Girls with Guns [Jihl/Qun'mi]

[Nike]

And just when Nike felt like she had all of the pawns in her corner, someone had to go and bring more of them into the game.

It wasn't a problem and Nike wasn't particularly complaining, because in all things she always saw opportunity. From the moment she'd laid eyes on the newcomers, she'd made sure to study each of them and see how they could benefit her instead of remotely thinking about how they could benefit that side she'd chosen to "fight" for. Chaos could do whatever he wanted - she frankly didn't care. By doing as she wished to get herself into a position of power and get herself out of this realm with that power still intact, she was...indirectly assisting Chaos in a way. Very indirectly. Not that she wouldn't tread him underfoot if it came to her needing to do exactly that...which was why these individuals who had arrived proved intriguing to her. Chaos might have been giving himself more to throw at Cosmos, but what else was he going to find through this little expansion experiment? That people were going to start to figure out it wasn't all that necessary to listen to him.

So what did Nike plan to do? Find more like her that believed that single fact. Most of the warriors who'd been here a long while wouldn't do. No...they were far too honorable, or self-centered, or otherwise incompetent for them to understand the value of the opportunity that all of these new warriors on both sides afforded. Nike wasn't going to go out and start preaching against Chaos or anything of the sort, but as she stepped her way through the outskirts of the region that held Chaos' throne, she was looking for only a couple of very specific people she'd noticed among the new arrivals. From what she gathered, they were the only two people here who likely had anything remotely in common with Nike herself. Of course, she might have been judging only on her quick conclusions - she'd only gotten a decent look at them and a touch of information, nothing more - but they were worth seeking out regardless, were they not? What was a little walk across a hellish plain going to hurt...

Besides, these people weren't hard to spot anyway. They all stuck out like sore thumbs, not that Nike didn't realize she did the same with her blue against the reddish, fiery backdrop. She passed a couple of the other newcomers, the only one of which she glanced at being the one in the trenchcoat with the jet black hair. The glance was all she gave him. He was of no concern to her...she couldn't even remember hearing him saying more than two sentences from what she'd seen of him anyway. He looked...manipulative, though, especially considering the way she noticed he watched as she walked by. Heh, maybe he was just another one of the pawns she could have wrapped around her finger before long. "Look on, little boy," she chimed, without turning to him. Today, she wasn't looking for just a few more meat shields to throw at her goals. No, no. She longed for the company of someone with the same kind of attitude as she possessed.

Who was she looking for, then? Well, one of them she almost knew was some kind of soldier who used tech similar to Nike's own suit...though not quite as perfected, judging solely on the appearance of it. It was also rather frumpy, but eh. Regardless, the woman - she was female, and blond to boot - seemed like someone Nike could get along with from a distance. So be it...she was better than these armor-encased jackasses with their swords and magic. There was actually a second she wanted to...check in on, so to say. Nike hadn't gotten quite as good of a look at her. Brunette. Glasses. Looked cold and calculating. The best guess about this second woman she had was that her outfit had looked like something a higher officer would wear. Even if she was one of those kinds of military wimps who sat behind a desk more than they actually got out and fight...at least there was a chance she had the same kind of military mindset Nike could handle. So yes...she wasn't sold on these two she'd spotted among the crowd, but a little chat between the three of them..they just might find they had the world in common. Besides, they had to be good substitutes for these wannabe women who'd been hanging around here for cycle upon cycle now...and Nike wasn't about to work with one of these proud men. They were only good as the meat shields she'd mentioned before.

And there was one of them, up ahead of her. Nike, with a casual air, stepped up behind her fellow female and crossed her arms over her chest, propping her hip on a rock. "So...", she began, loudly enough to announce her presence. "How are you finding things here in hell?"

