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Private The Queen and Her Jester

Discussion in 'Blackhaven' started by Irina Clockworker, Apr 6, 2018.

  1. Irina Clockworker

    Irina Clockworker The Evillious Chronicles

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    March 27, year 7​


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    Irina had been in Pandora for a few days, now and finding that medium that had been there for a rather long time had been really useful. She already had a lot of information about what we knew about this world, some people in it, but also about rumors, current events and older ones. She had a better understanding of this world than anyone had ever had when first arriving.

    This wasn’t an accident that she ended up in Blackhaven at night. It had a bad reputation; the kind of place where she could find some subordinates, some people ready to get their hands dirty, people always looking for a fight and who's violence was their driving force.

    The witch was hiding the pretty face of her medium and her cat body under the hood of her black cloak. She was wearing a short black dress with a slightly longer red underdress. Walking with these black heels had already become a second nature; it was easier than learning how to walk with a cat body…

    She also had a the sheath containing the Vessel of Lust, the Venom Sword, around her waist and another little spacein her belt was made purposefully for the Vessel of Gluttony, the Wine Glass, which was placed right there.

    Irina was walking, hoping to hear a sound that would make her think of chaos (fights, murders, magic being used violently), that’s all she needed to find her future minions. It shouldn’t be that complicated, in such a place.

    She definitely had seen strange things, since she arrived, though, just like someone trying to steal something from her. Seeing how clumsy they were doing so, she knew they weren’t good enough for her. She discreetly used her telekinesis to slightly move a paving stone that her long cloak was hiding to make them fall. She could have done so much more to them, but it wasn’t the time to get noticed by everyone around.

    Suddenly, she heard the kind of noises she was waiting for. Shouting people. It wasn’t that interesting for a plan, but people shouting were usually angry people, and it could quickly escalate from there and she wouldn’t want to miss the moment one of them would get their feelings hurt and cry. Or maybe one of them would get hurt! That promised to be something interesting. The witch started running in-between the dark alleys before hiding behind a wall and observing what was happening.

    She couldn’t see how many people were there, but one of them, a woman, looked familiar…


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  2. Harleen Quinzel

    Harleen Quinzel DC Universe

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    This was her area. Not that Harley was obsessed with being territorial, like boys did, but until Anarky or the Red Boys made their utopian collective villages, she was preeeetty sure it was totally permissable to demand that her streets remained free from people who crammed her style. Who had he worst fashion sense she had ever seen since people begun wearin' shoulder pads!! And who were tryin' to profit in her neighbourhood by bullyin' her people! It was outrageous and rude and in very poor taste, but it was good thing that Harley had a solution.

    She had led the gang of losers into one nightclub that was bein' run by a bunch of very skilled and lethal ladies, who, for the purpose of the gag had been dressed as innocent and harmless lolitas. The boys thought that they had found easy prey and that they could score some hard cash before they scored some babes as well. But right when the deal was about to go down, in came Harley and the ladies revealed their katanas, chains and hello kitty brass knuckles. Needless to say, the fun had just begun.

    But they had decided to show that they could more creative than plain ol mindless violence(though Harley loved her mindless violence!) and after an ol' fashioned beatin', they had dragged the gang out on the street and tied them up in the lamp posts. To make it even more entertainin' for the passerbys, they had painted some of the faces of their attackers with lipsticks and now Harley had decided to spray some glitter on them, even if it was nowhere near Christmas. At least she didn't think it was? Time could be strange in this looney bin world.

    'Awwwww look how pretty you are now!!' she said in between giggles to the leader of the rough guys gang(that was seriously their name) as she held a mirror in front of him. He kept fidgetin' and growling and even sayin' mean things at times, but they had made sure that he wouldn't be able to free himself until several hours had passed and people all over Blackhaven had heard about what had happened to them. 'Cheer up fella! Nobody likes a sour face. It brings less money to the studio!' she continued mockin' him.
     
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  3. Irina Clockworker

    Irina Clockworker The Evillious Chronicles

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    This scene was definitely something. Irina carefully approached, ready to cast a spell if the bullies decided to make her their next victim. The guys tied up to the lamp posts looked completely ridiculous, the witch really couldn’t help but laugh at them. Now that she had blown her cover, there was no need to approach silently anymore. She stepped with confidence towards the woman with the mirror, she who looked familiar. Irina stared at her face, a smile on her lips and curiosity in her eyes.

    She then turned to the gang and also recognized them. She had heard of this gang and had observed them quite a few time, to see if they were worth working with her.

    Guess the witch had her definitive answer now.
    Well, I’m kind of disappointed. I thought the rough guys gang would have put up a real fight.

    She removed the hood from her head, revealing her face and her cat body. As a cat, she jumped from her medium’s shoulder and, from the ground, she jumped on the gang leader’s head, kneading him on the top of his head, letting her claws out.

    The medium turned back to the bully and, suddenly, realized where she had seen her. The memories of the possessed girl had proven to be so useful more than once already.
    I know you from the news…” she said, with a smile. “You’re one of the vandals of Stark Industries!

    The witch closed her eyes and sighed. She looked right into the other woman’s eyes, with a rather disappointed look.
    Don’t tell me you waste such potential on gang wars. Don’t you wish for more than that?” She put her hand on her own hip, revealing the sword in its sheath that she carried with her. “More chaos?

