#shego.

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mermaid maker

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“You got a problem? You’re staring at me, and I want to know why.” Is it because she’s half dressed in green, or is it because she has just sneaked in a very much not suspicious way down a small alley? No, not at all. In any case, though, Shego knows she isn’t interested in getting anyone’s attention – like usual. Better just ask, maybe thank for an eventual compliment, and go on her way before things go south.

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picrew.

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“Oh no! Poor little you!” Shego wants something from you. Be on your guard. “Big bad Shego wants to talk to you. What will you do, huh?” She may be joking... though a part of her is serious. A serious threat, if she desires to be one. “You look cute in a twist like that, so shocked and surprised. But don’t worry, I haven't come with evil intention.” Not today, that is. “You can relax. I’d have told you earlier if you were on my hit list. Today is a boring day. There won’t be any schemes.” So far, Drakken has not talked about wanting to test any of his evil inventions on unsuspecting people. She might as well entertain herself.

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Fluster for Shego: "You're a healthy shade of green and have nice bone structure!" He's not sure why he said any of that, but here we are.

FLUSTER👏MY👏MUSE👏👏

“Damn! That’s... I didn’t expect that, honestly. Huh...” Shego murmurs. “I’ll take this as a compliment. It rings that way, at least.” She laughs. “Do you like green? Actually, what’s your favourite colour?”

It has been a while since anybody has said a sweet word to her. Not that Shego is becoming sentimental. But still, it’s a pleasant gesture.

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"So let me see if I got this right: You're here ironically trying to abduct an alien (i.e. Me) so that I can 'help' build tech for your boss, who will in turn use that tech to conquer the world and rule it with an iron fist...

If this is your idea of first contact, you may need to workshop it a tad."

“You think I would be out here doing this if I truly wanted it?” Shego shot right back, staring right into Val's eyes. The plan about this little mission had irritated her when Drakken had described it to her, and now that it was set in motion and she was set to following it, it had only caused her trouble, and she was even angrier. Not that she usually wasn't. But this time around this was a pain in the back, and it was being unbearable. Could the guy not talk back to her, at least?

“Do I look like any of this is enjoyable? Like I want to be stealing you from wherever you were, so I take you to Drakken?” What was it with everyone these days? Why were they so annoying? “If I had a choice, I would not be here with you in this moment. In fact, I would be very, very far away from both you, him, and everyone else. Got that?”

“If you cooperate with Drakken, he will likely not torture you - and besides, if you have seen how his plans often end up, he will never conquer the world. And neither will I, as much as that idea sounds attractive.” The mercenary filed her nails against her arm. “What's going to rather happen is that someone will stop him, and I'll have to clean up the mess, as the sidekick,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“As for your suggestion, it's not bad, per se, but... we're villains. What did you expect? That I flirt with you and offer you to go on a date so I can blab about my boss and how finding someone who can work with him and me will make my dream come true? Don't be stupid. There's only one way of getting people to work for you if you have a reputation for being evil, and that's it. And if that doesn't happen, we won't kill you. I'm above that, and Drakken will listen.”

@thephoenixnomore

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A tall, lithe, and pale figure with long ears took a walk through the street one night. Said figure had blue eyes, brown hair pointed backwards and upwards, and a sort of icy glare in her expression. She wore a black martial arts gi with a silver belt and a silver cobra icon on the back of it. On her hands were two leather fingerless gauntlets, and she walked barefoot despite the cool air starting to set in.

She was a high elf, and she was Kim's latest target. A career politician was hospitalized with seven broken ribs, three missing teeth, and both of his arms broken a night prior. The politician reported an "elf-like monster leaving him within an inch of his life" for no reason other than to "satisfy a bloodlust that was inhuman."

Whether or not the details were exaggerated on the politician's part was unknown still, but the fact that someone matching the high elf's description was real had to give some weight to his claim...

Would there be a minute of peace, in which she could stay all alone with her thoughts and no annoying people asking for her attention? Or would Shego just not get that chance? With the bad luck she had had, she would not be alone, not even in this dark long street she had headed down, trying to escape anyone and everyone whose silhouette flashed in the distance. Oh, what bloody luck she had. Could they just sod off?

“Oh, an unfamiliar face. Been a while since I ran into someone new around here. What’s your business?” She knew Kim Possible well enough to be able to guess what kind of targets she would be sent after. Peaceful strangers with disturbing yet touching secrets, or strangers with trouble in their hearts and mouths and a life as close to normal as possible. A normal she would never be familiar with, no matter how much her soul craved it in the few secret moments Shego had all alone with herself.

She put her hands on her waist, tilting her head; that way, her body seemed to be shaped like an S, reminding of a snake – and with the annoyance that lurked in her eyes, Shego hoped the stranger either made themselves clear fast and clean, or got the hell out of her way. She was not interested in making conversation. Not in general – and even less so now.

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@streetwisetemptress liked for a starter!

“That’s a beautiful dance, lady. Where did you learn it?” Who is this woman? Shego wonders as she puts a few coins on the ground in front of the dancer. She can swear the clothes the dancer is wearing remind her of something. Even the melody from her tambourine rings a bell, literally. Has she seen her somewhere in another place? She isn’t sure – but she certainly feels this way.