A night "Out" (Hilde)

[Hildegard Merquise]

Saphir remained still, trying her best to do so. She was angry, some foul creature was touching her, restraining her with a weapon! What sort of horrendous creature was the stranger. Bald? How unattractive. HE COULD HAVE USED A DELICIOUS SPECIMEN! Noo, waste the creepy ones on the beautiful young girl. It was difficult to restrain her anger, surely Strovynask would pay. He was easy on the eyes, perhaps his internal organs were just as fascinating. Maybe routing around his insides would make her heart skip a beat and allow her break out in childish giggles, allowing her to be happy for once.

The worry that had been on her face slowly faded to someone more relaxed. She was waiting, yes waiting. For what? For the Russian to let go perhaps, drop his guard, something to give her an opening.

All while waiting wonderfully fun thoughts rolled around in the girl's mind. The idea of cutting the man's chest open, his screams of pain as he suffered without anesthetic. Holding his pounding heart in hand as it slowly stopped. All things Saphir's wildest dreams were made of. It was so difficult not to smile or to move, she longest to spring up and cut the rather unattractive meat bag that dared grab hold of her DDD<

Her revenge would be sweet~

[knightmare13]

'He needs the paintings huh?' Knightmare thought, 'Then the rat back there was telling the truth.' I disabled a punk who came at me trying to strike me with the but of his gun, but it fired when it dropped after I broke the nerve cluster in his arm and almost hit another painting, this caused the man to go off again. "Why are you getting so upset?" Knightmare asked, "These that important?" I turned quickly and noticed behind them was Hilde, 'She's being held!' I yelled, 'We've no time for this Shane, keep going!'
I wasted too much time arguing with myself because right behind me I felt a bash at the back of my head "Damnit!" Knightmare yelled and what happened to that guy will take a while to come back from. Knightmare bolted hitting the ones who got in the way. Not enough to disable them but enough to get them to back up enough for an escape.
'Strovynsk or the girl?'
'This is my body and the girl is priority.' I said dodging Strovynsk and the other and making my way for the chrome dome who held Hilde. "I think she can walk by herself." Knightmare said throwing something at the man's face, a small clear ball that struck him and caused him to let go and I followed with snaking my way behind the man and kicking his knee from behind him and caused him to hit his leg on the ground and followed with knocking him out quickly, I kicked the gun away from him and something feel out of one of his pockets, looked like a switch blade from what I could tell.
"You okay?"

[Hildegard Merquise]

Looking up at him Saphir smiled weakly and nodded, she was trying her damnedest to be normal and act like boring old Hilde. Which often seemed like a pain in the ass, like with the emo kid around valentine's day. That had been a truck load of trouble. Thankfully the masked man wans't one of her friends, so she really had nothing to worry about, right? Although she couldn't help but worry about Shane in the crowd, he mustn't see her act out of character... It wouldn't be good for either her or Hilde.


Feck... That would be lame.

"I'm fine...Thanks." Her smile would curl into a smirk as she looked at the masked man. He could be an interesting play thing to, although not as tempting as revenge. Revenge was something so marvelous on its own, she could never dream of passing it up. Strovynsk would surely feel her wrath. Perhaps not in the art gallery, but she'd get it.

BUWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA

If Knightmare ran off to kick some more people, she'd stealthy go for the switch blade, hiding it in her sleeve as she got to her feet. Red blue eyes looked around, wondering if anyone would notice. Perhaps their attention was all on the masked fighter. She could hope. Her face was worried, while dark and twisted thoughts clouded over her mind.

La ala la ala la ~ I'ma cut you. Cut you so bad you wish you hadn't been cut so bad~~

[knightmare13]

'There, we did your thing, my turn. Knightmare said turning our attention to the rest of the people and going after the man who started this. "Let's get this over with."
'No problem there...' I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off as we ran to deal with the people.

-Strovynsk-

"How dare..." Strovynsk had the expression of pure mallice on his face and snuck to Hilde, "You." He said once he got to her. He reached down and forcefully grabbed her arm and tried to lift her from the ground. "You are gonna pay for this." He said.

[Hildegard Merquise]

Out of nowhere Strovynsk decided that it was all her fault... Yes, its the fault of some middle class policeman's daughter, who was brought to the event as a guest. Yes, because there was so much logic in such a thing. Saphir looked to the Russian with a smirk on her face, unlike before there was no fear expressed on the pale face of the girl. Such a drastic change didn't seem healthy... or normal, right? One simply can't go from a sniveling coward to Saphir, right? The girl had to be crazy, it was the only option.

