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Post by redtopaz on Aug 31, 2008 16:00:50 GMT -5
Mercedes considered this for a moment. Bela really was stubborn and, short of locking her back up in Rissa, she was going to do whatever she wanted regardless of what Mercedes had to say. Plus, Bela had the added advantage of her eyes. Mercedes was trained, but she didn't have the natural flare Bela did. It might not be so bad to have her along, provided she didn't do anything unnecessarily reckless.
"Fine. You can come along as long as you promise to do as I say, comprende?" Mercedes took her hands off her sisters shoulders. "Do you know how to use a gun, Bela?" she asked, walking over to her dresser and pulling open a drawer. Moving a sweater, she revealed a spare revolver. Antique, practically, but still in working order. Bela would be able to use this if she had to. Despite Nightmares natural resilience to firearms, they were Mercedes weapon of choice. They'd at least slow a Dream down.
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Post by Maestro on Aug 31, 2008 16:35:55 GMT -5
Bela tossed her head, pleased that she'd gotten her way. Well, that wasn't really why she was so pleased, but now she'd be able to do something to make up for everything. "All right, Mercedes," she said as meekly as Bela got.
"Si, I know how to use a gun; you taught me, Mercedes," Bela said, laughing slightly. Ah, well. Her sister was so busy anymore that it wasn't really a surprised that she'd forgotten. She took the revolver from her sister and put it down her shirt so that it would be concealed. After all, she had enough ... assets to mask the shape of the gun. "Just tell me what to do, captain," she saluted her sister, kind of excited about this whole thing. Their parents wouldn't be back for some time; they were probably rather busy at the moment. Bela shuddered to think of what they were probably doing; she tried to shove that image out of her head. "No one threatens our family and gets away with it."
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Post by redtopaz on Sept 2, 2008 15:00:27 GMT -5
Mercedes checked the clip in her own gun, more for a sense of dramaticism which her blood simply would not allow her to ignore than any practical reason. She rushed over to her wardrobe, stripping down and changing into leather pants and a loose blue shirt that would have satisfied her mother while still allowing her to move.
"First, we go by HQ. A strike like this, I feel obligated to check in first. We'll likely need backup as well," Mercedes informed her little sister. She rarely reported in to anyone other than the King and she'd been granted darn close to free reign on her decisions, but a retaliatory attack on a Dream radical group was a big deal. Political backwash could be very damaging to the kingdom. She wanted a second opinion before she proceeded.
"You can't wear that. Put on some real shoes," she scolded, tossing a pair of hiking boots her sisters way. She then went about pulling on her own work boots. "I wan't to leave as soon as possible."
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Post by Maestro on Sept 3, 2008 18:40:20 GMT -5
With the reflexes that probably would have made her good for the L.O.S. if she hadn't preferred causing havoc to resolving it, Bela caught the boots thrown her way. Holding them at eye-level, she glanced at them with distaste, raising an eyebrow. "You expect me to wear these, hermana?" she asked, slightly incredulous. "Um, I'm perfectly happy with the boots I'm wearing, thanks." Truthfully, it was probably better for her to wear the shoes she was comfortable with as opposed to something she had never worn before.
"They don't go with what I'm wearing and quite frankly, I would just fall over in them, I'm sure." Thankfully, she was wearing her own pair of skin-tight leather pants today. Her shirt was over-sized black silk; though low-cut, it went down to her fingertips. Overall, her outfit today was fairly decent for what she was about to be doing. Usually, she wouldn't have been able to do much. Maybe she had subconsciously planned telling Mercedes; in any case, she was ready. "Let's go, Mercedes; I'm ready whenever you are."
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Post by redtopaz on Sept 3, 2008 18:53:45 GMT -5
"You and madre. No head for practicability," she tut-ed. "Those boots are nice, but they weren't meant for combat," she continued scolding, grabbing her holster and cuffs as she went.
"Come on, Bela," she said, rushing to the door, grabbing her keys off the side table. "Let's go!"
-con't in LOS HQ-
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