Aberrant: 200X - Havok in Havana! [Open Fic][Complete]

[Magnum Opus]

"Oh, well - not really. I mean, I can see things a lot better, and I don't need my glasses. But yeah, I hear about novas who go through mental changes like we did our physical ones. I mean, a new branch of your brain opens up. That's got to have some effect. I try not to think about it because it's kind of disturbing to break yourself down to your components like that."

She breathed out, tying off the last bit. "Anyways, that's my first - and last - powerdive for the day done with..."

[Bombshell]

"Yeah, I've found it easier to deal if I just stop worrying about it too - just turn the noggin' off, though I can't keep that going all the time. It's just the surprises, like the language thing that throw me off, mostly because I don't even notice till someone else points them out. But seriously, thanks for the reassurance."

Originally Posted By: Knockout

"Anyways, that's my first - and last - powerdive for the day done with..."

Jason smiled widely, her twinkling indigo eyes dropping to the straining pink bikini top before returning to Dani's bright blues.

"That's too bad, from where I'm looking, it seemed to work out pretty good." She took a deep breath, unaware of the rip her silvery suit gaping wider, then splashed a wave of water at the bikini'ed blonde. "But in that case... you're 'it'!"

Wiping the water from her face, Dani felt a pair of fingers poke her in the right breast, then saw a pair of very long legs and a mane of silver hair flash in the sun as Jason flipped over in the water and began swimming away.

[Bombshell]

Danielle blinked at her unintentional twin, then chased after her, unable to contain a laugh. The twin transsexuals, among the strongest and most gorgeous women the world had ever seen, frolicked in the ocean beneath the afternoon sun, able, for a time, to stop worrying about their changes and simply enjoy themselves.

In their play, sometimes their hands would linger or their lips would brush, but neither girl seemed to mind. The afternoon sun fell closer to the horizon, changing the ocean from blue and silver to a myriad of golds and coppers.

Jason finally noticed how much time had passed when the glare of the sun hit her eyes, giving Dani the chance to bounce the volleyball the girls had gained with a smile off her head.

"I think we oughta get outta the water now, Dani. I still have to go to the Arena, to make sure my outfit is there and... fits."

Jay and Dani left the ocean, their bodies glistening as they headed for the beach blanket and their bags that Conrad was still guarding. They were both still in such a good mood, that the stares didn't even concern them in the least. The stunning twins dried themselves off briskly, the motion of their fantastic figures nearly causing heartattacks and not a few embarrassed incidents.

They gathered up their stuff and slipped their sarongs around their hips, Jason with a wry twist to her smile as she slung Katya's shoulder bag over an arm. Looking around neither the girls nor Conrad could see any sign of Jael, Kazuo, or Ausrine, but they weren't concerned - they all flew or teleported, and had more experience being Novas, besides.

The trio returned to the limo, Conrad somehow managing to worm his way between the busty beauties. Jay only had to slap his hand away from her ass once. Jason made a silky voiced request and soon they were pulling up to Anillo de Havok.

Jason got out of the car, waving away the driver's offer of aid, and stared up at the modern edifice.

"Well, guess that's where I'll be fighting tomorrow night... with millions watching me..." Jason's carefree expression faded as she realized just how many people, men, would be watching her... them, she thought, looking down.

Fuckdamn! Why didn't they say anything? D'uh! You know why. The tear in Jason's silvery swimsuit had lengthened and broadened, to the point that she was showing just as much breast-flesh as Dani did in her bikini - and was in danger of showing even more.

[Magnum Opus]

"What's your suit look like? I'm curious. I hope it isn't too, er, showy."

[Bombshell]

"Huh? Oh, I don't think it's too bad." Jason gave Dani a smile then led the others to the front doors. "It's a motorcycle-jumpsuit thing, sorta like what Uma Thurman wore in Kill Bill, only... y'know not yellow. It's blue and black with silver edging, at least, that's what it's suppose to be."

She snorted a laugh. "I think it looks fine, close-fitting but not spray-painted on, and besides, it was the only thing me and Kat could agree on." Jason shook her head, long hair swinging. "You shoulda seen some of the things that Kat suggested..." Jason saw Conrad's peaked look of interest. "Nevermind."

They made it to the entrance and a security guard directed Jay and Dani's chests to the performers entrance. When they got there, they were greeted enthusiatically by one of the event coordinators, 'Just-call-me-Bill'. He led them to the changing rooms, yapping all the while about what was going on and almost begging Danielle to enter the Havok - Just-call-me-Bill was sure he could score her a great contract, the idea of a tag-team match with Bombshell and Knockout would be gold.

Jason would have said something, but they had made it her private changing room. It was little more than a closet, but it had a make-up table (Ugn!) and mirror, and a curtained off area to change.

"So, where's my suit, Bill?" Jason looked around, but didn't see anything in the small room, getting quite crowded with Bill, Conrad, Dani, and herself.

"As per your manager Katya Skovskaya's request, we got three of your personal suggestions constructed." Bill pulled out a covered, moveable clothing rack from behind the changing curtain and unzipped it.

Manager Kat?

"First, we have the Bombstrapped outfit. Very risque, but we have been assured that it will pass muster with the censors... barely." Bill pulled out something hanging from a clothes-hanger that looked like a bunch of black leather belts with shiny silver buckles. He also had a roll of adhesive in his hand. And that was it.

"I wouldn't even know how to put that on!"

"Ah, yes, Katya mentioned you might have that problem. We have the flesh safe adhesive and instructions-"

"No! Next!"

"Okay... Next one - and my personal favourite - the Bombshell Canary, this one has been very popular in the costume shop." Returning the straps masquerading as an outfit, he pulled out a cropped, black jacket, blue bodysuit that left the arms and legs (and a fair amount of bosom) bare, a pair of fishnet tights, and a pair of low-cut, heeled boots.

Jason just stared at the outfit, remembering seeing Katya in it last Halloween. I guess she thought fair is fair, but... no, no way! "Very nice, but no. 'Sides, DC would totally sue me."

"Not so, we reversed the colours on the bodysuit and jacket, and thus appeased the copyright gods. You're completely in the clear to wear this, Ms. Bellefleur."

Jason's glare seemed to roll right pass Bill, but they may have been because he was already fantasizing her in the two outfits. "Next," Jason said in a close to a growl as she know could.

Bill sighed and returned the heroine outfit and pulled out the last one. "Here, the Beatrix Bombshell, sporty and... well made."

Jason's eyes brightened, this was what she was talking about. Some sort of pleather, it was a jumpsuit very similar to what was seen in Kill Bill, though it was a rich indigo in colour, with black stripes on the inside and outside of the legs and arms, with a few silver bits here and there. "Excellent, Bill! This looks exactly like what I wanted. Hopefully, you guys got the right size." Jason looked at Bill expectantly, and when he didn't look inclined to leave, put a hand on his shoulder and directed him to the door, his face crestfallen. "Get out."

