Fantasia D O W N [Priss!]

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] With everything going on, it was easy to let business go to the wayside, but Eve was the type of woman that focused where duty was concerned. They had been planning an expansion into Metropolis for a while now, Lexcorp be damned, the only issue was the ground they were working on. The facility was supposed to be located underground given the delicate materials they were going to be working with there, but the area that the last guy in her position had chosen to build in was questionable at best, the phrase unstable ground had found its way into a few reports. Unfortunately all of those aforementioned reports had come to light after they had started building, too much money had been sunk into the project by the the time some intern shuffled the papers onto her desk. The intern ended up getting yelled at just because he was there, the contractor got a scathing phone call and she would have called her predecessor as well if the man wasn't dead. But after seeing how much money had gone into it without anyone telling anyone else about the problems, Eve had half a mind to go ahead, get a oujia board, and scream at this man from beyond the grave. It had gotten pushed somewhat to the wayside with the sudden merging of the world with another, but today was the first day she had gotten to actually go and look at the facility. It had been a while since she had last been in Metropolis, and Eve had to admit that a part of her was looking around for a certain guy with a big 'S' on his chest, though truth be told Eve was definitely a Batman fangirl. When she stepped out of the expensive limo in front of the building still under construction, she smoothed down her pencil skirt and gave the Contractor that was standing on the sidewalk to meet her a grey eyed glare that could have set him on fire. And she didn't stop glaring until the man was sufficiently squirming under said glare. When Eve was satisfied that she had dragged her proverbial claws through his soul enough she finally let up on the glare, "Well, let's go, if I think this place is still a danger, I'm taking your whole company down, keep that in mind," She wasn't here to play games with the man, if the facility wasn't up to code then it was useless, they had wasted a ton of money and actually putting workers in there would have been a huge liability that she wouldn't even consider. The elevator ride down was probably longer for him then her, given the look on his face, but when they reached the bottom floor of the large, still empty space, he started in on the pitch. Eve simply nodded and took notes down on her PDA, the ground was supposed to be a bit unsteady, but the man was telling her all about how they had filled in a few sinkholes around them with concrete and everything should have been alright. Of course she was going to contact a few other people to make sure, but after a deeper walk into the facility, the brunette was essentially satisfied with the work. It looked good from where she was standing. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 567 Music: Hurt and Virtue - Cradle of Filth Outfit: Click Notes: Hope that works [/style]

[Priscilla "Chimera" Donovan]

Oh sure it looked sound, but a seismograph team would probably want to have a word with this contractor. Either way, it doesn't much matter since the whole site is about to be ruined by an unexpected couple of visitors. Unknown to them all, a fight rages near by that hasn't yet destroyed millions in property, but is about to.

Chimera, aka Priscilla Donovan, the Amazing Chimera, former rock star, has been curious about these new cities that popped up. She read a little about Gotham and decided as fun as Batman seemed, tracking him down would probably be a chore, she'd have a better chance of seeing this guy who can apparently lift mountains and buildings and crap in stead. Not that she was excited to see carnage and destruction mind you, but just meeting him sounded fun. He can fly but so can she, she figured tracking him down wouldn't be to hard.

Instead of meeting superman though, she is getting her ass kicked by the latest and greatest experiment run amuck, courtesy of Lexcorp. She caught the beasty terrorizing civilians and decided to get involved. It turned out to be a lot stronger than she is, but not her claws. After Priss gave it more lacerations than it bargained for, it decided to just kill her. It's about 7 foot high and bulging with muscle, humanoid without much of a face, big red eyes, huge maw filled with teeth, no real nose to speak of, a real night mare. Her ability to fly gives her an edge. Briefly at least.

How ever, being of basic intelligence as it was, this was not a plot for murder, but rather to just get rid of her. She's flying in the air a couple blocks south of the construction site, reeling from the punch it just gave her, when he leaps from the ground and tackles chimera. There is a brief scuffle, but the beasty is victorious and throws her in mid air, at the construction site, course he himself falls afterward. She plows through the concrete, floor by agonizing floor until she reaches rock bottom. The structural integrity of the entire place is immediately compromised.

