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Post by Ravager on Nov 2, 2012 19:26:42 GMT -5
Rose, who was in her own less than humble opinion perfectly well endowed in that regard (not too big, not too small), snickered at Copycat’s reaction to her suggestion. It hadn’t been a real suggestion, because they’d be a huge liability in their line of work, and she’d just mock her more for taking the comments to heart, not developing that thicker skin. Of course, for Rose, it was an easy stand to take, but that didn’t necessarily make it any less true. And all of that meant that her pettanko of a partner had managed to hit on the right answer, probably by luck, though the white-haired girl snickered her amusement again at the actual reply she got given. Between that and the distaste… Oh, oh-ho, her friend there was just setting herself up for a major disappointment. “You’ll always be my pettanko,” she assured her, grinning in a way that curved her lips but, for once, failed to bear any teeth. “Though I was bigger than you by the time I was sixteen. So don’t get too hopeful, kitten.”
Chalk up another nickname on Rose’s seemingly endless list of the things. Gemma would be thrilled.
Actually, a less annoyed Rose might have found the attempted tackle and the reaction to her glare pretty funny. There was just something about the ridiculousness of Gemma expecting a physical attack to work and the way she looked as she complained that would tickle Rose’s sense of humour which was verging on cruel at the best of times. The comment was just the icing on the cake, but the Ravager was not in the mood to appreciate either, hence the glare she drilled through the girl’s head in the moment before her hand cracked like a whip across Gem’s face.
Her backhand levelled the younger girl, as expected, because Rose hit like a truck and, if she’d wanted it to, that blow could have probably cracked Gemma’s skull like an egg. It was good to see that something had stuck though, because Copycat spun with the hit, crashing to the floor in a heap of limbs but without the tell-tale snap that accompanied a broken skull or broken neck. Between that and Rose pinning her down with a foot, there was no clear way out that didn’t involve a stretcher. But, equally, far from the sadistic, psycho witch some called her, she wasn’t taking any pleasure in this. If she’d really thought that Gem would stay down of her own free will, she wouldn’t have even bothered holding her down.
She didn’t though. Say what she would about the younger meta, she didn’t give up, even when it’d be smarter to just stop. It was cute. Not that Rose herself had ever been good at giving up a fight anyway.
So, as soon as she saw the nod, the thumbs-up that showed the girl’s agreement, the foot came off and Rose stepped back, folding her arms under her chest and leaning against a wall. Not that she was tired, which would probably irritate her partner-in-crime, because Rose wasn’t breathing hard nor was there any more than a slight flush of exertion tinging her pale cheeks. “You can get up now,” She assured her. “I think we’ll cancel that training session too. If you’re going to watch my back, you need to be decently rested.” This time, her grin flashed teeth. “As you’re not an enhanced super-soldier, that is.”
TAG: Copycat
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Post by Copycat on Nov 16, 2012 17:29:13 GMT -5
Yeah, the comment about enhancing her endowments was most definitely not something Gem should be taking any notice of; She'd pretty much figured Rose hadn't meant it in any serious way, and the snicker merely confirmed it. Again, why would she even want them? They'd look ridiculous on her, she was that tiny. And who wanted to go out into the field jiggling two easily burst bags of what was basically poison around, just asking to be burst open by the first nutjob with a knife (no, not Rose) that they came across. So, Gem resolved, it was definitely developing a thicker skin. Of course, her expression still dropped when Rose revealed that she'd already been bigger than her at Gem's age; "Please tell me you're kidding," she muttered bitterly, looking utterly unamused. Granted, she had already long since figured out deep down that she was probably never going to have huge gazongas like some of the superheroes, but.. Well.. "Talk about salt in the wound, yo," she finally added, not particularly looking distressed, but it was annoying.
She said nothing when it came to the charming new nickname Rose had pulled out of her hat, since Gem had long since learnt that there was very little she could do to stop Rose; And.. Hell, Kitten was comparatively pleasant in comparison to Pettanko. Bad enough she didn't have much in the way of a chest without being mocked over it, right?
And goddamn, did she expect to be mocked when it came to trying to tackle Rose; Granted, Gem didn't think she looked particularly impressed - and in fact, the death glare that she was levelled with would probably have made her soil herself if she hadn't seen it at least once before and hadn't been on the receiving end of it, because even with the eyepatch, it was a pretty terrifying sight. What was more telling was that the glare stuck with her more than the backhand ever would; The backhand would leave a red mark temporarily, sting, and then fade - Gem doubted Rose would have even made her bleed - but there was just.. Something angry about that glare that she absolutely didn't want to see again as long as she was working with the older girl. She was almost glad for the smack to the face, somehow.