Jason narrowed her eyes at Dani and Conrad, daring them to say anything. "No peeking, I'll just be a second." Jason slipped behind the changing curtain, unaware of the view provided by the mirror above the desk.

They could hear the rustle of the swimsuit, a plucking sound then a soft, sharp curse. Then there was some heavier rustling, and a moment later, Jason stepped out from behind the changing curtain. The jumpsuit looked just like she described it, though it did hug her voluptuous, amaozonian form more than closely, and closer to sprayed-on.

"Well, it fits. Whaddaya think?" Jason asked, making an exaggerated heroic pose, hands on hips.

[Magnum Opus]

"Dude, use your x-ray vision."

"What? No!" Danielle shook her head. "Wouldn't be right."

"C'mon."

"It's not like you can see the goods, okay? Won't do you any good."

"But I'll know YOU saw them, and that's enough."

"Hh. Waste of effort."

"Why, you seen the goods already?"

"Uh... no?"

"You totally saw the goods Jesus shit you DOG." Conrad chuckled. "How the hell'd you pull - oh. Ohhhhhh. I noticed your swimsuit was a bit different - "

Danielle coughed. "She... she found me a spare."

"You ever gonna wash it?"

"I'm giving it back."

"Hell, I'll take it. Go for a lot on eBay HI JAY yeah it sure fits." Conrad waves to Jay as she exited the change room.

Danielle coughed. "Yeah, it's nice."

"You know, Danno can rock the Black Canary outfit if you don't wanna - "

I'm going to throw him into the sun. "Yeah, no, that's just fine."

[Bombshell]

"No? That's too bad, I'd totally pay to see you in it, Dani." Jay shared a guy-grin with Conrad, even if it was the prettiest one ever, then eyed Danielle speculatively. I really would like to see her in it, that'd be something.

Jason called Bill back in and informed his bug-eyed stare that the suit fit fine. Since her swimsuit hadn't survived her taking it off, she asked him if they could spare any of the merchandise clothing. Two minutes later, Bill returned with two complete sets of clothing for the girls, including shoes, caps, and sport bras, everything liberally marked with the XWF logo.

While Jason changed into her new clothing, Bill packed her uniforms into a duffel bag and told her her itinerary for tomorrow, and that she had to be at the arena by one p.m. at the latest. Jason sighed, then nodded, her new clothing strained by her impressive measurements.

She gathered up all her bags, including the new duffel bag, then turned to her two companions. "Well, what should we do no -" Jay began, only to be cut-off by the audible grumbling of her stomach. Jason looked down and saw nothing but overstuffed shirt, her cheeks colouring slightly.

"Well, considering the time, I guess it's supper time, eh? Going back to the Hotel fine with you two?" She ignored Bill's begging to take them all out for a fully comped meal.

The Trio took the limo back to the Saratoga, Conrad getting envious glances from being seen accompanied by the two improbably gorgeous women as they got in and out of the limo.

Heading up the private elevator, Conrad got off at his and Dani's room floor, while Jason and her continued up to hers, so Dani could get her own bags from their trip through the market.

Jason couldn't keep her eyes off of Dani's ass as she bent over to pick up her bags. When Dani turned around, she found Jay looking at her while she sprawled on her stomach on the bed, her head propped up by a hand.

"Care to stay here and just order room service, Dani? We could trade stories on having to deal, y'know?" Jason said, inhaling deeply, breasts bulging as they pressed against the mattress. "I'm sure you got some great ones, having had an extra year being...blonde."

[Magnum Opus]

"Uh - " She looked to Conrad, who gave her the thumbs up. "... sure, yeah. Staying in sounds good. I should warn you, I have a food thing. I can only eat things that taste good."

[Bombshell]

Jason arched a dark brow, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Funny, Dani, that-" Whatever else Jason was going to say was interrupted by another audible grumble from her stomach.

"Let's find out what the Saratoga has that's good, eh? I'm as hungry as a horse. Hell, I'm hungry enough to eat a horse. And a cow. And a pig. And a couple of chickens." Jason slapped her small, taut waist, almost proudly, then gave Danielle a sheepish grin. "Eat three times as much as when I was a guy, and I still don't have the slightest idea where it all goes."

The overly attractive girls ordered a large variety of meals to sample from, though Jason avoided the seafood dishes - since her eruption, she had developed a deep distaste of seafood, along with a very large sweet tooth. There was many a dessert consumed as well.

They set some movies to play on the big-screen plasma UHD TV and traded stories and anecdotes back and forth, their comfort in each other's company from the day following them into the evening. Danielle talked about some of the other Nova gatherings she had attended and what training to be a civic defender was like. Jason mentioned some of the incidences she had already had since joining the fairer sex as well as some of the funnier locker room stories from her hockey days - a great many of which sounded even more shocking coming from such a stunning beauty. They laughed, almost giggled, and sometimes their cheeks glowed pink, but they were having fun.

Still, the night grow long, and though neither woman felt even remotely tired, still, former habits dictated that the night should either end, or proceed to another level. Their easiness with each other began to fray and grow awkward, as they though about the possibilities. But they had just met, and neither of them could bring herself to make the first move.

Jason got up and sauntered to the duffel bag that held her XWF outfit and pulled out a pair of tickets, then made her graceful way back to Dani, who stood self-consciously by the door.

"Well, uh, guess I'll seeya tomorrow, hmm, Dani? I hope?" Jason handed Dani the pair of tickets with one hand, the other rubbing her own neck.

Jason opened the door for Danielle, since she had her hands mostly full with her bags from the market. She didn't know whether to shake Dani's hand, give her a hug, French-style, or steal a kiss, but hesitating was making her look stupid.

Jason ended up settling for a handshake, which somehow turned into a guy-hug, shoulders bumping. This was equally awkward as both Dani and Jason possessed equally substantial attributes and the guy-hug turned into something more than intended. Their eyes locked, faces flaming, before both turned away in embarrassment (and maybe something more).

"Er, um, g'night?" "See - see you tomorrow, and yeah, good night." Jason closed the door on the unease with a sigh, leaning against it with her back.

Idiot! I should have said something, I think she may have stayed. But I just met her and I don't want to rush things...Damn... Well, guess it's another night with my good friend, right hand. Fuck.

[Magnum Opus]

"Good luck at the match."

Danielle walked back to her room, scratching behind her head. Coulda asked her. Too soon. But coulda.

Well, we just met.

Still. I coulda.

Danielle didn't need to sleep that much, so she spent a few hours awake, flipping through the TV channels and staring at the roof.

I shoulda.

Well, maybe tomorrow.

[Bombshell]

Jason pushed off the door with a sigh, then stripped down to her panties before settling on the bed to watch a few more movies. She wasn't tired - she very rarely ever got tired - but her mind still insisted on two or three hours of sleep a night, though she could shrug that off for weeks if she really had to.

