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sunfloweradoring · 4 years

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the one where he’s jealous at an award show

Who doesn’t love a bit of jealous!harry, am I right?

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“Wow,” Harry’s words escaped his lips along with a dragged out breath. “You look... stunning.” I turned around on the little stool I had been sat on while my makeup artist Lucy finished off the final touches.

“Thank you, Haz.” I grinned, shooting Lucy an apologetic smile as she sighed because of my movements. “You don’t scrub up too bad yourself, Styles.” I admired through the mirror. His ever broadening chest and shoulders were carrying a black blazer over a white suit shirt. His legs were covered by matching black suit trousers. “You look sexy.” I winked.

Harry smirked, shaking his head as he sat on my bed. “You’re dirty.” He jokingly chastised, clearly putting on a show in front of Lucy as that certainly wouldn’t have been his response if we were alone.

“All done, and I’m going to go before the sexual tension suffocates me.” Lucy laughs, putting the mascara wand back into the tube. I stood up, giving her a hug as I thanked her for her handy work. Turning around I could see Harry’s eyes scanning all over my body. The emerald silk dress seemed to hug my body, clinging to my waist and flowing down to the ground. I stepped forward, my right leg pulling on the dress enough for the slit on the left to open slightly, my tanned thigh peeking through.

“Did you fake tan?” Harry questioned, his eyes almost glued to the patch of skin the dress was revealing. I hummed in response, walking towards him and placing my hands on his shoulders.

“Please don’t mess up my work.” Lucy teased as she left the room after packing away her things.

“Are you ready?” I asked, softly running my hands over the blazer. Harry stood up, his hands easily sliding around my silky waist.

“Gimme a kiss first, then I might be ready.”

I giggled, craning my neck only a little due to my extended height, curtesy of my nude heels. Leaning in our lips gently pressed together for merely a few seconds before I retreated. “There.” I stated, moving to pull away.

“No, wait, that was nothing!” Harry whined, his grip on my waist tightening to prevent me leaving.

“You said ‘a’ kiss.”

“I also said ‘might’ so shows how you listened.” He leaned down again, this time pressing his lips more firmly to mine. Without me even really realising it he deepened the kiss, causing my arms to snake slowly around his neck. This time it was my turn to whine when the kiss was broken.

“Harry,” I whined, lips chasing after his as they retreated.

“Nah, gotta go now, Princess.” He smirked, gently pushing me away by my hips.

Smarmy bastard.

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“Over here!”

“Can we get a quick, cheeky kiss guys?!”

“Hey Harry!”

“Harry what do you think of her movie?!”

The bombardment of questions was paired with the almost constant sound of camera shutters. Things had definitely taken off in my career in the last few months; especially due to the attention the latest film I’d been in with Zac Efron received.

Harry’s hand gently squeezed mine, causing my eyes to shift in his direction, a smile gracing my mouth. We stopped in front of a set of photographers and Harry repositioned his arm around my waist as mine mirrored his.

“How do you feel about your girlfriend with Zac in this, Harry?!” Someone shouted from the sea of cameras. Harry chuckled, looking down at his feet momentarily.

“They’re great together.” He teased, glancing down at me as I laughed and shook my head.

“Are you proud?” Another voice questioned loudly.

“Extremely.” Harry replied, both of us smiling at each other.

“Thank you.” I mouthed, gently squeezing his side.

We were quickly ushered on by my publicist to a group of people with microphones as well as cameras, all eagerly waiting for the celebrities making their way down the carpet for interviews.

I followed the directions of my publicist to a woman I recognised from various TV appearances. Harry let go of my hand. “I’ll meet you inside, yeah?” He smiled encouragingly, nodding towards the interviewer.

“Okay, bub, see you in a sec.” I agreed, blowing him a kiss as I stood ready.

“Well hello you! Don’t you look absolutely breathtaking.” The woman gushed, gesturing towards my body.

“Thank you so much! But look at you, I love this dress, and your bracelet, I need sunglasses.” I laughed, pretending to shy away from the sparkling band around her wrist.

“Oh, you flatter me.” She chuckled, pushing her hair out of her face. “So this film, huh? What an amazing reception; up for four awards tonight. How are you feeling?”

I exhaled dramatically. “I honestly can’t articulate it. It’s fantastic, you know. When you put so much time and effort and energy into something, it’s indescribable. Everyone on that film worked so, so hard and you could tell that we were all so proud of the parts we played in bringing this story to life.”

“I can hear the passion in your voice, it’s great. How confident are you that your co-star Zac will come away with his nomination tonight? Best actor isn’t it?”

I nodded in confirmation. “Look, Zac is great, he’s so talented and like I said, worked immensely hard. He definitely deserves to come away with that award.” I smiled.

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“Are you going in?” I turned around at the voice, my eyes meeting Zac’s.

“Hey! Yeah, I literally have no clue where I’m sat but I’m hoping to spot Harry in there.” I replied, accepting the side hug he gave me.

“Harry’s here? Can I come say hi?” Zac asked, following me into the room that was to host the awards show.

