She backed off and went to draw her sword, almost walking right into Pru as she did, but before she could raw it - the thing attacked and struck her in the head. Or so she thought. Blood poured from her nose and there were a couple of drops coming from her ears too, but a hanky and some mumbled comments about taking a turn, quelled any panic those around her might have had at how she'd just acted. She just looked at Pru pointedly to let her know a power had been used - but from the look on Pru's face she knew that the woman hadn't seen who'd cast it either. She simply nodded her head and then left the bank to sort herself out, deciding it would be wise to pay things in later after sorting herself out as her head was spinning and aching from the after effects of whatever had been used.
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The 29th of July found her in a pub in the centre of town, waiting for a client. She wasn't particularly enthused to be in this pub, nor waiting for this client - but money was money and that's all there was to it. He liked the atmosphere in this sort of a pub, where he could pretend that it was his allure, charm, sparkling personality and amazing good looks that managed to win her over and make her go home with him. Not the fact that it was pre-arranged, and that she was being paid to play along and then go home with him. She was playing with one of the bright red glacé cherries in her cocktail when she felt a hand on her shoulder.Her smile was painted onto her face, guessing the game was about to begin, but as she turned around a wave of illness seemed to sweep through her and make her feel sick and weak. Her hand lost it's grip and her drink fell to the floor drawing all the gazes in the room. All gazes bar one that was. Because she could just see a glimpse of blonde hair heading the other way and not bothering to look and see why the glass had broken. Human curiosity should have made all heads turn, but the fact that one didn't - immediately put her back up and made her suspicious. Giving her apologies, and promising to return the next night for their 'date', she excused herself from her client and left the building - trying to see where the woman had gone, or a little more of her physical self so she might be recognised again. But she was out of luck.
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She'd gone straight home, when there was no sign of the woman in the street, and had simply taken herself off to bed. The more time passed, the worse she felt. She'd never felt anything like it before - and she had a sneaky suspicion that it was another power. As such, she sent Pru a quick text."Yo.
Feel like shite.
Think some blonde ***** used a power on me, but no idea what it is. Feel REALLY ill, and it's getting ******* worse as time goes on. Getting ******* weaker, iller, **** knows. Just feel like shite. Ideas?
CC
x"
She didn't normally sign her texts to Pru like that - but it was a sign of her distracted mind, not knowing what was going on that she signed it thusly. As soon as she'd hit send, her phone rang and she blinked in surprise as she saw the number for Silks. Answering it, she found out that it was her IT girl on the phone, apologising profusely and saying she had to take all the systems down, clean them and then reboot them - because someone had planted viruses in ever, single, business, she owned. She felt pissed off, angry, but too weak and ill to put up a fight. So with nothing more than a 'whatever', she hung up and closed her eyes to try and sleep off how crap she felt.
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The next day she was back in the bar again, still feeling like warm **** on an even warmer day. She'd arranged to meet the client here again though, and she couldn't flake on him again. As it was, she was already giving him a discount for the fucked up appointment the night before. He'd turned up and everything was going well. He was doing his usual flirting - badly - and thinking he was gods gift, while she was laughing at the right moments and giving him coy looks when appropriate. It was well rehearsed on her part, and had been played out hundreds of times with numerous men in all different countries. There was nothing new here tonight, not yet.It was an hour or so into the date, when there was suddenly another thing in her vision that just couldn't possibly be there, just like the time before a few weeks back or so. She did her best not to react, trying to smile and nod at her company politely while ignoring what was coming. She reached out and took a couple of napkins, then laughing as he came to the end of his story, excused herself right before the thing attacked her. She barely stumbled, but she felt the sting of the attack, the raging headache, the pain, the dribble of blood coming from her nostrils - and her eyes scanned the crowd for the blonde and saw her. She felt her eyes lock on the others, and she tried to take in every detail of the strong, almost masculine face she saw under the mop of hair. The face seemed familiar in some way, but she couldn't quite place it as she made her way finally into the bathroom - feeling more than a little sorry for herself and wishing to all the dark gods and goddesses of her kin that she could have her revenge when she felt better.