The first movie was the newest blockbuster with Lydia Divine and Jason couldn't help notice with a smirk, looking down, that she had an even more impressive pair of tits than the blonde movie star. One hand caressed a breast as the other slipped beneath her boy-cut panties, while her thoughts drifted back to the blonde who had just left her room a little while ago. Her self-ministrations only became more vigorous during the next movie, a porn starring Narcosis.

Gotta say this, women certainly got the better deal with regards to spending time alone. I don't know if it's erupting during mind-blowing sex, going several months without, or missing a chance with a woman who looks like Dani, but the hornies are hitting hard tonight.

Sometime after the porn had finished, Jason had satisfied herself enough that she could rest for a few hours, her mind drifting, dreaming, dreams both pleasant and disturbing.

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Jason woke feeling refreshed and energized, a wide, satiated smile on her lips. She twisted out of bed with her matchless grace then took a luxurious shower. Done, she put on the inadequate, complimentary robe then ordered up a breakfast big enough for four men.

Waiting for her meal, Jason was surprised that she hadn't heard from Katya yet. She tried the connecting door and found it unlocked - peeking in, she raised a brow, seeing that the room was pretty much empty.

Well, seems like someone else got lucky, Jason thought, remembering Conrad mentioning Ryusei and Katya blipping away together. She couldn't quite stop feeling a spike of jealousy, though she knew that she and Kat couldn't be together like they had been for the last three years.

She was distracted from her musings by a knock at the door, her breakfast having arrived. She got her breakfast cart, the hotel staffer getting a smile and a good view of cleavage as his only tip, which he seemed perfectly fine with.

She dug in with gusto, taking a look at the gratis newspaper. Seeing the front page, her eyes went wide, nearly choking on a piece of steak. Aww, fuck!

The headline read: Knockout Bombshell in Love with Herself. Some ninja paparazzo had gotten a picture of them kissing in the ocean, a good portion of their pressed together, bare breasts viewable.

Jason could feel her annoyance rising, as well as her embarrassment, reading some of the stories and theories concerning her and Dani's relationship. She particularly disliked the one that suggested she was just a quantum-clone of Knockout.

Disgusted, she threw the tabloid away then got dressed, just a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt - at least she thought is was plain. She had missed the white printing across the front, advertising that she was only 49% angel. She pulled her long hair back in a ponytail and put on her running shoes, finally dry after their accidental swim in the hot tub.

She picked up her duffel bag, containing her XWF outfit, and headed out the door. Before setting out for the arena, she paused at Ryusei's door.

"Ryusei?...Kat?" Jason wasn't sure what she would feel if she heard her former girlfriend answer, but pushed on nonetheless. "I'm heading out to the arena now. I gotta be there for one, even though it doesn't start 'til seven. Prep stuff and media stuff I guess."

[Ryusei Hideyoshi]

Ryusei Came to the door, clad in Khaki shorts and a subdued hawaiian shirt. He greeted her with a smile and nodded. "You want us to tag along now, in case the paparazzi decides to go nuts on you again?"

It was clear he'd been up and read the paper. He smiled. "If not then I'm going to go find you something nice to celebrate your victory tonight, Something I know you'll like."

[Bombshell]

Jason gave Ryusei a complicated shrug, trying to convey that she thanked him for the thought, yet would've preferred he hadn't seen the headlines at all.

"Uh, thanks, Ryusei, but we don't all have to have our afternoons occupied by annoyances. The fighters have to get there early for pre-match testing, checkin' our power levels to make sure the matches are still relatively even and for drugs." Jason gave a sigh and shook her head, long hair swaying. "And, we got interviews to do too, But hey! Looking like this and being on TV, I'm gonna have to learn to deal with it, eh?"

Jason's gaze was pulled pass Ryusei as she saw Katya in the room, dressed in a pair of short-shorts and a halter top, who looked up and saw him. Their gazes locked, eyes of twilight tied to ones of silvery-grey, an eternity lasting an instant. In that moment, everything that needed to be said between them was said. After three years togther, no words or gestures were needed and in their hearts, they let each other go. They were still friends, even the best of friends, but there was no chance of anything more. They would both have to move on, despite everything that tied them together.

Jason turned her eyes back to Ryusei, indigo eyes that were twinkling brighter than he had ever seen. There was an unfathomable smile of her perfect lips.

"If you have to insist on getting me something, please don't let Kat have a hand in choosing it, I can only handle so much." Jason stepped even closer to Ryusei, close enough that her breasts began to press against his chest. Her incredibly smooth soprano was soft in his ear. "Take care of her, Ryusei, and never hurt her... If you do... I'll fuckin' kill you."

Ryusei answered, his voice just as soft, his tone serious. "If I ever hurt her, Jason, I deserve it."

Jason stepped back and gave Ryusei a nod, former man to man - they understood each other. Katya got a wave and a smile.

"Later you two, have fun this afternoon and I'll see you guys later at the Havok, 'kay?"

Jason turned and headed for the elevators, hips swaying with the careless saunter in her step. Her life had drastically changed, but she would survive.

[Magnum Opus]

Danielle stared at the newspaper photo. Then she looked to Conrad, and then, back to the photo.

"I totally think you're over-reacting, dude - "

"No, gonna do it. Good bye, cruel world." Danielle got up, and walked towards the window.

"It won't even - "

Danielle tilted, and fell out the window. Conrad sighed, as a second later there was the dull thump of her hitting pavement. "Okay, and three, and two, one..."

Danielle floated back up, a little dusty. "I need to try from further up."

"You need to chill out, Dani. Aright? So you kissed her and they took a picture and your top's off. It's not the end of the world."

"What if it had been you?"

"Well, if it had been me I wouldn't have been doing this - " Conrad waved his hand around spastically. "With the hand. Grab the tit or don't, but don't wave it around like you're hailing the world's first waterproof cab."

"You know what I mean."

"Listen, just put it aside. It's out there. Nothing you can do. Concentrating on important things, like just how good was - "

"I shouldn't kiss and tell." Danielle blushed. "But oh good golly."

"Did you, you know, steal a base?"

"I don't even know how you'd use the analogy with us two."

"You gonna see her again, if you can help it?"

"Yeah. Oh yeah. Gonna text her, actually..." Danielle pulled out her phone, tapping away with superhuman speed.

SAW PAPER SHOOT ME DEAD

[Bombshell]

Jason reached the elevator just as she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She flipped it open and saw the text from Dani.

SAW PAPER SHOOT ME DEAD

Dramaqueen! Guess she saw the tabloids too... I hope this doesn't ruin any chance of us getting together again. Normally, Jason hated texting, but superhuman dexterity made it easy, her naturally manicured nails not impeding her in the least.

BURNT SUIT FIGHT WORST

AT LEAST U REAL NOT Q CLONE

THIS NOT SO

THIS IS STUPID

Fine, she still hated texting. Jason paged down in her phonebook and dialed Danielle. Privately, she was perversely glad that the picture seemed to bother Dani more than it did her. How bitchy was that?

