Valmont (
whitehairedprettyboy) wrote2014-11-28 05:58 pm
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[ He's dreaming. He has to be.
But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.
Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.
And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]
But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.
Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.
And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]
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[Nui's interjection is only surprising in that it's being delivered from the top of the very tall electrical lines she's perched on. A bit cliche, really, but whatever works.]
You've still insulted Lady Ragyo, though. So bye!
[And that's it before she cracks a -yes, that is indeed a seamstress' measuring tape, and flicks it at Valmont's face. It whistles through the air with a lot more force than any sewing instrument has a right to, and it'll cut flesh as well as an actual bullwhip, in her hands.]
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He hisses - partially in pain, although the wound is already starting to knit itself up, but mostly in anger. Because while there may no longer be a gash in his skin, his healing powers don't, unfortunately, extend to the one in his clothes. ]
My suit! Do you know how much this cost? [ There's pure venom in his voice. ] You just made a very grave mistake, young lady.
[ He raises his left hand - and there's a jet of fire headed right at her. ]