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Who: Snowman (toughbr8k) and...anybody?
Where: All over the damn place.
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.
Rating: PG...13 for...violence?

Summary: Okay, so here's the deal: there is no way in hell Snowman is allowing herself to be slowly poisoned, so she's going on the offensive. This is basically a place where you can volunteer to get your character randomly teleport-assaulted by a seven-foot-tall insect woman with a whip. How it goes after that would be up to personal communication, but I will say that Snowman's probably pretty goddamn difficult to beat (it's not out of the question, but I'm also not up for her getting killed just yet).
She's not actually invested in killing for killing's sake, but she'll do it if it's necessary, or possibly also if it seems like it'll be easy. But mostly she's after the candy. Feel free to PM or AIM me (mylemonlies) if you have a specific outcome in mind.

The Story:
The rulebook doesn't concern her much. She's used to rulebooks, used to games. She simply peruses it, memorizes the relevant information, then folds it up and leaves it carelessly on the seat of her wingback chair. So she's collared. So it's leaching poison into her bloodstream. So she needs candy to live.

All right. Time to go get some candy.

For some reason, she goes through the formality of stepping out of the door of her room, shutting it, and locking it. She straightens her shoulders, plants her feet for balance, smooths her tailcoat, and then disappears into thin air.

She's in search of her first victim. It's nothing personal. Just business.

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[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Seeing her raise her other hand snaps Karkat back into non-flailing action and he jerks back out of her reach.

Of course, this results in him falling on his ass, but at least he didn't get hit in the head.

[toughbr8k.livejournal.com]

Now the gun comes out. She flicks off the safety and points it at his throat. Her eyes are beginning to resemble those of a cat regarding a whole pitcher of cream.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Karkat freezes, staring first at the gun, then at the crazy bitch on the other end of it. After a moment during which he's certain he can hear blood dripping down his face, he scowls.

"So are you going to fucking shoot me?"

[toughbr8k.livejournal.com]

"Haven't decided. Try dropping your weapon."

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Moving slowly, he puts his sickle down on the floor and pushes it out of reach. Disarming himself really doesn't bother him that much--it isn't the only sickle in his sylladex, after all.

[toughbr8k.livejournal.com]

She's never really gotten the hang of the sylladex thing. So needlessly complicated. Sensible people have inventories.

She keeps her gun trained on him as he advances, because nothing is more dangerous than a cornered animal.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

He doesn't even bother to ignore the impulse to back away from her, but that only gets him as far as the wall behind him. With his back pressed against the wood, he starts to stand up slowly.

[toughbr8k.livejournal.com]

She follows him up with the muzzle, still moving forward. Her whip whispers along the floor behind her, leaving a small streak of blood from its tip.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

He snarls at her. This waiting thing is really not one of his favorite games.

"Well?"

[toughbr8k.livejournal.com]

"Patience, Knight."

She's more than close enough to accurately shoot him; this is just overkill.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

He really, really, really, really wishes that he had eye lasers. Then pewpewpew she'd be dead.

But since he doesn't, he waits, and tries not to let the suspense over whether or not he's going to get shot get to him.

[toughbr8k.livejournal.com]

She stops with the muzzle of the gun pressed to his throat and fondly regards him for a moment, smirking.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

Karkat tilts his head back a bit, glaring at her. That smirk grates on his nerves, though, and it takes all of 0.382 seconds for him to decide, fuck it, if she's going to shoot him, she'll shoot him, but that doesn't mean he's going to make it easy for her.

With this resolve, he grabs her wrist and jerks it forward, sinking his pointy troll teeth into her arm. Carapace or no, not much stands up to troll teeth.

[toughbr8k.livejournal.com]

There's a moment where his teeth click harmlessly against chitin, but troll teeth are sharp, and Karkat's jaw is strong from all the yelling; after a moment, they're scraping bloodless furrows, and then they've penetrated and he'll taste her blood.

She even feels a little ridiculous for a moment, standing there with a troll latched onto her arm. It is painful and humiliating.

But that's all right. She's an adaptable woman. She returns to plan A: bring whip arm up, smash the handle into Karkat's head.

[forevercapslock.livejournal.com]

With a mouth full of Snowman arm, Karkat doesn't managed to evade the blow a second time. He goes limp, though not until after his jaw tightens even more around her arm, leaving him hanging from it for a moment before he crumples to the floor.

[toughbr8k.livejournal.com]

She allows herself a small hiss of pain, though she'd really like to shriek and rip his head right off his neck, because that hurts.

Instead, she bends and takes the candy from wherever it manifests, and walks away, leaving a trail of red droplets from her hand.

Let him wonder why she let him live.