Like a suitor waiting his turn to approach the beauty he came from seemingly nowhere. Regal, confident, an assumed arrogance that was reserved for image alone. With the air of a man who knew his worth and wore it like a prized crown upon his head, he approached as the smoke cleared. “Without breaking a nail even. Talent,” he said smoothly as he positioned himself before the picky lady.
He offered her a gentle smile and decreed, “My lady, it would be an honor to offer you a kiss, thoughtI must warn you that we might set the world aflame as we breath the same fire.”
He offered her a gentle smile and decreed, “My lady, it would be an honor to offer you a kiss, thoughtI must warn you that we might set the world aflame as we breath the same fire.”
Mallory raises her fist to Darsey! Rather than pull it back to punch him though, she extends it toward him ... offering a fistbump. She is offering to hit him, technically, but in like a respectful way.
Grace blinked, then smiled the kind of smile reserved for little sisters who just raided your lipstick and asked if they looked grown.
"Oh sweetheart, you’re precious." Her tone was fond, but laced with unmistakable amusement. "But you’re standing in a grown woman’s heels, and they don’t fit just yet."
She reached out and gently brushed a bit of glitter from the girl's cheek and placed a quick peck on it the way older women do with girls they’ve decided to look after.
"Tell you what. When you're done saving the world, come find me. We can be friends. I'll be the one handing out fashion advice."
Kiss on the cheek
"Oh sweetheart, you’re precious." Her tone was fond, but laced with unmistakable amusement. "But you’re standing in a grown woman’s heels, and they don’t fit just yet."
She reached out and gently brushed a bit of glitter from the girl's cheek and placed a quick peck on it the way older women do with girls they’ve decided to look after.
"Tell you what. When you're done saving the world, come find me. We can be friends. I'll be the one handing out fashion advice."
Kiss on the cheek
"AVAST THEEEE!!! AAAAAAAHHH!!!"
*HIT! WITH A SNOW BALL!!!*
*HIT! WITH A SNOW BALL!!!*
"Sorry about this."
Hit, but lightly so.
Hit, but lightly so.
"Hmm... I'm not sure a kill is appropriate. Nor a kiss. So maybe a small tap to count as a hit will do?" She looked around briefly, noticed a sparce bit of snow nearby then picks up a small handful. Just barely enough for a little ball once molded into the correct shape. With a quick glance, it gets tossed right the other! A slight smile, halfway between apology and sheepishness, then she quickly vacates the spot.
Hit. Not hard though!
Hit. Not hard though!
"Great, there really isn't a good way to get out of this... I guess a punch to the arm will do?"
Naoto went ahead and lightly hitted the lady's arm.
Naoto went ahead and lightly hitted the lady's arm.
"Yeah. There're only three options available. But it's okay. Maybe." A hint of humor in her tone, maybe something mischievous hid just barely underneath. The huntress bent down, scooped up another tiny handful of snow and molded it. "For what's worth, at least there's snow." Words quiet with reflection before the little snowball is tossed toward the other.
Hit. I promise it's not hard!
Hit. I promise it's not hard!
Talia al Ghul looks over to the woman. The League of Assassins is not impressed. She slips her serrated blade into her pocket and creates a tight fist. The blood would draw too much attention; a broken jaw would be the lesser of the two.
She tilts her head and speaks, "I will Hit you. I'm sure you've had worse days. Hmm?" She offers a bottle of whiskey to Autumn Knight as a consolation. "There's a toast for all occasions; I'm sure you won't feel a thing." She grins.
HIT
She tilts her head and speaks, "I will Hit you. I'm sure you've had worse days. Hmm?" She offers a bottle of whiskey to Autumn Knight as a consolation. "There's a toast for all occasions; I'm sure you won't feel a thing." She grins.
HIT
" After witnessing one too many officers meet their demise on account of the Officio Assassinorum, I would find it most ill-advised nor am I particularly compelled to approach the matter with violence. A kiss upon the hand though arguably still bold but nothing more than an expression of formal address and admittedly admiration "
The Black Widow's emerald eyes look over Lord General Von Drakenfell.
"I invited you over for a drink," the Widow places her Glock on the table, "...to inform you, that I'm here to kill you. I am sorry, you seem like a nice guy." The red lips give her signature smirk.
"It's a simple matter for me. All I have to do is play you like the pawn you'd be, leading you to your death."
Kill, even if indirectly
Kill, even if indirectly
"Look Pal, I ain't in the mood to kill you, and I'm sure as hell not going to kiss you. The only option for me is this. Don't take it personally."
Ragna walks up to McGillis and hits him with an axe punch.
Ragna walks up to McGillis and hits him with an axe punch.
Alright lads, glass him
"Nothing personal."
Kill
Kill
Frankly, Meridith found it rather unfortunate that 'Walk/Run Away' was not an option, since she didn't wish to be anywhere near this... half-wolf woman? Especially one who was ready to charge after and kill a man with little hesitation or reasoning.
"...Sigh."
Meridith pulls out a shotgun (which was absolutely stolen from her cousin's office), and points the barrel at Red.
(Kill.)
"...Sigh."
Meridith pulls out a shotgun (which was absolutely stolen from her cousin's office), and points the barrel at Red.
(Kill.)
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