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Test Drive Meme #2
You wake up in a closet. It's a nice enough one, clearly owned by someone with a large bedroom and too many clothes. There's a dim light on but no switch to make it brighter. As your eyes adjust and you come to the realization that this is probably not a dream, you notice you aren't alone. Locked in the closet with you is (at least) one other person who seems just as confused and disoriented as yourself.
On the door, you can both see a list with a possibly familiar title and a familiar set of rules; Seven Minutes In Heaven. The door will be locked for a probably very long seven minutes and it will not open no matter how much you try to force it. In the closet air is a hefty dose of aphrodisiacs that might be clouding your normal judgement. The longer you wait, the more you want to give in to the game.
Will they really let you out when the seven minutes are done? Or will the countdown start all over again until you consent? Only waiting will tell.
EDIT: Aphrodisiacs are OPTIONAL, not required. Also feel free to make your own scenarios, themes are merely for those wanting an idea.
Yeeeeeeeeeeees
[And she's been called worse, in fact the nickname doesn't even phase her. The response is quickly fired off as she doesn't even hesitate to swing onto the ladder, landing a well-placed kick to the AI trying to grab her ankle.
It's a quick ascension and a little creativity to keep the thing off the ladder as she pulls it up. While she's not sure that'll keep it down there for long, it might be enough to give them a chance.
The acrobatic moves are followed once Natasha's sure the ladder's up - giving a little laugh.]
I take it you have a little experience dealing with these things?
Hehe. Stealthy acrobatic girls for the win?
[Flipping and whipping up to vault onto the top floor, she landed with surprising lightness and looked down. Gauging the distance and making sure that Natasha had gotten just enough space in catching up, she reached out a hand. Frost glittered along her palm as she took the powers she'd been given by Thanatos. Beneath Black Widow, the air chilled considerably. Ice and frost saturated the stairs thickly, leaving wet, frozen and slick ground that even those robots wouldn't be able to follow on.
Unless they cared enough to go for the stairs in the locked building and make their way up that way, they'd have at least a breather. Sometimes? She almost forgave the gods of that wretched island for what they put her through. It did come in handy. About the time Natasha was catching up, she smiled wickedly and made her way to the roof, speaking over her shoulder.]
A little. They're like thugs and toughs back home. Just fewer places to stick a knife. Have to get creative.
Absolutely
And this girl seemed to be working her way up the list to Natasha's new favorite people here. The whole running from something trying to kill you was often a pretty good test of someone's character - not that she was in a position to be picky.
Any quips she might have had ready to retort are silenced at the display of power. Well, that's new.]
Neat trick. [Definitely making a mental note of that.] I miss the good old days where killing someone didn't require actually checking if they were human first.
[And while they've got some downtime...] You wouldn't happen to know anyone from Asgard, would you?
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What's the saying? If it bleeds, you can kill it. it's usually true, one way or another. Met a few well out of my league though.
[She blinked then. Asgard, why yes. That was a place she had heard of once, long ago.]
Someone who called himself Thor. Loud mouthed, angry blond fellow. Kind of a prick, but that wasn't here. Another life, another place.
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[Chitauri were a pain in the ass, although these AIs were working their way right up the list. There's a little chuckle at the flick of the ice dagger, something she'd prefer to never have to be on the receiving end of.
Although that's all chucked out the window at the mention of Thor. It has her stilling for a brief moment, head cocking slightly.]
That's him. Are you from one the other 9 realms he talked about? Maybe... [Oh what the hell was the name of the one with the Frost Giants?] Jotunheim?
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[She shrugged and went to the roof access door, leaning against it so she could listen, just in case their friends came up that way. The question made her purse her lips and frown for a second, considering before shaking her head.]
We met in another strange place like this... an island called Amat. It's where I picked these tricks up. I doubt it was one of his realms, or this is either.
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[And as someone who was also limited to the ground, it was annoying. It was also incredibly true, you were only as strong as your weapons.]
Amat... Thor never mentioned it. [Well, time to add that to the list of places making Earth seem smaller and smaller. She pauses for a moment to look behind her, a sound catching her ear. Not all that eager to double back and check it out, she instead picks up her pace hoping her new acquaintance got the memo.]
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She was a cruel little witch.
[Seeing Natasha continue on, she followed along. The memo was easy enough to catch. As the two of them moved, she glanced over her shoulder and grunted.]
Persistent today, aren't they? care to visit my home? It's a little... hard for them to get into. [For no other reason than the building's first floor was basically a condemned, broken mess. Getting in required gymnastics.]
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I'm sorry you went through that.
[She could relate in more ways than she'd currently care to share. Natasha does let a hint of empathy enter her voice, not something she tended to do in conversations with people she barely knew. But, this wasn't really a normal situation. At the suggestion of a safe spot, she all but jumps on the opportunity - wanting to lay low and have a chance to grab whatever info she could about this place. It'll be fun, right? Sure.]
Lead the way.
[Always nice to be invited into someone's house rather than having to break in.]
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Nodding quickly, she made her way to the edge of the building and jumped downwards off of the ledge. A glance downwards would show a metal bar there between the buildings, some old metal scaffolding that she caught, flipped around and jumped into a landing on. It was in human range certainly, but ... did people normally make jumps off of buildings like that? Given the way she smiled? She did.]
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Besides, she's way more intrigued by her next series of movements. Now this was more like it. Her lips purse slightly as her head tilts to the side, giving a little shrug before following off the building. Her movements are relatively silent, landing like a cat with a trademark smirk on her face.]
I like your style.
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[She smirked back, winking, and as the two of them moved she began to take Natasha on a merry little parkour joyride. It became apparent where she was headed after they'd gone from one building to another and around a corner. It wasn't more than a block or so away from the other building, but the entire first floor was a visible wreck, with broken masonry and ruined asphalt destroying obvious entry. It would probably eventually be demolished, when someone got around to it. However, like so many old, derelict buildings, it was forgotten and tomb-like.
The entry was into a fifth story window, accessible only through an old, ugly tree or actually scaling the wall. A few more flips and she was lunging into the room and rolling to a stop. If the damned 'bots followed them here, it would be a miracle.]
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