“Of course!” I nodded, both of us searching the room in hopes of finding that mass of curls poking out from somewhere. When I spotted him, I gestured for Zac to follow me again before heading towards him.

“Hello!” I greeted, leaning down and kissing Harry’s cheek as I sat down in the seat next to him, slightly bumping the table in the process.

“Woah, clumsy.” Harry laughed, looking at me for a second before realising we had company. “Zac! Hi! How are you mate?”

“I’m great, buddy. Thought I’d come over and say hey, but it seems like you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night.” He laughed in response, nodding his head to the woman I’d only just noticed sat on the other side of the table that I recognised to be his agent. He took the seat on the other side of Harry, speaking a few words to his agent in the process.

“How were the interviews?” Harry asked, turning his attention back to me.

“They were sweet, all wishing Zac good luck and wanting us to win the awards tonight.” I recalled, leaning on my hand as my elbow rested on the table cloth. Harry’s pointer finger on his left hand gently stroked up and down my dress covered leg absentmindedly.

“Did they like your dress?” He asked, leaning in to place a kiss to my cheek. I flushed slightly as I made eye contact with Zac. Despite working in with him for months on end, at the end of the day I’m not even 18 yet and he’s in his 20s.

“Yeah.” I replied, slightly blunt, clearing my throat and sitting up more straight. Harry noticed the change in my demeanour and glanced over his shoulder to see Zac looking away. It was almost unnoticeable, but for a split second his eyebrows creased as he looked between me and Zac.

“You alright?” He asked, leaning towards me a little more so the conversation was more private.

“Yeah, of course.” I smiled at him.

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The rest of the evening progressed nicely; various actors, directors and writers were called up to accept their awards and watching their excitement paired with undying gratitude made me shuffle with anticipation for the awards where my film was nominated.

“And presenting the award for Best Actor we have Bradley Cooper!” The crowd clapped as Bradley walked out on to the stage, fingers grasping an envelope.

“With the nominees up for this award... it’s intense.” Bradley laughed into the microphone, causing a chorus of laughter to ripple throughout the room. Zac glanced at me and Harry with a smile, but it was evident that nerves were simmering beneath the surface. “You’re all deserving of this, but as we all know: there can only be one winner. So with my greatest pleasure, the award for Best Actor goes to... Zac Efron!” Zac jumped up from his seat, grinning from ear to ear.

“Congratulations!” Both Harry and I spoke, smiling as Zac embraced his agent quickly.

“Gotta give you a hug,” Zac laughed, delivering a friendly clap on the back to Harry as he shimmied around his chair to pull me into a tight hug. I could feel Harry watching us, but it was just a congratulatory hug! Right?

Zac pulled away, shooting me another smile before walking away to the stage. Bradley hugged him before passing him the award, then stepping back a little to allow Zac the microphone.

“Wow,” Zac breathed, glancing between the crowd and the award he seemed to be holding in a vice grip. “This is such an honour. I mean to be nominated alongside some of your absolute heroes would have been enough. But to win, thank you. Thanks to every single person that worked on this film, it was electric. Everyone working both behind and in front of the camera made my job a hell of a lot easier, so I share this award with you.” He said, holding it up momentarily. “However, I have to give a special thanks to my co-star. Acting with you was a pleasure. Your talent and work ethic pushed me to new levels and I cannot thank you enough. This is also yours, Y/N.”

Everyone erupted into applause once more as Bradley and Zac left the stage. Well, everyone expect me and Harry. During Zac’s speech he’d turned to me with a look of disbelief. His piercing gaze was certainly enough to prevent me from clapping my hands.

“What the fuck was that?” Harry questioned, leaning closer to me, his knee bumping into mine accidentally in his haste.

“It was just a speech, Harry.” I let out a little nervous laugh. Usually I would have just brushed it off, yet the intense glare I was receiving was somewhat intimidating.

“That was... like a declaration of love!” He countered.

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. He was just accepting an award.” I replied. “And even if it were a declaration of love, it doesn’t matter. You know I don’t see him like that.” Harry scoffed, about to deal a snarky remark but cut himself off when Zac returned to the table.

“Well how freaking amazing was that?” He grinned, seemingly oblivious to the tension swirling around the air above our table. Harry released a huff, leaning back in his seat, looking at me as if I was supposed to explain to Zac. I ignored him, smiling at Zac.

“Well done.” I simply spoke.

All my previous excitement and anticipation seemed to have completely drained from my body. Harry was killing the mood by constantly huffing, glaring towards Zac (both when Zac was and wasn’t looking) and only giving short, blunt replies. I was slowly becoming irritated at his childishness, and quite frankly, he was coming across as extremely rude.

“Are you guys coming to the afterparty?” Zac asked, leaning across the table just before the final award of the evening was to be announced. Before I could even open my mouth to form a reply, Harry cut in.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” His voice almost came out as a growl, causing Zac to look at him a little taken aback.

“Sorry?” Zac asked, furrowing his brows.

