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"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

Dominique:: Dominique struggled with this part. She saw a cloud of actions still combined together that breaking it down was nearly impossible for her. If she could be cold and give a **** less like he seem to have mastered it would be one thing but it was as simple as looking at her sister and it was like grip set in on her. She would fight because it was instinct to protect her. Instead of walking away she fed her to the mob circling. She would answer his question. She knew when. “It was a lot of points.” Her eyes twitched at recalling everything said and done. “It all escalated and finally exploded. I had no business there. She asked me to stay out of it.” that answer sucked and she knew it as soon as it was out there between them. The odds were off, the fight was a loss from the beginning and it was not hers. She let the things that were said, some of it painfully true, get under her skin. Her pride was again kicking her own *** and she couldn’t turn her cheek and walk away. Even if it was what was expected of her.

“I need to work on a few things.” She needed to be honest with herself. “Okay, I have a lot to work on. I will stay out of it. Kenlie and Victor will deal with it. I won’t give her the satisfaction of a repeat performance.” By her she meant Velveteen. She shrugged.

Doc: "Let's not get bogged down in everything at once. You're young. You've been thrown into world that meant you react instinctively or you die. It served you well while you were in that world. You are now in a new world. A new way of seeing and reacting is needed. You said you had no business there. That is wrong. You did. You were there to support your sister. I do not, and no one should fault you for supporting her. She asked you to stay out of it.. She should have stayed out of it. It was ultimately between Vel and Vickie. I will speak with her later.. right now. It's about your role.. and what it should be. How you should equate yourself while you are in that role.

Doc: He paused, "You do need to 'stay out of it'. But you have seen, first hand, how Carmen escalates in that situation. In this you two are very much alike. But you do not have the luxury of merely 'reacting' like Carmen. You have to lead by example. You need to learn to bite back that temptation to react. And when you see Carmen escalating. You need to get her the hell out of the situation. She will scream at you. She will hate you. But when she has calmed down, she will see the wisdom, of falling back in order to live to fight another day. She and Vickie are young and they both have a mouth that writes checks they cannot cash. In this new life.. It is put up or shut up.

"Vickie should have stood behind his words and taken what came. He didn't. Now He is labeled a ******* coward on parr with Robert Pratt. Who I might add is hated by 95% of our kind. He let everyone die for him, while he hid. That is what Vickie is being compared to. If he ever wants to hold his head up and be respected again, he needs to learn to shut his ******* mouth. And he if does speak.. he needs to stand behind his words. You and your sister, died for a coward. The two of you .. I hope will learn from this. Threats are not taken the same way in this life as they were on earth. Action and reaction. Do you understand?"


Dominique:: Dominique wasn’t exactly sure what the hell was going on that brought things up to the point that it did in the bar. Kenlie was defending Victor . What wife wouldn’t? Why victor wasn’t fighting was on his shoulders and in his head. The man had his reasons. She couldn’t stand in judgement when she crashed the party and got involved. She palmed her face and rubbed slowly. “I think I know how **** rolls with the fang bangers.” She mumbled but loud enough to be heard. She knew all too well. It took more than a year but she was finally getting it. “I could say next time I will be doing the turn the other cheek thing and asking Kenlie to leave the dance floor but she is going to have to make up her mind as is Victor. All I can do is say I won’t be cutting in.” She looked at him

Dominique:: “I am out of it. No need to worry if it will continue on my end. I have other **** to do and done enough damage.” She was done. She lost a good sword in the ice cube of a heart in the woman’s chest and she brought harm to Kenlie. That was more than enough ‘help’ on her part. “Next time I will be leaving when asked the first time.”