Tagged - The Evil Cheerleaders! (Doesn't matter who goes first)
Words - Almost 900
Muse - Excellent!
Place - Outskirts of Chaos' Throne
Outfit - The suit, a'course
Notes - This is 900 words of bleh. [/size]

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

What a situation. Rolling her eyes above her, Qun'mi leaned against the rocks; arms crossed over her chest and glanced out over the crowd. She had been going to ask the woman about her body suit, but she had stopped when a woman had made some comment about the bull-shit of the situation. Qun'mi had quickly become distracted by talking to the woman, all dressed up in leather, who seemed just as annoyed at these people thinking they had the right to control them as she was. Still, it didn't seem like something that they should make public, especially with the god Chaos still sitting on his throne and his lapdog still watching over the group of people. That, she determined, was all the big man clad in tin was good for. He hadn't moved from his position beside the god, another reason why she had dubbed him as nothing more than a lapdog. He followed orders without any ability to do anything himself. Pathetic.

Huffing out a breath, Qun'mi straightened from her position against the wall and brushed off her shoulder. She was about to move away and start making her way back to Qator when the voice touched the air. With a raised eyebrow, Qun'mi turned toward the body that belonged with the voice. Well she'd be damned if it wasn't the blonde that had caught her attention before. Settling her hands on her hips, Qun'mi appraised the woman, blatant in her observation. She didn't give a damn if the blonde didn't like it or if she noticed. What most stood out was the body suit that the woman wore. Owning her own 'suit' of sorts, she was interested to learn how it worked for other people.

She almost missed the question. A smile lifted onto her lips, one which didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's lovely. Yeah, in fact, I think I'd love to have a house here. With a nice little picket fence to complete the landscape lava waiting to melt your face off." Cheerfully she spoke out her sarcastic remark, her saucy grin never leaving her features, waiting to see how the woman would respond to her verbal sparring. You learned a lot about people by how they responded to sarcasm. That, and Qun'mi thought she looked like she was suffering from the same dreadful disease that Qator was suffering. Stickupyourownass was a terrible disease. "And how do you like the hell we've been damned to? Pick out a place to raise the kids yet? I'm sure the back forty has another lava patch, so don't worry about that.", she announced, inclining her head toward the rocks.

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Words:; 613
Muse:; Wonky!
Tagged:; Nike/Jihl
Location:; Chaos' throne placeee
Outfit:; Military
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/color] --

[Jihl Nabaat]

Jihl tapped her foot as she glanced around at the fiery room that she had been teleported to, and looked at the other warriors of Chaos that would fight for the side of evil. Some of them looked positively ready for their job. They had the evil grins and already had their weapons out ready to bask some faces in. Others, like herself, were reluctant to be fighting for such a thing but knew that there was no choice in the matter. It was either fight or die. And Jihl already knew that nobody wanted to die all because they refused to fight. Except for maybe cowards. But they weren’t cowards, they were now Warriors. Fighting was the only thing that mattered to all of them. So long as they won and they fought. That was all that life amounted to at this moment.

Continuing to look at the crowd of people, Jihl noticed two other women, one in a blue bodysuit, and the other was wearing some sort of suit of armor that contained with technology. Jihl had her own AMP technology, but she could feel Chaos’ power flowing through her, practically giving her the strength necessary that it made the technology that was attached to her uniform inadequate. Still, she wondered about the other women. What did they possibly think about all of this? About fighting to let evil rule the worlds? Jihl knew for a fact that she was going to fight just to get back home, and she bet that was how some other people thought, maybe even the other women. And how did they even plan to fight? Did they have strategies? Thoughts? Plans? Clutching her Saber at her side, Jihl couldn’t help but think the same way. She wanted to get back to where she belonged as quickly as possible. Perhaps it would be possible for them to work together. Alliances were always good. At least then she knew that someone was watching her back, and thus she would return te favor by watching theirs. Perfect. Now all she had to do was ask.