“Oh sod off, mate! You’ve been eyeing her up all night; Christ probably for the last few months you’ve been working together. She’s in a relationship, alright? She’s not interested!” Suddenly an overwhelming sense of nausea took over my entire being. I felt hot with humiliation and sick with embarrassment. Honestly, I didn’t want to hear where this could go.

I quickly gathered my clutch, roughly shoving my chair back as I stood up. Both men were now looking at me. “I can’t believe you sometimes.” I muttered, looking momentarily at my boyfriend before turning to walk to the doors.

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“Baby, wait!”

“Can you please slow down!”

I kept walking through the large building towards where the car was supposed to pick us up. I’d sent the driver a text, saying plans had changed and we were leaving slightly early and he told me where to meet him. After quickly observing there wasn’t yet a car in the agreed place, I waited inside, not fancying fans spotting either Harry or I and coming over. Harry’s hand grabbed my elbow when he approached which I quickly jerked away.

“Please don’t.” I spoke, voice calm and level. “Just don’t.”

“But-”

“No, we’re going back, you’ve humiliated me and I don’t want to talk about it yet. And I don’t want to talk about it here.”

Soon enough we were in the car, the awkward tension heavy in the air throughout the entire journey. No words were exchanged as we entered the hotel, the silence continuing as we waited for the lift, went upstairs and until we were back in the hotel room that was honestly large enough to be an apartment.

“Baby-”

“How could you Harry?” I questioned, whirling around as soon as he pushed the door closed.

“Okay, I get that you’re mad.” He spoke, his eyes avoiding my gaze, finding the carpeted floor more interesting. “And yes I might have overreacted a little, but c’mon, you’ve gotta admit you might have under-reacted too?” Talk about throwing petrol on a fire.

“Have you ever annoyed anyone before? You don’t say that!” I retaliated, going into the bedroom and throwing my clutch on the duvet as I kicked off my heels. “Zac is my friend. My friend, Harry! When have I ever given you any cause to worry about my loyalty to you? I don’t say anything about you having female friends! Heck, you’re even friends with your ex, do I say anything? No, no I don’t because I’m mature enough to trust you.”

His hand came up to rub against his forehead at this, clearly understanding that he didn’t have a leg to stand on anymore. “I don’t doubt you. I just... it makes me... the thought of him... I don’t know!” He released a frustrated groan, hands pulling a little at his hair. “He just seems to have everything, you know? I can’t compete with that.” From my place sat on the bed, my expression softened. I got up, walking over to him. When his eyes didn’t move from the floor, I reached out and took his hand.

“Hey,” I breathed. “It’s not a competition.” Slowly his gaze lifted and I could see the tears swimming in his eyes, threatening to spill out. “He doesn’t have everything.” I comforted, my free hand reaching up and pushing his hair back. “He’s not you, you know. That’s quite a big thing for me.” Both of us cracked a smile, Harry pushing a short breath out of his nose as a laugh. “I love you. I can honestly say with my whole heart, there is no one else for me, okay? No one I’d rather be with.”

“No one?”

“No one.”

“You’re just... you’ve made me so happy the last couple of months. I couldn’t imagine not being with you. I love you so, so, so much.” My cheeks blushed at his words, yet he continued. “You’re like this perfect angel, and I question how you could be with someone like me. Like, I’m just this normal teenager that happened to be in the right place at the right time and now I’m in a band. You give me everything. You’re like a sunflower, always following the light and seeing the good in people and situations and I just... love you, s’all.” I giggled, stepping up on my toes to press my lips to his.

“Done?”

“Yeah, think so.”

“You couldn’t be further from the truth, baby.” I smiled, gently poking his nose. “You’re perfect. You’re not this average teenager, you know? You’re so immensely talented, you’re kind, you’re loving, and you’re always there for the people that you love. I feel so genuinely lucky to even know you, let alone be in a relationship with you.” His hands moved to my hips, gently pushing me towards the bed.

“Thank you.” He muttered, sitting with me on the bed. A comfortable silence came over us as we stared at one another, cheesy grins plastered over our mouths. “You’re not jealous I’m still friends with Caroline, are you?” He teased, bumping his shoulder against mine playfully.

“Shut up.”

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trickstersantana · 5 years

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[PARA] Let’s agree on (1) one thing

Who: Santana, Jesse @timelessjesse Location: Undique Stadium Time: 15 October 2018 Summary: An old fight, vampire vs trickster, but as we all know, what matter is the banter. Triggers/Notes: Violence, death, torture, burning houses

Santana was trying to train a bit on Undique. For her that means trying to see more people fighting or get people to fight her. She didn't like training alone. She walked around a bit trying to found any familiar face to duel.

There he, Jesse St.James stood centre stage, the scene of Undique Stadium fades into a murky blur behind him as he is surrounded by his own thoughts and displeasure. Here lies the pitiful defeat of Jesse St.James as his lost erupts up in flames overshadowed with racist slurs and laughs of mockery. Oh how his great moment he had become the fallen in the eyes fo so many. Now this would be the moment that many would think the star would fall back in self pity, dwelling and enraged at himself but alark! Do not be fooled, Jesse St.James, was not the one at fault it was the rest who were to blame, simply so. How he knows that one was to blame, humanity. Cruel and harsh humanity.