"Me...? I'm going to pay? What did I do? Really now Strovynsk, I think you'll be the one sorry for this." With all her strength she'd send her foot into his buddies, when in doubt that was the best place to hit a guy, right? Well, it always gave a fun reaction. Her arm was hurting, Hilde's body wasn't exactly a strong one. "Don't blame me for your trouble." Her voice was serious as she grinned at the man.

I want to make you cry >

[knightmare13]

Strovynsk went immediately to his knees and his face was plastered with the infamous "o" face after letting out a grunt. "Wh-what the..." He looked up and felt fear when he saw the look in Hilde's eyes.

-Knightmare-

I had little trouble bashing through the little guards he had. His anger was tantamount at this point and looked at me and I smirked. "Suca." He swore in Russian.

I didn't feel like wasting time in conversation so I rushed him with a left hook which he dodged and hooked my arm with his right. then swung around to grab around my neck and tighten a hold on to me 'Sambo...I hate Sambo users.' Knightmare thought.
'Wait...what's going on there?' I thought to myself as I saw Hilde standing over Strovynsk. 'This probably won't be good.

[Hildegard Merquise]

Saphir watched the man with great enjoyment, he was feeling pain. Silly man didn't watch himself. They never seemed to think that people won't go for the buddies, especially a woman being hassled by an 'obviously' stronger man. "Tsk... tsk.. Silly man." She'd reach out and she'd grab the front of Strovynsk's neck. her semi long nails would dug into his skin, lightly at first.

"You really shouldn't blame me for your failure, what did I do? ha ha."

Saphir smirked as she let the switch blade slide out of her sleeve into her free hand, " now now Strovynsk... Do you think you'll cry?" Flipping open the blade, she'd bring it close to the Russian man's face, lightly pressing the steel to his face.

"Now the question is," She'd whisper,"Will you cry?? I hope you will." She'd chuckle before bringing the blade to his cheekbone and pressing on it as she dragged it slowly down to his chin. Cutting open his face. Her nails were digging in to his neck, far tighter than before. "This is what happens when the big bad Russian man underestimates me." She'd speak only loud enough for him to hear.

Her mind a buzz with plans. When and how she'd deal with him, what it would feel like to pry open his chest and rip out his heart. Oh the thought was enough to warm her stomach and make the girl smile. Red blue eyes focused on the blood dripping down the face of the Russian, it made her happy. Oh yes, she was over the moon with joy. BLOOODDDDD
BBLOOODDD~<3

[knightmare13]

My masks eyes would've went bugeyed if they were my actual eyes, 'Is that....?'
'Another fire to put out kid, I'm taking over.' Knightmare bashed my head into the russians nose and then bashed his shin with the heel of my boot. He cried something but I didn't focus on it.

I ran over to her and grabbed her arm on where the nerve cluster on her arm was, not enough to cause great damage but it should take her away from Strovynsk. 'Pansy.'
'bite me.' 'This doesn't look fine Ms.'

[Hildegard Merquise]

Saphir was about to stab the blade into the side of the man's neck,probably out of sheer boredom? Well, she wasn't going to get away with her plans in a room full of people. The least she could do was leave him dead, or dying with a gift to remember her by. Sadly, someone had stopped her, it was the masked man, he grabbed her arm, which proved to be painful... Ohhh he hurt her, but it wasn't the worst he could do, right? Dropping the knife, the red haired girl turned her hair and hissed at him in pain.

Curse Hilde's fail body.

"And what do you think you are doing?" Her tone was icy, it barely sounded like Hilde. Her normally soft and warm gaze pierced through a person.. Apparently it was able to make a man fearful, or at least it had worked on Strovynsk. Surely, it wasn't Hilde, one couldn't seriously believe it was, right?

"I would appreciate if you got your filthy hands off me Mr. Masked man." She'd glare at Knightmare, motioning at her arm and shaking her head.All while thinking about so many thing.

What?

The longing to unmask the man, to cut him open, to feel his warm insides squish in her hands. What did his pleas and cries sound like? She could only assume it was magnificent, definitely something she had to do. Perhaps not that moment, or any time soon... Maybe after a game of cat and mouse? Get him interested in chasing her, so she could hunt him. Oh yes, that would indeed be enjoyable.

I'm going to have fun with this one~<3 BUWAHAHAHAHAA HAA HA HA.

The question was, escape? She got it covered.

