"Hello love." He places an arm around her to gently but securely hold her, pressing a kiss to her temple, "You seem spry t’day. What do I owe the pleasure?"
And the second one chapter/one-shot story that came out from an ask. With ThatBraveIsabella. A proper little shit character, doesn't know when to quit, and thus all kinds of entertaining. Mun has much love for this other mun, and for her wonderful OC's.
As for Hat? Well, he figured someone should put the girl in her place and was feeling just sadistic enough for the job...
THATBRAVEISABELLA asked: "I’m not scared."
"Oh really?" he remembered her, you would think the girl would have gotten any amount of sense by now. Any at all. But then that would be assuming she had brainsin that head of hers. He moved closer, the steps somehow very graceful despite the strong smell of drink on his breath. She hadn’t exactly chosen a good time for her bravado, or a place.
"Perhaps you should be," voice low as he stalked closer, a hand extended past her face to the wall behind her, invading her personal space as he had before.
"Unlike last time, there’s no one around to tell me what not to do…No rules for me to follow…” No Manchester Black, with his very few rules but rules all the same. No Justice League, he hadn’t been good enough for that ilk. Even the one on one interactions with this hero or that, ended in disaster as they didn’t like his methods. Now it was just him, and all his efforts had been worthless.
"I’m no hero…" and if she wanted to be on the receiving end of proof for that, well she had come to the right place at the right time…
Her fists clenched as his hand came to press against the wall next to her head and senses voted for violence. Sure her relationship with a certain someone had done wonders to help her cope with her personal space issues, but old habits die hard.
But her lip was already bleeding though she wasn’t entirely sure what had caused it to, the mask dropped in haste.
She turned her face away with a disgusted look as his alcohol drenched breath trailed over her face. How was this guy even functioning? Every time she remember running into him, he had an odor of alcohol around him, and yet he somehow managed to stay so focused and stable.
“Hero or not.” She hissed through clenched teeth. “You better stay out of my face.”
The next moment her knee came up, digging into his lower abdomen and for a moment she was actually happy there wasn’t much of a height difference between them. Should he react the way she hoped and fold double she would move out of the way and shove him right into the wall where she had previously stood, and run for it. She didn’t care if he was a hero, or a villain. She didn’t discriminate. And she had no intention of finding out what rules that had been holding him back before.
Not this time, he knew to expect the attack, remembered how stubborn she was. The knee that came up did virtually nothing, his face not even twitching from its neutrality. Instead of doubling over as she might have intended, a hand moved to her hair, an easy fistful to grab at scalp and tugged her downwards and keep her in place.
"Right. Lets try this again. You can start with apologizing." the words only held the faintest hint of a hiss on the last, but for the most part remained neutral. Since she insisted in bothering him so often, it was high past time she learned her place. The hard way, no doubt, but then that was her choice wasn’t it? Clearly someone had failed in raising her, but he didn’t mind today picking up the slack.
Pain replaced anger the second his fingers grabbed her hair, a sharp gasp and eyes instantly becoming misty as he tugged her down, she following the movement without even trying to resist.
She didn’t understand. He hadn’t even flinched. There was usually some kind of reaction. Maybe she should have aimed lower?
Oh well, too late to think of that now.
A hand came to his wrist, gloved fingers digging into it as she squeezed her eyes and lips shut, refusing to let anyone see how her eyes where tearing at the pain, biting down on her tongue.
Apologize? She wanted to curse at him, kick, punch and bite. But the pain dig its way though from her scalp into her brain with such intensity she had to focus on not making it worse.
"I can’t hear you." the gloves meant she couldn’t even dig in nails, making the grasp even more useless than it already was. Instead of kneeling, he forced her face to tip up to him with his grip. He had no idea how sensitive her head was, all he knew was that the long hair made a perfect handle for control. He only loosened grip enough to let her talk, though the hand was still in the hair, all he had to do to reestablish was close his grip.
"Say you’re sorry, and maybe I’ll consider being nicer than you’ve been. Otherwise…” indifference in his voice, he didn’t feel he needed to let threat drip into it. She should have known well enough just what she was dealing with. And if she didn’t, well there was a very easy fix for that.
"Last chance."
A pained moan forced its way past her lips as he forced her head back, a single tear escaping her closed eyes and she felt more burning behind the lids.
Fuck.
Her spare hand gripped blindly at the ground as she opened one eye to squint up at him. Pain and fury dripping from her gaze, but mostly pain.
"S…Sorry…" She managed to hiss the word through a sneer, eyes squeezing shut again. "…bastard…"She finished off in a somewhat lower tone, but still high enough for him to hear. Maybe it was a pity that her way of coping with pain was burying it in anger, but she took the blows none the less.
What a pleasant little sound bringing a smile to his lips, it almost made him want to continue. He had no doubts she would give him reason. He was actually surprised when she managed the word, barely and not without a glare, but yet she had managed it. …Only to add that final remark. A not so disappointed click of tongue and smallest shake of his head.