Santana smiles a bitchy smile when she sees the vampire guy. Sure, she though once to stop being so shitty to vampires. But it was so much fun to defeat and humilliate them. There was one vampire called Rodrigo once who was really bad to her, and she applied that to any other vampire she met like they were at fault, you know, like a racist piece of shit. "My my, look who's here! The drama queen.Alas! Woe are you!" She says, getting close to him.

Jesse St.James feels a spotlight burning at the entrance to another star on the scene. No! This was not how the scene was meant to go, this was his monologue now it was turning into a dialogue. All was wrong, script to perfection thrown away in the air. He turns slow on his heels, oh it was nothing but an understudy who seems to pry their way to stardom in Jesse's tragic tale. His eyes narrow at the her,"Ahh may it be the trickster who dubs herself to be the gayest queen. Poorly, self proclaimed." His looks away,"I have you know I am a drama King! A high king to say the least!" The trickster moves closer, alas no she won't. Jesse begins to circle around with her. "How dare you, very dare you even speak to me at this very moment."

Santana makes an illusion of a crown on her head, a red, kingly cape on her shoulders, and a spotlight illuminating her. "Yes! Except the poorly. Those are the ones who dare to try to defeat me." She says, getting even closer, but the vampire avoids it. "Oh, my my, this is just so weird. The Jesse St. James is now nothing more than a sad, weak vampire! Man, it must be so tragic to have it all and then lose everything, even your humanity." She has been searching for humanity for so long, she couldn't imagine what a pitiful thing is to have what she has been searching, and then lose it forever. She always wanted to die a human, and the man in front of her could had, but chosed to become...that. "I super dare! I speak to anyone I want whetever I want!"

He keeps his face deadpan as he is witness to illusion magic, ah the trickery that came with a trickster. Just another foolish magical aspect that could not be captured on film only as a faded nothing Jesse, however, was envious about the crown that rested upon her head. "The crown does not suite you well, as you are a fool, a deluded fool." He pause as she was the one who defeated him, the blinding embers. Jesse connects the dots "You. You and...and," he tries to remember the other but alas he draws a blank,"Some other defeated me, alas you will rue that." Again he pauses, a bitter chuckle leaves his lips,"You think that I, Jesse.St.James, have it all? Sad and weak? You are mistaken,very mistaken." Jesse throws his head back,"Ahh humanity, you think a lost of humanity is a lost. Be gone with it. Humanity is nothing." Jesse tells her proudly so. "You have a a tongue on you, bold and daring but they are only words."

"I can sense your envy, ex actor." Santana says making her illusory crown shinier. She laughs, of course she defeated him. "Joke's on you, I don't even know what rue means. Sounds like a street thing. You sound silly." She then corrects herself. "Oh, my bad. I mean had. You know, in the past. It doesn't seem like you have anything at all now." She makes herillusions vanish with his new words, and she looks at him, not believing him. "Sounds like something you tell yourself to not fall into a spiral of despair. What? You like it more now?" She illusions a knife whose blade forms the word WORDS. "I can cut with my words, vampirito. And I'm stronger than you."

Jesse distance himself wondering if tricksters could actually sense his emotions. His information about them was little to nothing only an awareness never a claim to know everything about their kind. Why should he? Just another blur on the L. Naturae kind. "Lies," he dares to challenge her. Waving his hands dramatically before placing them on his temple,"Uneducated, should have been expected with you. It means to bitterly regret which you shall, oh how you shall." Was she truly trying to claim the values that he had in his life? "Oh they were the choices I made, so many choices. I could tell you the stories, oh I really could but why don't you search my name and see what such drivel and conspiracies humanity has crafted about me." Jesse laughs again,"My life was rather pleasant, freeing if you will not restricted by the shackles of society." He watches as she creates a knife, an actual knife of words,"Threatening me? How cute." He uses his speed to appear behind her, making his and her hair whisper at the quick pacing, whispering in her ear,"Very cute."

Santana giggles, but like, evilly. "Hey hey! I'm super educated! Bilingue here, pedazo de mierda." She called him a piece of shit in spanish. "Very bad choices." She keeps mocking. "I know what the internet says, and what the aethernet says. Don't you prefer to tell your own story? You looooove to talk about yourself." He really is dramatic. She felt this was the kind of person she would had a competition over who has the most tragic backstory. "Was pleasant, you became a vampire and suddenly it's all shit, isn't it?" The world is a shit when you aren't human. In a flash, the vampire is whispering too close to her. She jumps far away from him and points at him with her fake illusory knife. "Ew! Why are all of you batties such creeps!"

