Veronika Sable-Preston (
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What was I thinking? [Felicity]
After returning from the solo mission that had gone upside down thanks to HYDRA, Nika had gone to a medical professional to check how bad her wounds were stitched. She had all the confidence in Felicity while in the plane, but she wanted a professional opinion about possible scarring. She was sure some of the amazed invectives while examining her wounds would be useful later.
Since then she had kept herself busy until the day rolled around for getting coffee with Felicity. The Symkarian wasn't sure how this would go or if she should be even doing it. She could almost hear her mother's lecture moving along to the cadence of the elder Sable's pacing. Nika was sure there was no one else on the planet as good at frustrating her mother like herself.
Opting not to go to coffee in a tactical corset, Nika rummaged through her closet to find something suitable. It took the third outfit choice for her to realize she was distracted. She tried to focus on one color with some accents. And no animal prints. Why did she have tiger-striped pants?
She smoothed down her tight pencil skirt outside of the coffee shop. Then she adjusted her fitted jacket. It was possibly a tad too dressy for a casual coffee... date, but it made Nika feel better. Particularly as the jacket was tailored to hide the weapons she had hidden about her torso. She took a breath and pushed the door open.
Since then she had kept herself busy until the day rolled around for getting coffee with Felicity. The Symkarian wasn't sure how this would go or if she should be even doing it. She could almost hear her mother's lecture moving along to the cadence of the elder Sable's pacing. Nika was sure there was no one else on the planet as good at frustrating her mother like herself.
Opting not to go to coffee in a tactical corset, Nika rummaged through her closet to find something suitable. It took the third outfit choice for her to realize she was distracted. She tried to focus on one color with some accents. And no animal prints. Why did she have tiger-striped pants?
She smoothed down her tight pencil skirt outside of the coffee shop. Then she adjusted her fitted jacket. It was possibly a tad too dressy for a casual coffee... date, but it made Nika feel better. Particularly as the jacket was tailored to hide the weapons she had hidden about her torso. She took a breath and pushed the door open.
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She popped the last of her first cookie into her mouth. Felicity had been right. These were very tasty.
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And then, bored by the direction the conversation was taking, she flipped the tray of coffee onto the two women and produced two very, very sharp knives from underneath her sleeves.
"Do. Not. Move," she said darkly. "Or do. It'll be easier for me to collect your blood that way."
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"Your mistake." She kicked the table at the woman as she moved to get some distance to get one of the non-guns she had hidden on her body out from under her jacket.
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She flicked her wrist, unfurling the bracelets she wore on one of her arms into a thin, cable-like whip.
"Meow," she muttered lashing out with the whip.
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"Hrrrk!" she growled underneath her breath and threw one of the knives at Nika. She wanted the Sable-child first. She'd be more of a challenge, anyway.
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The Symkarian tried to smack the bladed weapon away but not into people. Nika was best with a pistol in her hand, but she'd at least had enough hand-to-hand training to make Mother happy with her ability to fight.
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Clearly, she was really living up to the tiger-patterned leggings she was wearing that day. She ripped off her barista apron and yanked two small guns out of her belt. Her father had always said that it was better to stab the prey than shoot it - it left fewer distinguishing marks that way - but Ana didn't care. She needed blood.
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She turned heel and ran. Mostly to get out of the coffee shop since her pursuer was intent on her. She chucked her baton toward the loony's face when she got by the door.
It would give her a few precious seconds to get out the door. Nika ripped open her jacket and grabbed at whatever weapon came to hand.
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She'd want that for later.
Then she moved to give chase to the psycho barista...only to be stopped by two very undead tigers that were growling at her, all zombie-like.
Gah!
"Uh. Good kitties?"
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"Gun! Get down!" She body checked a woman into the interior of a cab and ran off. She finally came up with one of her weapons. Small, compact, and not a lot of rounds.
She may regret this but... she fired a round into the air. That should get people to scatter.
Then she ran serpentine toward a corner. If she could get around it, she could have a few more seconds to come back around at her attacker.
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And they were getting in Ana's way.
She growled and let another shot loose in the air. So that people would scatter away from her.
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She couldn't go too far. She wasn't sure where Felicity was in all this mess. So, back toward the coffee shop at some point.
The Symkarian adjusted her grip on her small pistol. She went back around the corner to face her pursuer. Except she was crouched low to the ground.
She didn't care if anyone could see up her skirt as she did it. She cared more about having her center of mass low enough to not get shot and to have a chance of blowing this wacko's knees away.
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Ana, on the other hand, was vicious, but not stupid. She wasn't just going to round a corner. She was already scaling the building that the Symkarian was crouching behind. She'd take her from the top.
Just how she liked them.
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"Well, shit." Her eyes scanned the street. Not on the street. No shots fired from behind cars. People scattering away.
The woman wasn't in front. She hadn't passed the corner. Hoping this was not a subterranean woman, Nika pushed from a crouch to a sprint. She ran back the way she came. She tried to keep store front awnings above as momentary cover.
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She grimaced. Next time she had a date? She was bringing all of her Black Cat gear.
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She did, of course, see Nika's retreating figure.
Okay, fine. She wanted to run? She could run. But she wouldn't run far.
Ana aimed straight for Nika and fired.
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The bullet slammed into her back with a metallic ptang!
It caught her in midstride and sent Nika tumbling to the ground.
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Sirens blared in the background as Felicity whirled around. A yell escaped her lips as Nika went down...and Ana approached.
Infuriated, and ignoring the tigers, Felicity charged straight for Ana Kravinoff.
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She struck out this time at Felicity.
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She rolled onto her back and aimed her gun at the approaching woman. Her hand was shaky, but she squeezed the trigger.
She just hoped the bullet hit the hunting weirdo and not some innocent bystander.
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Another poison-tipped knife went whizzing towards Nika.
Only to be whipped out of the way by Felicity, who went after Ana with a stiff uppercut. Ana brought a heavily gauntleted hand up and blocked the attack, smacking an open palm into Felicity's face.
Having distracted the Black Cat, she went after Nika once more.
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The Symkarian was not going to take it lying on the pavement.
While Felicity bought her a few precious seconds, Nika scrambled to her feet. She tossed the empty small gun aside and reached inside of her jacket to grab another weapon. Her hand came out with a silken scarf with weighted ends.
She hoped her improvisational weapons classes were going to come in handy. She grabbed one end and started twirling the other.
"Touch my date again, you're going to be eating your hand."
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"You don't understand the danger of soft, and you likely have a bounty on your head. That massive ego has to know, how much is the price for your capture?"
Nika was so not into blood play at all, and definitely not with a belligerent stranger.
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