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{ 09 } I feel like a prized asshole, no-one even mentions my casserole

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[Annoyance. Amusement. Loss. Alone. Hurt. Hungry. Without the structure of more human thoughts they're a jumble, stronger than you'd expect, more raw. Basic.

But outwardly he just looks a combination of irritated and amused.]

Just...stop it. All of you. It's bad enough I can smell you, now I have to see it too? What. the. FUCK.

You look like rainbows. It's kind of ridiculous; if I laugh at you it's because you look like Glenda the Good Witch.

It's like I'm lost in fucking Bath and Body Works.

[A/N: Ed is gloriously Affected, and is currently both a receiver and a transmitter. Have fun!]

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[She squashes the concern as best she can, a little embarrassed. But the rest makes her blush and peek at him through her eyelashes.]

[And then...]

[She sporfles and covers her face with her hand.] Dude. I do not ooze. Well, except for that one Flood.

...

[Pardon her, she's having typical eighteen year old dork thoughts for a moment. Empathy Flood. New potential boyfriend in need of distraction. Empathy Flood.]

[Hmmmm...]

And, you know. Once a month.

[See? Zero filter. He's not even embarrassed by it; hey, it's blood. He can't be embarrassed by blood, it's food. Tasty, delicious food, and...okay, now he's a little embarrassed. Stop thinking about that, Ed, that's weird.

And then...pause. Backtrack, and probing confusion. Curiosity.]

...Why did you ooze during a flood?

Hee hee hee hee...[Her shoulders shake and she ducks her head. His TMI is a little embarrassing but mostly it amuses the hell out of her.] Yeah, if you wanna count the monthly baww-and-bleed. Least I don't have to worry about you having period-squick.

[The question derails her thoughts of possible empathically-fueled makeout sessions--for the moment.]

Oh that? I wasn't literally oozing, I just turned into this really uncool, manipulative, super evil slimeball bitch. You probably would have wanted to tear my throat out on principle. I needed to bathe after that even more than I did when I turned into my brother.

[No, she just has to worry about him wanting to bother her extra around that time. Either way he just smirks wolfishly, and it's evident enough from that anyway.]

Sounds super-fun. This uncool, manipulative, super-evil slimeball bitch have a name?

[More blush. Cause...yeah.]

Just Wanda. But she was like, Darth Wanda or something. She used everyone around her, and she was one of those girls who...teases and is mean spirited about it all. Cruel to men. Not the fun kinda cruel.

There were a few awesome things about her, but all in all...yeah no. Not worth your time. Trust me, I'm much more fun.

See, I always wondered why there weren't more chick siths. I mean...if you look at how you become one, it's pretty much a no-brainer. Then you'd get everybody wanting to jump on that train too, because let's face it, girls make pretty shitty Jedi; everybody wins.

[Which is...much less horrible than it sounds, he's just being LOGICAL here, but Ed doesn't really think before he speaks.

...And now he's wondering what she would be like as a Sith (...basically the fun kind of cruel this time) and that is...not conducive to conversation at all. Ed, just stop thinking. And emoting. Unless you're TRYING to send this conversation in that direction.]

[Oh Ed, Ed, Ed. The red lace just ain't doing it, is it? She shifts slightly in her seat, bringing one boot-clad knee into view, and shakes her head a little.]

Dude, let's be real. The reason that girls made shitty Jedis was that Lucas and his people couldn't write female characters to save their freaking lives. All they ever managed were background characters, and iterations of the same semidimensional Joan of Arc/Lady In Peril as the token female. Though you do have a point about the Sith. I know which side I'd still fall on with all my anger and destroying-shit issues.

You've never actually seen me bring the ruckus, though, so it probably didn't occur to you.

[Confidence. If there's one thing she has it is confidence in her raw power. That is mixed with caution, because frankly, she doesn't like the uncontrolled destruction anymore. But she has confidence in herself--and not just in the power now. In her physical competence, in certain skills, in her attractiveness.]

Actually Darth Wanda was good for one thing.

[Yes. Yes it is, and that's part of the problem. That and the getup from the other day.

...Not that the boots are helping.]

