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Samus time, anytime. icequeen_aran November 1 2011, 03:49:40 UTC
Dances, dresses, and social celebrations were never Samus' forte, chaparone or otherwise. Her more-than-extended stay here at the Academy had exposed to her plenty of these in varying degrees, but she had to admit this was the first full-costume gathering she had ever been to. Identity concealment could be very useful for a busy bounty hunter. Disguises could be a convenient tool... or an utter nightmare to combat.

This was just for... fun.

Fun. Not much fun she was having trying to keep an eye out for suspicious activity and guess who was who from under the metal rim of her mask. It obscured the top half of her face and came to a point over her nose not unlike a bird's beak. Near her temples it formed a feathered crest above her ears, resembling wings. The white and gold gown that clung fairly tightly to her body was similarly adorned with wing-like protrusions on her shoulders and down her backside, while forearm cuffs and knee-high heels (finally, a little bit of height) complimented her naturally fit physique. The busty blonde ( ... )

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all the time pedaltothemetal November 1 2011, 04:25:20 UTC
NOT TALL ENOUGH, SAMUS.

Gosh, who was this mysterious masked gentleman? The one whose height and swagger and shit-eating grin was not familiar at all, nope. This mysterious masked gentleman was casually perusing the party, casually eating adorable little finger foodstuffs while looking incredibly dashing and masked and mysterious, all at the same time.

It was quite a feat.

When mysterious masked gentleman seemed satisfied with the quality of said adorable little finger foodstuffs, he focused his attention on the equally mysterious grumpy Valkrie lady who was pouting and sulking and generally avoiding the party.

HE WALKED OVER TO HER.

HE PROPPED HIS ELBOW ATOP HER HEAD.

A GLORIOUS VALKYRIE ARMREST.

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icequeen_aran November 1 2011, 04:54:55 UTC
Valkyries did not appreciate being used as armrests, especially not this one. Out of everyone in the crowd, this was one mysterious masked gentleman she'd recognize anywhere; if not by his saunter, if not by his distinctive smell, if not by his baritone voice, if not by his shit-eating grin that favored finger foods, then by his bold and comfortable approach to her.

As such, he did not immediately receive a punch to the gut or a slap from her hand. The weight of his arm caused one side of her head feathers to go off-kilter.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He did however, receive a stern and displeased pouty frown. CEASE AND DESIST YOUR ARMRESTING, MASKED GENTLEMAN.

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pedaltothemetal November 2 2011, 04:29:12 UTC
Yeah, Falcon was really not very mysterious at all. It was probably the lack of inside voice that gave him away. Along with practically everything else.

He was completely unfazed by the stern and displeased pouty frown and continued munching away on an adorable tiny finger sandwich.

"Enjoying the party."

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icequeen_aran November 2 2011, 05:46:35 UTC
"You're enjoying it over my head." If that wasn't a warning, then her snatching what little was left of his sandwich snack out of his hands and shoving it in her mouth should have been.

"Crumbs aren't part of my costume." She remarked through a mouth-full.

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pedaltothemetal November 5 2011, 04:21:50 UTC
"They are now." This tiny adorable sandwich was delicious, okay.

Falcon was not terribly amused by having his tiny adorable sandwich stolen from him. "If you wanted one, I could have brought you some."

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icequeen_aran November 5 2011, 06:35:46 UTC
"You know I don't usually like the school's food."

Said as she was obviously enjoying what she had just put in her mouth.

"...What was that?"

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pedaltothemetal November 7 2011, 04:10:10 UTC
"And yet here you are, stealing it from me. And eating it."

The hypocrisy was astounding.

"What was what?"

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icequeen_aran November 8 2011, 04:51:03 UTC
"The thing I just ate."

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pedaltothemetal November 9 2011, 02:48:08 UTC
"A sandwich. You put it in your mouth without knowing what it was...?"

Samus, what's wrong with you. This was how people got turned into Pokemon, Samus.

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icequeen_aran November 9 2011, 03:13:37 UTC
Not typical of her, no.

"You put it in your mouth first; technically you taste-tested it already." Then again, if she could successfully get under Falcon's skin, some risks were worth taking.

"I know it's a sandwich, what kind?"

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pedaltothemetal November 12 2011, 22:13:09 UTC
This was a weird conversation, Falcon decided. The sheer lack of logic in her question prompted him to withhold the true nature of the sandwich until she stopped being completely ridiculous.

"You're being completely ridiculous," he scoffed, leaning back against the wall. "You just ate it, don't ask me what kind of sandwich it is."

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icequeen_aran November 13 2011, 04:17:39 UTC
"This conversation is ridiculous." She quipped, dryly. It was a sandwich of unidentifiable flavor to her and it seemed it would remain as such if Falcon's stubborn tenacity had anything to do with it.

The Mystery Sandwich of the Halloween Masquerade. Another tactic would be employed if he refused to budge or even give a hint.

"I'll just go help myself to another one." Falcon's shoulder was met with a cold bump as she made her way past him and towards the snack table.

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Re: Samus time, anytime. overtimemode November 1 2011, 22:49:59 UTC
"ALRIGHT A VALKYR BATTLE MAIDEN" AND THEN SHOCKY WAS KICKED THE FUCK OUT OF THE GAME

Guess who's taking pictures without permission. THIS GUY.

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This is how Samus responds to everyone, apparently. icequeen_aran November 2 2011, 02:17:57 UTC
BANNED FOREVER

THIS GUY was taking pictures, and Samus was certain she had more than her desired share of paparazzi to deal with when she was a part of the Federation... and shortly thereafter leaving... aaaand long after that.

Need it not be said that Samus did not particularly enjoy posing for photos without permission or premeditation... posterity's sake or not. The... what was he even wearing...? yellow robot faced man was met with a grunt and a quickly outstretched hand to clasp over the camera lens. He had probably gotten away with a handful of pictures of the mysterious Valkyrie before she realized what was happening.

"What do you think you're doing?"

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overtimemode November 2 2011, 03:42:23 UTC
OH GOD SHE WAS TOUCHING HIS CAMERA. He pulled it away and examined his baby's lens to make sure it wasn't dirty. "Hey, watch it! This is expensive. And the Headmasters wanted me to take yearbook photos for tonight, thank you very much."

Ohhh no fingerprints. Fingerprints on the viewfinder. What a monster. Hush now, camera, it's going to be okay.

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