Before Chimera reaches the bottom floor where Eve is being shown around by her contractor, the power to the entire facility goes out due to structural damage. For a moment, nothing but a loud boom and confusion accompanies Eve and company in the dark. Priss lands with a pained scream in a pile of rubble. Everything about the half finished facility teeters on the edge of stability for a few seconds. Priss pushes a few of the larger chunks of concrete off of her, thank goodness she's strong enough to do that or she'd be paste. Just as she is getting up and realizing she isn't alone down here, the building starts to collapse. The upper floors go first, and once they go, the rest follows.

She fills the place with sonar and images the entire area, she maps it out and drops to all fours. She charges around the corners and down the corridor to where she hears a couple of heart beats. It being pitch black, Eve wont be able to see anything, but Priss is running towards her still the same. Her claws scrape at the untouched concrete floor under her as she moves with the speed of a cheetah to attempt to get these two people down here to safety. Her joints are screaming at her and her body aches, but she can't stop. Honestly she is happy that there are only two people down here, more would be much worse.

Just as Priss gets to them, the several hundred tons of violence falling at the speed of gravity towards them arrives. Priss tackles Eve and tries to get her tail around the contractor, but instead she barely avoids the massive chunk of concrete that turns him into a bloody paste. Priss keeps her arms wrapped tightly around Eve, no matter how Eve struggles in the dark against this unusually strong animal-woman thing, she will be unlikely to escape.

"I got you!"

Priss shouts with a strained, some what un-heroic voice as she dodges falling chunks of concrete and steel beams. She uses penetrating sonar to see through the debris as it falls, jumping this way and that. The floor under them ultimately gives out. Priss likes this, because she's running out of places to narrowly avoid being turned into a puddle blue goo.

Eve would probably get a vague sense for what was carrying her if she can manages the where-with-all to feel Priss' breasts against her face, or the claws against her back, the spine coming out of Priss' elbow, the horns on Priss' head, the tail wrapping around Eve's torso as well as Priss's keeping them both tightly pressed together. Priss is about a third again the size of Eve's entire body, so it might feel like she was being carried by a person that was very tall, not to mention the rest of the features. This is all of course, depending on Eve's ability to notice what she's feeling in the pitch of dark, while inhaling concrete powder and being jerked around back and forth like a rag doll as Priss leaps from place to place to avoid getting them both killed. Eve probably also could've heard what became of her contractor. He didn't really scream as he likely didn't see it coming, but that wet crunch of a person being turned to paste is fairly unmistakable.

In the ground under them, sink holes open up, Priss uses these as a place to escape. Not that Eve can see a god damn thing, but she'd probably be pissed if she was able to. It's almost like they just brought a bunch of twigs and sticks down to fortify the place. Who knows, maybe their shoddy fortifications are the reason the building came down in the first place, isn't it designed to take a massive hit like this and then not collapse? Well It's supposed to be any ways!

When the dust settles and everything seems stable again, Eve will find she has been flung from the arms of her savior, but there is still a tail wrapped around her waist, or at least, it must be a tail, right? Well hopefully it's not a freaky tentacle from a freaky tentacle monster. The thing that was carrying her at least had a vague humanoid shape and those were definitely breasts that Eve's face was buried against for the ride down, that much was obvious. Still, should Eve find herself in possession of a lighter, she'll realize she is in the presence of a living 'gargoyle', and not a creepy tentacle monster.

The area they are in is tiny and cramped, there is debris every where, it's a miracle that Priss' wings weren't crushed, but she has them tightly pulled against her back. Priss is unconscious, which would explain the pained grunt Eve heard before being flung away from her savior as they landed at rock bottom a few seconds ago. Priss' got a nasty gash on her forehead, if Eve is so inclined to investigate with what ever light source she has, if she has one at all. There is blue blood trickling from the wound of this feral and exotic beauty.