"Well, if you really insist on being so difficult." maybe he shouldn’t have even bothered trying the hero thing to begin with, this was so much more fun. He removed his head wear, not sure if she had seen it in action before, he didn’t remember. Hat firmly in hand and a perfectly devious smile in place, a blue glow emitted from within as he set it down bottom side up on the ground beside them.
"Then you can take it up with my pet." he shrugged, fingers closing to draw one more sound from her as a fairly large purple tentacle extended from within the item and extended to curl around her. He released his grip on her as more of the things slithered from the impossible accessory, followed at last by the seeming body which could not even be seen under the wriggling masses. All in all the creature was three times her size easily, the suction cups holding fast to the new found pray. Hat, in the mean time, scooped up his namesake and drew out a drink, floating in the air in a sitting position to enjoy his beverage and what ever panicked results this would bring.
"I’ll put it away when you’ve learned your lesson." he admonished so casually. She could try to fight. She could scream if she liked. he very much doubted who ever might happen upon her could make him do anything.
Isabella groaned, another tear betraying her as he tugged her hair again, the pain already making it hard for her to keep up with his movements. But she did see how he put down his headwear on the ground, unable to see a reason behind why he did so she focused on his words. But as it glowed blue her attention was instantly draw back to it.
Her misty eyes became wide upon watching the hat as the creature dragged itself out of it. large purple tentacles stretching out and grabbing her. The second he release her hair and she dared to actually move she started to struggle against the disgusting things that wrapped around her body.
Panic.
She barely got to pull herself up from her knees until another of the tentacles wrapped tightly around her leg, almost pulling her out of balance. Quickly, she reached down to her boot, grabbing the knife she had hidden there just as she lost her footing and was almost pulled up off her feet and into the air.
"Get this thing off me!" She shouted at the happily observing man but didn’t let her eyes of the creature that was still writhing about and tightening its grip on her.
The knife was jammed deep down into the tentacle that was wrapped around her waist, but just like with him, it’s reaction was minimal. It only twisted and turned for a moment, enough to tear the blade from her grip.
"I said get it off!"
Panic, good, perhaps it could learn after all. She had a knife even. As if it would do much good. The creature let out a screeching noise that indicated it could very much be hurt, but the single blade was not enough to stop it, especially when she lost it. And what did she do? Make demands of him. Her stubbornness was starting to get boring.
"You’re not in a position to make demands." stirring martini with impaled olive as the tentacled creature continued its exploration, many suction cups acting as eyes for it. Oh, she would definitely have plenty of red marks from those where ever they managed to grasp skin. He let boredom positively drip from his voice.
"Maybe I’ll just let it eat you…" she wasn’t exactly giving him any reason at all to do otherwise. She had been pretty annoying. Why, he doubted anyone would even miss her.
She kicked and wailed trying to free herself but every time she thought she was making it loosen its grip it tightened twice as much the next moment.
Her breath was becoming more and more panicked, her eyes showing more and more desperation.
She had always had this special nightmare.
To die in restraints.
Some times it was ropes, sometimes hand cuffs and sometimes leather straps that tied her to a operation bed drenched in blood.
Normally she would wake up from those dreams having tangled herself into the sheets so much that she could barely move.
So she had no intention on dying here.
"Please!" She shouted at him again, more desperate this time, genuinely afraid. Had this happened before she med Jed, the fear would not have shown. But his presence in her life had changed all the barriers she had placed around her emotions.
"Please! I’ll do anything just get it off me!" That was what made her swallow down her pride. Her fear and the fact that Jed made her pathetic life worth living.
So her barriers were dropping then, the panic of the situation finally getting through her head. Still, he had already gotten bored, carelessly tossing the empty glass behind him and drifting down to the ground. Hands in his pockets, he had turned away to leave her there, when she at last cried out. No, not just that. All he had wanted was an apology, for her to know better in the future, but the words she had so carelessly blurted out caught his attention.
"Anything?" now that, was an interesting idea, and he turned back to approach. The creature loosened grip as he appeared, the few stray tentacles parting at his feet. She was still in place, but could no doubt breath easier as the creature had picked up on its master’s interest.
"Is that a promise?" as if to accent the words, the tentacle at her ankle tightened a tad. Thankfully for her, the Hat was a lot more direct and didn’t play the same manipulation games as Nicholas might. Unfortunately for her, he was still demon possessed.
The instant the beasts grip around her ribcage loosened,enough for her to be able to take a few deep breaths she realized what she had just said, and how desperate she must have sounded. She swallowed hard, still writhing in the grip as he moved closer with interest in his voice.
Things where looking up, but she could feel in her gut that one wrong move and she might end up as octopus dinner.
A promise? She winced slightly at the tightening grip if her ankle. She didn’t want to promise a thing, not to him anyway, but in this situation she didn’t have much of a choise.