@Jesse: 2d6 = (2+4) = 6

@Santana: 1d7 +2 = (1)+2 = 3

The trickster was talking in a foreign tongue, he was impressed. "I am not impressed," Jesse retorts to her as she talks her jargon like a witch giving a spell. "And you are the advocate for wise choices. Tell me, Jesse St.James, how the devil did you end up in a place like this?" Her voice was mocking, she was not the intended audience for his story, however, she was right he loves the sound of his own voice. "Yes, I, Jesse St.James loves the sound of my own voice, here is where you would be correct. It is such a joyous song all shall adore. Becoming what I am now, nothing in the world can be greater. You see the world in a better light." His hands cling to his heart meaning it dearly. As he is close to her, he see's this as a chance, distracted by his beauty mistaken for creepiness, he see's an opening to rid the knife from her hold. Aiming, swiftly for her wrist, he grabs it tight in hopes she drops the knife.//which a lot of people need to see what works and doesn't//do it and i am very down! for it.

@Santana: 1d7 +2= (5)+2 = 7

Santana super did not believe that. "Better light? C'mon! I know you can't barely stand the sun night, criature of the night. What's good about being a vampire? You can't go out a certain time of the day, you can't fully live with commons, you get trapped here..."She counts the bads. Then, the vampire HITS her wrist. She gets rid of the illusion. "Auch!" She tired to make an illusion of fire between them.

@Jesse: 2d6= (6+2) = 8

"So that may be true never being able to wonder in the light again or feel the bittersweet chill to winters, however, the night has so much to offer." Jesse could not help but spatter,"Live among the commons? With such filth, such ignorant idiots. Why would one want to mix with that rubble? I pity those who do." He sighs,"Alas, we are trapped in here with witches too." Jesse smiles a toothy grin, no his fangs are not showing. "G-g-good." His voice becomes trapped in his throat as the fire illuminates around him. Consumed once again, how he was a mouth to a flame.

[OOC: Neither Erica or I noticed Santana lost that one roll because what is math and counting, we fixed in the HP count but not on rol]

@Jesse : 2d4 = (4+4) = 8

@Santana: 1d7 +2= (4)+2 = 6

"What does it have to offer?" Santana feels like the drama king was trying to convince himself too his shitty situation wasn't that shitty. "It's super fun to live with powerless idiots!" She says with a grin. Commons would never turn her into an animal. Commons would never do any enchantment to her. Commons would never turn her into a zombie. It didn't matter how cruel a common was, they couldn't do magic. Their cruelness had a limit on power. "You don't like witches, you don't like commons, it seems to me your problem is not humanity, your problem is just people in general. Man, you are juuuuust so lonely, aren't you?" She says, still maintaining her fire illusion.

@Jesse : 2d6= (4+3) = 7

@Albaharu: 1d7 +2= (3)+2 = 5

"Tell me you know that New York is the city that never sleeps?" Jesse is stunned with her ignorance,"The city is just as alive if not more so during the day." When she squanders on about the powerless idiots he can't help but yawn a little. "Selfish and destroying idiots more like. Humanity claims to think that they know best." Jesse runs a hand through his hair. "Oh trickster queen, I am not alone. I am never alone, do not fool yourself." He starts to unbutton his shirt, pulling is apart calling forward his majestic stallion. Sterling St.James appears his silky mane blowing upon arrival. "Charge!!" Jesse demands his familiar with a smirk on his face. Sterling, stomps a hove on the floor naying away in annoyance towards Jesse. "See how powerful...."Jesse was looking down expecting Sterling to charge, however, Sterling goes off script. Jesse tuts waving his hands at Sterling to the trickster,"Are you seriously choosing now to have a moment you foolish stead?" Sterling clacks a hove, naying even more. "Great, great, thank you for nothing you useless stallion," Jesse huffs,"I guess things are to be done myself." Jesse speeds from his position towards Santana with a lighter shove. "As you can see, Sterling is all the company I need."

"Everyone knows that's code for crime." Santana says. She never visited New York at night with the stupid curfew. The only time was with the big monster on new year. But she was sure it wasn't that cool. "And you are super enjoying the nights in New York, aren't you? Not like NYADA would let you. She geets very creep up by the vampire unbutting his shirt. "Ew" A fucking killing machine also commonly known as 'horses' charges agaisnt her. She quickly tries to remember any of the crap Oliver has told her about horses that time she had Blaine's personality and listened to him saying random information. Oh no, it was all useless in a fight. But anyway, the horse doesn't attack. "Yeah yeah, good horse. Stay there." But even if the horse didn't attack, the vampire did. "God damn it!" She prepared another illusion. "It's that the only thing you got? Your familiar? That's pathetic!" She tries to make another illusion of fire, but summons her own familiar to attack too. "Emergency food! Come and attack!"

@Santana: 1d7 +3= (1)+3 = 4

@Jesse : 2d6 = (4+3) = 7

Jesse rolls his eyes as she seems to think the bleakest of the night, alas the trickster was one of those people. "This place is a prison confining me, thanks to those forsaken slayers deeming me, a danger to society. The nerve of them, the very nerve." Freedom was limiting and fleeting, nothing more than he wanted to begone of this place, how this place could be dubbed a sanctuary he could never understand. He looks away dramatically, his heart yearning for the freedom it once had. Sterling nays in delight by the praise to be a good horse, he was a good horse and was getting more praise then Jesse that was getting nothing for the trickster. Sterling like the trickster girl despite Jesse not. "Don't you enjoy this horse!" He points a finger at Santana,"That is not all that I got!" He blinks at the call for emergency food, what in the devil's name was that? When he saw a familiar coming his way.

