asgardmeridiem | I want a word with you (Closed)

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kaz,
samantha grey

I want a word with you (Closed)

Who: Samantha Grey

parasiteye
What: Sam finally wants a word with Kaz about the body swap event.
When: Night 134
Where: Hel House presumably. She's banging on his door.
Rating: PG-13 at most probably. Will update if it worsens. Expect a lot of cussing, maybe some fists thrown, power usage and generally inappropriate behavior between two people who really don't like each other.

Samantha'd stewed on this one for a bit. She was quickly building a list of people she wanted to beat senseless, but Kaz was in a whole other category after the body swapping 'incident.' She wanted a definite word or twelve with the bug boy, and she'd not run into him in a while. Having just survived the shadowed hordes of hell, escaped some damned grub with a horn and pissed off Kaz's suitemate in the process, her ability to skip on these little grudge-matches was ... a wee bit poor.

And, so it was in the middle of the night, that she was pounding on his door, completely ignoring the whole 'stay off my turf' schtick. She didn't really look like she gave a rat's ass. "Kaz! Get your mangy carcass out here!"

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And of course she chooses to come when he's only been asleep for an hour, tops. The sound of her insistent knocking is what jars him awake and makes him scowl, recognizing the voice and really have absolutely zero desire to deal with her right now. He knows what she's probably after...he did sort of. Go to town with her body, a little. But he didn't break anything!

Sam can wait until tomorrow, he decides, and he pulls a pillow over his head to try and block out the noise.

"I hear you in there!" she growled, pounding again. Ok, she simply thought she could hear him in there, but it was enough. She vaguely remembered the layout of his room from being in there. Getting down on her knees, she looked for the keyhole to see if she could sneak a peak of any part of him. Just a finger's all she was looking for through the hole, or the crack at the bottom of the door. Something she could take control of if she was careful.

No, she was not above this with him. Damnit, he'd already made her body do god knows what. She had some leeway, even if he was better than her at this power. Maybe she could get lucky and take him by surprise and get the door unlocked.

Kaz has to work hard to keep from groaning in annoyance. She just keeps talking and poking her nose around--doesn't she have anything better to do? It's already been a shit couple of days and the last thing he needs to do is deal with her.

Which means it's probably unfortunate for him that she'll be able to catch sight of one of his hands while she peeps. It's all yours Sam~

Oh, he was going to be like that, was he? Well, at this range, she could only really see the arm. That was going to have to be enough. Reaching with her hand up, she balled her fist and exerted her will through the keyhole to ball his fist up, rear it back as far as she could manage quickly and punch it in towards the gut.

She slipped away from the keyhole, focusing on fighting to keep control of the hand and repeatedly throwing a punch at him while staying just out of sight hopefully of the keyhole. She loved that this level at least let her keep up the control without seeing it. In fact... she glanced around for a utility closet to hide in if she could while she shouted once, in a very annoyingly mocking voice.

"Stop hitting yourself, Kaz!"

"Guh--fuck!!" That's about the reply Kaz has for that as his body suddenly acts up and he finds himself promptly socking his own gut. It gets a grunt the second time, the third's irritating--but by the fourth he knows what's happening and he's fighting back against the control, arm shaking. He's had practice defending against it with Conan a couple of times--that helps the most.

She'd had practice too, and as she slinked her way slowly towards the hall closet to hide herself with the cleaning supplies, she could feel him reacting back. It was like fighting Conan for control, and even if she was stronger than she'd been before, she still wasn't at full strength. Wrestling with him, she crouched low and grunted, eyes clenched while she tried to to keep the fist balled.

It was a losing battle. She knew that, but she wanted to get a few punches in, enough to piss him off. "Don't ignore me, you spindly, creepy little fuck...," she whispered.

It's difficult since he's so tired and listless--but eventually he manages to force his hand back away from his gut and whips out his own body control--level three, as much as he can manage. If he's able to find her with it she can expect to find him trying to take control of her limbs, reaching up to grab both horns and yank her head back.

She hadn't quite gotten into the hall closet when he found her. All it would take at his power was the smallest glance and, though she was fighting almost immediately and straining against his control, her fingers grabbed hold of the small horns and pulled back, her lips curled back in a vicious snarl. Those eyes blazed fury at him, and she tried to wrench her fingers free, trying to pry them off one at a time.

Just a hint here Sam, Kaz isn't pleased. Nooot one bit.

"The fuck is your problem--you want to die?!"

That made two of them. When he finally came nearer, she was fiercely growling at him, eyes blazing red and fangs bared. "You! You're my fucking problem!" she snarled. "Did you think I was going to just forget what you did in my body you creep? You want me to lay back and let you do whatever you want or otherwise I risk death? Fuck you!"

Oh...right, that. Kaz tries not to look too caught off-guard as he glances to the side for a moment. Guess he had sort of...mucked around in her body a bit. But that totally hadn't been his fault, he was unprepared for a female body. "Shut up--I didn't break anything that wasn't already gone..."

"Yeah, because that's really an excuse," she hissed through those bared teeth. Her tail lashed violently and she twisted, trying to break out of his control and straining against it desperately. That was it, just keep talking you bastard. "You really need to work on the apologizing, bucko."

"Who says I'm even gonna apologize?? I bet you did all sorts of shit to my body that I can't find yet." Kaz shrugs with a snort but keeps enough focus on her to hold her still. There's no need to do more than that and truthfully it's easier to hold someone still than to make them move. So this works out pretty well for him.

"I fucking fed you because your freaking girlfriend grabbed me and dragged me back to your place. That's it you damned pervert!" she growled before shuddering. She hadn't liked doing that at all. She twitched, fingers writhing but body unmoving for the time being while she tried to exert control. It really was like fighting Conan's will, a regular 'wiggle your big toe' moment of victories.

...That was it? Really? Huh.

"Yeah, well...then you missed out on your big chance. That's not my problem. Your body's messed up anyway--I practically couldn't help myself."

"You're not really making your case that much better," she growled, eyes glaring at him out of the corner and teeth bared in a rictus of a snarl. Muscles twitching and straining were visible along her arms. "What did you expect me to do, go around and drain some schlub dry?"

"As if--that'd just make you sick and poison my body, idiot. I'm not a damn vampire."

"Wait... what? You mean she had me drinking off her for nothing?" she growled, obviously annoyed at the whole situation right about now.

"Just--look, it's complicated alright?? Don't hurt yourself thinking about it."

She growled at him, shifting about an inch, eyes still filled with hatred and loathing. "You going to let go of me, webspinner or do you like keeping people around like trophies?" she hissed, finally having had her fill of conversation for now.

"That mean you've given up trying to be an idiot and piss me off for the night?"

"For the night," she hissed. Her eyes stayed narrow. "And I'm done punching you over this." She did, admittedly, know her tail and she'd cut Eve slack. She could leave it at this for now.

"Screw with me again, and we've got a different story, and we already know to stay away from each other when I'm nuts."

"Right...that lovely deal. Next time you do that inside Hel I'm coming after you myself, got it? Go do it in Loki or something."

"That won't be a problem," she said. She would have shrugged if she could just yet. "She knows everything I do. I wouldn't expect her to show up here again. Too public, even for her."

"Hmph...well good." He'll ease up on his power's hold then, keeping an eye on her just in case. "Hurry up and get the fuck out of my territory already."

"Don't go spreading it into Loki, do you hear me?" she said on her way out of his hair. She had the look in her eye of someone who wasn't entirely sure this whole thing was over, but for now she didn't feel like testing the difference in their powers, and so made her exit.

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