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twilightzonemod in twilightzonerpg

And the makings of a good plan.

Jan 28, 2011 21:54

Who: Miss Devlin and the people in the cornfield.
What: Deal making.
When: After the Christmas party.
Where: Cornfield.
Notes: Different threads for different people for making a deal. If you need to make a deal and we haven't already talked about it, drop me an IM at Hand in a Flame or a pm and let's do that ( Read more... )

ziva david, miss devlin, greg house

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house_onthehill January 29 2011, 03:46:24 UTC

House was busy toying with the corn to actually give a shit but when he did hear her, he was understandably cautious. "And your point is?"

twilightzonemod January 29 2011, 04:44:07 UTC

When he spoke in response to her, Miss Devlin was suddenly there in front of him. The minion was dressed in the most current 1950ss fashion, and a brilliant smile. The cornstalks meant away from her as she watched him for a moment. "Doctor House," she began, her voice filled with an amused lilt. "Are you going to try and hit me too?"

house_onthehill January 29 2011, 05:33:22 UTC

"Give me a good reason not to," he growled not giving a crap that it was a woman in front of him.

twilightzonemod January 29 2011, 16:34:47 UTC

"Because if you do it, I'll leave you here forever and you'll never see poor, lonely Doctor Wilson again." Devlin had no fear at all in her face, and she wasn't frightened by the growl of the man who was in front of her. House was less than insect to her, and it showed in her tone and expression.

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ifthegluesticks January 29 2011, 14:33:58 UTC

Ziva had spent the first several moments stalking the cornfields in search of a way out. She knew it was most likely an exercise in futility, but it was better than doing nothing or counting cornstalks, trying to block out the voices. Voices that sounded very near though she had not yet seen a single other person.

And even more, she needed to do something to burn of this adrenaline. Her entire body was tense with barely controlled rage.

She heard the voice of the woman above all the others, and paused, looking over her shoulder in the direction from where it had seemed to have come.

"Who is there?" she called in response.

twilightzonemod January 29 2011, 16:54:45 UTC

"I am of course. Were you expecting someone else?" Miss Devlin appeared in front of the woman when she returned her expression to the front. The minion was close enough to touch, dressed in the highest modern bit of 1950s fashion. Her eyes sparkled a bit when she watched the woman and she could feel the rage that was still working through her veins.

Miss Devlin adore rage; she adored the fire that it gave the mortals, the indignation that it fueled. Seeing the coiled movements of Ziva's muscles, she had a bit of an idea. The two Misters in her life had told her that she had full discretion with the making of these deals, and because of that, she felt decidedly bold. After all, today the only way out of the cornfield was through her.

"Are you planning on hitting me, Miss David?" Her tone was amused, but polite, and there was a pleasant smile on her lips.

ifthegluesticks January 29 2011, 22:09:54 UTC

Ziva had seen the woman only once before, the day after she had arrived, and she eyed her now with caution, not bothering to answer her initial question. But she smiled at the second, a chilly little curve to her lips. She gave Devlin another once over, her gaze speculative and measuring.

"That depends. Are you as cowardly as your Mr. West?"

twilightzonemod January 30 2011, 04:25:17 UTC

"I wouldn't count him as being cowardly, but Mr. West is definitely a lover and not a fighter. Not like you, Miss David. No, none of that spark or skill." She watched the woman and then there was an amused smile at the corner of her lips.

"Now, the question then becomes: does that make you more or less inclined to hit me?"

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