2009-12-15 - Gut Check Time!

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Gut Check Time!
Summary: Having heard from Marc that he doesn't consider her evil while in disguise, Cheetah decides to see if he really means it.
Who: Cheetah, Raze When: December 15, 2009 Where: Metropolis

It's been another night of wrestling action- and a decent sized autograph session, on the countdown to the New Year's Eve show from TNA Wrestling, and Raze, or rather Marc, as he's since washed off the simulation tattoo on his face, is slipping out a side door, while pulling his hair into it's normal pony tail. He lets out a slightly amused laugh as he remembers what Angle had done during the show. "Gotta remember to ask him where he came up with that one." he says to himself.

Funny thing about looking back is that it can make you unaware of what is ahead. Or rather dropping silently behind the wrestler from above. She just had to wait for him to be far enough away from the door camera. "Which one is that?" Comes the sultry purred voice of Cheetah.

Marc jumps in surprise. "Gah!!!" Then he blinks, and looks around. "What the....?" seeing no one around, he scratches his head, then turns around, and sees someone behind him, though the light from the street at first makes it hard to make her out. "Oh, there you are. How's it hanging? You scared me for a second there." then he blinks again as he realizes exactly who he's talking to. "Oh, wow. I'd heard you'd up and disappeared sometime back. When did you get to town?"

Cheetah lets out a purr of a laugh as she walks slowly around Marc, circling him. "Oh that's not the right question. See I got really good hearing and imagine my surprise as I'm enjoying the sun near the park one day and hear my name being banded about."

Marc quirks a brow. "Do tell. I didn't know you were even in town again." Which is true, since he doesn't know that she and Ann are the same person. But he's not stupid. He's actually pretty bright, so it doesn't take him too long to make the connection as to what she's talking about. "So then what's your question?"

Cheetah lets her fangs show as she starts to close the distance to Marc. "Did you mean it?" Lifting a hand to casually let her claws show as she admires them and lets her eyes look to Marc.

Marc smiles, leaning against a wall. "Well I said a lot that day. But if you mean did I mean it when I said I didn't think you were a bad person? Yeah, I meant it. I mean granted I'm not a mind reader, but you strike me as a nice person, and genuinely likable, truth be told." Having seen a lot of posturing before in the ring he's surprisingly good at keeping his cool, even though Cheetah is capable of making real use of those claws and fangs. But she hasn't done so yet, so for now he's working under the assumption that for the moment she isn't going to.

Cheetah puts a hand out to touch at Marc's cheek and let him feel the claws. Seeing and feeling are very different things for most people. She leans closer in sniffing. "So... if I said I needed to bite your arm then, you won't think me evil." Licking her lips slowly.

Marc chuckles. "Well, as long as you don't mind leaving the arm relatively intact afterwards." he jokes. "I kinda need it to do my job, y'know?"

Cheetah catches the change in Marc's scent as she leans in closer wanting to drink it up. "Can't hide your true feelings from me. See when someone gets scared it alters the scent. Being this close." She licks her lips. "I can tell you what your last meal was." Death row reference dropped on purpose.

Marc smiles. "I never said I wouldn't be scared of having you bite my arm, given those razor sharp teeth, Cheetah." he says, and by his scent he's clearly telling the truth. "Just that I wouldn't think you were evil for it if it was an actual physical necessity." then quirks a brow. "So you heard that too, huh? Then I guess you also heard some of the other stuff mentioned that day, huh?"

Cheetah keeps the claws there near the ear at one side of the neck. She leans in at the opposite side, just enough contact so he can notice she's purring, before a rough tongue licks over the pulse hammering in his neck. "I'm someone altogether new now. I got good ears. Told you that already." She nips the corner of his jaw letting him feel fangs.

Marc blinks. "Huh...now that's interesting." The claws he's got a healthy does of respect for, but he seems to be focused more on the tongue. "I didn't know that your change went so far as to alter some of your internal organs beyond maybe your eyes." Yeah, it's official. One too many shots to the head. He doesn't even seem to jump at the fangs nipping at his jaw. Then tilts his head to one side. "You seem to be in a good mood though. Unless you can purr at will just to mess with people's heads." he jokes.

Cheetah's smile is hidden by how close they are. "The first change did more then outside stuff. The more recent one...." She lets her tail curl around one of his legs. "I can purr when I want, when I'm happy or those rare times I'm nervous." She bites his shoulder. Enough so to break skin and make a little blood start to flow. Least she can do is have a taste.