...That and the whole emotion thing. Jedis aren't supposed to have any because according to their teachings they obstruct their sense of Good or whatever, while every single Sith embraced them wholeheartedly and that's how they wound up there. But I'll give you that pretty much every single female Jedi was shafted in the character development department.

[...Oh. Wanda. See, now that there? Almost as good as fear. Better, in some ways. Certainly more interesting. Curiosity, and you have absolutely perked his attention now.]

Oh yeah? What's that?

You know what...? Yeah, I can see that. I think I am just a little hung up on girls not getting a chance to get their badass on more. But hey, we got Xena.

[She grins a bit.]

She knew how to dress for guys. Awesome killer wardrobe. I asked for some of it afterward.

[Her eyelashes lower a bit. She's working on asking him over but she's still mulling some of what Lua said.]

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So, I've been thinking. About two different kinds of bloody fun.

...Oh yeah?

[Cocked eyebrow. Do tell.]

Know what my favorite thing to do to some asshole coming at me and a partner? I cancel their goddamn powers. Then whoever I'm with, say you, is free to go all Sabertooth on their asses.

The other one...well. Have you thought about all the implications of having empathy for the next three days?

The first sounds fucking awesome. Not to mention fun.

[A pause. Yes, no, maybe.]

Like what, the fact that it's probably waaay too easy to fuck with people? Or peer pressure in general.

[...Yes, Ed, of course your brain automatically goes to the screwing people over applications.]

It will be. After the ninjas, I'm sure that the chance will come up.

[She blinks at him. And then comes to a slow realization. He's not reading her signals because he does not know how. He's a--]

[Shock, and then...sort of a little warmth, followed by a slow wave of...scheming. Good natured scheming, but, all the scheming.]

[And a slow smile.]

Sweet.

[...Stop it, Wanda. Stop with those feelings, he doesn't trust...any of them. Especially the scheming.]

...What. Stop that. Whatever you're thinking, either share with the class or cut it out.

[Big ole shit-eating grin...]

[...and then she lets him off the hook.]

Oh, I was just wondering a few things. Like the effect of mutual empathy on make-out sessions. And what would happen if I got tanked and then gave you a pint or so.

...Probably something in the order of mindblowing, and...I think that might actually get around the "can't get drunk" thing. Huh.

[The first...he is talking completely out of his ass. He doesn't know, has no even faint clue, and only said it because he's not expecting a trial. ...Not that he wouldn't want to, he just doesn't really expect her to suggest it for actual because lol Ed and girls. The second? Absolute truth, and curiosity.]

So...do you want to try it?

Either one I mean.

[Nice and matter of fact, like asking him over to play D&D.]

What? You for...?

Um. Yeah. Sure. I'd be down. ...Also either.

[And a smirk that's halfway to derp. ...Because being undead does NOT give you a more equipped skill set to deal with the ladies, sorry Ed.]

Yep, I am. [She's sincere; a little nervous, a little horny, but forcing herself to focus on a sort of friendly ease and confidence.]

[The smirk gets him a flash of amusement/affection and cheerfulness.]

Figure the second one, I'll just call you next time I'm toasty. Shouldn't take long.

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<small.[...Right. Except the horny part is still being just distracting enough. Ed thanks you for that, Wanda. ...Your nervousness helps though? At least a little. You may have a reflection of pretty much all of it, if a little more raw and rough, for the trouble, and a smirk that's a shade more confident for it.]</small>

Why, you a lightweight?

I go at least four days between drinking sessions so my tolerance won't go way up on me. Besides, I like to be buzzed, not sloppy. [A wink.]

Well sure, what's the point if you can't remember in the morning?

[...Said with all the cavalier cockiness of a guy who has never had that particular experience...ever.]

So. The other thing?

[Raised eyebrow.]

Besides, I'd rather be an addiction than have one.

[A slow grin.]

Remember how I was just waiting to figure out whether I could trust you?

Getcher ass down here.

Oh, real classy.

[A grin back, and he's practically already on his way.]

So I'm guessing that's good news for that.

[And yes, now OFFICIALLY on his way.]

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