“Yes!” She finally growled, arms trying to pry the tentacles away from herself. “Just please make it let go of me!”
A deceptively pleasant smile slid across Hat’s face, removing his headwear and snapping fingers on the free hand, the beast withdrew from her and slithered back into the glow of the item. Hat back in place he was kind enough to let her catch her breath, though such a thing was probably wasted on one as stubborn as she was. Still, a promise was a promise, and by now she no doubt had some idea of what the consequences for breaking that promise would be.
"Rules are rules," he probably seemed a lot more drunk than he actually was, something he intended to fix very soon,
"Play nice or play dead." Black had set up that one, during one of his big speeches, and it seemed appropriate to repeat that here. Removing head-wear, He pulled a mojito from the head wear and held it out to her. A test, to see if she had learnedanything at all.
Another groan fell from lips before the beasts grip on her loosed completely and she was dropped down on the ground again and she barely threw a gaze at it as it disappeared into the item from which it came.
This was not good. In that moment that she tried to catch her breath she went over all information she had found about the elite after her very first, and only, run in with Manchester Black. It hadn’t been hard to found basic info, since they had put up quite a show. The problem was she barely remembered it.
Isabella stumbled up to her feet, resting back against the wall as she fixed her clothes, sending a glare his way as he spoke. Hat.
Oh yes, that was what he had been called. The Hat, some kind of magician or something, she wasn’t sure. But she did know now that she shouldn’t mess around with him, despite how much she wanted to.
She eyed the drink he offered her, suspicious . Play nice or play dead.
She took the drink from his hand but didn’t drink it, just looked at him with a stern glare, using all her willpower to keep herself from throwing the beverage in his face.
It actually was only a drink. He figured she could use one. And look at that, good enough to take it. Sure, she was still glaring at him something awful, but that only drew a giggle from him. So she could be trained, even if it took time.
"Do you ever relax?” never mind, he didn’t actually care, growing thoughtful.
"Now…you’ve promised to do anything I say to keep out of my pet’s clutches…” he seemed to be thinking on what he even wanted to do with that, drawing a drink for himself from his headwear as well. No doubt her own mind would be racing (probably much quicker than his was) to try to guess what that would mean or how this would be used. He had said himself he was no hero, and didn’t mind proving as much. It of course wouldn’t help that his face remained perfectly blank and expressionless as he thought (or perhaps didn’t think at all). After several minutes of silence he would finally speak up.
"I’ll think of something later. Go away for now." he waved her off with free hand, turning on a heel to leave himself, drink in hand.
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Name: Zephyr
Nicknames: Zeph
Birthday: March 16th
Gender: Eh. *shrug*
Sexual Orientation: Depends on your definition. Pan-sexual in that I can do things with who ever I don't care about gender, but Gray Ace in that ACTUAL sexual attraction for me is a very rare thing.
Height: 5’3''
Favorite color: Purple
Time and date at current moment: 12:37, 11/28/2014
Average hours of sleep: I either take 2-4 hour naps as needed, or pass out for 10-12 hours.
Lucky Number: 58
Last thing I googled: Free malware programs (for a class)
First word that comes to mind: Hootinanny.
One place that makes me happy: The Gulf Coast, where the water is warm enough to stay in all day. I like to go to the drop off where I can barely touch on my tippy toes between waves and just bob for hours.
How many blankets I sleep under: either one or like...six, depends on how cold it is and what kind of blankets.
Favorite Fictional Character: The Elite (obvious), Scarecrow, Nightcrawler
Book: No Man's Land Batman run.
Animation: OHSHC. It's my guilty pleasure anime, okay? Also Hellsing Abridged.
TVshow: Gotham is my favorite right now.
Favorite Beverage: Hot teas, various but I favor blacks.
Favorite Food: Sashimi, and steak cooked Blue (as rare as is legal, barely seared on the outside, still bleeding)
Last movie I’ve seen in cinemas: The last Hobbit. And already have tickets for the next installation- MY BODY ISN'T READY.
Dream Holiday: On the beach. All fucking day in that water, with someone who will actually go through the deep sections with me because they're not a total coward. Or hiking in Washington mountains again.
Dream Wedding: ...oh boy. Here goes.
Outdoors. Obstacle course for bride, fighting off an invading hoard for the groom, ceremony in a bouncy house (priest from the church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster must also be bouncing), the bride is "kidnapped" before they can say "I do" so then the "wedding" just becomes one giant party. Bride returns in bit. Kiddie pools full of spiked jello instead of cake, costumes mandatory for EVERYONE, then celebrate with feast, dance, booze, and probably an orgy of some degree. Any other ideas that sound like fun would be added gladly.
Dream Job: Wedding Planner I sure wouldn't mind if someone just handed me a lump sum of money. Can't say I'd mind that at all.
Otherwise, it would be cool to have my books and movies and such made. I know I've made it when people write fan-fiction of my stuff.
