El!
El has been with the site for nearly two years now and has continued to prove her value. Currently, she is heading up our site event, Battle for Liberterram, on top of keeping up with her own personal plots.
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Peggy Carter!
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Eight O'Clock on the Dot!
El and Lux are making magic in this thread. Straight up fireworks, and the way they've played with drawing out the reveal is top class.
Having her guess confirmed was a bit of a shock, and yet, all the pieces seemed to fit nicely in place. Pointed ears. Super strong. Accent (because they lived under the sea, and if she expected they had American accents, she’d be kind of racist and assuming, wouldn’t she?). Oh wait, he’d said he was from Germany. Scratch the accent. Still, she was fairly certain there were other indicators. Maybe he had webbed toes or something inside his shoes. She didn’t even want to think about the swimmer’s frame he probably had under that silly gangsta-wannabe outfit he was currently sporting.
“Oh?” Aww, cute. A special snowflake. “That’s pretty rad. I mean, I think I’m pretty unique, too, but I don’t really stand out from the rest of my kind.” Except when winter rolled around and she abstained from anything and everything pumpkin spice. Darcy Lewis was many things, but a basic bitch was not one of them.
The fact that he had to duck his head a bit to get past the threshold made her giggle a bit. He was around the same height as Thor, she guessed. A part of her almost felt bad for the demigod now. Jane wasn’t exactly a large woman, so when she’d signed her name on the lease, she likely hadn’t thought about the need for high ceilings. Or door frames. Or anything like that, really. The idea of Thor accidentally bumping his head in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning was incredibly amusing - she’d have to tease Jane about it next time she saw her. For now, though, she needed to focus on getting Alex something rad to wear.
When he began to remove his clothes right then and there, time seemed to stop. Somewhere in the back of her brain, her conscience was telling her to turn away and that it was rude to stare. But he was taking his shirt off. She’d never actually been attracted to gangsta guys, but damn. Maybe she should reconsider. Soon enough, the silky black fabric of the shirt was obscuring her view of the Atlantean’s abs and she finally blinked for the first time in what felt like forever. “So far, so good…” she murmured, as realization smacked her between the eyes.
Hoo boy. Was it hot in here all of the sudden or was the alcohol just hitting her something fierce? As Alex slipped off to change the lower half out of view, she turned towards the bedroom door and fanned herself with one hand. This was not how she’d imagined tonight would go, but she wasn’t hating it by any means. The sound of his return caused her to turn back around. It was a bit loose, but he had a belt. All in all, it wasn’t half bad.
Grinning at the tie in his hands, she chuckled and stepped forward to pull the silk item from his hand. “Here…” she offered, wrapping both hands around the back of his neck as she situated the accessory so that it sat flat under the collar of the shirt. It didn’t take her long to get it tied correctly - her father was rubbish at this kind of thing, and she sometimes wondered how Selvig even functioned at high society galas before her arrival into their little clique. Adding the final adjustments to the tie, she took half a step back so that she could get a better glimpse at him. “Not too shabby…” she murmured with a satisfied, almost affectionate smile. “Not too shabby, indeed…”
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Mar 5, 2017 3:47:28 GMT
Tigershark wondered if he should talk himself up even more. Nah, she seemed to imply that was a bad thing. But it was true; he stood out and thankfully she thought he was unique and special, and not at all like anyone else. Good, he wouldn’t remind her. He’d just keep charming her with his totally awesome...charm that he possessed. “Yeah.” was all he offered in response to her statement.
While he enjoyed towering over other, it did make getting through any place without high ceilings challenging at times. At the very least, he took pride in the fact that he was one inch taller than Namor, so he was totally better than the King of Atlantis. At least, he thought he was. More oddly introspective thoughts were coming to him now, but Alexander shook those away. He had more important things to think about.
Like how slamming Darcy was. Thankfully, the clothing change helped in that regard, especially so when she had to tie the tie. Most clothes weren’t difficult...suits with ties, though? That was difficult. It wasn’t a necessary skill for him to know, and so he’d never learned it. He decided that if Darcy was going to lean in this close every time for something like this, perhaps he shouldn’t learn how to tie ties. His only complaint was that the fabric wasn’t very breathable.
But he did look good. Of course he did; he looked good in anything because he was good looking. Those were the rules, right? Oh...yeah he should probably ask about why the suit thing. Or why she’d left the cab out front. “So vhat’s vith za suit?” He asked her in his accented English.