<Hey, Dani, guess you saw the Enquirer, huh? Look, yeah it sucks, but it's still not as bad as your YouTube-Tacular XWF match, right? And... well...>

Jason hesitated, not sure if she was saying too much, then finished in a rush. <I think it is was worth it. I gotta head over to the arena now, do you - This is still stupid! I'm just a floor up. I'm coming down.>

Jason snapped her phone shut, then swiftly headed for the stairs and moments later, she was knocking at Dani's door.

[Magnum Opus]

Conrad opened the door. "Jay, she's trying to throw herself out a window and not doing too well. She needs a hug - "

A show went flying by Conrad's ear. "No, no, I'm done jumping out a window for today. God, though. Hi Jay. Caught the news? I hate looking at pictures of myself. Well, not hate it but you know. You're having the same day I am, then?"

[Bombshell]

Jason raised a quizzical brow, noticing the concrete dust on Danielle's shoulder. She really jumped out a window? I just want to rip the tabloid reporter in half.

"Yeah, I saw the tabloids too, Dani. And I know exactly what you mean, this is the first time seeing myself on the front page...," Jason said with a shrug and an uncomfortable smile. "I really can't believe some of the shit they make up."

She sighed and slipped into the room pass Conrad. "Seems like, I am havin' the same day, though mine is just startin'. I gotta head out to the Arena now, but after seein' the tabloids, I wanted to stop by to see how you were doin', Dani." Jason's sexy soprano dropped to a mutter. "I'm sure the interviews I have to give are goin' to be fun." Jason finished with a snort then looked back up at Danielle.

"You are still coming to the Havoc, right?" Jason's gaze flitted from Dani to Conrad and back, a playful grin tugging at one side of her mouth. "And if you need a hug... I'm willing."

Jason spread her arms, unaware that her posture shifted subtly to make her voluptuous figure seem even more prominent, a hip cocked to the side.

[Magnum Opus]

"I'll take it if you don't want it - "

Danielle chucked another shoe at Conrad, and stood up, giving Jay the man-hug where the primary rule was 'don't let the crotches touch.' "Yeah, I'm coming to your big thing, don't worry about that - put the camera down, Conrad - and I'm gonna watch you win and we'll break out the champagne."

[Bombshell]

"Awesome! That's incentive enough to win." Hugs sure are different as a girl, girl with a huge rack anyway... Nice though.

Jason looked at her watch with an expression of disappointment. "Shit! I really gotta go, seeya in a few hours, Dani. Conrad." She gave Danielle's friend a nod. To hell with it. "Here you go, dude."

Jason gave Conrad a hug, pressing her breasts firmly against his chest, then slipped out the door before Conrad's hands had a chance to wander, snickering at the look on his face.

She strutted to the elevator, whistling with unconcern, heading for the limosine to take her to the Anillo de Havok.

[Magnum Opus]

"Holy shit - "

"Dude, don't even start - "

"And you get that whenever you want it - "

"Not the same when they're you know ATTACHED TO YOU - "

"S'not what I mean, dude. She wants you. You want her, right?"

"Mmmm. Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"What's the hold up, then? You shouldn't be slamming the brakes, you should be going full steam ahead."

"Mmmm." Danielle shrugged. "It'd be my first time. Hers too. I think it'd be awkward."

Conrad rolled his eyes. "You know, if I was in your position - "

"If you were in my position we'd never get you out of the shower. No, it'll happen when we're ready. Or maybe not. If it happens, though?" Danielle waved the newspaper. "Indoors."

[Ryusei Hideyoshi]

Ryusei and Kat spent the afternoon seeing the sites all over the Country, marveling at how it had changed from the dismal way it used to be. Of course this trip was ended on a return to the hotel, ostensibly to get ready for the fight, though that only happened after a round of sex in the bathroom.

Finally dressed and ready, he Teleported himself and Katya to the fight, presenting the tickets for himself and Katya and being shown inside.

"Here we go eh? From Art and theater and scenery to watching novas bash the utter hell out of each other."

He chuckles. "Life is a study in contrasts."

He smiles. "I'm sure Jason will win. He's got his own nova cheering section." From his words it was clear the empty seats nearby were for Conrad and Danielle, and when pressed Ryusei shrugged. "When I first heard, and people spoke of it, I bought the entire row of tickets. I've given them out, generally to those who wouldn't be able to come, or expressed interest, but I kept the seats near where I wanted to sit."

[Bombshell]

Jason made it to the limousine, her ravishing smile at thinking about Danielle turning into a slight, yet still stunning, frown as she noticed all the looks turned her way. Obviously, she knew she got stared at all the time now, but now, she couldn't tell if it was her appearance that was the cause of the attention or the tabloid stories about her and Dani.

Jason sat down in the back of the limo with a sigh of relief, glad to be away from the prying eyes, even if only for a little while. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, foot tapping - the trip to the Anillo de Havok seemed a lot longer without anyone to share the ride with, save a silent, awestruck - yet professional - driver.

The driver parked in the underground lot reserved for the performers. Even as she stepped out into the organized chaos, a minion - her name tag labelled her 'Colleen' - was already coming up to her, itinerary in hand.

Colleen led Jason to her small dressing room, obsequiously asking if there was anything, anything, she could do for her. Jason took the itinerary and looked at it, her lips twisted almost into a sneer. What kind of divas are these XWF fighters? I hope I don't end up like that.

"Thanks, Colleen, I'm good, just get me to my dressing room." The minion seemed crestfallen, but dutifully led her charge to her dressing room.

Jason quickly changed into her uniform, then appraised herself in the mirror with a frown. Hmm, is it just me or does the suit look even tighter than before? Must be my imagination and anticipation. I am gonna be fighting in front of millions of people.

She took a deep breath, posing in the mirror with her hands on her hips, shoulders back, in the classic hero pose. Fuck! My tits look freakin' huge! Gee, I wonder where the cameras are gonna be focused?

She noticed her long, loose silver hair and realized that it might be a hindrance, but cutting it wouldn't do anything - it would grow back before the fight. Instead, using her her inhumanly deft fingers, she quickly twisted her hair into a thick, intricate braid, a few loose tresses framing her face. Better, I guess.

Done with her preparations, Jason headed to the 'weigh in' with Tor Fjellanger. It wasn't like in boxing, this 'weigh in' judged their quantum powers, to make sure the fight was relatively even. She was surprised to find out that her strength had increased a small degree and that her physical resiliency showed marked improvement, but was still within acceptable limits.

Jason also got her first look at who she would be fighting - she almost felt guilty. Backstab was a tiny runt of a man, at least a foot shorter than her. He had black hair and eyes, and seemed to be made all of sharp edges, triangular face, pointy chin, a long spike of a nose. He sort of reminded her of a rat. Backstab turned her way, smiling, his tongue running along his thin lips. Ugh! I'm not gonna feel guilty about kickin' the crap outta this pipsqueak, anymore.

