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Who: Eris & anyone!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: e v e r y w h e r e
When: after that glorious shuffle

[ It's another glorious day in the mortal realm, or as close to it as one can get when they're adrift in space. And you know what? Eris isn't even bothered that she's been summoned there despite the impossibility of it all. The fleet is just teeming with all sort of calamitous potential. So many people at odds with themselves, riddled with guilt or greed or doubt.

Pawns ripe for her to manipulate and lead to their untimely destruction.

Now that she's no longer confined to the Marsiva Eris can move about freely as she pleases, drifting from ship to ship with a mere thought. The Huntress, Tourist, Red Fish, Blue Fish...any ship is fair game to her and so is anyone. So the big question is...what exactly is your character doing? ]

[ ooc; if you haven't seen or filled it out, here is her permissions! Eris will be creeping and/or flirting on your character like hella if you tag in, be warned. ]

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[The bad part about being nocturnal by nature is that, when the lights are low, most of the distractions Kurt's stumbled into are sleeping or otherwise occupied. Sometimes he's one of the latter; tonight leaves at loose ends with his own thoughts for company.

Or, rather, his lack thereof; the night finds him sitting on the ceiling of the cargo bay with his legs tucked under him, eyes closed as he tries some semblance of meditation. Kurt tells himself that he's trying to ignore the ache in his hips and knees from spending too much time walking upright, and not avoiding the heartache that is a memento of home. (But the truth is that somewhere, buried very deep and nestled right up to the flicker of hope that refuses to die, Kurt is beginning to resent his own pain.)]

[ Oh, Kurt. You're just too tempting a bundle of misery for Eris not to bother when you put yourself in denial like that. All she has to do is glance in the Windrose's general direction and she can zero in on him and his silent misery, the way he tries to suppress and avoid it, tuck it away into another part of him where it can fester and grow into something hideous.

Eris loves hideous.

And what's more he's not only feeling that way but for all intents and purposes he looks the part too...as far as human standards go. She'd call him a pretty little monster if it wouldn't be more fun to spook him a little first, the whole of the cargo bay steadily becoming darker as her presence fills to hold. ]

[Even with his eyes closed, he senses a change in the atmosphere. Not consciously at first; Kurt finds himself thinking of his childhood in the Black Forest without knowing why, remembering how in parts of it the trees grew so thick that at high noon the ground below was cast in twilight. His mother had told him vicious fairy tales that supposedly took place under those same trees, sometimes over a meal that he and Creed had caught that day.

(For a sweet child, and he was so tender-hearted, he'd loved hunting with Victor. The animals' screams bothered him, but the blood had reminded him of popsicles when it started to dry on his hands.)

The corners of his mouth turn up, even as a chill runs down his spine. Bigby comes to mind, the enormous wolf whose sheer presence had filled the massive rooms of the Iskaulit. That's when something clicks internally. Opening his eyes to scan the hold, Kurt pulls himself seamlessly into a tight crouch on the ceiling. His tail drifts up in an aborted attempt to reach for swords that aren't on his back anymore.] You'd better come out before you piss me off.

[ Eris can't help it: he actually thinks he's going to intimidate her of all people, with that? A few petty little words from an even smaller man? Oh, that is just too funny. In fact Eris is going to laugh, a low and sultry sort of sound that rumbles through the entire hold, swerving and circling around him as if the Goddess herself is a shark closing in for the kill.

It's really not all that far off. ]

And we wouldn't want that now would we?

[ i mentioned sharks and darkholm LOOK AT ME BEING CLEVER AND CANON-SAVVY ]

[Kurt turns to follow her voice, fluid even when he's on edge; and he is, because he can't see her. With eyes like his, the dark that he so easily hides in means almost nothing to him. But she's right there and he can see everything but her.]

I'm starting to think you do. Have a masochistic streak? [That's rich, coming from him.]

[:Db]

Well...I am a fan of a man with a temper. [ Exceptionally rich. Which is why she'll allow herself to rise out of the ceiling above him for just a moment, long enough to tap his tail with her palm and vanish again. ]

[A man with quick reflexes, too. He does draw in a short gasp when he feels a hand on his tail, but even as the sound leaves his throat Kurt's whipping that deceptively fragile-looking limb through the air, trying to catch (her neck, no one here knows him well enough but Kitty to know it wasn't an accident, no one ever looks at his tail and thinks it's strong enough) her.