Santana shrug "Hey, we agree on something, those slayers fucking suck. Geez, I wish I could destroy that useless guild from the inside." Daisy doesn't even charge agaisnt the vampire, she just walks softly to him. Daisy moos but only Santana and the horse would understand her words. "Santanaaaa do not bully people. That is wrong." Santana ignores her and laughs. "Oh my my! Does the horse likes me? Someone has a good eye." Some strange wave of 'hey I saw something that reminded me of you' hits her. She took her phone. "Hey I know a kid who is a super nerd for horses, I'm going to send them a pic" Meanwhile she illusions some shadow people going to push Jesse away so he didn't appear on the picture.

@Santana: 1d7 +2= (6)+2 = 8

@Jesse : 2d6= (5+1) = 6

@Jesse: 2d4= (4+2) = 6

@Santana: 1d7+2= (3)+2 = 5

Something twitches in his smile as he is actually having agreement with another. He, Jesse St.James was actually agreeing with someone that was out of the question, out of the question truly. "Slayers, how I despise their kind, their values, their narrow views . To go from the inside is unneeded torture to indulge in." Sterling is laughing that Jesse is getting bullied, it meant he was making enemies, he was getting out the room it was good. Jesse hates the camera being out, he was about to break it knowing he would become a blur but there are shadow people around him. "What in the name?!" he exclaims lost in the sea of them.

Santana's weakenesses, talking shit about slayers. "They are nothing but annoying killing tools. The should just slay each other a la Battle Royale" She takes the pic of the horse and sends it to Oliver even when she says they're a super annoying kid she despises.

@Jesse : 2d6= (1+5) = 6

@Santana: 1d7+2= (7)+2 = 9

Alark! This is where the trickster seems to be distracted by the thoughts of Slayers and bring them to their demise. Oh, how Jesse would share that dream to destroy those fools who made him trapped in this prison of The New York Academy of Divine Arcanum. There is a part of him that is intrigued with the thought the Slayers going Battle Royale, oh the ways to be self destructive as humanity seems to be. Distracted, this is where he moves in to get her. Moving in quick, he elbows her in the chest wanting to push out of the way of his main light.

Santana believes for a second she is having A Moment with the vampire, but as all vampires are Jesse St James was a fucking traitor who doesn't forget he is figthing and has a better technique than her. How dare he be strong? What a jerk. "You jerk!!" She says, illusioning burning stakes and christian cross or whatever vampires hated to send it his way.

Suddenly, an Angry girl enters the room with a kick to the door. She points at Santana "YOU!! I knew you will be here!!" The girl accuses her. "The group project was today! You are not going to do nothing and get all the credit! So get going to the library!"

Santana who was super going to avoid that boring group project and still keep the note frows at getting caugh. She stops the illusions. "Vampi, you got lucky I am forced to do homeworks. But next I'll crush you!" She says, leaving.

#nimtraining #timelessjesse #para: jesse #chara: jesse

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(A note from Miss Thunder: Cassie had the idea to spice things up a bit and film our responses like in the American game show, Love Connection. I wasn't familiar with the show but in the UK, we had the show Blind Date so I knew the gist of the format. Cassie filmed us on my couch at my flat.)

Miss Thunder: Are we ready to record, Cass?

Cassie: Let me get the tripod set...aaaaaand there! It's on! *Ahem!* Okay, Penny, Eli, how was your Valentine's Date?

Miss Thunder: Well, it wasn't quite what I expected but I'm certainly not gonna complain! Looking back, I should've known something was up when Eli brought his duffel bag to my flat.

Eli: I sauntered up to Penny and asked, "When was the last time you went out as Miss Thunder?". Very discreet, if I say so.

MT: "Oh, the day before yesterday, why?"

E: I reached into my bag and pulled out my Black Dog mask, "Well, do you think, for Valentine's Day, Miss Thunder could use a partner?"

MT: I'll be honest, I was totally flabbergasted by this. A trillion thoughts probably raced through my mind in a split second. Not all of them good.

E: Why's that?

MT: Because, luv, there's like countless ways a patrol could go wrong. What if you got hit by a stray bullet? What if you fall off a roof and I can't catch you in time? What if some old lady turned out to be a shapeshifting dog-eating alien and grabbed you in her slimy tentacles? It's hard to prepare for all and any eventualities, y'know?

E: I remember you making a lot of "Uhhhh...."' and "Hmmm" noises.

MT: I was thinking! But... you seemed really eager and it was Valentine's Day so I thought "What the hell? If nothing else, it'd be a fun if cautionary story to tell.".

E: I glad you said yes, otherwise I don't know how I would have gotten around to the other steps of my plan.

MT: You gave a little cheer, I remember, and started changing clothes right on the spot.

C: Ooh! Things were already getting steamy!

E: Penny yelled out, "ELI! WAIT!"

MT: I didn't yell, you just caught me off guard! I spun around and went straight to my room to change.

E: You were blushing.