Sure, she was dazed, but she'd long since learned to roll with Rose's punches as best she could, which.. Surely Rose had to be at least vaguely proud that Gem had taken something in for once, even if she evidently hadn't learnt enough to properly fight Rose yet. At the same time, she knew that pretty much the only people capable of taking Rose on properly were, like.. Batman (don't mention him, Gem figured), and Rose's own dad (definitely don't mention him), so Gem was vaguely pleased that she'd last even this long. But, determined as she was, and not really willing to let Rose stop her, Gem knew that this was pretty much it; She was dazed, couldn't get her bearings, and her head already ached. By the time she'd actually managed to get her head together, she was already pinned and it was pretty much useless anyway. Why even bother fighting back? So, giving up seemed like the wisest tactic, really, and Gem was relieved the second Rose's weight was off of her.
Not that Rose was incredibly, horribly heavy, but.. Gem didn't particularly like feeling vulnerable.
It was tempting to have another go at trying to get a hit in on Rose whilst the older girl leant against the wall, but Gem's lungs were still pretty much screaming against the tackle she'd tried, they were that behind the times. And as such? Gem basically crawled back to a sitting position on her bed; She was so lucky she didn't have asthma or something horrid like that, but even so, Gem looked really rather disgruntled when Rose informed her that they wouldn't be having the training session later on this morning; "Just what I need. Pity," Gem remarked sourly, "I.. Don't treat me like that. I know that you don't need anyone watching your back - I'm not stupid, all evidence to the contrary," she told Rose; Part of her was telling herself to shut up when it came to the older girl going easy on her, but by and large, she hated the idea of someone going easy on her. Especially when it was Rose, whom.. Well, as much as she wouldn't admit it, Gem kind-of admired, in some ways.
She just didn't want to get by on handouts like this. If Rose wanted her to be better at what she did, then she needed to get better. TAG: Ravager
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Post by Ravager on Nov 29, 2012 18:05:04 GMT -5
The grin Rose was already wearing widened gleefully at the bitter, bitter despair in her partner in crime’s tone as she asked, no, demanded Rose tell her that she was kidding. Petty, maybe, but the total and absolute lack of any humour at all in the petite redhead’s expression just made Rose feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It widened further, almost shark-like, at the mention that it was pretty much throwing salt in the wound. Folding her arms under her chest, knowing that the tank top pretty much showed off her own, rather more hulking endowments to good effect, Rose smirked.
Because she was mean. And petty. And liked rubbing it in Gem’s face.
“Nope,” She told the other meta, rubbing it in with the smug satisfaction of a young woman who took far too much pride in her own looks. “Guys at school loved me at sixteen. Exotically hot martial arts vixen with killer curves? They couldn’t get enough of me – that’s why I kept having to break their arms every so often. Y’know guys – they never did get the ‘look, don’t touch’ memo. The white haired girl grinned, not mentioning that she’d always liked proving she was better than boys, showing off her martial arts skills and that most of the boys hadn’t minded watching either. It was just the one on the receiving end that tended to scream for mommy. “Not much changed there,” She concluded.
In short, Gem was just going to have to get used to it and, frankly, not everyone could be as awesome as Rose to look at, though the rest of her screwed up life probably compensated.
It was fair to say that Rose had a lot of practice with death glares. Partially, it just ran in her genes – snow white hair, the particular combination of her parents’ features in her face and the Arctic blue of her eyes combining to give her an intimidating look even before throwing in the imposing physical presence she had and the awareness that Rose almost threw off in waves that she could beat, break or kill almost anyone else in the room. When she glared at people, it was with the serious promise of physical harm and it was one that she could and had backed up with force in the past. Before she’d been enhanced, before she had taken up the Ravager name and made her own legend with her swords, Rose had already been able to intimidate superhuman teens with a glare. Now… the missing eye and the presence she’d attained simply made it more barbed. That Gemma crumbled really wasn’t a shock in the slightest. In fact, it was rather more surprising that she didn’t do more than flinch back in the face of it. Much as she occasionally put the other meta down, the girl had guts.
And she had some talent too. Rose had meant it when she said that Copycat could beat the Titans someday – with her help, naturally. She had spirit and guts and an awesome little power. In some ways that’s why Rose didn’t let up. Despite herself, she was starting to like her and, well, anyone Rose liked was going to be worthy of that. Which meant Gemma was going to get better the hard way, whether she liked it or not, because that was the only way that worked. She was learning too – she wasn’t just trying to tank hits anymore, and actually rolling with them was definitely helping even if it was practically only because Rose was holding back still.
There was a clear showing of who had won and who had lost here, given the unmarked state of Rose and Copycat’s shattered, hoarse breathing and obvious pain as she crawled back to her bed. But, as the redhead spoke up, she was the recipient of a truly scornful look from the older, snow-haired woman. “Pity? From me? Kitten, I’m the last one who’ll ever pity you. You’re not going to learn anything from it, beyond that I can beat you into a messy pulp with a hand tied behind my back. If you think I’m treating you like an idiot though…” Rose simply shrugged. “Whatever. I don’t care. We’ve got a mission anyway, you’re coming and I’m not going to bail you out – so either you rest up or you’re going to bite a bullet. That’s how it is.” Never ever look to Rose for sympathy,clearly.
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