Ugh, why didn’t everyone know German? He sounded so much cooler in German. But Darcy didn’t seem to mind and that was all that mattered. Well that and ‘getting some’ but apparently this wasn’t her place or part of the plan yet. He’d just wait. And maybe have some more drinks while he was at it. Yeah, that seemed like a good plan.
Darcy was rather pleased with herself at how fine he'd turned out. Maybe she shouldn't have tried to hard in college or busted her butt to get into SHIELD. Fashion design was a well-paying career. Granted, she didn't actually design the clothes. She'd just picked them out of Thor's closet. Oh well. If SHIELD didn't work out, and she forgot everything she knew about political science, maybe fashion could be her fall back.
"The place we're going doesn't really appreciate the kind of... swag that your outfit had. But this oughta get us in the door," she explained, chuckling at some unspoken joke. Grabbing the baggy pants and shirt, she bundled them up and motioned for him to follow her. She contemplated just leaving his clothes here in her recliner, but without a note, that could be awkward. Instead, she snatched one of Jane's empty satchels and stuffed the clothes inside before heading towards the door.
Making sure the apartment was closed and locked up behind them, she shoved her keys back into her purse and turned to offer Alex a smile. He was going to hate this place, she just knew it. The little dance hall was classy and so far as she could tell, was everything Alex wasn't. Which is why it was going to be so fun dragging him out there. He seemed tense, and considering all the shit this city had been through lately, she wouldn't be opposed to helping him lighten up a bit.
The grin spread out on her lips was the epitome of elation, and it didn't die down until they finally reached the sidewalk again. She was pleasantly surprised to find the same cab still there, waiting patiently. Leaning forward, she gave the driver the name of the place and a general vicinity before flopping back into the seat beside Alex. "So what kind of stuff do you normally do for fun - besides go to clubs with your not friends and use ridiculous pick up lines in an attempt to woo women?" she asked, turning slightly on the seat so that she was facing him.
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Mar 17, 2017 1:32:28 GMT
Tigershark didn’t really like the suit, but he did admit that he looked good in it. Well, of course he did; he looked good in everything, of course. Because it was him wearing the clothes. Not the other way around, although Alex never had understood the phrase of ‘the clothes wore him’ in the first place. Then again, he probably looked better in a suit than Namor did, so that was something.
Plus he still had his awesome shoes, that was for sure. “Vell, alright. But it should make an exception for me.” Because he was great and other people should learn to acknowledge his greatness. Most people were below him; not Darcy, of course. She was alright; on his level, even. She recognized greatness when she saw it since she liked him. She gathered up his clothes and it seemed like they’d only come to this place simply for him. He wondered if it was her house, but then that meant she hung out with Thor. She’d said as much, after all.
Though from the way she’d dealt with things, he didn’t think she stayed here. Maybe she was friend’s with Thor’s woman or something. That guy was dating a girl from here, right? And then his dad had gotten angry about it, or something? That was all Tigershark could recall that he’d heard of about the thunder God. Best not to annoy a man who had electricity powers.
They trekked back through the house, back to the cab which was still waiting, motor having been turned off after a few minutes. The surface was so much quieter than the water, in some ways. In other ways, the noise was overwhelming, but not in the same way. It was why it had taken Alexander some time to get used to the differences between the surface and the sea.
Once more they ended up in the Taxi, with Alexander having to scrunch up a bit, due to his height. It was then that Darcy asked him a question which was hard to answer in many ways, so he just started with some of the first things he enjoy. “Gladiator fights.” It also did not occur to Tigershark that perhaps Darcy wouldn’t want to know all of his interests. What else did he do? The HYDRA stuff wasn’t really work, but it wasn’t really a hobby either.
He supposed it used to have been work. “Watch movies; Tarantino films are za best.” Tigershark said, nodding as if this were a universal truth. “Work Out. Listen to music.” Tigershark said, ticking them off one by one. “Drive…” Okay, so he couldn’t drive, but it looked cool and like it would be fun.
It was honestly probably a good thing Alex hadn't been wearing this suit when he'd first approached her in the club. Even though she could tell it was slightly too big (though maybe that was only noticeable because she knew who it actually belonged to), it looked damn good on him. A sharp suit like that and a dorky pick-up line... Unf, she'd have been sold even before she'd stood up and found out just how tipsy she really was.