[knightmare13]

I kicked the knife away from her but under my mask I felt that something was off, 'Is this really Hilde...?' I asked,
'Worry about that later, get her away from Strovynsk.' Knightmare said.

I planned on pulling "Hilde" to the side and seeing if any big damage was done to Strovynsk, he was a person of interest and the more able to talk he was the better.

[Hildegard Merquise]

Of course he didn't move away, apparently his was some masked do-gooder, like out of one of Hilde's comic books. How annoying, yet at the same time it seemed so very interesting, why?? what would it be like to rip the face off of the masked man, to know who it was hiding their identity. The fellow just kept getting more and more interesting, although there was one question that came to mind almost lightning fast. What was his hero name? Surely it was something corny like Batman, or Superman.. Or even Spiderman. A name that reflects their costumes and their abilities. What sort of abilities did this man have? Or was he just some normal rich man like Bruce Wayne?

The questions~ Oh the questions.

She watched as he kicked the knife away, of course no weapon for her. What a shame she was disarmed so fast, it would have been fun to have a round with the hero, see what he was made of. If he could fight against a girl and all. Who knew~?

"What part of hands off don't you understand Hero boy?" Saphir questioned in a low cold voice. Hair covering her eyes as she fixed her gaze on the ground. "Really now, it's rude to lay a finger on a lay without a proper.. introduction." As she finished her sentence, she'd kick the guy in the shin, hoping at least he'd let her go. If he did, she'd take a few steps back, wondering whether to grab the knife or to run.

Oh but what about that loose end? That easy on the eyes asian mixed boy? That wouldn't be good, if he were to see Hilde act in such a manner and just run off. That could ruin her school life, Saphir's hiding place, and the easy bond to grant access to another victim. So many decisions, although if she just disappeared, giving dazed and confused back her control of the body, perhaps it would bait maskie into her game?

Who knew, it was worth a shot. But first, it was time to see how things would play out.

[knightmare13]

The kick came to the shin and no matter how many times it was done to me a kick to the shin always friggin' hurts. I tried to poker face it but my grip on her lossened a good bit. 'Damnit.'[/] I said.
'Friggin' kid.' Knightmare said, I ignored it but I was worried if Hilde got out of my grip.

[Hildegard Merquise]

Oh did that hurt? Saphir felt the grip loosen, which allowed her to slip away, getting space between them. She'd move towards the blade and grab it, certainly it could provoke him into further conversation.. Not that anything thus far had been a conversation. That was all she wanted, some answers and perhaps to cause someone a little pain. Yes, She wished to harm someone, even if they had done nothing wrong. Just to work out the fact that mask had stopped her revenge against Strovysk.

"Well? I'd really like some answers mask." Saphir was serious. Contemplating whether or not to run for it and attack the man. What would he do? "I'll leave when I get my answers."

Of course, no one apart from her knew what she meant by leaving. Which was probably for the best. Waving the knife back and forth. What oh what to do. Will he answer? or would she need to get the answer from him in another way>?

[knightmare13]

"Grrr..." Knightmare growled and my eyes narrowed at Hilde. What could I do she had the blade and I knew several ways to disarm her but each one caused a bit of pain. 'Let her ask.' I said,
'Are you insane?'
'I want to see what's wrong with her now. So answer the questions. Knightmare didn't say anything to me about it he must've been currious himself. "What's the question?" He asked in his deep voice.

[Hildegard Merquise]

"Temper temper." She was mocking him, it was so fun. Saphir wanted to see him snap, to test whether or not he had it in him to harm a girl. Finally he would agree to answer her questions, it was just one. What would it hurt? Smirking, the red haired girl looked down at the blade, bringing it up and moving her free hand closer. She'd wipe the blood from the blade on the white dress. Probably not the best thing for her to do. Especially if Hilde were to see it.

"I just want to ask you one thing." Bringing the tip of the knife to her palm, she'd cut the palm of her hand at an angle and find herself fascinated in the blood that belonged to Hilde. It was so odd. "What do you call yourself?" She'd bring the blade across her skin once more, making an 'X', watching as the blood slowly dripped down her hand. Sure it hurt a little, but for Saphir it was fun... Something she enjoyed.


WEIRDO!

She'd start laughing before finishing her sentence. " Surely you have some sort of hero name. I bet you are just some little comic nerd with too much time." Saphir's attention was focused on her hand, although she was still waiting for a response. Poor poor Hilde, she'd have some difficulty when she woke up. How to explain such a thing??