Her stomach churned with anxiety as she saw what was next on her itinerary - the round of interviews. Once she started talking though, her attention focused more on the interviewers than the camera, her nervousness seemed to fade.

She was able to make a few lighthearted comments about her and Dani that managed to be both funny and endearing. She glossed over her eruption glibly, making herself sound both sympathetic and grateful. She was particularly pleased by being able to turn the tables on that one asshole from Fox who kept hounding her about her sex change - with the XWF having final approval, he ended up looking like a complete douchebag on TV.

Huh, that wasn't so bad.

Ba-da-bing!

Bing! Mega-Charisma 1, developed.

Jason finally managed to lose the cloying Colleen, and still had more than two hours before the Havok officially started.

She headed to the workout room to warm up. Jason had only been at her exercises for about twenty minutes, trying to ignore the intent stares when she finally realized that she was the only woman there. Doggedly, she continued her shoulder presses until Duke 'Core' Baron pointed at himself, then her (well, really, her boobs) then what she believed indicated his private dressing room, mouthing the word 'Meltdown' - then she fled back to her own dressing room.

It would only be later on that Jason would discover that there was a work out room exclusively for the women.

Jason watched the rest of the pre-fight show on the small screen in her room, catching a few of her interviews. Hey, those did end up pretty good. I was half afraid I'd end up seeming like a bimbo. Don't remember crossing my legs like that though.

The pre-fight show ended, and Colleen found her again to bring her to one of the staging areas below the ring - Bombshell was scheduled to fight third, after a couple of preliminary matches. Bombshell bounced on her toes, hands fisted at her sides, excited and anxious for the fights to start.

The Havok in Havana was about to start.

[Magnum Opus]

The line was long. Danielle was in her disguise, along with Conrad, both of them having decided to go incognito - well, Danielle decided, and Conrad went along with it.

"I wonder if anyone's ever gotten hurt at these things?"

"Hmmm?" Danielle snapped out of her daydream, and looked at Conrad. "Hurt?"

"Yeah. Like at a hockey game, a puck flies off the ice or something and hits someone in the crowd. They're tossing around fire and lightning and stuff. What happens if there's a stray hit?"

"Well... there's the glass..."

"And we know how sturdy XWF manufacturing is."

"Well, I"ll be fine. If a quantum death whatever flies at you I'll try to be in front of it in time."

"Did you bring a quantum death proof bra?"

Danielle rolled her eyes, and stepped up to the ticket booth, waving the comp passes that Jay had gotten them.

[Bombshell]

"Ladies, gentlemen, and XWF fans of all ages, welcome to the Havok in Havana!" The commentator was a heavy-set man in his fifties, with glasses, a string tie about this thick neck, and a black stetson on his head. His enthusiastic voice was flavoured with the South.

"I'm Jim Ross, and in the booth with me, as ever, is Jerry 'The King' Lawler. And do we ever have a show for you! What do you say, Jerry?"

"Hooo-boy! Do we evah, J.R.! Three - three! - Championship matches!" Jerry 'The King' Lawler was older than Jim Ross, but was still very physically fit and looked twenty years younger - though some of that may have been payed for. "That tiny spitfire, 'The Upset Queen' Melinda Guzman is facing the blurring speed of 'Windfury' Mariko Yukiko. Could this be the beginning of another Triple Crown."

"I don't know about that, Jerry. I think the fighters for the Red Circle Championship might have something to say about that. The reigning champion, the Mumbai film star, Raja Ravana, the Demon King, has always been a formidable opponent, his four arms giving him a tremendous advantage in grapples. And the challenger, Crimson Light is too handy by two halves with those Crimson Razors of his."

"Bah! That young hotshot has no chance against a veteran of the ring like Ravana. He's all flash, no substance. But I see what you mean, J.R., when Guzman won her Triple Crown, there wasn't a 'Core' or 'Superbeast' vying for the Black Circle Crown. Jeez-Louise! It seems like those two are always fighting for the Black Crown at these things."

"You can say that again, Jerry. This is the fifth time they've faced each for the title, but Superbeast looks really hungry this time and-"

"Core will beat him again. Experience trumps flash, nineteen times out of twent-"

"Don't tell Superbeast that, Jerry, I don't think he counts the same way you do. I'm surprised that he isn't in the grudge match with Maxx Mauler and Christine 'The Terminatrix' Jerensky, the claws would really be flying then."

"I may not think he has what it takes to beat Core, but Superbeast has too much claw for those two and the hate they have for each other. Speaking of hate, there will be plenty of it in the Conflagration, hooo-ey!"

"Eight Novas. One ring surrounded by the vitrium shield. Random jets of fire flaring. There will be fury enough for Armageddon in there. Fury that our two newcomers in the Red Circle Rookie Rumble may someday face. The sly, teleportin' Backstab and the amazonian Bombshell-"

"Sweater puppies! J.R., we haven't had a girl in the ring built like that since Knockout at the East versus West Superfight a year and a half ago. We can only be so lucky so have another glorious wardrobe malfunction, and see those puppies run free. By the way, has everyone one seen the tabloids? It seems Bombshell and Knockout know each other already. Imagine it J.R. - just imagine it, both of those hotties in the Combat Zone at the same time."

"Jerry! Bombshell is more than just an extremely attractive young filly, she is a very physically gifted fighter, with more athletic prowess than most rookies - and many veterans - we've had competing in the Red Circle. I will admit that she does bare a remarkable resemblance to Knockout - that photo in the paper showed ample evidence of that - and another Canuckian boy erupting like that... What is in the water up there in the Great White North?"

"Boy, girl, who cares, J.R.. If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and sounds like a duck, it's duck enough that I want to <cough> see her great danes. Win or lose, we're all winners seeing a woman like Bombshell in the ring."

THUMP!

The Purple Polyp was pasted high on the vitrium shield with a car thrown by 'Butcher' Moretti. The wrecked car dropped to the ground with a crash, followed a moment later by the unconscious form of the Polyp.

The scrappy mitoid was declared the winner, his record improving to 1-43, as the riotous crowd began chanting, 'Butcher, Butcher, Butcher...'

As the winning Butcher and the defeated Polyp were led below the Combat Zone to the staging area, the vitrium shield frosted over in near-opaque white. The sounds of the Kombat Krewe could be heard over the blaring rock music as they adjusted the modular structure for the next fight.

"Well, Jerry, you wish is about to come true. It looks like we're about to see if Bombshell is more than just a pretty face because she's up next to confront Backstab in the Red Circle Rookie Rumble."

[Magnum Opus]

Danielle bristled at the announcer. "Sweater puppies...! More than just a pair of big tits, you know. They all sound like idiots when they go on about that." She folded her arms, clearly grumpy.

"If she throws Backstab a little too close to the announcers booth I'll... well, I'll stop it but I won't enjoy it."