Fortunately the booze was slowly - agonizingly slowly - beginning to fade.
Unfortunately, Alex was still damn fine.
"And why is that?" she chuckled, shooting the German hottie a curious grin. He sure did think highly of himself. If she wasn't all full of booze (seriously, had she really only had two??), she'd probably hate this guy's ego. He reminded her of -- oh, fuck. No, no, no. She wasn't attracted to this guy because his ego reminded her of Tony. That was crazy. He was hot because he was hot, not because he was so egotistical, he made her roll her eyes and laugh all at the same time.
Dammit, Tony! The man hadn't called her in over a friggin' week - possibly even two. He didn't deserve to be on her mind. Especially not while she was alone in a cab en route to a swanky night club where people danced (actual dancing, no less) to jazz music.
"If you need more leg room, you can use my side," she offered, noticing just how much he had to scrunch. "Here." Reaching forward, she tugged at his knees, helping him stretch his legs out in the foot area in front of her.
One eyebrow lifted in curiosity at the first item on his list. She knew plenty of stuff about Atlantis according to Hollywood, and a few details about their King (namely, his personal participating in the annals of surface history), but nothing about the real underwater kingdom. "Dude, is that actually a thing?" she asked, excitement clear in the way her voice hitched slightly.
"Ooooh... Hell yes, Tarantino is the shit!" Gangsta swag or no, if this dude loved Tarantino, they could definitely be friends. "Oh? Let me guess... You're a big fan of rap, aren't you?" she smirked. His clothing at the club had been the biggest give away - it screamed white boy rapper. Granted, Alex wasn't exactly white. He was like... some kind of... tan... though, maybe that was because he was Atlantean and spent time at the beach. Fuck if she knew.
"I hate driving here in this city. It's so stop-and-go. And the drivers are total assholes." Turning up to face the cab, she grinned sheepishly. "No offense." He waved her off - it likely wasn't the first, nor the last time he'd heard such a remark. "So, what kind of car do you drive?"
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Mar 27, 2017 2:12:56 GMT
On Tigershark’s end of the deal, he was still pretty drunk. He wanted more alcohol, actually. Surely where they were going would have some, right? Anyways, it wasn’t important. What was important was impressing Darcy. He’d been doing pretty well so far, and she hadn’t hit him or scoffed and walked away so that meant he was doing something right. She liked him. It was a pretty good and exciting feeling. He was totally gonna get some tonight, he thought. “Vhy?” Tigershark repeated, thinking for a few moments. “Because I’m za best, zat’s vhy.” This was obvious to him, so it should be obvious to others.
He didn’t really elaborate on that, remembering from some of the movies he’d seen that women seemed to not want to hear about how cool and manly a man was, but rather want them to be sensitive...but also manly. But only when they wanted it to be so. It was a mystery as to why they wanted things that way, but who ever claimed to understand women, after all? Not that his thoughts were all that deep. Tigershark did take her offer to stretch out his legs; it wasn’t his fault he towered over everyone.
At least they would know who was their better when they looked at him. “Yeah? I mean it’s not really to the death…” He responded with confusion, feeling like most people should know that. “Though I also like the Monster Truck rallies up here.” Anything violent was right up his alley, actually. Apparently Darcy got it, which only made him even more sure that he’d hit the jackpot.
Especially with her next response. “Hell yeah! Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs? zat’s za shit.” Tigershark said, happy he’d finally met a girl who liked this sort of stuff. “I did not get to see Za Hateful eight, zho.” Tigershark lamented. It was one of the ones he’d wanted to see. The next comment was spot on, of course. His attire screamed it, after all. “Yeah. Vhy, aren’t you?” Tigershark asked. Rap was the music that promoted ripping into other people verbally and telling people how cool you were. What about that wasn’t amazing?
What kind of car did he drive? Well he didn’t drive. But what kind of car sounded cool to drive? Tigershark had to think for a moment. “Red 1955 Thunderbird.” That seemed cool enough to drive, even though the amount of time he’d dedicated to thinking about it and the inflection of his voice clearly indicated that he was lying, one skill that Tigershark simply could not master. It wasn’t his style.
"Oooh... Still think you're the best, huh?" she chuckled, grinning almost stupidly at just how silly he sounded. It wasn't the accent; it was definitely the bravado. Were all Atlanteans this egotistical, or was he some kind of special breed? He certainly looked different from the Atlanteans she'd seen during the battle, at least. Darcy smirked and let her hip bump into his as they continued down towards the cab. "And what if I told you that you're wrong because I'm the best?"
