Ophidia's Room - Changing
Closing the door behind her, Ophidia walked over to where she had left the window open previously and closed it firmly, pulling the latch. She looked about her room with narrow eyes, checking that all was in order before she began the task of changing.
Stripping off the long white dress she had been wearing before, she rummaged through her drawers, the naked form of her body silhouetted in the moonlight. No lights were on in her room, it was lit up more than enough for Ophidia's liking by the night sky.
A smile crept across her face as she found what she had been searching for. "My beauty, indeed..." she muttered as she held before her the outfit that had laid dormant in her drawers for so long, hardly worn since the days she spent stealing for a living.
Stark and brilliant white, the garments she had chosen were constructed completely of leather. A pair of figure hugging trousers was teamed with an equally tight, zip-through sleeveless top, and a pair of calf length boots, pointy-toed and stiletto-heeled. One would hardly think these boots as practical - however the truth was, that Ophidia felt just as, if not more, comfortable in them than she did her own feet.
Zipping up the top, Ophidia stood in front of the mirror. She clipped on a silver chain belt, something she was never without when on a job. Made for her by Gypsy hands, it was a series of O's, joined with tiny and delicate links.
::The main problem with having the speed that Pietro Maximoff has is that his clothes tend to fray. He wears very simple clothes now because of it, made of materials that tend not to be available to the general public. He still has old superhero connects...old supervillain ones as well.
::He arrives at Ophidia's door dressed entirely in black, pants and shirt, a bad of silver across the chest and at the elbows and cuff. His shoes are knee high boots with steel tips at the toe, anything less tending to melt or shred at the speeds he sometimes attains.
::His hair is left free, long in his eyes because it is how he has always worn it and always would. He thinks when it runs it looks dramatic, and he has always been one for a dramatic appearance, the vain thing he is.
::It is a dark outfit, far more sinister then he has ever favored before.
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Hearing the knock on her door, Ophidia smiled at her reflection in the mirror. "Perfect timing.."
She opened the door, and was greeted by Pietro, changed as well. He looked stunning, an entirely black outfit, and her smile widened when she saw him, exposing her long and brilliant white fangs.
"Darling.. you look ravissshing. Ssso delightfully evil.. It sssuitss you."
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Ophidia smirked as Pietro blocked her exit. She was liking him more and more with every moment.
"And what if it wasss my intention? Can you blame me.. really?" She stood her ground, folding her arms in front of her chest, the cruel points of her fingernails resting gently on her own bare arms.
"The worsst in you, and the worssst in me, may work out to be the bessst for both of usss." She spoke cryptically with a flick of her eyebrows, her slim frame outlined in moonlight as she stood in the middle of her room, staring into Pietro's eyes.
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::Pietro smiles at her and wonders how far he is willing to go with all this. Dressing the part and playing nasty man is fine here in these enclosed spaces, but he knows that his father would never trust him without some test of his casting aside the ways of passivity that his days had a hero had instilled in him.
::He takes a deep breath and tells himself that he has made his choice.
::It is time to do as much wickedness as possible.
"I propose a game, Ophidia." he says, maliciously. "We taunt and torment the human world tonight. Whoever does the most damage gets to do what they want with the other. What do you think?"
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Ophidia drew in a breath as she heard Pietro's proposal, a long, low hiss that seemed to resonate around the room. Her smile grew wider, turning her face into an expression that could not be described as anything but evil.
"I like your ssstyle, Pietro.. I like it a lot." She walked up to him, and placed her hands on either side of his head, leaning her head towards his.
"But.. you already knew that. Your propossal isss mossst appealing, I like gamesss... I will gladly acccept."
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::He brings his head down and kisses her, roughly, and suddenly.
::When they part he says, "Sealed with a kiss."
::Pietro goes to the door and says, "You realise this is puts me in a quandry. Do I do my worst to please my father, or do I purpose lose out of my curiosity of the consequences?"
::He offers her his hand, "We'll see how the cards call, I think."
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Ophidia smirked as Pietro walked to the door, her eyes drawn to watch his lean form as he moved away from her. She stood for a moment, enjoying the sight, before walking to a drawer and removing two long, thin daggers from it.
She regarded the twin blades in the moonlight, smiling, before sheating them in her boots and taking Pietro's hand.
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Exodus's voice sounded telepathically within Quicksilver and Ophidia's minds.
"I thought I would inform you that I shall be preparing to depart in just a minute or two. Sabretooth is getting a little restless. Our first port of call will be Atlanta, where we shall entertain ourselves as only we can. So hurry now if you don't want to miss out on the fun."
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Looking into Pietro's eyes as she heard Exodus call them, Ophidia smiled. "That'ssss our cue. Atlanta now, is it Exodus?" she hissed quietly as she began to walk forward, the cruel heels of her shoes loud against the floorboards.
Not breaking her gaze with Pietro, she licked her lips. "Ssshall we go then..?"
"There are humans in Atlanta to harass same as in New York." Pietro shrugs.
::He is anxious to explore his cruelty, to know exactly whether or not he can truly be the son his father wants him to be. "Let's go, Ophidia, I am getting bored now."
::Pulling on her hand a little too roughly, he turns to go meet the others.
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