Logs:AU - Vignette: Slayah!
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| RL Date: 20 October, 2014 |
| Who: 'Zlida' (Alida) |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: In a rarer Alternate Universe, guess what Alida is? |
| Where: Alternate Earth, 1997 |
| When: AU |
| Weather: It was a dark and stormy night... |
| OOC Notes: This is ALL Edyis' fault. |
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| She wondered to hide the spilled vitae on her rad-cool short, goth dress for about 2 minutes, then finally twisted her red lips and had to shrug it away. Black was ideal for covering many stains, and enough of her vast wardrobe had seen evidence of grime, grass, blood and guts (bleh) over the last couple of years. Stopping in at the girl's bathroom before the homecoming dance started, Zlida took care of business, then took another five minutes to primp her ultra-sweet, sharp up-do in the mirror, plus re-coat the 'Killer Red' of her nails where that god-damned nightwalker had clawed at it. *So* uncool! At least her makeup was left undamaged, the natural paleness of her skin only enhancing its sweet starkness, in tones of silver, black, red, and dark plum. When waving her hands about didn't make the laquer dry much faster, she rolled her intensely green eyes, and resorted to using the hand drier attached to the wall...watching closely, in case the air scattered the nail polish. It was just before she was about to step out into the front hallway of Modesto High School that the second attack came: the nightwalker smashing through the high window on the northern wall and hitting the ground already in mid-leap again at the Vampire Slayer. It was only through the dint of her special skills and talents that the 18 year old was able to pivot out of the way of the attack in time to avoid being overbourne... or gutted, at worst. More horribly, however, the red-eyed fangie boy managed to...break one of her fingernails, as well as drag down the complex, braided crown of her perfect, pale hair. "Zliiiidaaaa..." the punk vamp guy hissed as he spun about and cast a slavering grin at his nemesis. "Your reputation precedes you...NOT." A scowling sneer enveloped the vampire's lurid features as he looked down his nose at the blonde, while she simply stood - glaring in high irritation - back at the ancient enemy. "I see you are a foolish and shallow creature, instead of this great legend of a Slayer the local claptrap kept warning me about." Cue dramatic pause. "I think I shall dine on your blood tonight, and make you one of my lesser slaves..." "You... *Ass*hole!" the blonde Slayer ground out in her low soprano, green eyes boring first into the vampire across from her, then glancing quickly at her nails...one hand touching her drooping 'do. "I spent four *hours* getting ready for tonight...and Jack's waiting for me in the auditorium... and *you*. messed. it. UP." Growl. Tsavorite eyes narrowed, jaw tightened, and a martial pose was struck. "I am *so* gonna' smoke your retarded ass." "Blah-blah-blah..." the vampire parodied through one of his hands yapping back at her, then rubbing his forefinger and thumb together a few times...the smallest violin in the world, playing just for her. "All talk, no shock." And then his speedy, sleek form lurched at her, poised to attack. Now truly angry, the Slayer almost parried her enemy's vocal barrage with her own...but then one of her black, fishnet stockings decided to protest all the excessive motion...and develop a run. Ducking low to clap a hand over the rent in the nylon, Zlida let loose a shrieking sort of yowl, then looked up in time to catch the vamp starting his attack. She wasn't a Slayer - reborn time and time again through the ages - for naught, and even in this moment, her powers and training did not desert the 'girl.' From one tall, spike-heeled purple and black boot's inside, Zlida jerked out a slender wooden stake, and rammed it home with all her strength (and all the nightwalker's momentum) into his heart as he sprang. The two bodies rolled in time with the thumping of the music from the gym beyond them, and it was Zlida, the Vampire Slayer, who finally emerged on top...though rather disheveled. Pulling back to warily eye her handiwork, the blonde watched her enemy writhe, moan, try to remove the stake...and fail. After about thirty seconds of ineffectual contortions, he finally gave up his unlife, and disintegrated into a pile of bones, then ashes. Huff! "Teach *you* ta' ruin my night..." Still scowling, Zlida retrieved her now bloodless stake, resheathed it in her high boot, and strode back to the mirror to behold herself. "Maaaaannn..." Such. A. Mess. "I am *never* gonna' hear the end of this." Not if her friends had anything to say about it. "Total bummer." Sigh. Doing what she could with pins, fingers, a little polish remover and a second, quick re-coat, the only-slightly rougher looking teen finally stepped back out into the hall, then towards the sound of the swelling music of the dance. Muttered rather nasally, "I fucking hate Halloween." |
Comments
Edyis (02:02, 21 October 2014 (EDT)) said...
I DO NOT FEEL GUILTY FOR THIS! <3
Ok so I'm actually properly ashamed of myself but still love you for doing this Alida.
Alida (05:21, 21 October 2014 (EDT)) said...
I'll have to remember to keep my comments about potentially silly Alida things to myself, from now on. ;)
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