Description: Vice has had her eye on Raoghnailt for some time. The celtic experiment has popped up in the unlikeliest places, and seems... ill guarded. After disposing of the handlers of this wayward project, Vice introduces her to the power of Orochi. Stranger still, an unlikely friendship begins to bloom between the woman who terrifies everyone she meets... and someone too cheerful to stay terrified for more than a few seconds at a time. Watch out, Billy Kane!
What a wonderful day.
Dressed in beige sweatpants and a green capri top, Raoghnailt clutches one fistful of shopping bags. Her blindfold is replaced with tasteless, wrap-around pink-framed sunglasses. Loaded to the brim with clothing and shoes, the bags are the spoils of her shopping trip. Walking forward, she sweeps her cane delicately. She was getting better with moving around. She might be able to move out of the cane soon. And then she could have TWO fistfuls of shopping bags.
At that thought, she grins merrily.
She was having a great day. After her rounds of competitive fights, she had tricked her caretakers again. The rainbow family were, after all, her team of caretakers from G-Project. And being a genetic experiment, Raoghnailt had needs. And after negotiating with her caretaker, the grim Mr. Green, she explained one of those needs were shopping! The grim Scandi had dropped off Raoghnailt for her enjoyment. And now that Raoghnailt was done shopping, she would simply call him again.
And then she could show off her clothing at the clubs!
A pink cellphone clutched in her hand, the G-Project darling had dialed in the number, feeling for the braille. Waiting for Mr. Green to return, the celtic mystic stands tall, ear to her phone. Ring ring. Ring ring. Voice mail. Raoghnailt doesn't leave a message. She was MUCH too busy for that. Ending the call, she dials the numbers again. Bringing it up to her ear, she waits. To voice mail again. Raoghnailt scowled at her phone.
Why wasn't Mr. Green answering her calls?"
Alas, Mr. Green, we hardly knew ye.
There are many people who think Vice is merely a mindless animal. It is an accusation that she finds particularly angering. Whilst it is true that she is less controlled than her partner, and certainly less manipulative, she is not *mindless* by any stretch of the imagination. She is capable of quite vindictive plans at times. She's not stupid, she just prefers direct, blunt approaches. So whilst Mature or Rugal, if they had desired the use of Raoghnailt for something, might have tried to negotiate - with Urien, with the Rainbow family - Vice had done no such thing.
The phone rings, but it is drowned out by the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of something blunt hitting something meaty.
And at last, Vice descends the stairs of the safehouse. The caretakers safely stuffed in a closet upstairs, now she just has to wash the blood from her hands. The kitchen tap is turned on, and she starts to do that. Not really doing a very thorough job, she's more interested in eyeing the place for alcohol. Something to drink after the slaughter.
Ugh, why did Mr. Green have to be a jerk like this.
Raoghailt taps her foot impatiently. She KNEW that the caretakers were flustered with her needy nature. Trying to call again, she just keeps avoiding to put to voice mail. She was going to yell at Mr. Green. Her legs were really starting to hurt, standing here. As she attempts to call again, she begins to wiggle her hips slowly, dancing in place. And finally, in her light scottish brogue, she begins to sing an old song of her country.
"... ./` I fly like paper, get high like planes, If you catch me at the border, I got visas in my name ./`"
Meanwhile, the remains of the kitchen is well stocked for at least seven people. Oddly enough, one more than the six people stuffed and stacked in the closet. the pantry, sadly, is prepared with expensive organic foods, balanced with normal stocks. Should Vice like her liquor, however, the fridge may bear fruit. Above the fridge, however, seems to be the stocks. But strange, aliens stocks they were. Fruit-flavored vodka? Pre-mixed Long Island Iced tea? And what the hell was Hypnotiq.
But then, the phone just keeps ringing.
Vice is irritated by the lack of any /drinkable/ alcohol. She makes do with the fruit-flavored vodka, biting the top of the glass bottle off, and guzzling down a good quarter of it before she decides that, no, not only is this as tasteful as a teddy bear in sunglasses, but she isn't even going to be able to get drunk off it. A flare of anger, and the blood washing down the drain is joined by shattered glass and the rich scent of strawberry alcohol.