     
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    Harleen Quinzel DC Universe

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    Awwww it was so funny how he squirmed and seethed from anger now instead of talkin' big and gloatin' three hours ago. People sure changed dependin' on the circumstances, so take that nature vs nurture!! Or maybe he had been a coward with mommy issues all along but he wasn't interestin' enough for Harley to psychoanalyze him, especially since something else had caught her attention.

    A hooded figure. A hooded figure that looked more attractive than others that was watchin' Harley and manage to make her laugh loudly with her first sentence. She turned to look at the face their boss made at that and was veryy veryy pleased. He hated the situation he was in already so havin' an audience to his drama was sendin' him off his rocket.

    And then the grim reaper revealed to be a seductive femme fatale. Harley couldn't help but stare and her eyes widened as the kitty's presence and what she did next. Oh yeah! Cats were vicious little things and Harley had several experiences with them. Bats seemed to like them but it seemed that this kitty was on Harley's side for a change.

    Harley's laughin' continued. And then turned to enthusiastic squeals when the sexy lady addressed her. 'Always nice to meet a fan of one of my best work!!! Harley Quinn, pleased to meet ya, cat lady!' Harley said and took a bow by bendin' her knees a tad and crossin' her legs.

    But then, Harley's expression turned to somethin' a lil less childish at the lady's next words. And she seemed to appreciated the sword display too. Was the lady a warrior princess? For cats? Harley brought one finger next to her mouth, her face thoughtful. 'I can tell that ya have a plan underneath yar perfect blowout already. If it involves mayhem, violence and donuts ya can count this jester in!' she said, pointin' at herself. 'But I gotta tell ya, I have a nasty experience with workin' with cat people. Too much hair on my couch and too much playtime with the enemy. So before ya make me an offer I can't refuse, I gotta ask ya. Do ya find bats sexy?' Harley said, managin' to have a complete serious face as she did.
     
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    Irina Clockworker The Evillious Chronicles

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    Irina quickly understood that her new friend was really peculiar. She seemed to really enjoy violence and to find it really funny maybe as much as she did, but in a rather childish way, like if it was all a game. The witch didn’t see things in that way, but having someone working for her thinking like this, that was interesting.

    After Harley’s introduction, Irina bowed too, holding the sides of her cloak and bending her knees with her legs crossed too, revealing the sword once more but most importantly, slightly revealing the wine glass on the other side of her belt. She hoped this item would go unnoticed, though, just in case the woman would eventually betray her; she had to keep some of her weapons hidden.
    My name is C-MAB, and the pretty red cat there is Roha, my familiar.” She said, mimicking a bit the way her interlocutor acted, trying to seem as playful as her.

    The childish way of acting disappeared from the jester’s face as she said that she was in for any plans as long as they involved what they both apparently liked – except donuts, Irina had never tasted donuts.

    But then, there was a condition, something about cat shedding and people playing with sexy bats? Honestly, Irina didn’t quite get every reference, but she decided to play along.
    I know that the color black suits me well, but no. I’m not into bats. Roha might like them, though. On a plate.” She said seriously while her cat body jumped in her arms.
    Does that mean you’re in?” she asked, smiling, even though it seemed too easy. Way too easy.

     
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  6. Harleen Quinzel

    Harleen Quinzel DC Universe

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    Location:
    Your head
    Race:
    Human-Pristinely Ungifted
    Age:
    you never ask a lady her age
    Harley was quite distracted by that perfect hairstyle, so unlike her own, that consisted of two messy pigtails(those were the real problems of spendin' so many hours bashin' skulls!), that it was doubtful she could notice anything else. Plus, she didn't happen to be the biggest cat enthusiast, if that wasn't clear by what she had said, but she liked 'em alright. And that was a very striking cat too so Harley stared and stared with her big blue eyes until the lady spoke again.

    'C-MAB. I can see your band bein' popular with that name! R.E.M. got nothin' on ya!' she offered with a genuine smile. R.E.M. were cool and artsy, if not a little moody but to be frank, they didn't have a cat to bring more audience, did they? If only Harley had the same publicist this chick had.

    But hey, it seemed like she wanted her in either way so Harley could not hide her excitement! She just kept eternally prayin' to whatever dungeon and dragons gods existed in this place that a dark haired beauty with a fondness for cats would not betray their criminal partnership for a broodin' creature of the night and promises of latex action on rooftops. She didn't really judged Selina for all that, but it was kinda hard to rule the underworld with someone who was so bad at the kill-marry-canoodle game.

    So when CM confirmed that she had no interest in marryin' or canoodlin' bat themed fellas, Harley breathed a sign of relief. A wicked smile appeared on her face when she mentioned the kitty's appetites too and she clapped her gloved hands together. 'Yeah! What kind of gal would miss some cat on bat action that ends with a head on a plate?' she said, her smile turnin' to a satisfied one. 'But that's not all ya want to see, right? Ya seem like the classy type. Sooo what's the last act of the play? The endgame, the graaant finale? Gettin' yar hands on Pandora Town's casino? Turnin' Blackhaven to a hip district ruled by yar goth gang? Becomin' the next Queen and bannin' all dogs?' Harley asked, liftin' her hands in the sky in dramatic gestures. She looked positively excited regardless the answer.
     
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