[Curtis Shane]

Jim Ross then added, "And right before we start, you've may have heard about it on N!, well, we introduce our new co-commentator. For the first time, meet our new pre-match, post-match, and in-match analyst, nova Curtis Shane!" The camera then cut to a young, dark blonde with glasses with an anxious grin. "Thank you, Jim and Jerry, it's great to be here."

"Yeah, well how's it look starting out?" "Naturally," Curtis responded, "you won't know for sure till one is down, but my money's on Bombshell. She's got the strength, the resiliency and recovery, the speed even. Those are what count here." "You're not counting Backstab's teleporting ability?"

"No Jim. I doubt Backstab is quick enough or powerful enough to capitalize on the setup he can get from teleporting. I'm sure Bombshell will get a hit or two in before an escape, and all she really needs a few good ones. Bombshell all the way!"

"Thank you Curtis, and.... here we go, ladies and gentlemen!"

[Bombshell]

Jason was surprised at feeling a flash of annoyance at hearing Jerry mention her 'sweater puppies' - the term had always amused her before, but now...

Jason felt her anticipation rise as she saw the Purple Polyp being carried off in a stretcher. Despite the obvious danger inherent in a fight with Novas, she was surprisingly unconcerned about her own safety - she wanted to compete.

Though her excitement was peaking, her anxious fidgeting eased, then stopped altogether. Bombshell stepped onto the platform that would raise her to the arena above, her movements impossibly fluid and balanced. She stood on the platform, her breathing deep and steady, waiting for it to rise. Tall and relaxed, twilight eyes luminous with eagerness, silver braid gleaming, everyone found their gazes drawn to the ineffably stunning amazon, mouths open in silence and awe.

Game Junk

Activating Physical Prodigy and Awe-Inspiring for the scene.

~~.~~.~~.~~.~~.~~.~~.~~.~~

The rock music was cut-off with the suddenness of a guillotine, the frosted vitrium shield fading back into clarity. The ring had been altered, roughened vitrium columns and crossbeams rising for several stories like the bones of a skyscraper made of glass. Large, abstract oblongs of the same material littered the arena floor, cover... and weapons for those strong enough to wield them.

The arena went dark, save for the bright, fluorescent glow emanating from the vitrium super-structure and the spotlight aiming at the center of the ring, illuminating the ring announcer, Micheal Buffer.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... XWF fans of all ages, welcome to the Red Circle Rookie Rumble. In the black corner... standing five foot two... let's hear some noise for the Dancer of Shadows! He's slight. He's sly. He does it.. from.. behind! He's BaaaaackStaaaab!"

The heavy thrumming of L70ETC's Rogues Do It From Behind blaring through the sound system. Shadows coalesced from nowhere, rising into a pillar before flowing away, revealing a small, pale, angular man dressed in matte black. His triangular face was graced with a wide smirk and a long beak of a nose.

He raised his bare arms over his head, and the shadows flowed once more, twining up his arms, then painting his hands with glossy black, his fingers growing overlong, tapering into razor sharp points.

The crowd roar started slowly, but built into a cacophonous melange of cheers and jeers. The announcer let it build for a couple of minutes, then his voice rose over the crowd's dying voice.

"In the white corner... Standing six foot two... Let's hear you holler for the prettiest flower to ever enter the Red Circle. The Amazing Amazon, the Voluptuous Valkyrie, the Buxom, the Beautiful... BoooommmbSheeellllll!"

Bombshell rose to the arena to the strains of Battle without Honour or Humanity. Her heart hammered so hard she barely heard the music, her eyes scanning the crowd, seeing all those faces turned her way. It was never this way when I was on the ice, even when I was the star.

The cameras focused on her, throwing her image on the Jumbotron. The camera panned up legs that went for miles, strong and perfect, lingered on the impressive thrust of her incredible breasts, then held steady on her face. The imposing beauty of her countenance was seared into the eyes of everyone who beheld it, live or digitally, their breath stolen by the slight, confident curve of her succulent lips. Bombshell herself was unaware of her instinctual smile.

More Game Junk

Almost Live has reared its head.

She thrust an arm in the air, hand balled in a fist, silver braid dancing like the lashing tail of a predatory cat.

The crowd was utterly silent for a long moment, long enough that Bombshell's smile began to waver, then the crowd POPPED! The crowd's voice swelled into a thunderous roar, rolling over her like an energizing wave. She laughed, her sultry soprano a silvery trill.

Bombshell basked in the cheers for a full five minutes before the crowd quieted to collect its breath. Micheal Buffer stepped into the relative quiet to deliver his trademark and get the fight started.

"Let's get Readeeeeee tooooo Rummmmmm-Bullllllll!!" The announcer sunk below the arena on his platform, the bell rung, and the fight was on.

Bombshell wasted no time going on the offensive, her long legs carrying her swiftly to her foe. Backstab waited, balanced, poised, ready to make his move. He couldn't help be feel aroused at seeing this impressive goddess of a woman gunning for him.

She came within range and a long leg lashed out with a flawless crescent kick. Just as her foot was about to connect with his head, Backstab dissolved into intangible shadow and disappeared. Simultaneously, a new shadow formed above the silver-haired knockout, then dropped on her, black talons raking down her back.

Sharp fingers cut through her braid and outfit as easy as butter, drawing thin threads of blood down her backside. Bombshell felt the cut of those blade-like fingers, but the pain did not impede her in the least, and her flesh tingled as it already began to knit.

With reflexes faster than any baseline, she whirled, more graceful than a Prima Ballerina Assoluta, a hand angled down to chop at the smaller Backstab. He barely got an arm up block, and Bombshell smiled a feeling the crunch as it gave way beneath her greater strength.

Backstab still had that smirk on his face though, and before Bombshell had a chance to follow up with another attack, his other hand slashed across her breasts, shredding her outfit even more and slashing deep. Her face went red with fury and embarrassment, her yell more for fear of a Knockout-class wardrobe malfunction than the pain. Thankfully, the top held, though wide, horizontal slashes showed ample amounts of female flesh. Her sigh of relief strained her outfit's remaining integrity to the max.

Bombshell continued her spin, building even more momentum. A leg went up to full vertical extension, then came down in possibly the most beautiful axe kick ever seen. Again, Backstab dissolved into shadows before she connected. Her foot hit the ground with savage force.

Immediately, Bombshell rolled to the side to avoid a riposte strike... but none came. She looked around, searching for the little bastard, but didn't see him. Her indigo eyes, bright with fight, narrowed as she looked up, considering the vitrium columns and crossbeams above her.

Smiling grimly, she began working her way up to the high ground, jumping and flipping with smooth grace, enough to make the best of Cirque de Soleil seem like lame slugs.

Where are you, you tiny turd? Follow me up here if you dare!

[Curtis Shane]

Curtis studied the opening engagement with interest. "Well, Jim, Backstab was be quicker than I thought, but Bombshell can put a little more oomph in that reaction, she'll smash Backstab. He's open when he reappears, for sure."