Retreating to the bathroom, she fired off another text to Pru, just to keep her appraised of the situation.
"******* A.
With a client. Still feel like shite. Another ******* power used on me. That same one, from the bank. Saw the **** who did it too. Blonde. Chiselled jaw. Strong cheeks. Dunno if it's a man or a woman. Don't care. Pissed right off now!"
Then, cleaning up in the bathroom, she slipped the phone back intoher cleavage and then returned to her damn 'date'.
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A week had passed and she was all healed from the blonde cunts attentions on her. She couldn't help but think if she had just wanted a date, all she'd had to do was ask. It's not like it would have been the first time she'd have been with a tranny or a herm. She'd gone about her business as usual and nothing that interesting had happened really. Not until the 6th of August that was. She'd taken herself off to the sewers, hunting the hunters down there and putting them out of everyone's misery. However she'd been down there for too long, and had found herself completely knackered and in need of a rest. Leaning against the dank, and slightly slimy, wall - her eyes closed and she nodded off for what felt like nothing more than seconds. The sounds of bullets being fired woke her with a start and made her reach for her own weapon. However, where she would have normally found her sword, she instead only managed to grab her gun.Bullets fired from them both, and again CC got a good look at the thing that was shooting at her. That same blonde haired tranny from before! What in the hell was this *****'s issue?! CC gave her best, but having been woken from a nap and only finding her gun instead of her sword - she was bested as a bullet struck her between the eyes and knocked her out cold. Expecting to awake in that ******* dark assed nothingness, she was surprised when she came too, still in the sewers and aching all over.... not to mention RAGING.
First thing she did was post on CrowNet, looking for a name to go with the face of the ***** who seemed to have taken up against her. Then she searched for an image and texted Pru again, copying DD in as well this time.
"RAGING! ******* RAGING!
That ***** Hedwig - see link for a pic of her, well, as best I can manage under the circumstances - came at me again tonight! This time, she tried to ******* kill me! I gave as good as I ******* got, but we were using bastarding guns! So the **** got me a cropper!
I've ******* had it with this thing! Especially when there's no bastarding reason for it!! Any of it! I've never even seen the goddamn **** before. So what the **** her issue is is beyond me! I've asked on CN for more info, see if any of them know her. But I want ******* ANSWERS, not to mention more of her blood!!!!!!!!"
Hitting the send, she stalked off - with a limp - to take care of her wounds, unable to find the **** when she was spotted on the security system at her club later that same evening!
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The next day, after she'd rested up and done what she could to heal her wounds - which was quite a lot all things considered - she made her way to one of Pru's places. She wasn't in the mood for work or for people, and she was worried about what she'd do if she lost her temper. It was better for everyone if she took herself off and out of the public for a bit - at least until she could think straight and get rid of her hunger. Her head hurt so much, that any attempts at feeding were making her feel nauseous, and if she took more than a mouthful, she threw it all back up again anyways. She was weak, and ill, and pissed off, and fed up with not knowing what in the **** was going on.She stepped on the sensor pad as she went in and waved at the camera, knowing that Pru would therefore know she was there and would hopefully pop by later to brainstorm. She really did feel weak, and in pain, so once she was there - she lay herself down to have a nap to try and recuperate a little bit. She didn't know how long she was out for, but she came too when she heard the door go. Immediately, she was on her feet, sword in hand and swinging at the woman holding the gun pointed at her. She saw blood go flying, but she didn't know what she'd hit as she was immediately on the move again. Her hand caught on something, and she gasped in pain, her grip loosening as her sword dropped to the floor.
There was only one thing for it. Her hand found her gun, and as she did her best to dodge the bullets coming her way - she fired back. However, with her wounds from the night before crippling her, she knew there wasn't a chance she was going to manage to win this one. Crippled. Guns. Small space. She was fucked. Right before the bullet struck her, to end it, she managed to growl out one last phrase.
"**** you too Hedwig!"
And as she turned to ash, she knew that Pru would see the battle on her cameras - and would sort **** out as she always did.
(( Please note - my style of writing is done from the perspective of the charrie. None of the above is OOC and meant as my own personal opinion. ))
