides, all she really needed was her glasses and her noise-canceling boots, both of which she's wearing now. They were functional and practical, but the rest of her closet?
Well, she's got entirely too many signature looks.]
Besides, it seems to be frowned upon to walk into a government agency wearing everything you've stolen all at once. Something about being a proper citizen? [Isha shrugs, though the amusement is quite clear all the same.] I'm only allowed to wear such things if I'm on the clock and attempting to seduce someone.
[Is she joking? Is she being serious? Who really knows!]