Hippolyta Hollister

((Nah, this is just Hips getting her Rage On. She's not going to be good for much for the next few hours. Perhaps we'll finish the sparring thread later. ;) ))

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((Huzzah!))

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Tell me about it.

*sourly* You want I should resurrect one of Grievous's training droids for you?

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No.

Thank you anyway.

Dez? If Snape sticks his greasy nose in where it don't belong, I swear on all that is fucking holy, I will give him a napalm enema.

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*sigh*

I do understand the desire, I really do, but...can you make that an espresso enema instead? I'm really not up on my mending of colonic mucosa these days.

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Don't really have the same ring to it, but okay. Fetch me some Starbucks and I'll tie him to the radiator.

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((OOC: Thought you might find this amusing: http://www.livejournal.com/community/sages_of_chaos/1707123.html?thread=114917491#t114917491

Hips and Sevvie will either kill each other or become best friends. *cackles*))

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((Bwa! That is amusing as hell.

By the way? Your Snape? Rocks on so many levels. I am in awe. It would be hilarious if Hips & Sevvie became buddies at some point.))

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((Glad you're enjoying him! He's fun to play with. *hugs Snape*

She certainly made an impression on him! As far as he's concerned, she's all bark and craziness, though. He's very...confident in his abilities.))

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((Well, she is a good 95% bark & crazy. That last 5% is relatively sane and smart. Once she gets the idea through her thick skull that Snape isn't going to hurt Dez at all, she'll loosen up a bit.))

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*Snape opens the door of the spare room and stumbles out. He is not really a morning person, especially not until he's had a shower, and looks...well, he looks disgusting. His eyes are grimy, his hair is sticking up everywhere, and he shuffles along as if a mummy raised from the dead. He's wearing a nightshirt that might once have been light green, but is now somewhere between gray and yellow, and is carrying a dingy towel.

He makes his way down the hall, heading for what he believes is the bathroom door*

((OOC: Sorry. I just. Couldn't. Resist! Feel free to come across him in the hallway, or have him stumble into your room, whichever. He's totally bleary right now. :-))

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((*Snnnnneeeerk!* Delicious. Love it.))

Hippolyta, just getting up from yet another night of short fits of sleep punctuated by long bouts of staring at a dark room, opens her bedroom door. She's in a skimpy tank top and boxer shorts, her usual pajamas. Rubbing at her face with both hands, her hair a yellow bird's nest, she steps into the hallway... and right into Snape.

"You!" she snarls.

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*Snape stumbles into the wall, emmitting what sounds like a muffled squack of surprise. He focuses blearily on Hippolyta for a moment. Taking in her attire, his eyes widen and spots of colour appear on his cheeks.*

Aaugh! Look where you're going, you - Salazar's spit, woman! Cover yourself!

*He holds his towel up so that only her head and neck are visible to him and looks away, clearly flustered and still quite pink*

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"Cover myse- you son of a goit, this is my flat! I'll wear what I damn well please! And what the smegging smeg are you doing here?" She pushes the towel aside roughly, advancing on the man.

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*He blusters and retreats in the face of such...unbridled femininity, fumbling for his towel, looking absolutely everywhere but at her, and turning more red by the second.*

I am here at Nadezhda's request of course, you senseless harpy! For god's sake, please! Before catch your death!

*He seems to be trying to wrap her in the towel without actually touching or going near her in general*

((*cackles* Oh he's totally at her mercy! First thing in the morning, a screaming woman in lingerie out of nowhere! What's a British man to do?))

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She stops, realizing that Snape is really, truly embarrassed by the fact that she's wearing so little. Grinning hugely, she grabs the towel out of his hands and throws it down the corridor behind him.

"Go fetch," she smirks.

((*snigger* Love it.))

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((He's lucky. It could be a LOT more disturbing.

And I die and am ded, just so's you know.))

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((Hee me too.))

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*He freezes, then stands up to his full height and glares down his (considerable) nose, directly into her grinning face. Glaring into her eyes the entire time, he reaches out one hand and*

Accio

*the towel flies into it.*

I believe, madame, that you have me confused for someone else. Now, if you are finished acting as you look, which for future reference is like a complete trollop, I am going to attempt to bathe. As I am a gentleman I will offer you the bathroom first.

*he gestures in a mock-bow down the hall. He, of course, would never admit that he does not in fact know where the bathroom is, but he is willing to wait in order to watch where she goes and thus not look like a fool later.*

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((Outrage finally won over on embarrasment. Hee!))

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*she watches him summon the towel, and is halfway tempted to grab it and throw it again. She suppresses this desire, though, and raises an eyebrow at him.*

Yes. Such a gentleman. Going around and calling your hostess a trollop. I've been called lots worse in my time, Severus, so you're going to have to amp up your game.

*she further resists the desire to step on his foot as she crosses him, and moves toward the bathroom*

No sneaking into my mind while I'm showering, Snape. Voyeurism ain't my style.

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I was under the impression that this is Nadezhda's flat, though if she has chosen to sub-let, that is her own affair.

And, so you know, I legilimens only my opponents, and then only if they are worthy. If I ever have the desire to examine your innermost thoughts, I will simply go down to the nearest nursery school and grab the loudest child. It will achieve the same effect, only without the unwholesome undertones.

*he watches her go into the bathroom, mentally notes where it is, and heads to the kitchen to attempt coffee*

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*narrows her eyes at him, and flips the V-sign at his retreating back*

Smeghead.

*goes into the bathroom and slams the door behind her*

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((Tee hee! Gawd they are too funny together!

I clearly need to make an OOC icon...))

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((I know! And he caught Hip in a VERY bad mood, too. I am just too damn amused.))

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((I’ve got a drawing of this done, which is fairly adorable. I will post it as soon as I have access to a scanner. :-))

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((I love you and cannot WAIT to see it. *glee!*))

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((Heheheh. Just wait. As I say to those for whom I draw regularly, you don't know how much you love me yet.

Anything interesting going on? I was able to get on for five-second blocks at a time earlier today, so I got a sort of strobe-light impression of the day's events.))

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((I swoon with love for you. Seriously. I am feeling all dizzy. ;)

Not much going on, actually. Sages has been pretty quiet, except for the kerfuffle I posted about above. Eh.))

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*had not really been foolish enough to assume that her flatmate and her ex-colleague would get on particularly well, but is still cross as she sits at the kitchen table in a green caftan and glares at the kettle until it begins to boil*

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I need to put up a sign. Madame Serenskaya's Hotel for the Supernatural and Eldritch. No Questions Asked.

*flips open the Times and starts reading*

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*reemerges from the bathroom about ten minutes later, hair wrapped up in a towel, back in her tank top & boxers. Is running a muttered commentary to herself, under her breath.*

Razzin' frazzin' fuckin' son of bitch such a greasy git hate him so much wish he'd just do us all a supreme favor and keel right the fuck over jerk...

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*dryly, without looking up*

You do know that in a novel, you and he would invariably end up together? Narrative convention cannot be denied.

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*freezes, then slowly turns to Nadezhda.*

Fuck you right in the ear. With a rusty spork.

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