Doc: Doc almost growled in frustration, Yes in the previous event she should have stayed out.. but not always. He didn't want her to leave.. altogether. "I am not getting my point across correctly. Yes I want you to be there for your sister. I do not want you to leave her to the dogs. " he pinched the bridge of his nose. "What I mean is that YOU have think strategically. In that event.. you should have dragged her *** out and let Vickie be a man and handle his own ****; if she can't silently support him. There is something to be said about having support in sight. So No.. I dont want you leaving. I want you to be strong enough to watch her, help her if she's about to **** up.. and not let the emotions of the situation get to you. The two of you.. and the other spawns need to support one another. You all need to know you have each others back.. but when one of you starts to get emotional.. then another of you needs to step back and think logically and take control. And if you are the one taking control.. they should all defer to you. IF one of them is taking control.. defer to them. But if they support Yes support them. Just dont let them ******* die. CALL Me. I don't want to visit either of you in the SR again. But if someone starts **** with you.. I do not want you to lay there and take it.. I want you to strategically plot ******* death. You just need to realize plot their ******* death. You just need to realize that their death .. doesn't have to happen in that precise moment. Do you get it?"

Dominique:: She got that part. She eyed him quietly as it clicked. She spent a long damn time trying to do just that with him. Maybe that is where she was wrong. She didn’t think beyond the moment. Not at the bar and not the other times she was presented the moment to make a choice that could cost. “Revenge is a dish best served cold.” She was losing because she was getting caught in the heat of a moment. She continued to stare at him and absorbed the weight of her words along with his. “I get it.” She had an eternity to get it right.

Doc: He relaxed, "Good." Doc sighed to release the pent up frustration as he nodded slowly and again said "Good. We have time.” His words were said slowly and clearly, as to give them the emphasis they deserved, “ Time is the key. In our human lives, time was not a luxury. In this life, time is very much a luxury. We have time to watch our foes, slowly gather intel on them. Find their weaknesses, learn how to make them destroy themselves, without any outward aggression on our part. If we do it correctly,.. the majority of people will never know it was us. We will know.. and that is all that matters."

Dominique:: She didn’t take her eyes off him. She was fixated on his words and his face as he said them. Revenge. It was going to require more from her than she had at the moment to deliver it. It would require her to be patient,grow even stronger, cold, methodical and more like him than she had ever entertained the idea of being in the past. Would she be capable of doing all of the above to ultimately achieve it? Was she ready to do just that? She didn’t have to waste precious time debating it. Her mind was made up as the sayings go...’in a heartbeat and the blink of a human eye.’
“Agreed.” One word slid through her lips and it was both confirmation and a promise.

Doc: Doc visibly relaxed, he believed she did truly did get it. “You have the basics down. You gave me a ******* run for my money. You had your alternate plans in place. You may not have seen it, in a ‘revenge’ aspect. But you knew when to withdraw. You may not have always exercised that restraint, but when you were in the hospital you planned, and prepared. That is what I am talking about. You had to bide your time to wait for that optimum moment to act. If you acted too soon, you would have let the cat out of the bag and been screwed. You would have to come up with a new plan. But you didn’t. You watched and waited and used Michael’s weakness against him.” Doc smiled crookedly, as he remembered watching that video of Minx slamming Dr. Michael Porter’s head on the desk. He had been ******* furious at the time; but now.. thinking back, it was a moment of pride. She had what it takes and she did it. “And you were human then.. imagine what you can be capable of .. now.”

Dominique:: Yes. He was right. It was clear now. She lost because she let her guard down, got too emotional when she should have been digging in harder and getting deeper. She remembered everything. Each fail to get at him replayed back in her mind. the error in her ways was brought to light. As Dr. Porter’s first name was said she felt the pressure build in her tightening jaws. “Yes…” He was so right it was wrong.

Doc: “You have it in you to do this. Patience is not an easy virtue to learn.” He looked at her again, as she was. She was barely out of childhood. Yes she had lived a hard and fast life, she had street smarts that got her through things, but she was still a child. A child that grew up with the ‘must have it now’ attitude. There was no ‘time and hard work’ mantra fed to her or to anyone in her generation. Patience was going to be her achilles heel, if ever she had one.

Dominique:: “It will be.” She would feel the pleasure of serving that cold dish. She had the motivation to give its preparation all the time it needed to be perfect when it was finally presented. “I promise you that.”

Doc: Doc felt a tiny urge to hug her, but he resisted it. He just gave her this huge speech about not letting your emotions dictate your actions. He was not about to hug her. She wouldn’t want the hug anyway. At least that is what he told himself. “Alright. Good talk. Now I have to go burn some … thongs.”