With his legs more over on her side of the cab, she used his knee to prop herself up as she listened. Clearly, personal space wasn't an issue. Hearing more about the gladiator fights was intriguing, especially to the political science major in her. She'd never heard about those... but then, she really didn't know much about Atlantean culture to begin with. "I bet the gladiator fights are cooler, though. I mean, you've seen one monster truck plow over a line of Mini Coopers, you've seen 'em all, right? Different people have different fighting styles, though..."
Honestly, she could probably go on. And well, maybe she would... "I gotta admit - cheesy kung fu movies are totally a guilty pleasure of mine. No matter how bad the plots or the dubbing is, though, the moves are always sick as hell."
Her smile continued to brighten as Alex listed off some of his favorite Tarantino flicks. Finally, she was getting to the real dude beneath the gangsta. "I'll always be a fan of From Dusk til Dawn. And Inglorious Basterds..." One eyebrow lifted at his admission and she nodded in thought. "I didn't either. Was pretty bogged down with school and work... I heard good things, though."
At his next question, Darcy offered an almost sympathetic smile before chuckling. "I'm very selective when it comes to rap. Basically, it's gotta be from the 90's. I'm a sucker for the classics, but not terribly into the current rap scene," she shrugged. Tastes changed over time. Her love for rock and roll had never changed, of course, but rappers these days seemed all bling and no real substance.
One eyebrow lifted as Alex took a few moments to think about his answer. Either he was coming up with a lie, or he hadn't seen his car in awhile. When he answered, she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt by not calling him out and nodded approvingly. "That's a pretty sweet ride. I dunno if it'd be able to keep up with my 2013 Ford Fiesta... Lime green," she grinned, her amusement sparkling in her eyes.
Tony hated her car, but damn did she love that thing. It was her Jelly Bean - J.B. for short. She rarely drove it here in the city, of course. It just wasn't feasible. But it helped her get back home to visit her parents on occasion. Plus, it was the first car she'd financed, and now that it was paid off, she was hesitant to let it go.
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Post by Alexander Cuvier on Jun 4, 2017 7:33:42 GMT
Oh. Well, he hadn’t considered that. “Vell, vhat are you za best at?” Clearly, he couldn't be the best at everything. Just the things that mattered and gave him a reputation as one bad mother. “Because I’m za best at, well, everyzing zat matters. Fighting, Loving, Romancing. Like James Bond, only cooler.” And less need to waste the entire time talking about doing things; actually doing the things.
Tigershark thought about it for a moment. “I mean, I guess so.” He paused. “It’s all za same to zho. Doesn’t matter about weapons or vhatever.” Nothing in Atlantis, save for two people and the Trident, could really damage him. “I’m really good at fighting.” He stated. He totally needed to figure out a way to get Darcy down to Atlantis so he could show off to her. Good thing he found the right kind of girl; hot, liked fighting, clearly liked him as well.
Yeah, this was going great. “Oh yeah, zose are great. Enter za Dragon, man.” Tigershark mentioned. “Bruce Lee, is like, super cool. Almost as cool as me. Until the Chinese Mob killed him.” Tigershark mentioned, managing to get his ego in there a little bit.
Tigershark didn’t look pleased at the mention of Inglorious Basterds; perhaps he was one of the few Germans who just found the entire thing distasteful. Not to mention woefully inaccurate. “Vell, I mean, I don’t like zat one. But zhen I am A bit closer to za subject matter at hand.” He stated, indicating his earlier German heritage; perhaps it was the sadistic glee or the fact that no one was likeable really, or the fact that somehow a Jewish woman evaded capture that long or that Hitler would never have gone to France during the timeline set…
“I like Eminem. And Angel Haze.” He mentioned. “And Ludacris.” Those three comprised most of his playlist in the first place. Also they were probably the best. Nicki was was too fake for him in the first place, plus Angel was better in addition to being hotter than her. Other rappers didn’t hold a candle to those three. She seemed to believe him about his car, which was a relief.
“Nice. I like Green.” Tigershark said in response. Which was true; it was a nice color. “So, when do we get there?” He asked. Besides, he wasn’t going to tell her he didn’t know how to do dancing with the stars dances.