It passes through air, and Kurt vanishes in an implosion of smoke that smells of sulfur and brimstone. He doesn't go far though, reappearing in a cloud of the same on the other side of the cargo bay. Being on the floor instantly puts him more on edge, but it's the best angle to see--absolutely nothing. His heart is thudding and he grins ear to ear.] Handsy, aren't we? Hasn't anyone ever introduced you to the concept of wining and dining?

Whatever makes you think I'd want to do that? [ And not just because she doesn't wine or dine. ]

You seem like a woman who wants to get results. [She seems like a pain in the ass, in no small part because her presence feels like fingers through his fur. He pretends that its entirely unpleasant and not, in a small way, invigorating. He always did like to be a little scared.] You catch more flies with honey.

Mmmhmhm...but it's much more fun to crush little bugs like that. [ And you know what? Kurt will get his wish. Eris will appear before him, in the form of her head and face suddenly emerging as it pushes itself out of the shadows of the ceiling, forming wide, bright red eyes with glowing yellow whites.

And just that part of her fills up almost the entire room. ]

You wouldn't want me to do that, would you~?

[ she croons ]

[Talk about a monkey's paw situation.

Kurt refuses to back down, his back straightening enough to send a jolt of pain shooting down his spine. He's really not built to stand like that, but Kurt's proud enough to want it obvious that he's staring her right in the eyes, jaw set.

The mark over his left eye itches.] Does it really matter to you what I want?

[ Aww, he's posturing and everything. How adorable. Eris won't be able to resist reaching out and tapping him on the head with a pointer finger larger than he is, rubbing his head before she slides it back around and under his chin. ]

Now now♥

[Something in Kurt goes white-hot with rage when she does, a growl that sounds like nothing human vibrating in his throat. 'How dare-!' The sound escapes his mouth with a flash of pointed and very white teeth as Kurt reaches out in a flash, wrapping arms around that finger, resisting the urge to bite because it'll validate her treatment.

Instead he teleports further away, taking the limb with him. He reappears with a grin, brilliant and blood-thirsty in the face of his probable death. No way she won't retaliate against that, very likely she'll break every bone in his body, but by God he won't be treated like a house-cat.]

[ Probably, but in this case? Unlikely.

Eris loves that look on him. She loves that he was foolish enough to even try stealing a finger from her, despite the fact that she's only ever as "real" as she conceives herself to be. The moment he teleports away with the digit it dissolves into smoke and the stump is left just a wisp of smoke. Eris doesn't even bat an eye.

But what she does do is rise up out of the hull's floor and rise, both hands coming together as the cup underneath him and drag him up, near eye-level with her. ]

Oh, you are going to be fun.

[His eyes widen comically when he realizes his hands are empty. For a moment he wonders if it was just an illusion, like Fantomex's damned trick with Wade's head, but then she's moving. Then so is he before he can think to teleport, being lifted up to almost level with her eyes.

Setting his jaw and trying to stare her down might not have have the desire effect the first time, but the day he bows before any god he might as well 'port into the blackness of space. He's thought too much and too fondly of that idea for any healthy man.] I've heard that one before, several times. Everyone who's told me that is dead. [Except for possibly Damask, who despite his secret wish probably died with their world. He has no proof that she snuck away, no evidence that she'd killed her doppelganger and lived in a kinder world. He just likes to hope that she did.]

Lucky you then, [ she practically purrs, giving his chest a gentle prod. It'll still probably bowl him over. ] I'm a Goddess♥ You don't have to worry about anything silly like death with me.

[ NOT LIKE KITTY AMIRITE ]

[It actually does manage to knock him off his feet, albeit briefly. Kurt catches himself on a hand and pushes himself back to his feet in an inhumanly fluid motion.]

The hell you say. Gods can die, I've watched them. I've helped kill them. [Not that he has the resources to do that here, not that any of them had been as old or entrenched as Eris. Doesn't matter, he's used to impossible odds.]

Hmhm...I like a man with spirit and the drive to kill♥ [ So she leans in closer, until she can bring Kurt eye-level and stare him down. ]

[Kurt doesn't flinch one bit; even if he might normally, she's made him too angry for it. His tail mirrors that wonderfully, lashing behind him as though itching to snap something. Like her bones, her skull, her neck.]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that a goddess is suicidal.

[ With a display like that, how can Eris possibly resist?

One of the hands making up his perch leaves actually smooths up over his head and down his spine, specifically so that her oversized index finger can follow the length of his tail...and twirl around it. YUP. ]

I'm a Goddess of chaos, little monster. I live for fun little toys like you♥

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