Marc does jump a bit in surprise at the bite. It's not as painful as he thought it'd be. Then again, she only bit hard enough to break the skin, so it's little worse than a few paper cuts. He's done worse on blade jobs. He smiles a bit. "And just what would make someone with a mix of power and beauty like you nervous, hmm?" he asks, idly noting the tail curled over his leg with curiosity. Surprisingly, he's not trying to be charming with the beauty comment. Nothing but pure honesty there. ....This guy must be downright scary when he's pissed off if he's this laid back having someone bite him out of the blue. His body seems used to losing blood, too, since it seems to flow with a surprising steadiness, even when bleeding. Interestingly, he's an O, assuming she can tell his blood type from the taste.

Cheetah has an easy answer, "Gods and Goddesses make me nervous, Marc. Have you ever met any that you know of?" She licks at the shoulder and sucks at the wound some to force more onto her tongue. "Tasty."

Marc shrugs as much as he can with Cheetah sucking on his shoulder. "Not that I can tell." He says, then grins a little. "hey, leave me some to live on, huh?" he laughs, lightly stroking the nearest of her ears to his free hand. "I mean I'm glad you like it and all, but I kinda need it to stay among the living, ya know."

Cheetah's purring louder by the time she pulls off his shoulder. She panting and licking her lips. It's not often a man will dare touch her, especially if she's feeding on them some. "Good thing I like you Marc. Just about any other guy here would find out that sometimes Cheetah's smother their prey rather then bite their necks off. I'd take you home and make you part of meal," her tone casual.

Marc shrugs. "I can think of worse ways to die." he says, just as casual. The scary thing is? He ain't lying. "Nice to hear I made a good impression though." he further comments, still stroking that ear. "I can't imagine you'd let most people do something like this to your ear, so I kinda consider myself lucky."

Cheetah lets out a small laugh. "Nope. They'd be screaming about their arm being ripped off." But she sort of likes the guy and takes what she can. "You're one of my few supporters. Not going to kill you. But you are coming with me. This is too public a place. Here's what you're going to do. You're going to hold to me and close your eyes. Then hold your breath. Ready?" She doesn't give him time. She moves fast, scooping him up and running at top speed through the streets and jumping atop a truck then to a rooftop. In the end she finds a shed she's used to hide. Small as a bed room with little more then a cot and desk with a few lights. This is where she stops. "We're here." Cross town.

Giving a light yelp of surprise, Marc ends up getting scooped up and taken around the town. He blinks as they finally land, and looks around. "I knew you were fast, given you have the powers of the fastest land mammal on earth but...damn, where the hell ARE we anyway? I barely had time to get used to you using me as a living weight set before we were here." he says, smirking a bit. "That's one to tell my nephew and Niece in a couple years, I think. They'll never believe it." Then he looks around the little shed. "So this is where you've been staying huh? Pretty cozy. Looks like it might be a little smaller than my old bedroom back home, but still cozy.

Cheetah gives Marc a bit of a look. "You're smarter then that. You don't get to know where you are til I leave and then you leave. We're still in Metropolis." She pauses. "More or less. I'd be faster but I did have an extra two hundred pounds or so of drag on me." Not that she looks too too winded. Looking around she nods. "Lead walled shed. Helps keep Supermen out and lets me have somewhere to rest when I need it. It's not my only place, just the one I was willing to take you to."

Marc smiles. "It was a rhetorical question." he says. "I knew you wouldn't tell me exactly where we are. But it's kind athe first question anyone would ask if they were somewhere one minute, and someplace else barely ten minutes later and had no idea what was going on since their eyes were closed." He shrugs. "Well, the fact that you were willing to bring me to even one of them is a pretty impressive honor." Well, sort of. he thinks to himself. "But why would Superman bother you at all anymore? I mean according to the papers you were trying to reform, right? So why would he be bothering you at all? Or is it that he's just really uptight about superhumans in the city that aren't family members?"

Cheetah motions to herself. "Me setting foot on American soil is a crime. Unless I had the queen's immunity which I haven't had for a bit." She stretches out on her side laying on the bed looking relaxed. "He's a boy scout. Him, even Batman I could handle easier then meeting Diana again. She wouldn't understand. Likely do her best to beat me to a pulp."

Marc blinks. This is news to him. "Really? Huh, when did that happen? I haven't heard anything about this. I mean nobody knows who you really are before you got your powers and all, but I was always under the impression you were born here in the US, and I've never heard of someone getting deported from their own country and basically barred from coming back. And what queen're you talking about?" His first immediately thought is the queen of England, for some reason, as he sits down at the desk, assuming there's a chair for him to sit on. Otherwise, he'll probably just sit down on the cot next to her, if she lets him.