Click to reveal..

Activating Analyze Weakness, focusing on Backstab's tactics.

Int

(18:12:59) ChatBot: (Curtis) rolls 3d10 and gets 5,4,6.

Mega-Int

(18:13:07) ChatBot: (Curtis) rolls 3d10 and gets 5,7,3.

2 sux.

If Bombshell hears the commentary or otherwise uses this tactic, she gains the fluff equivalent of two additional dice if she hits Backstab while he's teleporting in.

[Bombshell]

Bombshell crouched on the very top of a column, posing like a curvaceous gargoyle as she tried to locate Backstab. The comments from the announcers and the chanting of the crowd were washing over her when shadows began writhing all around her, twining up columns, coiling about crossbeams. She never saw the larger shadow crawling up the opposite side of a column as easy as if it was level ground.

One long leg left her perch to steady herself, then she began working her way back down. She leapt among the crossbars with an instinctively enticing grace, her trouble with the dancing shadows only noticeable to those with a nova's discerning eye.

Bombshell had only gone fifteen feet down, when Backstab launched himself from the concealing shadows, coming at her from behind. However, he had misjudged Bombshell's deceptive speed, shadow-wrought claws slashing through the leather on her thigh, but unable to penetrate her resilient flesh.

The two of them became engaged in a predatory ballet, thirty feet above the arena floor, one a small, blurred from, wrapped in tatters of darkness, the other tall and impossibly gorgeous, silver hair - that had grown back long and free - a gleaming tail behind her. The leapt and spun among the columns and crossbars with a dangerous elegance.

The shadows in her mind were just enough to stop Bombshell from landing a direct hit, though Backstab was still staggered from the tremendous strength of each blow. Bombshell made only the minimal effort to avoid his attacks, yet as the battle went on, she seemed to moving faster and faster. On the other hand, Backstab's building injuries and quick expenditure of quantum began slowing him down, his strikes having little force behind them.

Bombshell narrowly avoided a slash to her face, then spun around a column, gaining momentum. She came around the column, feet extended for a punishing kick, when Backstab dissolved into shadow once more, just before she connected. Landing on a crossbeam, she let loose a feminine snarl of rage, and immediately leapt for the rematerializing shadow three meters above her.

Her extended hands wrapped around Backstab's forearms with steel crushing force. With a satisfied growl, she pulled him close into a bone-breaking embrace. Pulling her legs up to squeeze his hips with her powerful thighs, she forced them plummet together to the ground, fifty feet below, making sure he was on the bottom.

In the rising feel of impending triumph, she didn't even care where she had smothered her opponent's face.

[Eingar]

In one of the arena's ten private V.I.P skyboxes, close-ups of the action from various angles could be seen on the four plasma screens above the viewing window, which was itself one-way mirrored vitrium. Though spacious enough and well-stocked enough for fifteen people's evening entertainment, the box had but three occupants.

The first stood at the back of the room next to the door. Dark hair, dark suit, and dark glasses combined with the earpiece radio mic and high-power SMG to complete the image. He stood alertly, not leaning against the wall nor allowing himself to be distracted by the images on the screens. He was a professional, here with a job to do.

Sitting in one of the chairs at the window was an attractive dusky brunette woman with Indian features, dressed in an elegant casual suit that did little to hide the sleek curves beneath it. She was currently watching the screen that showed Bombshell's duel in the girders against Backstab.

"Strange." She said absently to her companion. "You would think the teleporter would have the advantage."

The man next to her gave a short chuckle, his glacially-pale grey eyes watching the action down below. "The announcer called it right, Prativya. Mobility means nothing if you can't capitalise on it. And by the same token, all the power in the world is worth nothing without flexibility to deploy it correctly." He smiled slightly and went on watching the fight as the woman cast a sharp glance his way, trying to discern if there was any deeper meaning to his quietly-spoken observation, but the large man's handsome face was pleasantly inscrutable.

She took a moment to study him. Strongly masculine and nova-handsome, the man sat easily in the large comfy chair dressed in a pale cream casual suit. Under the jacket showed a sky-blue silk shirt with golden dragons embroidered on the collars in a design recognisably Nordic. Most of his shoulder-length blond hair was tied back loosely, the remnants framing the sun bronzed features below. A short, neatly trimmed beard framed an expressive mouth and strong jaw. The man radiated a subconscious leonine arrogance that underscored every movement, imbued every word with magnetic attraction and menace combined; even at times like now, when he was at ease, smiling, and looking as though he should be on the cover of a romance novel.

This was Einherjar, sometime menswear model, pin-up and heartthrob. None of those was really accurate to describe him, however, being the result of a carefully managed DeVries marketing campaign which he bore with faintly concealed amusement. What he did for a living was wage war, and this he did with all the focus and passion of a musical virtuoso.

As if aware of her scrutiny, the large Elite turned his head slightly, pale grey eyes returning Prativya's gaze. They appeared like nothing so much as animated crystals carved from some primordial ice, the irises catching blues and greens from the ambient light and refracting those colors in their prisms. The woman repressed a shiver with the admirable discipline befitting a high-placed executive and simply reached into her suit coat, withdrawing an envelope and placing it on the small table between them.

"You'll find everything you need in here." She told him as she rose. "I hope you will be satisfied. You have our thanks for a good job well done."

Einherjar glanced at the slim manila, then up at her. "You're not staying?" Prativya steeled herself to meet his smile, wanting nothing more than to stay with him, to try and melt the ice of his soul.

"I... have another appointment, Mr- I mean, Einherjar." She flushed a little, but that was the extent of her external reaction, she was certain. When his gaze turned back to the contest below, even though he was still smiling it felt as though the sun had turned away from her.

"Ah, well. Another time then?" He offered her a tanned, muscular hand as he rose with Old World courtesy to bid her goodbye. "Farewell, Prativya. And thank your principles for the skybox. It was most thoughtful of them. I've never attended an XWF event before." The Elite smiled warmly, and Prativya felt her knees weaken a little. She turned and walked briskly to the door, which the bodyguard opened for her, then followed her out.

Einherjar sat down and picked up the envelope containing his payment, tucking it into a concealed pocket of his eufiber clothing. He popped a canape into his mouth and sat back, watching as the Bombshell began dropping to the arena floor with Backstab's face plastered firmly into that impressive rack.

[Zombie]

Tasha slunk down the wall slowly, watching the people walk beneath her. She was wearing her tight black euphiber, and the hallway was empty now. Her ability to move in and out of places undetected was, at worst, spectacular. She ran silently down the hall, her black hair waving behind her. A piece or two falls out from the stress of waving down the hallway and not being tied up. There's a hole in her cheek that shows her brown teeth and the entire face is a blend of grays and greens. Pausing for only a moment, she seemed to run up the wall and attach herself to the ceiling, above the hanging light fixtures so it was nearly impossible to see her.

