New Toy

Summary:
January 9, 2015: Lily is visited by a Mutant Boogieman (Language)

Lily's Apartment

Lily's apartment is nothing impressive. It's actually mostly bare from her having only moved to New York a couple weeks ago. The room is registered under a fake alias, and really the only place that would take money and register her a room without questions that she could arrange was in Gotham. She'd really rather be in New York, but hopefully things will change once she's settled in a little bit.

The walls of the entire apartment are a staccato white. Stained in some places and peeling in others. The carpet is a plush green and orange which is a little trippy, but this place was built so long ago that it's no surprise the decor hasn't been updated in decades. A naked bulb hangs from the non-working ceiling fan. The kitchen is open with a bar area that lacks alcohol, a bowl of fruit is on the counter with more veggies and fruits scattered around the kitchen. It looks like it belongs to a vegan.

The couch is torn and looks like a craigslist special, stuffed against the wall with an older style CRT television opposite of it, and a makeshift table set up by a board of wood set up on some moving boxes. There are moving boxes scattered around the room, and loose articles of clothing scattered everywhere. This is Lily's apartment.


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Lily's apartment is nothing impressive. It's actually mostly bare from her having only moved to New York a couple weeks ago. The room is registered under a fake alias, and really the only place that would take money and register her a room without questions that she could arrange was in Gotham. She'd really rather be in New York, but hopefully things will change once she's settled in a little bit.

The walls of the entire apartment are a staccato white. Stained in some places and peeling in others. The carpet is a plush green and orange which is a little trippy, but this place was built so long ago that it's no surprise the decor hasn't been updated in decades. A naked bulb hangs from the non-working ceiling fan. The kitchen is open with a bar area that lacks alcohol, a bowl of fruit is on the counter with more veggies and fruits scattered around the kitchen. It looks like it belongs to a vegan.

The couch is torn and looks like a craigslist special, stuffed against the wall with an older style CRT television opposite of it, and a makeshift table set up by a board of wood set up on some moving boxes. There are moving boxes scattered around the room, and loose articles of clothing scattered everywhere. This is Lily's apartment.

The door lock clicks as the handle's opened. Stepping inside, Lily groans and shoves her back against the entrance hallway wall while shutting the door behind her. Her leather jacket is in one hand, which she lets crumple to the floor by her feet along with her keys. "Fuck.. I just need a shower.." She says to absolutely no one in particular.

Her attire consists of a pair of patchwork jeans, torn with a pink studded belt. Her grey shirt with the black words "Never knows best" is stained and torn open where her heart should be. Sighing, she gathers the motivation to push off the wall amd walk into the main room, the living room. With her hands now free, she runs them through her hair.

There's an MP-5 on the makeshift table by the couch. A prize from an earlier run. Loaded.

***

Well there is a problem when you step into the main room of your apartment. Your new gun is field stripped, laid out on one of your towels, and is in the process of being cleaned by a very pretty young blond woman. She is dressed in black leather pants, a red leather top, and servicable boots. She has two .. very unusual pistols in underarm holsters and two knife boot sheaths visible. "Well if you want a shower before we talk I suppose that would be fine Boston Lily."

Her hands are moving with well practiced precision as she cleans that gun without really even looking, like this lady has muscle memory for the MP5 to a disturbing degree. "Busy day?" she finally looks up and over to you now, making eye contact and not seeming, too terribly worried for some reason.

***

As soon as Lily rounds the corner into her living room and spots the other woman, she gasps in surprise, "Fuckballs!"

She does wane offensive or anything though, she just laughs nervously. "If I knew I was going to have company, I would've put something on a bit nicer.." She grins devilishly, pulling down a little on the hem of her shirt. She looks down at it, the stains of her dried blood which doesn't look like blood at all, fortunately, and then the disassembled MP-5. That's good, she doesn't know how to clean those damn things anyways.

Her eyebrows perk momentarily at the mention of the shower and she looks up to the woman before stepping back and pushing herself against her wall for leaning. "Was that an offer? I wouldn't mind some company," she teases. "How did you get in here? Who are you, and more importantly, what do you want?"