Cheetah takes a slow breath. "I jumped my house arrest. Needed to do something, prison system didn't like I slipped the leash. I was going to be thrown into a small cage and then the cage tossed into a dark hole to not see the light of day. However I convinced Diana to let me stay with her people. That's the first drop off the radar, and why being in America is 'bad'." She even air quotes with a roll of her eyes. There's a chair. "The queen of Themyscira of course. Amazon island."

Marc looks a bit surprised. "Huh, weird." he says, leaning back in the chair. "Have you tried getting an appeal on the situation? I mean whatever it was you needed to do must've been important to run a big risk in jumping house arrest. I mean granted the justice system isn't perfect, but....I mean there is such a thing as extenuating circumstances."

Cheetah's eye catch the light and flash green as she growls. "Marc. Don't push that issue or I'll make you forget the last month of your life. Appeal is not, and was not an option. Many things in my life are private and will stay that way."

Marc holds up his hands in a placating gesture. "Easy, Cheetah, easy. I'm sorry to upset you. I didn't mean any offense by it. I was just trying to help, and I ain't gonna pry into your private life. I value keeping my own life away from the ring private so I know how you feel, even if for different reasons."

Cheetah backs off some, "Vastly different." To say the least. Her tail tip twitches a bit as she watches Marc in steady silence. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. "Top drawer. There's a mirror and some bandaging. If you need it."

Marc smiles. "Thanks." he says, pulling off his shirt. Well, it's actually more like a tank top/muscle shirt. Pulling open the dresser, he pulls out the mirror and the bandages, and starts working on patching himself up. Seems he's used to dressing his own wounds, too, since while they aren't done perfectly as they would be by a professional doctor, it seems his high school classes on medicine, combined with having to change dressings on who knows how many wrestling related injuries has made him damn good at it. "I have to admit, I'm kinda flattered you wanted to meet me just based on overhearing me at the park. I didn't think I made that great an impression when we met at Metro Tower awhile back. Well, at least I didn't think I was really saying anything you would have considered all that interesting back then." he pauses. "Well you did seem to kinda perk up a bit when I told you what I do for a living, but you seemed more angry about it than interested. So I was definitely surprised you'd decided to look me up again." Not that he minds. He's actually enjoying the conversation so far.

Cheetah only nicked him to what she could have done. Though the smell of the blood tugs something deep in her. "Sharp nose. I remembered you from the tower. Only one that came up and talked to me that wasn't security or a League member." She picks up a cloth to rub at her fingertips. "Roulette and I still have a score to settle and long as you're free of her everything should be fine."

Marc shrugs. "Still never heard of her other than you mentioning her that one time." he says, putting the mirror and the bandages that he didn't need to use back. "But if she ever comes to call, I'll be sure to send her packing."

Cheetah motions along one arm. "Dragon tattoo. You can't miss her. Greediest woman I think I ever met. She's worked with Lex, and I recall you don't think well of him. Then again... I've worked with Lex on more then one occasion."

Marc quirks a brow. "Dragon tattoo, huh? Not too many women with those this side of the Pacific."

Cheetah doesn't know Roulette's past. "Yeah well if I find her there'll be one less." She gets up and to a mini fridge she opens and pulls out two waters. One tossed at his unbitten side.

Marc catches it smoothly. "Thanks." he says, opening it and taking a quick gulp. "So you've worked with Lex in the past huh? Then I think you might understand why I don't trust the guy. Everything he's been trying to pull to get people to think he's reformed seems like it's just too perfectly orchestrated. I'm no academy award winning actor, but I trust my gut when it comes to him. Maybe it's the years I've spent in the ring. Scoff if you want, but when you get to companies like the WWE or TNA or the NWA, you pretty much need to be essentially among the best one-take actors on the Goddamned planet, even if nobody really thinks you're as good as those Hollywood bigshots. They have it easy. They can do dozens of takes to do a scene right. In wrestling, you fuck up once, and the entire country sees it. The taped episodes don't really give you that much relief from that either cause the people in the arena see it before the people watching from home will."

Cheetah points out. "Man put a chip in my head, so if someone read my mind to get his secrets it'll fry my brain. So no. I don't trust him." She opens her own drink to sip at it. "Internet. What a two edge nightmare that thing is."

Marc laughs. "Yeah, tell me about it. The Internet Wrestling Community scares the crap out of me honestly. I mean sure, there are fans, but these guys are seriously hardcore when it comes to it. God knows how they get all the insider info on storylines in the business."

Cheetah rubs fingers together. "Bribery, threats, and snooping. It is easy to do. It's why I didn't want to be out with you too long. But I didn't think another blow to your brain pan would do you good either."