So, she did just that. Removing her hand from her Saber, she crossed her arms over her chest, and walked towards the two other women who were now conversing. As she got closer, she could hear them talking about this hellhole. How ironic. “Hell as a place to live,” she interjected, coming up to stand next to the two, “I must say, that is quite an interesting way to look at it. I am mostly surprised that we have not been roasted alive quite just yet with the way those flames have been blazing.” Yes, flames were everywhere, but all of them seemed to be contained in someway, even in they still looked like they were about to set them all on fire. “My name is Jihl Nabaat. May I ask what yours are?” Hopefully this would end up going in Jihl’s favor. An alliance would be good for all of them. It would certainly make this experience go by faster if she wasn’t wandering around alone.

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Words: 522
Muse: Meh
Notes: Hope it is alright. ^^;

[Nike]

This woman was determined to get herself an eyeful, wasn't she? A most amused smirk rested on Nike's features as she remained motionless, figuring the woman would finish her detailed inspection on her own time. "Enjoying yourself?", Nike asked, slyly, before the woman finally seemed to finish up, flashing a smile that Nike herself knew all too well. And what she said...hah! Yep...she'd picked the right one out of the pack...but not because of the blatant staring at every inch of her. That was the other woman's prerogative. No, she was, judging from the obvious sarcasm dripping from the woman's smiling lips, that she'd picked out someone not at all unlike herself...and and that was undoubtedly a good thing both for her ideas and for her tolerance. If she had to deal with one more armored baboon spouting something about penance or doom or the void, she would have had to throw someone here in the flames.

Nike gave a little shrug, playing along. "Oh, naturally. Just a piece of advice, though - I'd build it in brick. You might have a little trouble maintaining wood...", she said, sounding pleasantly bored, as if they were two housewives gossiping at the yearly cookout. Imagine what could be cooked here...the whole place was a furnace. As if Nike cooked for anyone...which, considering the other blondes next question, was something she could bring up. "Oh, the kids already took a liking to the place. You got to meet some of the brats back at daddy's big meeting," she chimed, annoyance in her voice, as she jabbed a thumb back towards the throne where the new recruits had gathered. "I spend enough time raising them already... Sadly, they can't help themselves. They gravitate to places where they can have their eyebrows singed off by flames." She brought a hand up to indicate herself. "And as nice as it is here, I'd rather set up shop somewhere a little less damning..." Her eyes shifted to the throne, where Chaos had been only a few minutes before. "And a little less controlling."

A third voice interfered, drawing Nike's eyes off to the side. Well, what was the luck of that? The second person of interest had made her way over now, and was jumping right into this chat of theirs. She wasn't quite as prone to staring as the other one...and her voice was a little more airy and flighty...and Nike noticed something about her she hadn't before...specifically involving the woman's chest area. Her eyes settled there for a moment. "And you must be proud of your kids,", she said, before her eyes moved back up to look at the woman's face. All in all, though - and there was a lot of all there - the woman didn't seem anything but okay thus far. A little boring-sounding, maybe...but Nike could deal with that if it meant some competence. Good enough for her. The woman introduced herself as Jihl. Not a bad name, but Nike had a good number of nicknames for her pouring through her mind...and she'd probably end up using one of them, since they were all so obvious. "Nike," she spoke up, simply, glancing to the last of them to catch her name.

Words - 618
Muse - Excellent!
Notes - Bwahaha.[/size]

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Qun’mi wasn’t fazed in the least when the woman asked if she was enjoying herself. With a casual shrug, she continued her observation a moment and then looked back to the eyes of the woman that was standing there before her. “You could say that.” She really didn’t care that the woman obviously knew that she had been checking her out. Hell, if she didn’t like it, then she could take her fancy clad ass, turn around and walk away. Since she was doing no such thing, Qun’mi figured that she didn’t mind. Tact wasn’t something you generally reflected when you were a woman in an army of mostly men, who Etro knew didn’t have a tactful bone in their bodies. That tendency wore off on you if you were around it long enough, as it had with her.