Dominique:: She nodded and walked him to the door. Obviously he had some things to do, fires to start and general destruction to be handled elsewhere. “Here you go. Happy to donate to any good cause.” HOPE was slapped on the wrist by LESS and a lighter popped into the air for him to catch with one of his hands. Was it meant to slight Lennox? Not in the least. It was to encourage him to do what would be a wonderful invitation to find out just how riled up Lennox could get with him. He deserved anything that came to him as a result. He would learn eventually if he was playing with fire he could get burned. “Tell her I said hi.”

Doc: Doc caught the lighter with his left hand and grinned crookedly at her. “Oh I will..” Lennox started this game, and yes first round to her. Next round would be his. He uncharacteristically started to whistle as he sauntered out of her apartment, body bag of clothes over his right shoulder.

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

Dominique:: Dominique wondered if Lennox missed the memo on the whole thing about no pulse and all that usually qualifies a person to have a life left to lose. "Uhm, yeah. Well, the thing is I can't die again. I can have my *** kicked, my weapon break and basically be tossed into hell...which I will inform you it is. But at this point I don't care what anyone says you die once. Just like you have one cherry to lose. After the first time no matter how much we crawl back out of there like cockroaches or the hymen grows back we are never having it happen for the first time again. Some **** you can't ignore. It happens...it is history. Done deal. So, that being said on to the shitty sword trouble you are having. Tell him to swing you by the Forge after shopping." Yes, Doc was going to be so happy.

Dominique:: "Those were your clothes on the futon in that room right?" She figured she would ask now that the woman mentioned wearing jeans and t-shirts. She didn't recognize any of the items in the pile Doc hauled off so it sure as hell wasn't anything she owned. She glanced Lennox over slowly then looked down at her cargo short shorts and predictable logo tank that sported the message "I am BATGIRL". The only thing Dominique saw wrong with the ensemble she had on was she was missing her Yoda slippers. She shot a look to Vader who moved out of the room as if he was found guilty of something.

Lennox Tyler:: "I don't know how it all works...I just know that things are different in this life. There is just a lot to learn and remember." She groaned as she looked back toward her bedroom door and then back to her sister and nodded. "Yes, that was my stuff. Did he seriously go through all of it?" She could only imagine the reaction that he would have as he would come across different outfits that she had. Yes she mainly wore jeans and t-shirts but she knew there were other items that would get stolen away. He was trying to get her attention but was he really prepared for how he got her attention. It was a good excuse to go shopping and if he wanted to play this game...well it was a good thing that she will be getting her trust fund once her parents donated it to the labs. Smirking at the shirt that Dominique was wearing. "Love the shirt, by the way." She turned back toward the door, not caring if she had blood stains or gut bits dried somewhere on her clothes. "I probably go and get my clothes back."

Dominique:: Dominique nodded at the plan of going to get her clothes back. She was all too eager to lead Lennox to the door and open it for her. "Yes, you really should." She emphasized her agreement with a gentle pat to her shoulder. "You establish boundaries from the start and demand full compensation and extra for inconvenience. If you don't do that you may find him climbing in your window, following you on dates and reading your mail before you get a chance to open it. I would send you off with a pair of big girl panties to support the cause but I don't have any in the house. I am a firm believer if you go commando you have nothing to worry about losing." She opened the door. "Go get 'em tigress!"

Lennox Tyler::Dominique seemed a little too happy to lead her towards the door. Maybe she had a date coming over and she was unexpectedly crashing it. As she heard each word that was said, she couldn't help. No, it wasn't a date, she wanted to see the come of one of the newest sisters going head to head with their creator. "Oh I don't need big girl panties, I can handle this issue just fine without them and he's going to know it." She stepped through the door as Dominique opened it. "Thanks Minx." She quickly made her way to the elevator and shot off a text to Doc.


Dominique::Dominique held the door open until Lennox was safely through the frame. She watched the woman head to the elevator. "You are welcome." Slowly her hand closed the door until it was finally shut. She smirked until she looked down at her bare feet. Now just where the hell did her slippers go? Earlier there there was a bull terrier walking around looking guilty. "Vader!" She knew it couldn't be Rufus. He was still having a hard time giving up his fixation on leather shoes