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Raven awakes to a steady litany of gods and goddesses being repeated in a panicked voice somewhere near her feet. "Janus, Sancus, Portunes, Mors... fucking Neptune, I'll give you my left bollock if it means you'll listen to me just this once - it was an accident, I swear, you have to believe me, I wouldn't have done it if I had known. I'm a faithful servant of the gods, you know that - sure, I haven't always found the time to make a sacrifice when I should've, but I'm a busy man and I meant to, honest. I'll get the replicator to give me a fatted calf, just... don't strike me down for this. It's only been a couple weeks and she said it might take years before I was ready to see Eirene. Just give me that chance, Jupiter, and I swear you won't regret it."

The voice - which is unmistakeably Pullo's - falls silent, though there's a certain amount of low moaning and shuffling from the end of the bed to show he's still working himself up over his 'crime'.

Date: 2013-02-14 05:23 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (regrets collect like old friends.)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
She opens her eyes, at first furious that she's been shunted into quarantine once again before realizing she's in her quarters. No-- not hers. Pullo's.

Blinking, Raven raises her head and sees the top of his, the memory of the fight beginning to trickle back as she hears him list the entire Roman pantheon in a grief-laden voice.

She lets her head fall back and hit the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. He knocked you out.

I'll get the replicator to give me a fatted calf, just--

Her eyes flutter shut; she heaves a sigh. Figures she lets it drag on this long for laughs and ends up getting her ass handed to her, hoisted by her own petard. Maybe Pullo really does have some heavensent help, but it's not this blue broad, and it's time he learned the jig is up.

"Pullo..."
Edited Date: 2013-02-14 05:23 pm (UTC)

Date: 2013-02-14 06:21 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (she can ask for the truth)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
Oh, come on, she thinks, because this is all a little over the top. Not Pullo, who's apparently even more pious in his way than her blue baby boy, but just the entire situation. For the first time, she actually feels something resembling chagrin for screwing with him like this.

Not a lot, granted, but enough to put her foot down.

"Pullo, stop it. Get off the floor," she huffs, exasperated. "Sit." She nods at the bed.

"We have to... talk."

Date: 2013-02-14 07:30 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (sit back down where you belong.)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
Nice, Darkholme. Really nice. You've got the guy looking like an abused animal.

"I wasn't testing you," she says. She's leaning against the headboard, arms crossed defensively. "All I wanted was a good fight. ...and I got it."

Date: 2013-02-15 04:59 am (UTC)
born_guilty: (always crashing in the same car.)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
"Because I like to fight?" she says, exasperated. "Oh, come on, Pullo! I'm not a goddess!"

She leans forward, her tone cranky and severe, intent on breaking it down for him.

"Look-- the gods don't exist. It's just us, stuck on a piss-poor substitute for Olympus for the rest of our miserable lives." Her head is pounding, her jaw hurts, and she can't stand another second of that look he's giving her. "I was bored out of my damned mind, OK?! I needed a laugh."

She really can't stare at that completely crestfallen mug anymore, so she just wipes a hand over her face, rubbing at her temple and waiting for him to finally react.

Date: 2013-02-16 12:19 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (pullo-face)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
"I'm a mutant, not a god." She changes into him, the transformation moving quite a lot slower than usual, flowing down her with some resistance; she's too exhausted to react to the fact now, but overall, she's disgusted with her nanite-hampered performances. When she returns to herself, her blue body snaps back, like Pullo's form had been stretching her skin out like an elastic. "You don't know what that is..." she mutters, half to herself. "We're people born with special abilities, because of our genetic make-up-- our blood. You might have a few in your time, but it's doubtful you've met any. We were apt to get burned at the stake in the earlier eras."

Date: 2013-02-17 01:43 am (UTC)
born_guilty: (yesterday don't matter if it's gone.)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
She frowns at him, unable to believe that's all he has to say.

Seeing him now, sitting at the edge of the bed that he carried her to after she goaded him unwittingly into a fight, peaceably accepting the fact that she's lied to him for two weeks straight, makes her speechless.

"Well?"

Date: 2013-02-17 01:23 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (regrets collect like old friends.)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
Raven continues to stare him down. Eventually, she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes lightly.

"No."

Date: 2013-02-17 01:43 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (yesterday don't matter if it's gone.)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
So she should've gone with Erik. Damn.

"...and at any point, did you suspect that I was perhaps not the child-bride goddess of spring!?"

Date: 2013-02-17 02:10 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (one more thing before we start)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
"'Fibs?' I lied to you for two weeks about literally everything." She pauses, then changes her tack.

"I had you running errands for me. Like a slave. You're telling me that doesn't piss you off?"

Date: 2013-02-17 03:30 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (pic#)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
"I don't want a slave," she mutters, retreating a little as she sinks back into the pillow. His amiability is a wall that she just doesn't have the energy to scale right now. And besides, it's true: she can only handle so much hand-and-foot service before she starts to get bored, and frankly, the notion that this guy would show up and take her at her word, despite any real effort on her part to uphold her end of the fantasy, is insulting on multiple levels.

Pullo is clearly a good guy who doesn't ask a lot of questions-- all the more reason he doesn't belong anywhere near her.

But hey, she hasn't exactly been holding back: he knows what he's signing up for, and if that's what he wants, she sure as hell isn't turning him down. The last two weeks have been good weeks.

Raven looks at him with a level, evaluating gaze, and eventually, a smile creeps onto her lips.

"Has anybody ever told you that you might need professional help? That you're, y'know, 'non compos mentis'?"

Date: 2013-02-17 06:14 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (she never would say)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
It's hard not to smile when she's got that enormous goofy grin trained on her, but it doesn't last long, because something suddenly occurs to her.

"...did anyone see you carrying me here?"

Date: 2013-02-17 11:24 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (she is fast & thorough &)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
Her relief is obvious. "Good."

She reaches up to touch it and fixes him with a wry look. "Damn right you did. I'll be fine. By the way, if that guy ever actually shows up, you have my express permission to knock him down and make sure he never gets back up again."

Date: 2013-02-19 01:53 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (she can ask for the truth)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
Her mouth puckers at the sarcastic title, and she stirs to get up. She wants a hot shower, followed promptly by a long nap in her own bed; her head is throbbing.

"Listen," she says, pausing to look at him before she moves past. "You did a good thing. I owe you one."

Date: 2013-02-19 03:50 pm (UTC)
born_guilty: (her mind is tiffany-twisted;)
From: [personal profile] born_guilty
"You might want to write it down," she suggests, poking him in the forehead before she crosses the room.

"And don't think this lets you off the hook for tonight." The door slides open and she glances just slightly over her shoulder, checking in with him. They have a standing arrangement: he shows up and entertains her by playing literally the worst hands possible with a self-satisfied look, and doesn't upset the table when she wins several times in a row.

Though maybe now she has to show some more restraint with her victory hustle.
Edited Date: 2013-02-19 03:50 pm (UTC)