Marc grins and shrugs. "Well, so far they haven't figured me out yet, so I guess they haven't gotten as much as they think." he says.

Cheetah motions to her mouth locking it. "I can keep a secret and I hardly doubt I'm considered a reliable source to most journalists." Drinking more water she sets it aside and lays on the bed again, legs up and playing with her tail in the air some. Never do her eyes leave him for long.

Marc grins at this. "You'd be surprised with the wrestling fan community. Half the time they come out with the most insane ideas that I tend to wonder what in God's name they're smoking and why they ain't sharing." he says, chuckling, as he watches her play with her own tail.

The motions are more subconscious then not. She's had a tail most her adult life for the last several years. "Well you won't be seeing me in the ring unless it is really important. Not some stupid act. No offense meant. That's just for entertainment and I'm nobody's dancing pony anymore." Cheetah flexes her claws again. "Not ever again."

"None taken." Marc says, looking curious at her comments about being a 'dancing pony' but decides not to pry, as he doesn't want to upset her. "I've always loved wrestling, so having the chance to entertain others the way I got to be entertained by it is part of what makes it worthwhile for me. But it's not for everyone."

Cheetah points out. "Long as you're not looking to go bare knuckle and 'real' then you're never going to meet Roulette. That's a good thing by the way. She runs underground fights with heavy bidding."

This is surprising information. "So she does stuff more like the UFC, just without the legal protections for the fighters or something?"

Cheetah starts to growl. "She does stuff like trying to drive me feral and mad. Damn near making it permanent, and then tossing a fighter in a cage with me. Ever seen Thunderdome with Tina and Mel?" Two men enter. One cat leaves.

Marc gapes. "....Whoa...okay, forget sending her packing. If she ever shows up to talk to me, I think I'm just gonna kill her." he growls out. "That's just plain SICK. Who the **** does something like that to a person?" then he gives her a light smile. "Glad to see she didn't succeed in making it permanent though. I can see why you're pissed at her now. Frankly I think I'm pissed at her myself and I've never even MET her."

Cheetah's tail and eyes are giving all kinds of cues to how dangerous she is with rage right now. "I was sent to Arkham. Tartarus's flames that place reeks of illness and rot." She smoothly gets to her feet to pace. "I was a profit to her, not a person. I told you her greed is beyond measure. We should change the subject or this night will end with blood."

Marc nods. "True enough." he says, taking another drink from his water bottle. "So I'm curious. You mentioned two changes before out by the arena. Now if that's something you don't wanna talk about, I'll understand, but you did pique my interest with that one." Plus it seems like the best topic he can think of to change to. She knows about him, and he's interested in knowing more about her.

Cheetah slows in her pacing. "The later one is not so physical as the first. It's why I disappeared. I caught the eye of a Goddess. Interesting moment when you meet a God and you realize that 'myth' is not the right word for a lot of that stuff."

Marc nods. "I see. Must've been an unusual meeting."

Cheetah laughs softly. "With the first goddess or one of the others? I've met more then one." She settles back onto the bed. "I was worshiped as one while I was gone."

"No kidding?" Marc asks, looking amazed. "That must have been fun. How many did you meet?"

Cheetah reminds. "Amazon Island. I lived with women older then this country. Way older. I made offerings to the temples and gods there for a time. I met about three I think. That I know over." She nods her head satisfied. "Is kind of nice to be worshiped as divinity."

Marc chuckles. "I'll bet." he says. "Some fans really go overboard with stuff like that. I'm not sure I could take being considered divinity by anyone. It'd be too weird."

Cheetah gets some more water to drink, reopening her bottle. "If you been through half of what I have you may think different."

Marc shrugs. "Couldn't say, since my life's been different from yours." he says, grinning. "Maybe I would, maybe not."

Cheetah teases him just a little. "Yeah. Like the whole still a human, and well being a guy." She points out, "you couldn't have done all I have. Men aren't allowed on the island"

Marc laughs and shrugs. "Yeah well, there's that. But just because you aren't completely human doesn't make you any less of an interesting person." then he blinks. "I dunno if that made a helluva lot of sense. But you get what I mean. And yeah, I heard about that, although doesn't the amazon island actually have UN representation or something? I thought Wonder Woman was their ambassador or something."

"Something like that," Cheetah admits. "I don't deal with the politics all that much. I do know that men are a big no no there. And if one were to get there I'd feel very sorry for his short life."

Marc shrugs. "Enh, I can't stand politics myself. I'm a registered democrat and all, but beyond that, I don't really give much of a damn."