IC CONTACT ➛ mask or menace.

[bragnificent]

❝ Ｙｏ， ｙｏｕ ｇｏｔ Ｒｅｇｇｉｅ． Ｌｅａｖｅ ｉｔ！ ❞ ( ♪ )

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[areou]

( she laughs with him, or maybe at him (it's always hard to tell with her), spinning the water gun around her finger by the trigger handle. it morphs into the hilt of a sword, the muzzle lengthening to the shape of the blade. she twists her wrist so the metal of the blade catches the light as it swings. )

Perks of being a superhero. I never had these powers back home, but my dad did. You know, being Ares and all.

( on her next upswing, the blade shortens, clarisse now brandishing a pair of scissors. she offers reggie her finest shit-eating grin. )

You sure you don't need a trim? ( she opens and closes the blades. snip snip. she's just fucking with him, though, so he really shouldn't worry. then again, if he starts to feel a little more agitated than he might normally, that's just another side effect of being around her. when she's looking for a fight (even a playfight), she usually gets it. she doesn't always need to use her powers. )

[bragnificent]

[ Ares is probably one of the few God-figures Reggie has actually heard of and knows a thing or two about, because while he's no mythology geek, of course he'd know about the badass war gods. A guy's gotta know who his role models should be, who his people™ are, both for himself and for branding purposes. The same thing applies to history.

Anyway, that obviously works in Clarisse's favor; there isn't a lot she could do right now Reggie wouldn't find more cool than obnoxious. Impressive, even. Like that sword, for however briefly it exists for. ]

That. Is awesome. Can you turn it back? [ He wants to hold it. ] I didn't have any powers back home either, so I'm just glad I wound up with a good one. Seems like that can be a real crapshoot for most people.

[areou]

( clarisse shrugs and the scissors turn back into a sword. she's starting to feel a little headachey, a dull throb behind her temples; this happens sometimes when she makes things change shape too often. it's not necessarily the best showing off power, but it's definitely the coolest. aside from the zombies, of course. but that's for another time. )

You want it? You can have it. ( she gestures the hilt in reggie's direction. she has way, way too many random swords lying around. she never thought having too many weapons would be a problem, but when there aren't any monsters to kill, they just pile up uselessly, especially when you can just conjure a new one whenever you want, wherever you want. )

What are you powers, anyway? Impersonating Elvis?

[bragnificent]

What?

[ Reggie looks at her blankly for a second, like is that a joke?, before he takes the sword from her and uses the reflection on it to fix his hair. He doesn't really know how to use a sword, like, for real, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't love to keep it just in case-- the only weapons he's got at home otherwise are a second-hand switchblade and things like his baseball bat or tire irons, and while he's no weirdo weapons-hoarder, a guy should still be prepared.

He holds the sword up, admiring himself in the reflection for a few more seconds before he moves it around a little just to get a feel for the weight, running his fingers along the flat of the blade. ]

Thanks. [ Then he takes another drink, casually. ] I can make any drink alcoholic. Or like, stronger. It's pretty sweet. Comes in handy a lot, that's for sure.

[ Or less strong, or non-alcoholic if it is already, but no one cares about that. ]