And that damn phone.
Fine, she's going to have to take matters into her own hands.
The phone is checked, and obviously there's no name. G-project goons aren't silly enough for that. But who else could it really be? Well, it could be Urien, which would be, amusing. So either it is her target, or someone she could mock. She smiles.
The phone is answered, and for a moment there is nothing. Then, a woman's voice. Dark, surprisingly deep for a woman, and very powerful. It is as though a wolf has learned to talk, though Vice would not appreciate the comparison.
"Who is this?"
It wasn't Mr. Green.
There is a lot of signs of a breach. Calling a secure line, and discovering that the wrong person on the other end of it? That might be signs of a breach. Likewise, a strange voice at the end of it? Another warning sign. Raoghnailt would have to approach this carefully. Cautiously. She had to get the information she needed... without endangering herself, her mission, and the entire organization.
"Oh, hi! This is Raoghanilt! Is this Mr. Green? I still need to be picked up! I'm all alone here, and it is boring!"
Handled flawlessly, Raoghnailt.
Vice had considered this! She doesn't know too much about Raoghanilt, other than that she is blind, and has some amazing capacity with chi. This is really all she needs to know that she is perfect for what she has in mind, and that she is worth bringing over to 'R'. Brainwashing is a tried and true method, but frankly, it seems doubtful that it will be *necessary* in this case. Instead, she goes for lying.
"Do I sound like Mr. Green?" She snarls, all friendly warmth and... menace. "No. Mr. Green has been, reassigned. And he left his phone behind, because he is an idiot. He didn't even tell me where you are."
"He was in a hurry."
Vice lets that sink in for a moment before she continues. "I am Ms. Vice. Just Vice. Tell me where you are, and I'll come get you. We've got orders from the boss."
And from over Raoghnailt's line, a giggle is Vice's response.
"Wow! I like your voice! Welcome to the Rainbow Family Miss Vice! I am so happy that I have another caretaker! I am sad that I didn't say goodbye to Mr. Green. It must have been pretty bad if he left quickly!" Suddenly, a burst of concern comes over Raoghnailt.
Was this because he let her go shopping?
Worried that she might be in trouble, Raoghnailt whimpers. "Oh, dear. Oh well! I am over by the Dogenzaka street, Downtown! I am in front of Molcos! Wow! I am so excited! Can we go out to dinner so I can get to know you better?"
"This day is turning out better and better!"
Well, that was easy.
"Dinner, huh?"
Vice turns the idea over in her head. She supposes that the girl will need to eat, and it will provide somewhere for her to have a chat and talk about what it is she wants her to do. Food is a thing.
"Sure. I'll be right over. Don't you go anywhere." And she hangs up.
Outside, she steps into the usual black limosine, "Molcos in Downtown." She says, "And make it snappy." For once, her plans actually seem to be coming together. That puts her in as close to a good mood as she ever gets!
"Thank you so much, Miss Vice!"
What a nice lady, Raoghnailt thinks to herself as she closes the phone. "Eeeeee! I wonder what's she's like?" The mystic titters to herself. She sounds so strong, so DOMINANT. She hoped she wasn't like Miss Black though. She was a total prude. Maybe Miss Vice wouldn't be a prude. The mystic was fantasizing this woman. What would her face feel like.
And what kind of aura would she have.
The giggling stops, suddenly. Raoghnailt focuses. Something was coming. She could feel it. Sense it. A beacon of such powerful chi. It was tearing through the haze around her, the haze of energy. It was ungodly powerful, rivaling the likes of Urien. Such power. Total power. But it wasn't the power that truly surprised her. Powerful people always stood out to Raoghnailt, she could sense them moving through the city sometimes. No, that was the surprise. What was startling her was the fact there was a clear creature in the chi, an shape and being that she could recognize intuitively.
A serpent.
When the limosine pulls up in front of Raoghnailt, the door opens, and the serpent slides out from within. Vice really does burn with the power of Orochi. Never completely able to push down her urges, it is unlikely that there are many people on the planet who are less prudish than her... it just so happens that her vice of choice isn't sex or drugs or rock and roll... it is violence. That power is something that she keeps as bottled up as she can. The urge to kill. It may never be sated, but for the moment at least, it has been ... satisfied.
