2010-04-26 - Writing Prompts Evil Ideas
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| Writing Prompts Evil Ideas | |||
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| Summary: While hanging out in Centennial Park, Marc (Raze) prompts an evil idea or two in Cheetah. | |||
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Spring is in full swing (yes that was a lame pun) across the nation, and Marc is out and about tis afternoon now that classes are out, enjoying the day. He's headed for Centennial park. Why? Hell, why not? It's a gorgeous day and he has some ideas for a book in his head and a laptop at hand, so he's gonna go do some writing.
Cheetah lurks this park more then many would think. She can be found here in the shadows of the trees watching people when she feels lazy. Like right now. She can enjoy a nice day in a city almost as much as the other. When she spies someone that she's been meaning to catch up with she can't resist dropping in on him. So she starts to slink and dash silently toward him from behind waiting for a good moment
It doesn't take Marc long to find a nice shaded set of tables in the park and sets down his laptop, opens it, and begins looking through the hard drive to find his manuscript. He cracks his knuckles and grins. "Time to get to work."
Cheetah isn't above finding a perch in the tree and just laying on a branch. From there she can 'hover' and read over his shoulder some and see if she can just give him that 'something's watching me' sensation to drive him to distraction.
Marc seems to be in a sci-fi mood today, given the manuscript, which is set in the far future and seems to have some kind of pilotable giant robots involved in the plot, along with some strangely altered humans as well. However, one thing you learn in wrestling school is how to be aware of your surroundings, because there's no telling when you're gonna be too covered in your own blood to see straight. He's also got some combat training, as Cheetah would remember him mentioning to her, and awareness of one's surroundings is part of that as well, and it doesn't take him long to get the feeling that he's not alone here. Saving the document and closing it, he gets up, looking around, trying to figure out what's going on. His laptop is built with a thumbprint reader, so only he can get at files in the thing, but even still, he closes the laptop, automatically powering it off and puts it away. "Who's there?" he says, figuring whoever it is will know he's aware someone's watching him by now.
Cheetah knows how to move fast and quiet when the moment is right. Batman isn't the only one that can 'just appear' out of nowhere. She waits for the time and jump drops to land on the table behind Marc crouched and casual. Her tail comes around to brush his cheek. "The cat with the chesire's grin."
Marc spins around with a speed born of years of work in wrestling and martial arts at the sudden touch to his cheek with that tail, blinks, and then chuckles. "Damnit, I should have known." he says with a smile. "I was wondering how you've been the last couple of weeks. Haven't seen you since that night at the house." And man oh man was THAT ever a hell of a night. "So, what brings you to Metropolis?" he asks, moving to sit down. No matter how much those claws and fangs may unnerve the hell out of him, damned if he'll let it show. He likes Cheetah, and he's not gonna upset her by letting her powers spook him if he can help it.
Cheetah is, just as she said, sitting there and grinning at him. "Can you stand on your head," unable to resist the urge to toss a quote in there as well. "Lots of reasons, all my own. So you're writing now I saw." Taping a claw on the laptop case. "Had and interesting run in I thought you may like to know about."
Marc shrugs at the tap on his computer. "Yeah, I figured it was time to get back to my writing. Had a few ideas bouncing around, and figured I'd get some work done." he says with a smile. Then gives Cheetah an intrigued look. "Run in with who?"
Cheetah shifts from a crouch to lay on her side, "Wildcat." Letting that name pause a moment in the air before she goes on. "He has a gym. Figured if you needed a place to work out or maybe even get pointers, you could check it out. Its in Gotham though."
"Wildcat?" It takes a moment or two before Marc actually processes the name. "Oh! The former Boxing World Heavyweight champion!" he says as he snaps his fingers as it comes to him. "I might do that, thanks." he says with a smile. Then he chuckles as he notices Cheetah's stretched out form on the table. "You know, most guys would consider this flirting." he winks, before deciding to take a chance and starts giving her a leg rub, if she lets him anyway.
Cheetah counters, "most guys stay away from girls that can literally eat them alive." She doesn't seem to care what most people do though. "And I'll give you the address so if you're ever there you can go. Just tell the owner I set you and I'm sure he'll treat you fair." She doesn't pull away from the rub, smiling just a little as she watches him.
Marc grins a bit. "Yeah, but then again, most guys aren't willing to take risks." he says, nodding. "That'll work. Never met many boxers, and never a former World titleholder before." Since she's not pulling away from the leg rub, he decides to keep it going. "Speaking of books, you ever thought about writing one? I mean, you've seen some amazing stuff, you could probably make for one hell of an author. Fiction or non-fiction, I think they'd sell just because people would want to see what your writing style is."
Cheetah can't resist poking at Marc some, "risks like getting hit in the head with a metal chair." She looks plenty relaxed, "Wildcat isn't just a boxer. He and I got a little bit of a bridge from having both suffered from Roulette's greed. I don't have the gift of writing. Especially if it was an autobiography. Plus could you see me on Opera talkin' about my book?"
"Hey, getting hit with chairs pays the bills, sweetheart." he jokes, winking as he keeps the legrub going with both hands now. Then he gives that question some thought. "Oprah's retiring in a few weeks anyway. But yeah, I could see people wanting to know more about you. The REAL you. Not just what the papers used to play you up as, you know? I mean, I did. Granted, I'm not exactly the best representative of the general public since I tend to be open minded about....well, a LOT, so take that with a grain of salt, I guess." he says as one hand begins to move slowly up the outer thigh on the cat woman, distracted from what he's doing a bit by the discussion, but not so distracted that his hands become rough or uncomfortable in their actions.
