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Sep 26, 2014 11:17PM
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Sora walked into the cafeteria, nervously sliding her glasses up the bridge of her nose and talking timidly to one of her new gained friends. Or, pawns. Yes, pawns.
Sora's eyes went bright blue as she looked over, having the vision that he was getting stabbed she jolted forward, taking off her glasses and grabbing the knife, "Honestly Dylan, shouldnt you be at home?" She chuckled, somewhat seductively, waving the knife in the air, showing that it was silver and could probably severely hurt him, "With how much you drank last night I'm surprised your standing." She said, not caring to hide her English accent or her cleavage as she leaned over forward, trying to distract the man from Dylan.
Her eyebrow twitched slightly at his hand, "I say, how rude." She almost growled but chuckled fakely before walking away and around the corner, immediately slapping him harshly, "Thats for being a sick rapists!" She shouted, slapping him once more, "And thats for being an asshole" she growled, her eyes flaming red.
She slapped him harder, "Liked it? You used my own gender against me. I physically reacted. Sex doesn't mean happiness, so shut the fuck up. And I just saved you from a severe beating, i expect an apology" she folded her arms, buttoning up her top.
"You invited me to dinner! And then you went and put something in my drink! I did what any normal person would have!" She exclaimed.
She blinked, furrowing her eyebrows, "I did no such thing. I pinned you down, demanding why you were sticking your fat nose into places they didn't belong. I did as any assassin would. Any skilled assassin. It was simple instinct. And I reply purely on instinct." She replied, ignoring his comment about the knife.
She raised her fist up, punching him in the jaw as hard as she could. "Maybe its because I was in my dorm, unarmed, and ready for a civilized talk! But no! I don't know who the fuck you think you are, and frankly I don't give a tiny flying rats ass either, but if you mention it ever again I swear to all of the divine deities that there may or may not be, I will fucking gut you and shove your dick down your throat along with all of the other dicks you've choked on you damn demon whore!" She growled angrily, panting out of fury. She had never been so mad. Maybe it was because she had all of those emotions pent up within her. Or maybe it was the fact that she hated herself for letting him take her, and still not hating him. Either way she knew it was a bit much.
She covered her face, "God! In all my life I don't think I've ever been this angry! I hate you so much, because I don't hate you! Which make me hate you more! And don't go and say that it doesn't make sense!" She exclaimed, her eyes flaming red as she attempted to make sense of the situation in itself.
She didn't resist, as much as she wanted to, "putain fils de pute stupide" she mumbled French curse words under her breath, angered beyond belief.
She blinked, her eyes going blue once more, "I-I." She looked up at him for a few a moments, "I don't know." She mumbled, knowing she probably would've taken some degree of happiness to see his ass get beat... Right? She sighed, hanging her head in shame.
"The fact of the matter is that I'm a complete weirdo. You should probably keep your distance. It might be contagious." She mumbled, going to walk away.
She gasped, her eyes spiking green before returning blue, "Hey, fuck face, I said keep your distance" she growled, struggling lightly.
She furrowed her eyebrows, face palming and sighing, "Fine" she mumbled, walking towards the line to get lunch. Considering they were already in the cafeteria.
She shook her head slowly, glancing back at him and pushing her glasses up, "I think I can handle a three pound tray of salad and chips." She murmured, grabbing a juice box and an apple.
She sat down at an empty table, setting her bag down. She was glad the cafeteria was near empty. She sighed, fixing the hair tie in her hair silently.
She rolled her eyes, "Don't be. As an incubus you were compelled to do such things. Its practically your genetic coding." She mumbled, feeling like an idiot for thinking otherwise. She sat back, reading a document closely as she ate an apple. She had managed to get a contract, which was a plus she supposed.
She glanced up at him, "Its a contract. Anywho, I'm sorry for slapping you, twice. And for punching you in the jaw." She mumbled.
She raised an eyebrow, "I don't want to know." She murmured, leaning in on the paper and reading intently, biting into the apple.
"He doesn't bear the mark. He paid to come here. He'll be killed soon, there's no sense in revenge. Through that's not what you have in mind huh?" She asked, reading. It was no secret that she was a multi tasked, stirring her tea, eating an apple and reading, all while being completely aware of her surroundings.
"Technically I'm not to that level of power. So no. I can anticipate your moves to a certain extent." She replied.
She shrugged, sipping her tea, "In the simplest of terms, yes." She replied with a nod, continuing to read.
She stopped everything at once. She glanced up, "Tell me, what do you think pof yourself?" She asked, tilting her head.
She stared at him, "I wasn't nessecarily pure before your little game. Your a whore. And whores don't have to be lowly. You're not a bad person because of your species. In some places my own species of humans is used specifically by the government. So don't be so bad on yourself. I kill people all the time, in fact I have a kill tonight." She murmured, sipping her tea.
She stared at her book, "No, but all the greatest leaders have. No one is perfect. It may sound clichéd but calling yourself lowly because you screw around would be the equivalent of calling every bad teenager a nuisance to life" she replied, sipping her tea.
She glanced up, her eyes fixated on his, "I don't hate you, which was why I was so angry" she replied, analyzing his facial expression before pushing her glasses up.
"I don't nessecarily like you. But no, I don't hate you. Hating someone is like neglecting your ethics. So to put it simply, I am on a mutual disliking for you. I've given you a second chance and I don't do that often. I only have one other friend and the girl doesn't have emotions. I'm used to being on my own so you act like that again and I'll hunt you down faster than you can say hopscotch, got it?" She smiled cutely.
She took a few seconds to look up at him, "Interesting? Not nearly. I just follow my instincts and womanly intuition" he replied.
She yawned, "I was born in a place where it was fight or die. I fought. So naturally hostility is a reflex now." She mumbled, sipping her tea.
"Date? I don't think I know a proper phrase for what this is. Perhaps its... A semi friendly, tense confrontation slash lunch. But that's to long. So go ahead and call it a date." She murmured, "My contracts in less than four hours so if you've got something on your mind I'd rather you ask now." She said.
She took his phone in one hand, still reading as she switched to his contacts. As a psychic she could see things with her hands. She typed her number in quickly, her eyes scaling the pages. "nine calibur rifle no scope fifteen bullets per round." She whispered to herself.
She glanced up, "The head master of an all boys academy. Finest academy in Oxford." She murmured.
She glanced up, pushing her glasses up with the end of her pencil. "It means my grade. And that means a lot for the alter ego." She replied.
Sora stared at him blankly, "Hm, would you like me to shove my foot up your ass? Scat." She said, dismissing him.
She simply sipped her tea, analyzing him, "So youre coming with me tonight then?" She asked, not wanting to admit he was good.
She rolled her eyes, "It could be." She replied, standing up and grabbing her things, "I'm going to get dressed. Your free to come with me, but you're staying outside of the dorm this time" she murmured.
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