***

The currently mysterious blonde in your livingroom picks up the barrel assembly and waggles it in your general direction. "Do you usually try to get heavily armed women who surprise you in your apartment after you have been a busy girl naked with you in a shower Lily?" a smile is cracked there though, a crooked cheshire of a smile now.

She then sets the barrel down. "I can get in anywhere I set my mind to. I'm a concerned party who was informed you took a job you probably should reconsider. What I want is for you to reconsider the job and also to learn some more about you." she starts to reassemble your field stripped gun, piecing it together by memory now as she watches you, and not the gun.

***

"Well, you haven't screamed 'aaaah mutant!'," Lily waves her hands theatrically. Jazz hands! "You know who I am, you know my codename, you presumably know my contacts, and you found my apartment with my fake alias, broke in, and waited for me to come home. Well, shit." She shrugs, making a bit of a 'whatever' face. "I really don't want to do that fighting thing right now, so I figured it was worth a shot." It wasn't a no, either!

"/Which/ contract? I know this game, I know you're just going to play coy with me instead of telling me things upfront, because that's how the game works." Lily raises her hands again and waggles her fingers, "I'm unarmed."

***

The Blonde keeps putting your gun together as she watches you. "I see well my information says you are never really unarmed my new friend." she looks down and slides a clip into your gun back togerher once more. She sets the loaded and completed gun down on your coffee table and looks up to you. "I admit I was curious to see what you would try to do if I provoked a reaction." a light shrug.
"Mutant, well that is better than a Metahuman. Minor genetic and semantic differencees I know but still quite better in my book." she smiles that crooked smile once more. "My name is Mystique and the contract I'm speaking of is the one against Domino. You should really reconsider it as it won't end well for you at all." so much for playing coy right.

***

Lily lowers her hands slowly, "Oh, so you know about that, too?" She smiles innocently and flicks her hair away from her eyes. Cute. Yeah, it's true, a lot of people know that her powers enable her to remotely kill. Often with incredibly painful results. Dying /doesn't/ usually feel too pleasant. Despite Lily's familiar knowledge of this game, she still has a way of underestimating her foes, and unfortunately for her, Mystique is really adept at taking on the appearances of people that aren't very strong.

Pushing off the wall, Lily approaches with a dangerous sway in her hips. She stops, just to lean forward and put her hands on the arm of the couch and grin at Mystique with a predatory grin. "You're too late." She says softly, her black eyes blinking a couple times, "I've already killed her."

Just as punctuation at the end of her declaration, her powers flare up. She's focusing on Mystique's dominant wrist, set on manipulating her wrist to a bloody mess, crunch the muscles and snap the muscles. Unfortunately, she's -another- fucking person resistant to her advances, this is really not her day. She seems to recognise her folly just after beginning, but doesn't stop. "Her corpse is in an abandoned kitchen by the residential park."

***

Those crystal blue eyes watch Lily unpreturbed as she walks up to Mystique like that. They only begin to narrow as Lily starts talking about Domino and claims to kill her. She doesn't strike though, seeming content to let the other mutant get within arms reach like that.

Then Lily starts to use her power, though telekenetically trying to move her biology is amazingly different than anything you have probably tried to manipulate. It is like swimming upstream, against Niagra falls. The girl's body on a molecular level just works very efficiently to maintain the current shape. The hardest push you do there does make the skin on her wrist ripple and an almost beautiful ripple of blue flacehettes appear as her skin slides to her normal hue. "Oh my… if only you hadn't killed one of my associates I would find you so very interesting Lily." she lifts her wrist and hand to shwo it to you better as you flex your ability. Then her whole arm from her elbow on up changes amazingly fast into a gruesome looking bone sword, complete with a jagged edge. She introduces it to your own arm right through the bicep with a speed that is definitely super human and strong too. Of course she has been killing people for well over a century now, so skilled it is. Also that was a get your attention or warm up stab, not a kill you stab and it shows.

***

Lily waggles her hips back a little back and forth, widening her eyes when she feels that biology shift right out from under her mine. As the ripples flow across Mystique's hand, her concentration is just immediately shattered and the pain fades immediately. She stares at Mystique with an expression that clearly reads 'What the /fuck/?' and her brow narrows in disbelief.

