“Yes, quite the shame…” Hopefully it will make the Queen’s downfall that much faster.
“Are you hiding something from me, teacher?"
“A term used for when two of same person enjoy each other’s company in—” coughs “—intimate matters.”
“… There’s more than one Matoi? Tch. Pathetic worms are invading my kingdom. I won’t stand for it! I will not!"
“I believe the proper term for this is ‘self-cest’, Miss Satsuki.”
Stifling her laughter proves to be too heavy a burden for her to manage, but she still yet tries, ivories pinching down upon supple brims as she watches the prissy bitch have a little moment. It isn’t long before her demeanor crumbles and she bursts out into a fit of heinous laughter, arms wrapped about her abdomen and a hand occasionally slapping a knee. "Have me stripped?!" She blurts in disbelief, the question so endearingly ironic in her eyes. "Uh, have you SEEN me?” She bounces off her feet and does an about-face, aiming her posterior to the woman. “Hellooooo, do you notice how little I’m wearing?! Do you reeeaaally think I care about being ‘stripped’ as much as you would?” She gives herself a firm slap there tauntingly, essentially telling the other woman to pucker up nicely.
Swinging herself back around to face the other, Jinx gives a chilling titter. "What do you expect? ‘Oh no, please don’t let all the boys and girls see my lady parts, it’s sooooo embarrassing!’ Ha! As if!” Mockery is likely to make the situation worse, but where’s the fun if things didn’t get a little rowdy here and there? Or rather, all the time. Jinx is gratingly abrasive — uncompromising in her quest for fun and mayhem. If there does exist a way to quell her malicious, gleeful tendencies, she herself isn’t privy to such information. "Hey, do you wanna meet Fishbones? I think you two could have a lot in common.”
All the student council President can do is shake her head at the utterly ridiculous ranting and raving of the obviously crazed piece of filth before her, there’s nothing but steel in her eyes as she takes a step forward and elevates twin onyx brows high while the rest of her face settles into an almost amused look. “Well of course you won’t care, there won’t be any way to seeing how you’ll be nothing more than a hanging corpse." Slowly pallid lids flutter shut and shes turning her back to the psychopath now, folding her arms tightly across her chest and standing firmly on her heels. "That is the punishment for having the audacity to speak to me in such a manner, after all." She takes a few steps, shrugging off the last words out of the others mouth and just when it looks as though she’ll disappear down the hall Satsuki cranes her neck over her shoulder, sending ebon tresses spilling down her back and with a slight grin pulling across her features she halts in step and stares at the stranger for a moment.
“I’ll send someone to pick you up and hang you for display, I’ve no time to deal with fools any longer." Now she’s pacing down the hallway again, sinking her hooks deep into the back of her would-be assailant. She holds the sheathed Bakuzan tightly and as always the radiant one is prepared to offer up a blood sacrifice to the sacred threads hanging in a veil over her figure. There had been plenty of misgivings lately, many heathens had wandered into her kingdom and sought the presence of the Kiryuuin heir.
Nothing will stand in my way. Nothing can deter me!
There was something for more than just a little different about the strange woman. Her stance was solid, as if the strongest wind couldn’t even hope to move her. The way she spoke was in a league of it’s own. Lesser men might cower before her tone. Her willpower was on a scale that most people could only dream of having, as if a mountain would gladly move if she so demanded. People like the woman were far and few between, so there was a bit of piqued interest within the soldier. A shame she was an enemy for time being.
His own stance was equal to that of hers, positioned to make a move if need be. Despite having the barrel of a gun pointed between her eyes, the woman stood as if the bullet would do nothing more than bounce off her. Snake’s single eye narrowed in the smallest bit of confusion, his brow furrowing underneath the bandana wrapped around his forehead. Her spoken words almost made the legendary soldier falter out of amusement, but he remained still.
“I don’t need your money.” he grumbled, locking eyes with her. He wasn’t about to spill his entire motive for infiltrating the school, but he needed to get some kind of information. Before he could speak once more, her voice already pierced the silence, saying she wasn’t speaking anything more. Snake didn’t doubt that— she certainly seemed like the type to keep her secrets to the bitter end. Her entire being reminded him of The Boss…but he’d rather not dwell on those memories.
The hand holding the small combat knife tightened in his grip, a grunt escaping from his throat. “I’m not here to politely ask what you’re doing within this school— you’re building a weapon, I know that much. Either you talk, or I make you.” the hero huffed, eyes forming a small glare. A nerve was slightly racked as the woman seemed brave enough to smile in the face of danger.
“I’d worry more about yourself right now.” He warned, finger tightening around the trigger just slightly. He couldn’t afford to kill her— she had vital information. His tranquilizer gun was strapped to his other leg, and reaching for it would leave his open to attack. Worst-case scenario, he might have to try a warning shot— perhaps even sink one into the woman’s foot. People were always braver when they weren’t in any pain.
“Threats will take you nowhere. Action is the only language we need speak if you so wish to go that route with I, the bearer of the Kamui Junketsu. ” The words hung heavy in the air, knees bending and now she assumed a full combat stance. With an exaggerated and cocky slowness the femme fatale shifted the sheathed weapon to her right hand, the left shifted to position itself in place to activate the small trio of pins that’d puncture her divine flesh and offer sanguine life essence to the pure white outfit draped modestly over her full figure. Now the smile had dissipated from her face, cold blue eyes focused intently and nothing but fire and brimstone in her gaze — Satsuki Kiryuuin is fully prepared to take on and tackle any and all who are foolish enough to attempt standing in her way.
“Weapons will not affect me, throw them down and you can walk out alive. Fear is freedom! Otherwise from this point on your life will be forfeit. There will be no hesitation in my stroke if you continue to poise yourself for aggression." Simple choice, really. When faced with the radiant goddess herself the common filth either bowed down and abide by her rule or they face an excruciating death at the hands of one of her more than capable Goku uniforms. It was rare for the Kamui bearing leader to raise her own hand against a potential threat, but that didn’t mean she was unwilling or unable to handle the dirty work herself.
More blood on her hands was a tiny price to pay if it drew her any closer to achieving her ultimate goal, one more dead man wouldn’t bring any trouble to her life and as long as she rid herself of the troubles thrown to her then sooner or later everything would fall into place just as she wanted. Surely this man knew nothing of the suicide mission he’d embarked on, coming into the Academy unaccompanied and seeking out the single most dangerous combatant in the while walled fortress with guns blazing. Definitely not a good approach to be employed by anybody of sound mind — even Ryuko Matoi with her Kamui uniform had failed to smash her way through the school without being stopped in her tracks by the might of the young Kiryuuin.
“If you wish to defy me that badly, you surely don’t mind dying for such a… noble cause?" The woman’s facial features remain stone solid, but the sarcastic inflection in her voice is more than obvious as she continues to probe at the stranger in attempt to find out just how strong he holds to his convictions and how willing he may be to back up any of the lingering threats. Her free hand pressed harder against her sternum, now all it would take is a tiny amount of pressure to cause her skin to break and sate the Kamui in order to pull out it’s full and undeniable power.
Just one wrong move and she’ll strike him down.