It Just Doesn't Feel Like A Night Out [.xv.] [Locked to Ophelia and Lightning]

[drink2thememory]

Thirst had not had any leads on her predicament in a while, but this was largely due to her avoiding the Nexus and its damnable anti-violence field. So as she was growing increasingly wont to do, she was now roaming the streets of the city. Fortunately, as it always was for these expeditions, it was late at night and very few people were around.

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[islandsplash]

Ophelia was looking through some shop windows at the various displays, outfits, and getting gift ideas. She figured she could call a cab or something in a bit to get back to the manor. Oh wait. Then again; maybe she could call Lightning? She grinned a bit at the idea. Oh Lightning, I forgot my purse and I don't have any money on me. Can you come get me? Of course that would be a lie, but he didn't have to know that. She couldn't understand why she felt so.. well, a bit different. But Ophelia wasn't going to complain

[drink2thememory]

Of course, why would she turn around? She didn't even know anyone was there. Until it was too late for her to avoid it, at least. At first she'd written it off as a stray gust of wind when she'd heard the ice spike rushing through the air. But as the pain registered in her leg and her knee buckled, she realized that hey, maybe -- just maybe -- she was under attack.

Her hand almost immediately went for her waist, before her eyes widened in realization that, in her anger towards Changeling, she had decided to forego the knife that he had provided for her and she had not yet gotten one of her own. Terrific. She was left to her strength, speed, reflexes, and hair.

Of course, she didn't see herself at a disadvantage. Even while she was reduced to pivoting around on her knee to see her assailant.

...Oh. Well.

"You cheeky bitch."

[islandsplash]

Direct hit. And Ophelia had noticed that she didn't have a knife. That didn't mean she couldn't still have one.. well.. somewhere. That was a crazy outfit after all.

Ophelia clearly wasn't feeling normal, because she approached Thirst, not nearly as terrified as she had been before. There was still some fear, of course, but mostly there was a sense of satisfaction, seeing Thirst hurt. Something she had never felt before, she felt.. she felt good for hurting her. It was as if her conscience and morals were completely stripped, and she didn't even notice.

"I really don't think you have much room to talk," was her only reply. Remembering the Tai Chi exercises with Silvermane, Ophelia swung her arm back slowly, and swept it forward, more spikes of ice aiming in Thirst's direction.

[drink2thememory]

"Your boyfriend isn't around to protect you, girl," Thirst hissed, not looking at Ophelia while she wrenched the ice spike from her leg. And with that spike finally out, she could finally look up.

Well, that was a predicament. But in the interest of buying a little more time for her leg to heal, she chucked the spike back at Ophelia, then leapt up from her kneel with intent to bridge the gap between them.

Of course, the number of confounding factors -- her awkward starting position, her mild surprise at the impending attack, her still-not-healed knee -- led to her jump being significantly shortened in both length and height. Long story short, she wound up kissing concrete. Whether or not she'd avoided the ice, she couldn't tell. With her eyes getting intimate with the sidewalk and all.