[OPEN] standing dumb in the light

[glowsferatu]

WHO: Kanaya Maryam and YOU!
WHERE: Dormitory levels
WHAT: Kanaya wakes up, she is not at all fond of her circumstances. And so the Tower receives a glowing alien girl conspicuously and shiveringly sneaking through the hallway.
HOW: Action

[ thirty seconds of sleep paralysis is a hell of an introduction to a new setting. by the time it's worn off, kanaya has found plenty of time to begin panicking. it doesn't look like any memory she's ever had, so the most reasonable explanation is that it must be someone else's. it's a dream bubble, right? it has to be. that doesn't explain the collar. something is wrong here. who put her in this ugly jumpsuit? who would even make such an ugly outfit?

once she's on her feet, she spares a moment to wonder if she should make the bed before deciding that there are bigger problems at hand, and ends up missing her introduction letters in the process. she elects to sneak out into the hallway instead, only to find it's cold. unreasonably cold, especially in this miserable outfit. her best hope is to keep moving, see if the bubble doesn't change if she does, stopping at each corner to peek around it. you never know what you might encounter in these things. ]

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[glowsferatu]

[ she has enough time to see him coming and lean away from his horns, but that doesn't completely spare her. he's not a slouch in the speed department himself, and there were no convenient cliffs to throw him off this time.

she takes the shoulder to the chest and goes down with him on top, having to think quickly to respond. so she digs her fingers his back and brings up her knee for the closest vital area she can strike. ]

[hystericull]

[The nails in his back were hardly an issue. The sharp knee to his shame globes was another story. The curl of his lip was replaced with a painful, gaping expression and a sputtering honk. His pain receptors seemed to unanimously and spontaneously combust, leaving his mind reeling - desperately trying to refocus itself.]

[He could feel the bile rising in his throat, he was coughing out pained gasps and focusing as hard as he could on keeping Kanaya pinned down, his forearm across her chest. Blinded by the pain, he could not let a kick in the balls forfeit this entire encounter for him. He curled and slammed a fist down, fueled with all of the resentment from his nuts and aimed for her face.]

[glowsferatu]

[ she staggers from the hit, about as well as one can stagger while pinned. at any rate, her struggling stops for a few moments as she tries to shake the spots out of her vision. he hits hard, that much is certain.

when she finally rolls her head back up to face him, it's to spit some of the blood that's collected in her mouth at him. she then grabs his arm with her hands in an attempt to pry him off while repeating that bulge-check with her knee, but now she does it three times in rapid succession.

she's getting out of this even if she has to tear him apart with her bare hands. ]

[hystericull]

A---!!!

[FUCK!!!]

[For fuck's sake, it felt like someone had put his crotch and his brain into a fucking blender. He was gonna puke. He was gonna fucking puke all over this bitch and it was gonna be her own damn fault. Kanaya's attack had succeeded in getting him to retreat, practically leaping to his feet and away from the assault. He staggered back a ways, clutching his junk like it was going to fall right off, keeping eye contact all the while. Even (especially) if he was at a disadvantageous position, he could never let his guard down.]

[Time to stall. Time to concentrate on not throwing up or bawling uncontrollably or something equally as shameful but more than par for the course after you'd just gotten your goods annihilated. He sucked in a breath, almost choking on it.]

Bitch!!! Filthy, moldblooded, motherfucking cunt!!!

[He was prepared for another attack, even if he wasn't prepared at all. In the meantime, he would drop obscenities like they were going out of motherfucking style.]

[glowsferatu]

[ the obscenities do nothing. they certainly don't keep her at bay. there would be no stalling, no delaying, no letting this opportunity slip past her fingers. she'd waited quite long enough and she wasn't leaving while his head was on his shoulders and his blood wasn't staining the floor. without him weighing her down, she moves to her feet without a word and without acknowledgement of his.

slowly, menacingly, she approaches, her shoulders hunched and her hands clawed at her sides.

her purpose is clear, and she takes to it single-mindedly. her pace quickens before she enters his armspan, hands shooting for his neck. her thumbs will digging in his windpipe they connect. ]