Just in time for Mystique's bone sword to impale her arm. She jerks to move out of the way, but fails to effectively evade. The blade cracks her arm's bones and it goes limp on the sword as she cries out in pain, "Aaaaaaaaaoooooww!!!" Her working hand grabs the bone sword to prevent it from going deeper and to prevent her body weight from leaning on it. Just as her knee comes up to brace against the arm of the chair. "Ha.. Haa ow. Fuck. Her concentration is totally ruined, she tries to refocus on Mystique, eyes narrowing, but she just.. She can't.

Her white blood starts to run down the bone sword via the serrated edge, and she just coughs and gasps. "Are you fucking serious? What the hell."

***

Mystique pulls her arm back in a very smooth motion even as she is standing up, the skin below her elbow does that very interesting blue effect, almost like the rippling of scales as her whole form shifts from pale blonde girl to blue skinned yellow eyed red haired dealer of death. Mystique has a reputation amongst the intelligence community of being a ghost, an assassin without equal, and amongst humanity as being a terrorist. Bounties in almost every country in the world all uncollected spanning decades. One of the Founders of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants in mutant Circles. But for all that many in all those communities think she is a Myth or a Boogie man. Maybe all the stories are true, or maybe just some of them.

"Oh… that is delightfully interesting." as she smoothly gets to her feet. She moves like one of those jungle cats from the movies, you know the ones that make the hair on the back of your neck go right up. Facing you Mystique licks your blood off the blade and has this little shiver. "Oh my… that.. is amazing Lily… simply amazing…." she licks her lips there and looks you over "I think I like stabbing you … so very much… I am going to make this last for hours."

***

Lily squeaks in pain at the blade is pulled from her arm. She was holding onto it, so she's yanked forward onto the couch just as Mystique is standing up. Squirming a bit, she uses her foot to push herself all the way onto the couch. Her working hand squeezes her arm and she groans. "Aaah.. haha.. second time today.." That she's been impaled, anyways. It's starting to become an unlucky habit. Her blood gushes from the wound, wetting her shirt again and the torn couch. Her breathing is eclectic and unsteady, fast.

Her eyes watch Mystique's transformation. She knows who Mystique is. She is the -literal- bogeyman. A ghost whose existence is easily denied. A mutant who can change form on demand at any time? She knew there were powerplayers here in New York and Gotham, but she didn't think /Fucking Mystique/ would be included in them. She didn't anticipate her coming to her house. This is bad. This isn't like Boston where there are sheeple for the picking.

A couple beads of sweat form on her forehead and body as Mystique licks her blood off the blade. She just did that earlier today, and she laughs at the thought. It likely seems a little disjointed, given her state. That woozy feeling from earlier is back, is she already low on blood again? This is getting ridiculous. Lily /was/ planning on just taking a shower and recovering tonight, though. It's time to fold.

"I lied.. Hah.. I told my contact to fuck off… Check for yourself." Lily says between breaths and little sounds of pain.

***

Mystique takes another slow lick of the other side of the blade, that strange white goo you consider blood as she watches you struggle on the couch. "Delicious." she mutters and then eyes you, her own alien yellow eyes half closed, almost mere slits as she enjoys the taste and the way her body is reacting to your healing blood. "It's a bit like pop rocks, do you remember that candy, so interesting the way it would react on your tongue when you ate it." then she laughs at your next statement.

"Little one, you lied to me about killing Domino, or you are lying now to save your skin, so I don't show you how you can cut someone ten thousand times before they die?" and next she is in close moving like that jungle cat again. The blade arm is gone, just a blue skinned hand once more. Her face is different though, it is actually a bit of an anthromorphic leopards. Very good nose on her and whiskers as she looks at you eye to eye. "Tell me again little Lily. Tell me you didn't kill my operative before I eat you alive." there is this low level rumble, most certainly the kind that makes goosebumps. Though she is really getting a much better visual on your pupil dilation, your pulse in her ears, and your scent in her nose, a very accurate way to detect lies.