Cheetah puts a little bite in her voice, "What makes you think I want everyone to know the 'real' me? Or that I want my story to be some corporations meal ticket for a week. If I did anything it be with a paper I think. Something people have to read and put effort into. To think, and not let musical scores and lighting manipulate their moods." She wonders about Lois Lane for a second given he city.
Marc nods. There is something to that. "Yeah, I'll give you that one. Some places would just milk it for all they could get and move on to the next big fad." he says. "But not every company is like that. Granted, most are. But I'm not sure newspapers are the best way to get your story told either. Assuming you wanted to, I mean. Circulation has dropped a lot over the last fifteen years or so due to the net and all."
Cheetah sits up, taking her leg from his touch in the process. "Marc. My life, my past, my pain, is not to be shoveled out for the idiotic masses. Because honestly I think more of a herd of Zebra then I do the average person. People as a group, especially Americans, are witless unmotivated meat. They just eat what is in front of them, they don't think. The internet is a bit of that problem. I bet if you w..." She cuts herself off getting what looks to be an idea. It bring a cold smile to her face and a small purred laugh.
Marc quirks a brow at that sudden look. "Uh oh. Why do I get the feeling I just gave you an evil thought?" he half jokes, before turning serious. "As for past, I'm not saying you should tell anyone. Hell, much as I've been curious about it, I'm not gonna pry cause it's your business. I'm just saying you /could/ do it if you wanted."
Cheetah leans forward and flicks her tongue to barely touch Marc's nose tip. "You didn't." Not an evil thought. Thoughts! More then one. "I don't want to, but I do have an idea for the future. So.... I'll reward you." leaning back tail waving in amusement, "What has you most curious about me?"
Marc tilts his head to one side. "Hmm. That's a broad question. There's a lot about you that I'm curious about. Trying to narrow it down to one major thing is kinda difficult." he says, bringing a hand to his chin. "I guess the thing that's been sticking in my mind lately is something you said the other day. About how you implied that I've met you before under another name before. But how is that possible? I mean, you're pretty damned distinct."
Cheetah glances around and then leans up so they're close, her arms going to lay over his shoulder and lace fingers behind his head a bit. She gets closer her head leaning in toward the neck as she bite just under the ear lightly. "Marc, I'm a feline conduit for a god if you will. That's a lot of magic. I lived on an island with 1000 year old women that lived in the days the Gods of Olympus walked the earth. You pick up magic here and there."
Marc winces very slightly at the bite under his ear. But since it's light, it doesn't hurt. But his mind is pretty quick on the uptake. "Magic...." he mutters, the wheels in his head turning. "That wouldn't include...shapeshifting or disguise magic, would it?" he asks, his years of reading fantasy and sci-fi bringing him to that conclusion. The idea that she's a conduit for a god is a stunning revelation, one that he's not sure how to respond to, but one he's still amazed to be told about.
Cheetah leans in and whispers. "Here is something you'll never tell anyone. You are the only man to know this." Then she lowers her voice even more. "When I lived on Themyscira Diana and I wore rings sometimes that switched our bodies. No I didn't meet you as her. Don't even know if you have met Wonder Woman. But I don't live in the world most people think they know."
Marc hasn't met Wonder Woman, but nods. "Haven't ever met her. Seen her on TV or the news before, but that's it." he says. "And of course I ain't gonna tell anyone. Why would I?"
Cheetah lets one arm slide against Marc's shoulder until her fingers are felt at the neck. Rather clawtips then fingers. "Good. Because if you leaked. I'd have to make you a part of me forever." A snap of her teeth clicking together near his ear. "Now you know. I was wearing a face other then my own at least once and met you."
Marc stiffens a bit at those claws on his neck. But despite the fear of those claws..and the fangs present near his ear, he shows surprising bravery- or stupidity, depending on your point of view- in bringing his hand up to gently pull the hand with those claws at his neck away. "I don't rat out my friends, Cheetah." he says, trying not to think too much about what she basically just threatened to do. If he interpreteted that right, she just threatened to EAT him, and that freaks him out. "And you should know by now that that isn't gonna change. The only way anyone's getting any secrets out of me is over my dead body." The only secret he ever would willingly give away is his OWN secret. The secret of being Raze. His friends secrets? Those he'll fight to the death to protect. He takes that kind of trust seriously, and would never give anything like that away unless he either had permission, or if it was life or death for the friend in question, and that's reflected in his scent, if she's paying attention to that sort of thing. He's still curious about what other face he knows her under, but doesn't ask, not wanting to push his luck. Death threats are about where he draws the line in pushing the envelope. Someone lobs one of those at him, he's going to take it seriously, and she just did that.
Cheetah can't resist the opening Marc gave her. "Good. Because in a rat verses a cat, the rat always looses." She knows torture can be persuasive but doesn't press that point. Marc just picked a very dangerous topic to start his line of questions from. "Now that that is clear..."
Rats versus cats? Yeah, usually the cats win, unless the rats find a hole to crawl into. But this isn't a cartoon. He does give her a wan smile though. "So, you ever clocked yourself?" he asks, curious about how fast she really is. He's never actually been able to figure that out. Their one rooftop jaunt was definitely faster than normal human speed, but that doesn't tell him much.