When she does let it out, even people with no sense for chi at all can feel that killing intent. The demon that she is underneath the human guise. When she sees the target, even if her outfit is truly ridiculous, she can just... accept that. The journey hadn't been long, but now she wants to eat.
So when she speaks, she sounds *hungry*.
"Get in the car."
The serpent was coming.
Raoghnailt's face goes flush as the power slithers before her, coming to a halt. It was everywhere. Blinding her. For Raoghnailt, she could sense the auras, the chi of the environment. The lifeblood of the planet. But this was a serpent. This was some kind of divine snake, a creature within the lifeblood. Was it poison? Was it evil? What was it?
And it draws Raoghnailt in.
Raoghnailt moves the bags within the Limo, her expression numb. Feeling around for a seat, she visibly avoids touching, or moving anything near Vice. Something was straining her, distracting her. Sitting down, she seems... troubled. Normally, riding in a limo was a fun experience. But everything was wrong. It wasn't even the voice that bothered her. And almost automatically, she speaks.
"Are you like me, Miss Vice?"
Vice reaches across, after the girl has gotten into the car, and the door is slammed shut. The lock clicks down, and Raoghnailt is in close proximity. Nowhere to run as the car rumbles into life. Vice makes sure she doesn't touch the blind girl, too, but for markedly different reasons. She doesn't always know her own strength.
The question draws a short bark of laughter from the woman, who throws herself back in her seat, not bothering to do up her seatbelt at all, and just, looks at the girl for a moment.
"I'm a predator." She says, at last. "Are you a predator, little girl?" She has to grit her teeth. No. This is stupid; she should be trying to woo the girl, not frighten her.
"Tch. What a stupid question. Of course we're alike. You and me. I'd have thought you could, see that."
Raoghnailt tries to make herself smaller. The serpent kept sinking in and out of her mind. The presence was enveloping. The mystic holds herself, trembling. She was growing consumed, blinded by the power. "A predator?" She asks.
And she begins to babble.
"I feel it. You have something in you. The serpent. It's not a normal aura. Something put it in you." The was rambling, terror seizing her. "I'm not a predator. I don't think I am a predator. I just...." Rao pauses, turning towards Vice.
"... I want to tap into it, Miss Vice."
Vice raises an eyebrow at the declaration. Most people want to run screaming. There aren't many who can look the taint of Orochi in the eye, let alone sense it in all its glory, and still want to fight it. There are even less who would want to touch it. But if that is what Raoghnailt wants, then ... well, this can only *help* her cause.
Vice raises her palm to her mouth, and bites down hard. Blood wells up, thick and cloying. "Well, if you want it..."
Raoghnailt may be used to touching people's faces, but rather less used to being touched herself. Deftly, the non-bloodied hand plucks the sunglasses from the girl's face, and the one coated in her heritage is brought around to replace it. The orochi-tainted blood is thicker with her chi, the presence of the demon has always been strong in Vice, her lifeblood suffused with the power of the fearsome demon.
"Take all you want."
Temptation.
Raoghnailt was too much in a daze to stop her glasses from being taken. Without the shades, for a brief moment, Vice can see the scarred over eyes of the mystic. The mystic puts her hands forward, to touch Vice. But Vice touches her, the bloody hand smearing on her face. Terror ran through her heart. But Raoghnailt was too curious. Running her hand up Vice's arm, she finally reaches the woman's hand. Taking a deep breath, she begins to reach into the alien aura, reaching for the serpent.
And she channels the taint of Orochi.
Everything around Raoghnailt was a blur. Her senses were surged to the extremes. Her mind was racing, berserk. The violence. The hate. It was too much for her body to handle, to control. Frothing at the mouth, she screams, blood smeared on her face. Collapsing to the ground, she flails, the roiling energy boiling out, lashing out harmlessly. "NOOOO! NOOOOO!" Was the howling. The madness.
The power.