MT: Well, of course! If your exceedingly handsome boyfriend started stripping in front of you, you'd go red in the face too!

E: (Mumbling) I don't know about "exceedingly", but go on.

MT: So we got into our costumes and headed for the roof.

E: I was hopping up and down, I was so excited!

MT: Hee hee! You were! I had you cling onto my back as I leaped into the sky.

E: Oh! Getting to go jumping with you is so fun, Penny! If I could jump like you, I'd never stop! It's like flying!

MT: You weren't scared of falling off?

E: Nuh-uh! I had a good grip on your scarf and shoulder. Plus, I knew you'd never let me fall.

MT: Blimey, I'm glad to hear you have so much trust in me. I'd prefer to carry you in my arms but I'd doubt you want to look like I'm carrying you like a baby.

E: Well, Eli wouldn't mind...(Deepens voice) but the Black Dog's gotta look tough! He's no baby!

MT: Heh, that's what I thought.

C: So how did the patrol go? Any bank robberies or fires?

MT: Uhmm...Well...not really. It was a bit of a slow afternoon.

E: Don't get me wrong, it was fun sniffing around and keeping my eyes peeled but nothing was really happening. Not even a jaywalker or litterbug in sight!

MT: I had been jumping around the city for over an hour but it was as calm as a church mouse. I was starting to feel peckish so I asked Eli if he wanted to stop in the park to grab a bite.

E: Yeah, I was feeling hungry too so I sniffed out a hot dog cart in a little plaza in Hamilton Park.

MT: Something cute did happen, though. Since the hot dog cart was by a playground, all the little kids playing there saw the two of us land and rushed towards us in a mini stampede. I could see Eli get into character. He started grimacing and growled softly.

E: The Black Dog doesn't care if you're a child! You even look at this dog funny, you're gonna get bit! (In normal voice) Also, I noticed you changed your voice too, Penny.

MT: Oh, you loike me Cockney accent, do ya, guv'nah?

E: (Laughing) What is that voice?! It cracks me up when I hear it!

MT: (Tickling Eli) You wot, mate?! You wanna have a go?! You think you can dress oop like a black shuck and have a go at Miss Thunder?! I'll tickle you silly, I will! I swear on me mum!

(All three break into a loud giggle fit)

C: Ha ha ha! Oh! Oh my goodness! Hee hee! So, so what happened with the kids?

MT: Oh, they were all "Miss Thunder! Miss Thunder!" and "It's Black Dog the wrestler!" It was so cute! We took pictures, signed autographs, the whole celebrity experience.

E: I did my patented Black Dog Howl!

MT: (Rubbing ear) I know, Eli. I can still hear it a bit.

E: It was fun getting to see our fans but danger finally reared its head at the worst time.

C: What happened?

MT: *Sighs* A big "villainous" nuisance, that's what!

C: I'm gonna stop you right there, Penny. When we come back, we'll find out who our mystery villain is! I'm Cassie Paxton, the fabulous Red Rabbit, and we'll back in two and two!

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C: We're back! When we last left our heroes, they were on a Valentine's "patrol date" and enjoying the adoration of their young fans. But the hero's call of duty beckoned as a mysterious villain has mysteriously struck! So, who was it? El Toro? Technopunk? Oh! I bet it was Dr. Chimera! I heard he's been seen around town lately!

MT: *Scoffs* No, we weren't graced with their presence. For context, for every A-list Green Goblin, Doctor Octopus and Electro, there's a D-list Stilt-Man, Hypno-Hustler, and Paste Pot Pete. What we got, for Eli's first patrol, was Doctor Devil.

C: ...Ugh! That wannabe creep?

E: I take it you girls are familiar with him?

MT: Unfortunately, yes. He's some office worker who got bored with his job and decided he wanted to be a supervillain, of all things. So he grabbed a doctor's coat and a cheap devil mask and has gone on a "crime" spree ever since like dumping trash on the street or spray painting curse words on school playgrounds.

C: So what was he doing now?

MT: Well, he went and stole an ATM.

C: *Gasps* He's finally moving up in the world!

MT: You'd think but the idiot had hijacked a towing lorry and was dragging the ATM behind him like a wrecking ball so the police didn't have a hard time following him.

E: I could hear the racket he was making from clear across the park. We said good bye to the kids and told them to stay close to their parents in case the situation went sour. I hopped on Penny's back and off we went.

MT: I'm not sure what happened but when we arrived, his lorry had flipped on its side and he was standing on top of it, having a shootout with the cops.

C: Who gave that maniac a gun?!

MT: It wasn't just a gun either, it was some sort of experimental gun that shot fireballs or something. It was basically like shooting Molotov cocktails because his shots would land on the ground and they'd set the ground ablaze. I don't know about you but that just screamed like something the Buzzards would have.

C: Tsk! They would sell him something stupid and dangerous like that!

E: He was certainly trying his hardest to be a bad guy because he was laughing all "HA HA HA! Feel the heat of my hellfire, pigs!".

