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My, my you look DELISH

WHO: Dazzler and Audrey II
WHERE: Idk outside somewhere
WHEN: Afternoon, so after the Joker stuff is over with
WARNINGS: Hideous and maybe some singing
SUMMARY: Audrey kind of wants to eat Ali for lunch, but she's not that cool with the idea. So they fight a bit.
FORMAT: Quicklog

[Alison's tired. She's spent the week using her powers to try and calm people down and it's really taken a toll on her. She decides it's time to head home because this little Dazzler is D-O-N-E. Besides, everything seems to be over now, and she's no good in this condition. More use of her powers will only knock her out. So it's time to go home, curl up and just sleep allll day. Alison hums a little to herself as she starts the direction of home. However, it's obvious she's exhausted and her uniform isn't going to save her from being noticed.]

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[Twoey's just enjoying his time in the City as the days go by. Considering he's already found two lovely women willing to feed him, he figured this dump wasn't half bad. If only he were still a plant, but hey, he was getting the hang of this human form. Kinda. Audrey II also hums to himself and walks with a bounce to his step, only half paying attention.

He accidentally bumps into someone. Sure it was just a shoulder nudge, but hey, it was still a bump. He stops for a second, pausing, and he turns to face the stranger he bumped into. His eyes light up, noticing her exhausted state, and he could already feel himself salivating.]

Weeell hello, dolly~

[Alison jumps a little and blinks at the sudden appearance.]

Hey--I know you!

[God, so tired.]

You're from the Network. It's me---Alison.

[Eheheheh he likes that tiredness. It's so cute, so delectable. He pauses for a moment, taps his chin and plays ignorant for a second.]

Alison...Aaaaalisoooon...

[he brightens up]

Ooooh right, li'l miss Ali! How you doin', girl? Yer lookin' as scrumptious as evah in that get-up you got on there.

It's my uniform.

[She turns a little. OH YEAH SEXY THANG.]

Just really tired. I've been helping people all week, honey. How're you?

That's some snazzy uniform.

[he eyeballs her. Not sexually ~~oh ew gross no never~~, but hungrilly.]

Tired, huh? Well ain't that a shame.

[he doesn't care much about humans and their personal space issues. He gets closer to her.]

I'm as fine as a flowa, doll.

[Twoey pauses thoughtfully]

Y'know, if yer tired, I could always...escort you or somethin'. So nothin' bad happens to a pretty girly like you.

[yeah, nothing bad. Pffffft.]

[WHOA. STEP BACK STEP BACK STEP BACK. She eyes him SO CAREFULLY.]

You can walk with me, sure.

[JUST NOT THAT CLOSE THANKS.]

[AWWW C'MON. He notices her step back, and he gives a little offended frown]

Reeelax darlin', you seems so tense.

[And...they...walk. I guess. He's keeping a decent enough distance away from her. Get her comfortable with him, y'know.]

So ain't it a funny coincidence or somethin', bumpin' into a familiar face like yerself in this bigass City. I suuuure am one lucky fella.

[God, well she doesn't like people all up in her business sometimes.]

I know! But it happens a lot here, I guess. Us port ins just stand out, or something!

[HEY. Twoey's not a person. He's a plant...in a human form.]

'specially when the port-ins wear such perty get-ups like yers.

[hiiiis teeth are starting to get sharp. He's so damn hungry. Well, he's always hungry. He stops, and snaps his fingers]

Oooh girl I think I know where we're goin'! I might know a shortcut.

[liar liar pants on fire. By shortcut, he means a dead-end alleyway.]

[WELL SHE DOESN'T KNOW THAT.]

A short-cut, hmm? Okay, sweetie. You just lead the way!

[Alison sort of trusts him, but he tries anything funny, she can always fight back. She's no victim.]

[he tried not to grin. Naaaah, it wouldn't be wise to flash her his rapidly sharpening teeth]

Suuuure thang, dolly~

[which is unfortunate, because DAMMIT HE'S HUNGRY. He starts to turn down the alleyway, but stops. He bows a little and makes a motion for her to go first]

Ladies first.

[she should notice it's a dead end shortly after she starts walking down. But by then Twoey will be blocking the only way out.]

[Well, isn't this fella a gentleman. DESPITE CERTAIN THINGS HE'S SAID.]

Mhmm, alright.

[She walks in front of him, and notices the area.]

Hey! It's all blocked off!

[Whips around to stare at him.]

[a dark chuckle. He grins, baring his fully sharpened teeth. They look like the ones he had when he was a plant. There's no background music, but he feels to need to sing, anyway, as he tries to back her up further into the alleyway.]

"I got you cornered nooow
I know just what'll be doooone
You got no place to hide
you got nowhere to ruuuun~
Honey, it ain't no criiime
I think it's suppertime"

[he makes a grab at her neck and will use his weight in attempts to push her against the wall. He may be stuck in a weak-looking body, but Twoey ain't a weakling.]