Soon, whether through exhaustion of the spirit or the body, the screaming subsides, replaced with sobbing, whimpering on the floor of the limo. Raoghnailt curls up in a ball. Eyes blankly staring, tears streaming. She finally moans. "-Wh-whw-whw...." Was the burbling. Her mind wasn't together yet. She was Trembling. Traumatized.
But still feeling his presence.
Orochi is power, dominance, hatred, death. Orochi wants nothing more than the absolute destruction of mankind, to scour the world clean of these unworthy forms of life. It is madness to embrace Orochi, it is terror and pain. But it is seductive, too. Raw, animal violence. Brutal and honest about what it is, and completely and totally inescapable.
For once, Vice actually finds herself being the calm one. She's not a comforting presence, exactly. She doesn't whisper soothing nothings, nor does she stroke the girl's hair. What she does do, is watch, and sneer. The wound on her palm closes, and she flexes her fingers slowly.
"That is what I am." She says, and her words cut through the fog like a knife, demanding attention, forcing Raoghnailt back into reality. She is not drowning, though it may have felt like it. She is not dying, either. She is in the back of a car, with Vice.
"There's only two sorts of people in this world. Predators and prey." She smiles, leaning back in the car. "Now pull yourself together."
Power. Dominance. Hatred. Death. She looked into the eyes of a god, and saw it all. She did feel like she was dying. She did feel like she was drowning. It was so alien, so wild. But so real, so natural. This wasn't a force against the planet. This was the life-blood of the planet, a natural force of power. It was delicious, dangerous power.
And she wanted more.
Reality shakes her back in. The presence was still around. But it wasn't PART of her. Lurching up, she faces away from Vice with those scarred eyes. Ears focused on her. "... Wow~" She finally exclaims, gasping. "That was... amazing. How do you control it? How did you receive? I want... I want more~" She exclaims, lunging for Vice. Reaching for her.
Trying for another taste of it.
Vice's anger is, quickly roused. Raoghnailt lunges for her, and the woman grasps her tightly. She doesn't really mean to grab the girl with as much strength as she does, but when she pushes her back down into seat, the vehicle lurches to the side. It is the comment on control which, got to her. Control?! WHAT control?!
There's a low growl in the back of Vice's throat, and she almost, almost attacks the girl. Instead, her nails tear into the seat next to her, ripping apart expensive, toughened leather and helping to calm her down somewhat. The driver knows better than to complain.
"I, DON'T, control it. It is me. Mine. In the blood." She finishes, at last. "And if you want more." She's starting to calm down again. This is good. Mature would call it leverage. Leverage is good. "Then you'll have to do what I tell you."
Denied.
The taller woman squeaks disappointedly as she is grabbed. The hands are powerful, much too powerful, and the squeaks turn to pain. But the mystic feels her power flare. The anger. She could feel the snake run through her. The madness. Raoghnailt lowers her head, submitting to the more powerful woman. Softly she responds.
"I'm sorry. I did not understand."
"You are different from the others. But I like you Miss Vice." She begins, her tone still vapid. She was a predator. She was content with plucking people up, and siphoning away their energy. But she wanted more of this serpent. She craved it. "I will obey you. I can tell you will have me do things. Where... where are we going, Miss Vice?"
"And what do you want me to do?"
The vehicle comes to a screaming halt outside a restaurant - Seiyuzan. Famous for a variety of things... but mostly its selection of high quality raw meals. Gyusashi and gysushi, some of Vice's favorites. In her anger, the orochi-blooded woman simply kicks the door of the vehicle, which swings open. That, also helps to calm her down. Raoghnailt... likes her? Vice thinks that may just be a first. With the exception of Mature, nobody LIKES her.
She slides out of the vehicle before she answers, not wanting to be in the confined space any more. "We're going to eat." She says, tugging Raoghnailt out with her if she has to. "Then we're going to drink, a lot. And when we're done, you are going to come with me to Britain."
A slow smile spreads across her lips. Oh yes, there shall be Revenge this week. Not just on Ken Masters, but on another man who had humiliated her.
"And you are going to be Billy Kane's driver to Land's End. It'll be fun!"
Like, or perhaps even love.