MT: I told Eli to stay low and try to sneak behind him. While he scurried away, I leaped into the fray, right between him and the cops. He just laughed, "Ah! Miss Thunder Thighs! How nice of you to join us! I suppose the smell of roasted pork might have lured you in!"

E: Penny just rolled her eyes, "Har har. I'm fat. I bloody get it. Now, why don't you just put down your wee doofer and we'll get you a nice room at Greyshore. Maybe one with a view."

MT: "Oooh! Not this time, fatty! Not when I'm packing HEAT!" He twisted some knob on his gun and gun became like a flamethrower as a huge stream of flames shot out at me. "BURN BABY, BURN! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA! MELT BEFORE THE FIERY GAZE OF DOCTOR DEVIL!"

E: I remember feeling scared, seeing Penny engulfed in flames like that but I could see she kept walking towards him like it was nothing. "HA HA HA HA Ha ha ha heh heh he he...ooh."

MT: I was standing just inches in front of him as I pinched the barrel of his gun shut. My scarf was a bit singed from the fire but other than that, I was fine. He must've been desperate as he actually had the nerve to swing at me.

C: No!

MT: It went as well as you'd expect as his fist just embedded itself in my cheek fat. "Really?", I asked him. After that, his whole demeanor changed. "Heeeeeeyyy...sorry about that whole 'fatty' crap. Just let me put out that fire on your shoulder there. Th-there's really no need for you to hit me or anything, is there?" I cracked my knuckles and smiled. "No, no, no, mate. I'm not gonna hit you. He might, though."

E: When he turned around, that's when I struck, doing my leaping Wild Dog Punch right in the face, knocking his mask off. I grabbed him before he could fall off the truck and did a Top Rope Suplex.

C: Damn, Eli! Did you pin him too?

E: You better believe it! Sadly, there was no one there to count me though so I had to do it in my head.

MT: I'm sorry, sweetie. I would've done it but I didn't realize what you were doing until the cops pulled him from under you.

E: That's okay. He was just a jobber anyway. Now if we get one of your big supervillains, that would be worthy of a countdown!

MT: (Grinning) I'll be sure to keep that in mind, luv.

E: With Doctor Devil on his way to jail, I remembered the next part of my admittedly slapped-together plan. I had asked Penny a few days ago what building had the best view. "Personally, I'd have to say the Imperial Hotel.", she answered.

MT: It's not the tallest building but it has a fantastic view of the bay and boardwalk.

E: So, with great cunning, I asked Penny, "Hey, that Imperial Hotel is nearby, right? Maybe you can show me this 'beautiful view'?".

MT: Apparently, I'm more naive that I like to think I am because I answered, "Sure! It's just a hop, skip and jump away!"

C: (Rolling her eyes) Oh God, Penny! How long were you waiting to unleash that one?

MT: (Winking) Everybody gets at least one cheesy line from me.

E: Indeed, we did hopped, skipped, and jumped to the roof of the hotel. I'll be honest, it was really pretty up there. The ocean waves, the sailboats cruising by, all the couples on the boardwalk.

MT: Told you!

E: We stood for a while, enjoying the "golden hour", as they say, when we both heard a knock on the service door.

MT: I got a bit worried because I though it was gonna the hotel staff, telling us we can't "loiter" there. Remember that time at the Chez Poisson, Cassie?

C: That was bogus! We weren't bothering anybody! We were just catching a breather on the balcony during a patrol and the hostess starts screaming at us that we can't be there. I don't care how nice that place is, I'm never eating there!

MT: It turns out it was a pizza guy with an order of six extra large pepperoni pizzas and two 20-liter Cokes for a "Mr. Black Dog".

C: Wait. When did you call for delivery, Eli?

E: During our time with the kids, I had slipped off for a few moments to "use the restroom". When actually I had ran to the nearest pay phone to place an order.

C: Ah, sneaky!

E: It turns out the delivery guy was a fan of mine so he knocked a few bucks off the order in exchange for a picture and autograph.

MT: And that was pretty much the rest of our evening, just people-watching from above while we enjoyed a delicious meal together as Miss Thunder and Black Dog.

E: Penny?

MT: Yes, luv?

E: I'm sorry it wasn't quite the Valentine's Date you deserve. I forgot about all about it and I couldn't take you to a nice concert like last time.

MT: (Holds his hands) Oh, Eli. Don't fret about it. I know I was being a bit of a worrywart at first but I had a wonderful time going on patrol with you! And frankly, now that I think about it, a lot of the dates we go on are about you trying to make me happy and you going out of your way to do that. That's not fair to you. I have to contribute to our relationship, too and if that means letting you go on patrol with me, I'd be more than happy to.

E: (Tail wagging) You mean it?

MT: Of course, Eli. I love you.

(Eli leaps from his seat and plants a big kiss on Penny's lips)

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C: Oh my! Well, I think that concludes our time here on The Love Connection. On behalf of us here in Ocean City, I hope everyone had a lovely Valentine's Day and may all your dates be good ones!

*THUMP!*

(Camera pans to Penny and Eli on the floor, passionately making out)

C: Theirs certainly was.

#Happy Valentines Day!#Yes I'm aware this is late I apologize

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