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Battle of the Gingers Wave 1 Preliminary Round #59
Whoever gets the most votes moves onto the next wave
Who is the best ginger character?
Slive (Thorgal)
Vlana (Thorgal)
Arghun (Thorgal)
Ilenya (Thorgal)
Ragnhild (Thorgal)
Gus (Gus)
Oriane (Complainte des landes perdues)
Betty Barnowski (XIII Mystery)
Skye/Kirra Foster (Valorant)
Blanche (Sortilèges)
Pictures below the cut
at some time in any good party all the men who are really men will simply have to go out. It's extremely stupid, but it's their nature and can't be dodged, believe me.
Fritz Lieber; Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser: Ill Met in Lankhmar
Rush
“How many are there?”
Vlana was leaning against the rock wall, out of sight. Coma was peering around the corner through the scope of her sniper rifle, noting enemy positions and counting them up. The Shores of Time on Venus had turned into a hotbed of Fallen activity, and Cayde wanted to know why.
So if you could get out there and find out exactly what they’re after, he’d said in his briefing, that’d be great. Satellites are only so good and they keep shooting my little robot drones. Oh, if you feel like getting some revenge on my behalf for Stanley, Malcolm, and Droney McDroneface, that’d also be great.
I didn’t name the last one. It was some kind of intranet naming contest thing. If I’d named it, it wouldn’t been much more respectable. Something like “Four Corner Moxie Jr.”
It makes perfect sense. Stop looking at me like that. Skedaddle, Guardian.
Coma was keen on the mission remaining purely stealth and scouting, but she knew that Vlana was itching for a fight. The other girl was idly bouncing her leg, tapping her finger on the side of her gun, looking around every few seconds, shifting her weight, changing her stance.
“Six,” Coma said, scanning over the rock formations one last time. “Plus, you know, the several hundred inside the cruiser.”
“So, even odds, then?” She pulled her Revelation from her hip and spun the cylinder, the cocksure tone of her voice impossible to miss.
Coma shouldered her rifle, then glanced back at Vlana. “Keep that finger steady, Vee. We’re here on recon only.”
“Hmm…normally, you’re asking for just the opposite.” Coma could hear the smirk in her voice, and she hurriedly turned away, despite the helmet making it impossible to see her flushed cheeks anyway.
“I- That’s-” She took in a quick breath, huffing it out in frustration. “We’re just here on recon. Get in, peek, get out. We don’t know anything about what the Fallen are planning, and I don’t…like how many there are.”
Vlana looked out from behind the wall, ducking back in after a few seconds. “Not enough. Got more than enough bullets. We should take the ship, waiting for them to inevitably attack us is just stupid.”
“Wha…the whole ship?” Coma gestured to the craft that was casting quite the shadow over the area. “Vlana, there’s gotta be thousands of Fallen on there. There’s no way we can take them all down, it’s suicide!”
With a sigh, Vlana spun the cylinder of her Revelator again, then took up a stance around the corner, ready to charge out. “So what I’m hearing is ‘yeah, Vlana, go ahead and charge out, I’ll support you, and then after we take the ship, we can go back to my place and you can fuck my brains out’.” She glanced back. Again, Coma could hear the smirk. “I agree with that plan. Try not to stare too much at my ass that you stop shooting.” With that, she charged around the corner, firing her gun with precise, deadly aim. Coma scrambled to grab her rifle before stepping out from behind the wall, sighting a far-off Fallen drej. She took a second to curse Vlana’s name before squeezing the trigger to make the drej’s head explode in a satisfying shower of blood and a jet of white ether.
—
They didn’t manage to blow up the ship, but they did make it far enough to get some idea of exactly what the Fallen were doing on Venus. Coma, having saved Vlana’s life on at least two occasions, was furious with her not-girlfriend, but pinning her up against the wall and staring right into her eyes was perhaps not the best way to express her anger.
Or, she thought as Vlana was between her legs and her fingers were tangled in Vlana’s hair, it absolutely was.
—
“I hate you.”
Vlana glanced over at Coma, who was lying next to her on Coma’s bed. The two were completely naked and completely worn out, from both the battle and the “debriefing”, as Cayde had once referred to it.
“No you don’t,” Vlana said with a smile, turning to fully face Coma. “You really don’t.”
“Yes, I do,” Coma said, determined to go with that as her story. “You don’t listen, you’re impulsive, and one day, you’re gonna get us both killed.”
Vlana shrugged. “If I die from a bullet, it’ll be a good death. I’ve shot enough people in the head, it’s about time I get hit with one myself.”
“You always this morbid after sex?” Coma gave Vlana a teasing smile, rolling over to look at her. Her eyes couldn’t stay on Vlana’s face, and she traced the natural curve of Vlana’s body, then followed up her gaze with a finger that slide along Vlana’s sides.
“Not always,” Vlana admitted, watching Coma’s finger gently move along her. “Only after the really good sex. Makes me feel like I’m ready to die, now that I’ve been satisfied.”
“Fair enough.” Coma reached out with her arm and scooted closer, then pulled Vlana in, smooshing the girl’s face against her chest as her chin rested on the top of Vlana’s head. “Can you stay tonight?”
The sigh that came from Vlana’s lips was muffled and long. “Fine. But just this once. And only because you had my back today. And because I’m hoping for another round later.”
Coma didn’t say anything in reply. She just tightened her embrace around Vlana, and a few seconds later, so did Vlana.
It was enough.
Newbie
“Are you serious?! Keres, you can’t do this to me! We planned for this! Keres! KERES! DON’T HA-”
Keres hung up. Coma, frustrated, flung her hand towards the ground. Her Ghost played a holographic recording of itself smashing to tiny pieces, complete with a noise. A few of the other Guardians in the Tower glanced over, as did Master Rahool, who went back to his engrams with a muttered, disdainful guardians.
Vlana: I don’t need friends, I’ve got knives
Vlana: *Throws a knife*
Vlana: *Throws a knife*
Vlana: *Throws a knife*
Vlana: *Throws a knife*
Vlana: *Throws a knife*
Vlana: *Throws a knife*
Vlana: I’m…out of knives
Maybe
A/N:Have some Vlana shit. Vlana never made it to the funeral.
And who knows, maybe that's her problem.
Maybe that's why she keeps expecting to see him every time she goes into the hangar, maybe that's why she can't look at Coma without remembering his advice, how he'd seemed to know she loved her even when she didn't, or how Coma had just crumpled when she told Vlana what had happened.
Maybe she blames herself, maybe that's the problem.
Maybe that's why she throws herself into attacking the Scorn, into tracking Uldren down, into putting a bullet in his head.
She hadn't been there, hadn't been able to help, hadn't been able to die in his place.
Maybe that's why when everyone else is giving their eulogies and talking about how great Cayde was, she was knee-deep in Scorn corpses and screaming at them to keep coming.
Lets help get this angel Vlana Roberts justice as well.