[Alison yelps when he pushes her agains the wall. Her eyes begin to glow and she glares.]

GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME.

[She punches him in the face very weakly and struggles out of his grasp. She gasps.]

What, are you trying to eat me or something?!

[He chuckles and absorbs the punch to his face. Good thing he caught her at a weak moment. His nose starts to bleed a little from the punch though, but he doesn't look worried. It dribbles towards his mouth and he licks it away. Maaan he tasted good, but he bets she'll taste even better. His voice is deep, borderline sensual in a way.]

Oooooh you got that right honey.

[he starts to squeeeeze her neck, bringing his face, and that huge set of teeth, close to her own]

"Come on, come on
Ain't no time to start screamin'
Come on, come on
I ain't gonna wait for my feedin'
Come on, come ooooon
Ain't no time to turn squeamish
Come on, come on
I swear on all my spores
when I start I promise you won't feel a thaaang~"

[jesus christ that's butchered but at least it gets his point across.]

Alison Blaire is NO ONE'S THANKSGIVING DINNER!

[Alison screams a little bit and then forces herself to glow by absorbing his voice and everything she can tap into. She raises her hand and lasers him in the chest, kicking herself free. God, that took so much out of her. She's breathing heavily and she collapses on the ground before she can make a run for it.]

Sorry, fella. But this diva wouldn't look good on a dinner plate!

[She keeps absorbing sounds. God, she is NOT GOING TO BE EATEN WHAT THE HELL.]

[Twoey's pushed back by the attack and falls flat on his back. Damn his weak human body. He stuggles to get up and tries to trip her while he's on the ground and she's trying to run away.

He tries to speak, but realizes he can't...hear what he's saying. BUT NEVERTHELESS HE SURE AS HELL IS MOUTHING PLENTY OF DIRTY, DIRTY CURSE WORDS.

He wiggles and crawls, still working on getting up but at the same time he lunges at her ankles, trying to make her fall.

NO WAY IS HE LETTING HIS MEAL RUN AWAY FROM HIM. FUCK NO.]

Ahh!

[He makes her fall, but she just blasts at him again. OH MY GOD SHE IS NOT GETTING EATEN THAT IS SO DISGUSTING SHE IS NOT GETTING EATEN. God, but she's SO TIRED and she doesn't know if she can fight him like this.]

Sorry, honey! I'm not on your menu!

[As soon as he was about to try and nibble on her ankles, he's blasted again and is sent flying back, his back hitting the wall. He's mouthing curse words mixed in with some 'feed mes' and is also commenting on how dumb those puns are.

YOU AIN'T FUNNY, GIRL. BRING ON THE MEAT.

He's growling, his face contorting to reveal so much anger, and his teeth are practically protruding from his mouth. He cut his lip open on one of them, and the blood is dribbling down his chin. But he doesn't want his blood, he wants hers DAMMIT. He tries to stand up, succeeds, and lunges at her again.

Yer. Not. Gettin'. Away.]

OH MY GOD.

[Alison blasts him again before he can bite her. Ohmygod, she did jinx herself yesterday. She keeps blasting him, knowing that's all she can do. If she was more juiced up and less tired, she could try calming him, but that can't happen here. One move like that and she'll be passed out.]

GET AWAY FROM ME!

[Another blast.]

[He snarls against the blasts and is pushed back more and more, falling once again on his back.

Once again, he struggles to get up, but fails this time, sinking to his knees. He looks like a frightened mess, his eyes glaring daggers and face contorted into an angry snarl.

He...can't let her get away. But...he can't move properly. OH DAMMIT WHY WASN'T HE STILL A PLANT. HE COULD HAVE USED HIS GODDAMN VINES TO TAKE DOWN THAT GODDAMN BLONDE BIMBO uuuuuuggggh.

He wipes the blood from his face, and sucks on the sleeve.]

[SHE'S NOT A BIMBO, YOU STUPID WANNABE HUMAN.]

I am OUTTA HERE.

[She gets up with a slight stumble and starts to levitate.]

[WHO SAID HE WANTED TO BE HUMAN? He grunts, watching her leave with soooo much anger in his eyes just omygawd you never want to piss Twoey off.

He unknowingly taps into his persuasion powers as his voice gets even deeper and more threatening.]

You ain't...gonna tell...nobody who tried t' eat ya. Not one.

[She looks down at him, almost in a trance. She nods a little and gapes.]

I--won't. I don't even know who you are.

[he chuckles darkly, but in a MILDLY PISSED OFF kind of way]

No, ya don't.

[he's...still struggling to get up. Better get away Dazzler before he tries to tell you to come down]

[She shakes her head and flies off as fast as she can. It's not very quickly, but it's quick enough for her to make her escape.]

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