The two men were in suits. They spoke of monsters and mayhem in the ring, as the XWF event raged on. Another piece of her hair fell as they walked beneath her and Tasha almost fell while grabbing it out of the air. Her face was tense. The hole in her cheek was regenerating, but another one was appearing right above it. The blood looked dry as it appeared, as if it hadn't moved in weeks. Tasha was oblivious to it. The men continued speaking about getting to their box before the next event started. She considered killing them just so she could get into his room quicker, but she hadn't spoken to him in a long time anyway. Dropping silently from the ceiling she ducked around the corner and sprinted. If another person walked down the hallway, she would surely kill them.

Luckily for them, the room was not far. She stood outside the door for a long few moments, knowing that her desire was right there. She took a deep breath and stepped as if nothing was there. No sound was made as she turned the corner and strands of hair fell onto the ground. She smiled and it seemed to stretch the skin to the point of cracking, but healed almost instantly. More of her skin looked like it was rotting holes, but it was an ever shifting process. Stepping forward, heel to toe, foot by foot, she was almost instantly behind Einherjar. She leaned forward, rubbing her hands from his shoulders onto his chest and whispering ever so raspily into his ear.

"I missed you, dear."

[Eingar]

"What the hell?"

Einherjar was not an easily shocked man. He had a cool head and a quick wit, and could readily adapt to any situation, no matter how sudden or unexpected. His quick, flowing motions as he stood and turned in one heartbeat were deliberate and controlled. But even his nerve was tested by the sight of what had just been cosying up to him with easy familiarity. The woman was... rotting. There was no other word for it. She was decomposing rapidly and regenerating almost as rapidly, the whole horrible process lending what was once great beauty a truly horrendous aspect. Pale eyes narrowed in recognition, and a faint frown crossed his features as he quickly regained his composure. The whole process took maybe two seconds.

"Ms Kronkoff." Einherjar's glacial stare swept over Zombie like a chill wind, and then he smiled, an expression that did little to warm the cool politeness in his tone. "Yes, it's been a while." He gestured to the chair that Prativya had been using. "Seeing as you're here, won't you have a seat? I'm sure we'll find much to discuss. That is, of course, assuming you're not going to act ridiculously like a spurned lover again and run out of here pretending to cry."

[Zombie]

Tasha looked him up and down, very slowly and with much enthusiasm. She smiled to see that he didn't throw her by the wayside immediately. She did over react in their previous meeting, but it was something that she had planned. This meeting she barely even considered.

"You are being reasonable" she said, delighted that he wasn't freaking out. But then again, she knew he wouldn't freak out. That's what made him, him. "And I am glad to see it" Tasha said that with a wide smile, almost a grin. It showed off her teeth, her long and skinny teeth. Pointed and always hidden, like that of a needle. If she showed them too much, an accident was bound to happen. She sensually walked around the chairs as her euphiber changed form. It seemed to flow into a dress, which showed halfway up her leg. It was a dark, dark green which only made her rotten flesh more noticeable. She ran her fingers through her hair and some strands came out with it, but her hair never lost its mass.

The rotting skin would fade into normal looking flesh, then immediately fade into gray. It's like the oxygen's direct contact took the color right out of it. She sat in the chair, looking up at him expectantly, her eyes wide with sincere happiness and a touch of playfulness. Tasha crossed her legs, very lady-like, and tilted her head towards his chair. "Einherjar. Or, Mr. Nord" she said smiling "why don't we relax and have a good time". She winked. It wasn't attractive.

[Eingar]

"Einherjar is preferred." The Elite replied as he retook his seat with deceptively lazy grace. "I haven't gone by my human name since I formally joined DeVries." He nodded his head towards her, his expression one of cool civility as he popped another vol-au-vent into his mouth, neither too disgusted nor too afraid to eat.

"I assume by your greeting just now that your affections have not waned." He cast a glance her way, meeting her eyes in casual interrogation before going back to watching the match below.

[Zombie]

Tasha smiled broadly. "Yes, no point in accepting our human past" she said as she stroked a finger up his arm, leaning casually so she could look at him. The match in the ring didn't effect her at all. Especially with this nova next to him. "We are gods, Ein, so why don't others accept that".

When his attention went back to the ring, she looked a little annoyed. Tasha almost seemed to contemplate biting him playfully. Her head moved forward ever so slightly but she immediately stopped herself. She bit her lower lip, nearly taking part of it off. "DeVries let me go, you know" there was a hint of disappointment in her voice. "They told me my extracurricular activities were unhealthy and made them look bad. I think they need to look at what they actually do." She leaned in with a whisper, her lip reforming. "What we actually do.. "

[Eingar]

Einherjar glanced down at her finger, then up to meet Tasha's eyes. The seemingly-innocuous gaze smote Zombie with almost physical force, causing her hand to lift from her idol's arm and for her to check her forward lean towards him.

"Ms Kronkoff. It gives me no pleasure to tell you this, but I consider myself to be a professional warrior for hire. Your activities have been somewhat less than professional. In addition, I am not only not physically attracted to you, I find your appearance repellent. This is no fault of yours, nor mine." His voice was cold now, but maintaining the edge of civility. "I am happy to sit here with you and discuss matters, with an eye to us becoming friends, but I would ask you to keep your hands to yourself. If you do not this discussion, and any chance of future discussion, is over." The 'over' was a quietly-spoken knell of doom.

[Ryusei Hideyoshi]

Ryusei watched the spectacle of the match intently, it was hard o look away from Bombshell.

He did look over at Kat and smiles. "They're right. He's got the maneuverability, but can't capitalize on it in such a way as to win this." What she needs to do is..." He trailed off as she slammed them into the pavement. "That might have done it..."

[Magnum Opus]

"Ouch, yeah. That just might." Ryusei and Kat noticed Danielle wincing a bit at each hyper-powered blow. No UFC fan, was she. "Hope no one gets seriously hurt..."

[Ryusei Hideyoshi]

"I don't think that's to big an issue. Considering how hard she looks to be hitting I'd be more worried about how hurt Backstab would be."

He looks over to Danielle. "You'll never catch me in a ring like that anymore. not against someone who can smash six foot of concrete with a blow..."

[Firanis 'Fi' Flux]

"Come on Jase, you can take him! Go, go, go!" Katya cheered Bombshell on, perched on the edge of her seat. Though she flinched at each thunderous blow and razor sharp slash, she didn't look away, her eyes bright with excitement.

Kat leaned over, grinning at both Ryusei and Danielle - and Conrad too. "This is almost as fun - maybe as fun - as a hockey game."

The tiny sprite of a woman's attention was drawn back to the ring, her former boyfriend plunging to the ground, her opponent's head held in a place she was pretty sure Jason hadn't intended. Kat giggled, then jumped to her feat to cheer with the rest of the crowd.

"Bombshell! Bombshell! Bombshell!"