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Post by Maestro on May 4, 2008 23:39:39 GMT -5
Bela listened to Diaspro's reasoning, eyes narrowed. Honestly, you'd think that Dreams were more compassionate, but it seemed as though that was not the case, here. Jasper might be all right, if he weren't with Diaspro, but there was no telling right now.
At Diaspro's words to her, though, Bela couldn't help it; she laughed. "I don't seem to understand how serious this is? We're not exactly in Dreamland, perra," Bela said. One hand on her sunglasses, she turned toward Jasper, not pleased that she might have to turn him into stone. But, at least it wouldn't kill him (as far as she knew). Unfortunately, her Medusa glare wouldn't work on Diaspro or she never would have taken the other woman's crap.
"I'm well-known in The Faded; this is my territory." She turned back to Jasper, hand still on her sunglasses. "All I have to do is scream while I turn your partner into stone. You're a Dream; pretty much everyone will come to my aid, regardless of the circumstances." She hoped that Diaspro would listen to reason; Bela REALLY didn't want to hurt anyone that she didn't have to.
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Post by Miss Jack on May 5, 2008 13:56:39 GMT -5
Jasper tensed. Nightmares. So quick to violence.
In a movement as quick and deadly as a snake strike, Jasper drew his pistol. His hand twitched and in the next instant the cool metal barrell was aimed at Bela's head. The weight of the weapon felt reassuring against his palm and his demeanor took on the cool cat-like grace of someone who felt in control. "Miss de Zorro," he emphasized the honorific. "If you think you're the only pretty Nightmare the prince can be swayed by, you're mistaken. The second I see you lowering your sunglasses, there will be lead ripping through your flesh. I'll be stone and you'll have a hole in your forehead and Diaspro carries on without either of us." He cocked the gun and his finger tightened almost casually on the trigger. "Your choice."
An unfortunate ultimatum, really. He wasn't fond of the idea of spending the remainder of his days as a statue, and he didn't want to have to kill her. She was sharp, heady... he'd lied, if only a little--- they probably wouldn't find a much better substitute. With a brief shot of mirth, he imagined James sitting in his little corner, sulking because he was missing all the 'fun'.
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Post by Jules on May 5, 2008 19:59:04 GMT -5
Diaspro didn't listen to much coming out of a Nightmare's mouth. But when she saw her fiddling with her glasses it didn't really matter. She wasn't in any danger. She'd be mighty pissed if Jasper got turned into a statue. Lunging forward, her hands wrapped around Bela's neck just as the pistol was aimed at her head.
"You can't scream with a broken windpipe, dear." She hissed. This was getting out of control and quickly. She really felt like breaking the girl in half. But that might've been a bit troublesome for them. She didn't really feel like going through the trouble of disposing a body.
"Now you listen and you listen good. You are not in control of this situation, nor will you be. You mess up, we know who your family is. Maybe we won't hurt you. Maybe we'll find your mother, maybe your father. All Nightmares, why should we care? Watch yourself."
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Post by Maestro on May 5, 2008 21:53:22 GMT -5
As the barrel of the pistol pressed against her temple, Bela froze. Well, add to that the fact that she now had a pair of stone hands around her throat, this was a bit problematic. It didn't change how she felt about the whole situation, though. Glaring at Diaspro, Bela took a deep breath and spit in her face.
"That is what I think of your little plan," she told the woman of stone. She was about to add that Diaspro could go to hell when the other woman mentioned Bela's family. There were certainly times that she didn't get along with her family, but she loved them; she loved them quite a bit. And to have them threatened, well, that was much more effective than anything else had been, so far.
Taking a deep breath, Bela let it out slowly, trying to calm herself down. "All right," she said, quietly. "I'll remember." And even though it was a really quick turn-around, it was absolutely sincere. "I do not yet know what I will do, but I'm sure I'll think of something." I will not be the cause of some innocent's death, she vowed silently.
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Post by Miss Jack on May 5, 2008 22:30:57 GMT -5
Unsure if that would appease Diaspro's temper, he flicked his gun back into his holster without blinking an eye and gently took hold of Diaspro's wrists, pulling them away from Bela's neck. "Think of Hina," he reminded her. "She would be coolly gloating about now."
He turned back to Bela, slightly amused. "I'm sure you'll think of something," he said wryly.
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Post by Jules on May 5, 2008 22:37:25 GMT -5
"Good. Since you seem a few slices short of a loaf all you need to do is get Alexander in very big, very public trouble. No one has to die, it would be better if, but I suppose it is a bit much to ask of someone so slow."
She let Jasper pull her hands away and crossed her arms. Remembering Hina cooled her down a lot quicker then anything else would. She put on a near-exact imitation of Hina's scary-sweet smile.
"We have a deal then?"
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Post by Maestro on May 18, 2008 23:06:01 GMT -5
"Gracias," she said to Jasper as he pulled Diaspro's hands away from her neck. "It would have been slightly problematic to carry out this scheme if I was not able to talk," she muttered, throwing another glare Diaspro's way.
Rather than answering that comment about how 'slow' she was, Bela flipped Diaspro the bird. To Jasper, she said, "You know, you should really consider a job-switch; you're definitely too smart to be working with the likes of statue-girl," she jabbed a finger in Diaspro's direction, still ignoring her.
At Diaspro's words, though, Bela was forced to turn around. "Si, we have a deal, perra," she said, barely controlling the hiss in her voice. She'd have to think of something and soon; hopefully Alex would forgive her, in time.
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Post by Miss Jack on May 20, 2008 22:37:13 GMT -5
Jasper sighed, somewhat irritated that it seemed Bela and Diaspro would not be getting along throughout the ordeal. Not that he'd had high hopes. They'd been doomed when they'd been created on opposite ends of the spectrum.
He ignored Bela's comment. He was many things, but he didn't consider smart to be up there in his list of skills. And definitely not a leader. He needed Diaspro. He nodded, glancing between the two of them. "Should we arrange another meeting in a week to discuss progress?"
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Post by Jules on May 20, 2008 22:42:47 GMT -5
Diaspro grinned. For all of Bela's attempted insult hurling, she'd gotten her way. Which was all that really mattered. She didn't cared about some Spainard brat's opinion of her. Just the knowledge that Bela hated her and was still forced to do as she asked was pleasureable enough. Smiling emptily, Diaspro nodded.
"Good idea. We'll meet here, in a week to discuss how your project is coming along. Same time. And if you try any funny business you'll find your mother will have a hard time walking."
Finally, she nodded to Jasper and began to head out the door. "C'mon Casper, we better go get James before he sulks too long."
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Post by Maestro on May 20, 2008 23:51:56 GMT -5
Bela just flipped Diaspro the bird again, wishing that she could turn the other woman into stone. It was just too bad that her deadly gaze wouldn't affect statue-girl at all.
Muttering some very vulgar Spanish phrases under her breath, Bela glared at their retreating backs. If they did anything to hurt her family, she was going to be pissed. And then Diaspro would be working by herself. If things got too far out of hand, Bela promised herself that she would ask for help, even if it hurt her pride.
"I'll be here," she hissed, eyes narrowed. She'd be here and she'd have a "progress report." Hopefully, it would be satisfactory.
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