As soon as the blonde returned her comments, Qun’mi relaxed even more. This was someone who could understand what sarcasm was, and seemed to be able to appreciate it as well. Opening her mouth wide in mock shock, she lifted a gloved hand to shift over her lips and gasped, “Oh, what good advice. I imagine wood wouldn’t be suitable for this location.” She finished by dropping her hand and rolling her eyes, matching the smirk with one of her own. She had to say, she was enjoying this conversation a whole hell of a lot better than she had enjoyed anything else in this hell hole.

And she agreed with the controlling part. Quirking a brow, she followed the gaze to the godlike man on the throne. “It does feel a little suppressing here,” she commented, eying the woman to see her reaction. “I’ve never been a big fan of someone telling me I have to fight for a cause that has nothing to do with my own damn life.”, she finished casually. “But you know, to each their own, right? They seem to not mind being rounded up like dogs and given a little bit of a bone to gnaw on as some sort of way to keep them in line.” It was true, and she despised that.

Before she could think anything else, another woman had arrived. Qun’mi raised her brow and studied the second woman. All in all, she looked to just be a normal woman, except for one feature, that was far above average. Her companion commented on it, and Qun’mi couldn’t help but burst into husky laughter. Quickly she controlled herself, but she couldn’t erase the smirk on her lips. “The name’s Qun’mi. Qun’mi Tru’e. I’d say I was happy to meet you, but that’d mean I was glad to be in this hell, and I’m not exactly ‘glad’ to be here, so I probably shouldn’t say it. Though...I'm eager to meet the kids.”, she finished, unable to hold back the smirk that was on her face. This was going to be a hell of a time.

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Words:; 687
Muse:; Good!
Tagged:; Nike and Jihl
Location:; You know where!
Outfit:; Normal
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/color] My brain still melting...no really...

[Jihl Nabaat]

This was certainly turning out to be an interesting ordeal down here in what seemed to be hell itself. First, she was brought down here against her will and swore her allegiance to Chaos, who appeared to be evil incarnate. She had easily figured out a way to get out of this mess as fast as possible, but knew that she would need some help along the way. After all, she was sure everyone here had seen how difficult it was to fight against those who were good. Well, so long as she would be able to go back to her own world, she didn’t care. Work had to be done.

She looked around at the area, taking in who was still there, the ones who hadn’t already run off looking for a fight. The ones who stayed behind were most likely thinking up plans, and making alliances before they hit the battlefield, much like what she was planning to do. Though, there didn’t seem to be that many left. As always there were the loners who would have left already and tried to stay out of the way from everybody else and just went on to find a target to get rid of. She would likely do the same if it wasn’t for the fact that the balance of the universe was on line. As such, she believed the right thing to do right now was wait, lest she be rid of out on the battlefield so early. That had already happened once. It wasn’t going to happen again.

So, doing the most sensible thing that she could think of, she found the nearest group that seemed the best to approach and did as such, easily noticing that the two were girls and that meant that this could possibly go along a lot smoother than she had thought. Unless one of them was a raging psychopath. She hoped not. That would lead this to become very horrible. Nonetheless, she pushed back her worries and made herself noticeable, though that wasn’t very hard concerning her. Putting in her two cents into this seemingly interesting conversation, the two other women suddenly became aware of her presence. Though, a comment was made, something about “kids,” and her eyes narrowed into a slight glare. It was continued on, but the only thing Jihl could do was ignore the remarks, as hard as it may have seemed.

The two introduced themselves as Nike, and Qun’mi, both interesting names, but she had heard plenty of those back on Cocoon. She ignored the remark about children again, and nodded at the mention of being in this hell. “Couldn’t agree more about being here. I, personally, just want to get this all over with as soon as possible.” This place, hell, was giving her the creeps and she wished for nothing more than to just find a field or anything other than this area. But, she had to hold out for however long it would be until they decided to stay together. Which didn’t seem to be so hard so far.

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Words: 514
Muse: Good
Notes: Yes, I am alive.