***

"I'm not even your first?" Lily groans sarcastically, still finding at least a little energy to make teasing taunts. Her hand tightens a little bit on her arm, the white blood seeping between her fingers. Her black eyes follow you, full attention for the most part. She's still flicking her power against you, but it's like beans against glass. The spark is there, but it won't ignite the flame, and Mystique probably feels nothing from her amidst the rush she's getting from her plant blood. It tastes itself watery, a little bitter, and honestly like plants. Not surprising, but with that extra zing provided by its interaction with Mystique's biology.

She frowns a little bit and gulps as Mystique's feline face closes in on her. She's flinching a little bit. Her body is a weird biological machine, lacking any central heart, there's only a symphony of quiet thuds that denote her biological system is pumping anything through what should be her veins. If one were used to her biology, they'd be quick to tell that they're pumping /faster/. She's in her own little rush right now. She bites her tongue, and stares Mystique in the eyes, her red irises focusing a little bit as she narrows her eyes. There are little microtremors in her eyes as she tries to catch her breath.

Her biology is alien, but there are still the telling signs. Either she's a fantastic liar or she's telling the truth. "I didn't kill Domino. If you don't believe me, just fucking off me already."

***

Mystique is that good of a liar is the thing, but after staring a moment she decides that she does not think you are. There is a rumble of a husky laugh "Oh you are interesting little …" she licks her lips "Plant girl." she grips your hurt arm soundly and wrenches it around and then licks the wound with a raspy tongue before straightening up and rocking back on her heels.

"I believe you Lily. You did the right thing and didn't kill Domino. You should never lie to me though again like that." she licks her fully human again licks, her form in just a ripple is back to the beautiful young blonde woman. "You don't look so good though, no dying on me from a little cut like that, that would be weak. You aren't allowed to be weak.. I have uses for you." the way she says uses could be anything from that shower earlier, to whole sale murders and terrorism.

***

Lily is more than happy to maintain that stare if it means no more stabbing just yet. The mind is willing, but the body is tired. She chuckles again to herself. Plant girl. That's what she is, alright. The sudden grip and wrenching of her arm makes her cry out in pain again and she sits up to try and twist her body with her arm. That's broken! Any healing she accomplished in the last few minutes is undone and then Mystique is on her, tasting her blood again. The cry of pain fades to one with a note of pleasure at the end and she laughs again.

She's breathing hard again, the endorphins just pounding her body. She doesn't enjoy the pain so much, but it's the after-effects she likes. Looking up at Mystique, she tries to catch her breath, eyes half lidded. She recycles the earlier comment Mystique used on her, "I.. wanted to see.. what would happen.. if I provoked you." She thought she was lying about Mystique. It was a mistake, but she knows now.

"I'll get better," Lily says. She will, this will only take a day or two to heal. But she'll need to lay off until then. And, somehow, all those tattoos on her body will still be intact after being split and cut. They're a part of her. Grinning, she gives it a final shot, "Does that mean you /will/ shower with me? I have honeydew soap."

***

Mystique is feeling that rush from the sap that is your blood and laughs again, the same sort of rolling sound with a lot of bite to it. "Well good, a healing factor, which makes you even more interesting now." she looks you over on the couch thoughtfully. "I look forward to plucking apart all of your abilities, though you could definitely use some training with your talents, honing them."

There is a short pause as the metamorph studies you and flicks her eyes over you "I believe I will be joining you." she leans down to look at you her eyes those inhuman yellow as she stares into yours. "Though I think we will be setting back exactly how fast you will be recovering from that arm injury because of it."

***

"Oh, baby.. You know just want to say to me," Lily teases in a sultry tone, while a grin tugs at her lips. Training? This is what she's been looking for. She's curious what Mystique's got to offer. She's also looking forward to healing her arm which, even after having just been cleaned, is already bloodying up again. Just a few more minutes and at least that wound will close and stop /bleeding/ so much.

But then, Mystique surprises her and actually accepts her flirtation. Her eyes light up momentarily along with her expression. Leaning up a little bit, she hovers her face just an inch or two from Mystique's her nose barely in touching distance from the other woman's. Well, so much for spending the evening healing.

"Let me give you the tour~.." Lily says softly.


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