Raoghnailt was filled with love. That was one of her traits that drew her into the organization of G-Project. Raoghnailt would never willingly and knowingly betray Urien, or G-Project. Her love, her loyality to the vision of G-Project was unwavering. To make a brave new world, to bring about a master race of humans. Hearing the door to the limo kicked out, Raoghnailt tilts her head. Patting her hands around, she finally finds her sunglasses. Putting them back on, she pipes up, palming around to get a feel, a sense of her bearings. "I like eating!" And once Vice a says the second bit?
"I like drinking too!"
She REALLY liked Vice now. Exiting the car after her, she continues to chirp. "And back to England? To Land's End? Why, how simply marvelous! That is very far away though!" She just giggles. "Land's End to John o' Groats. What fun! Is Billy a friend of yours? Is he a boy?" She seems to be flighty. Though she keeps very close to Vice, before asking, feigning innocence. "I am having trouble keeping up, and I don't have my cane, Miss Vice."
"Could you escort me in?"
Vice takes the blind girl's hand, and pauses for a moment. Remembering, she also picks up the glasses, and puts them back on. They might be hideous, but if the girl isn't comfortable showing her scars in public, Vice isn't going to force the issue. It isn't like these things are really important to her, after all. The door is slammed back shut, and she leans in to the driver's window. "Now beat it."
Which, gratefully, he does. "Yeah, Billy is a ... friend." Vice lies, taking a firmer grip on Raoghnailt's hand, and leading her into the restaurant. "I'm playing a practical joke. He thinks he's going to a fight at Stonehenge, but you're going to take him all the way down to Land's End instead. Then /I/ go to Stonehenge, and... well, that's for me to know."
Sending a blind girl to be a driver may not be Vice's smartest move. But then again, it is bound to cause more than enough chaos to keep Billy occupied!
Raoghnailt clutches Vice's hand, the tingle running up her spine. She was close to the serpent now. Taking tastes of the powers. Little sips.
And she laughs.
"You are so funny Miss Vice! This will be lots of fun! I have not driven in a long time. Could I have a big pink convertible? I want to feel the wind in my face!" Oblivious of her lack of driving ability? Or perhaps she was so confident, so assured... that despite her blindness, she was going to drive Billy to Lands End. She titters again, taking in the rich aromas of the restaurant. "Can I do whatever I like with him at Land's End?" She asks, well and innocent. Vice may have a different idea than what Raoghnailt had.
And lo, the mystic had such ideas.
This is certainly new. Raoghnailt is the first underling Vice has had, who hasn't shown either obvious contempt for her (and usually been thrashed unconscious moments later), or abject fear of her. Whether Raoghnailt is too brainless, or too enthusiastic, to see the danger that she is in... it doesn't matter to Vice. It is a good thing, isn't it?
Well, kind of.
"You can have whatever you like." Vice says, and pulls a black credit card from her pocket. "Expense account." She says, pressing it into Raoghnailt's hand. "Drink. Buy cars. Go nuts. We don't believe in living like hermits." Which is definitely true. 'R' is swimming in money right now, and 'R' has always indulged the whims of its upper echelons. Anything they want, they get.
"And do whatever you want with Billy, too."
A credit card?
She REALLY liked Vice now. In fact. Vice was the best boss in the world right now. Vice can hear the squeal of total joy from the young lady. "A full expense account? Wow! I hope all the other Rainbow Family members dies in a fire! This is the best thing in the world!" Raoghnailt was hopelessly naive, but she did see that Miss Vice was dangerous. But she was her caretaker with G-Project. So that meant that no matter how dangerous she was, she was Raoghnailt's ally!
And right now, she was her FAVORITE friend!
"Oh thank you thank you!" She continues. She does NOT hug Vice, because she felt that Vice didn't like touching. "I can't wait to start! Oh boy! And Billy... eheeheee." She giggles, absolutely overwhelmed by everything wonderful that had happened today. "Do they have Sushi? And what do you drink! I want to explore everything!" Babbling on, Vice might be annoyed making her happy. But Raoghnailt's real thoughts were what she would do, once she has Billy alone....
She hoped there was going to be fun pubs in Land's End!
Log created on 17:29:02 05/25/2012 by Vice, and last modified on 09:10:31 05/26/2012.