"The Phyrexian Invaders thought they won. Until the spark awakened."
Aria De LaChroma, Planeswalker of Theros.
An OC brought forth from the mind of a #Caulrophile .
"Ah oui. Zhe Beast must drink to escape zhe cold 'arsh reality zhat she valks. 'Ow cute."
The gentle clack of the cane, the soft crunch of the ground beneath her boots, both are only masked by her extremely loud privilege.
Her tail did one single, uncontrollable wag as she was pet. Just something instinctual.
"Rival. . .tch, cute.
Like hell. I'm comin' with. You're not goin' anywhere outta my damn sight. Besides, I'm more sober than I wanna be already."
"Vhat kind of super villain vould I be if I let my rival fall to the cosmic laws of misfortune mm?"
The cane adjusts, pats Roxy on the head, and then flicks up, reversing the construction beam back to where it came from.
"Now zhen. If you are too busy yapping zhen I will go β
"Nnnghβ!"
An annoyed grunt as she felt the cane prod against her chest, though it faded as she saw that it was to. . .protect her?
". . .This is to keep you outta trouble, firstly. And secondly, you sure seem to wanna keep me around for someone who supposedly wants me dead."
"Vell. Zhere are certainly vays. Though you may not like those answers."
The cane shot forward and prodded Roxy's chest, halting her movement entirely as a construction beam plummeted from the sky, impaling the earth between the two women.
"And for somevone 'oo belongs to β
"Tch.
There /is/ no putting me down for the record."
Hard headed as ever, it would seem. And with her own loud footsteps, that adamantium skeleton and warboots certainly not doing any favors.
"Funny. Let's clear shit up, I ain't your damn dog, got it? Not anyone's anymore."
"Vhy rebuild a plane exactly as is vhen I can make it better across zhe board, Ja?"
The subtle sound of the cane tapping the pavement filled the air as she walked, extravagant cloak equipped and feet as light as a feather.
"Non, my vorst mistake vas letting you live. But, β
"/Stole/ them? Well look at you. . .never took you for a businesswoman. Definitely an opportunist though."
Rolling her eyes, stepping out of Aria's way. But definitely never leaving her be.
". . .Whiskey sour?
Huh. . .not your worst choice."
"Ah, our zhe free pizza and good liquor. Last world 'ad t'ree dollar pizza und free beer vizh zhe purchase of a panini. I stole those franchises for my vorld. Vould never let zhat go to waste."
A gentle tap to the ground before she'd prod at Roxy.
"Now move aside I 'ave β
". . .It's particularly damn cruel.
But I'm sure you knew that."
She shook her head a few times as sobriety made its way back to her mostly now.
". . .Not this world. Don't even think about it. This place has one of my favorite bars and still has five dollar pizzas."
"Non. I was simply on a valk vhen I saw a sad little puppy drunkenly falling about. Is it a bad zhing to vish to enjoy zhe world before I drain it of its resources, mm?"
A low chuckle hums from her throat as she shifts the cane back to the ground.
"Ackβ!"
A little grumble. Her healing factor slowly starting to kick back in, starting to sober her back up. She took a few little sniffs in the other's direction.
". . .ya smell of arrogance. As always.
Come to gloat about last time?"
"Oooh vhat a scary monster."
Shifting the cane to the top of her head to deliver gentle thunks to the top as if petting a dog.
"Vone of the few dogs 'oo barks zhe same vay she bites."
β
"Zhere are many names for me, our. My favorites are zhe Uncompleated, zhe Avenger of T'eros, and zhe Crusader of Vorlds.
But you, mademoiselle? Hmhm. I am Aria, and you are my new playt'ing. "
"Ah, trying to not snap again mm? Per'aps zhe is green mana vizhin you truly does balance zhe red. Or per'aps you 'ave accepted zhe pointlessness in fighting me."
She turns her back on Roxy, arms extended outwards in a shrug as if to say 'who knows' before she continues.
β
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multiversal grapevine.
But tell me your name. Because I got a pit in my stomach and a new tattoo on my shoulder that says this ain't the last I'll see of you, lady."
"Mm? A joke?"
She holds the small metal stamp, aiming its base upwards as she tilts her head with an almost innocent shift of the neck.
"Vhy, if it was meant to be 'umor, zhen... vhere is zhe laughter? Mm?"
"Huhβ?!"
Almost in disbelief of her own ears and eyes. Blush lightly dusting her face at the sweet look, before glancing back to her wolf tail, looking again to Aria with anger.
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"That supposed to your attempt at humor, bub?!"
"Zhat depends. 'Ow good are you at vhimpering like zhe dog you are mm?"
The look on her face is deceptively sweet, but the tone she uses secretes venom.
"Tch. . .
As usual, Iβ OWWWWW!
Damnnnnβ!"
A deeply feral snarl left her mouth as that seal was pressed into her shoulder. Even more of a growl as it continued to hurt and refused to seal over.
". . .Fuckin' magic. . .ugh.
So what? I'm yer damn plaything now?"