Her clothes are thrashed to, the tank top she wears barely hangs on by a thread, the bra she has on under it is mostly exposed, it's a black foam cup with electric blue lace, victoria's secret, her pants are ripped in a few places, they're jeans, some really expensive name brand. Tight around the crotch too, making the questionably masculine bulge Priss has in a place girls don't normally have such things quite noticeable. The rest of her is covered in bruises and cuts and scrapes as well as a wide assortment of feral features, claws, fangs, knee and elbow spikes, bat like wings, horns, bestial legs and feet as well as the kind of muscle tone that would make Jillian Michaels jealous, she looks beat to hell though. Eve is how ever, remarkably unblemished, clearly what ever this creature is, it just saved Eve's life.

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] Everything was going just fine, she was just about ready to leave and wasn't going to take a piece of the contractors ass with her when things came crashing down. Literally. The lights going out was perturbing, and her brow raised in the direction of the contractor though he surely wasn't able to see it, "Just so you know, you were sooooo close to coming out of this without a chunk of your ass missing," She huffed, "Sooooo close," But given that the lights had randomly decided to go out, well she was going to have to rip someone a new one. Or so that had been the plan when she finally heard the sounds of things crashing, as it had all been previously muffled by the thick layers of concrete. All the woman could do for that particular moment was stand there and curse her predecessor to the ever lasting depths of hell, calculating her chances of getting out of this mess alive and in one piece. The only solace she could think of for that particular moment was that if she happened to die here, she'd meet the man in hell and punch him square in the nuts herself. Eve wasn't exactly ready to die, especially not like this, but she couldn't see and they were far enough underground that there would probably be no hope of getting back up there without some serious help. And then something was basically ramming into her side, knocking the wind out of her and carrying her away at the same time and Eve had this amazing moment of panic as she thought back to a run in with the Killer Croc, who decided to take her back to his lair because she had a pretty face. The memory gets her to panic, though she could obviously tell that it was not Croc again, as he was a lot more scaly and last she remembered he didn't have a large pair of breasts, unless he had suffered some stranger mutation since last they met. She didn't know whether to struggle or just go limp. Some random thing had a hold of her and she was basically being carried around like the old ragdoll she used to have when she was five, and man was it not fun. At the same time though she could make out the distinct sounds of destruction all around her, and all the brunette could think of is that now would not be the best time to panic any further, but when she feels the distinct feeling of falling, Eve screams very much like a little girl and clings to whatever or whoever is holding on to her. The sensation always played into her biggest fear, the fear of heights that stemmed from the fear of falling and having nothing to catch her. Eve has a death grip on the other female, cause with a rack like that she has to be female but finds herself letting go when she notices things that normal humans don't have, like spines and wings and oh is that a tail? Unfortunately she let go at just the right time to drop like her aforementioned rag doll, and all she could think of doing was laying there for a moment, trying not to hyperventilate, still feeling the fear from the fall, and attempting to cough out the dust she had been inhaling the entire time. If that contractor wasn't dead after all of this, she was going to kill him her damn self. Shaking the dust out of her hair, because she could feel it weighing her beloved mane down Eve stood slowly, stumbled and nearly landed on her ass before she steadied herself on some rubble. Her hands where still shaking as she reached into her bra and pulled out the PDA, hitting a button so it would light up, and so that she would at least be able to see something in the light blue glow, like where the tail, or whatever the hell it was that was wrapped around her waist belonged to. And when Eve saw who it was she yelped, fumbled her PDA and had to catch it before it smashed on the rocks, "What. The. Fuck," It was more a short and choppy utterance then anything else. So she had been rescued by a gargoyle. A gargoyle. Big blue one. Gargoyle, like the things that sat on the edge of buildings to scare evil spirits away. Gargoyle. And it had saved her life and her brain is finally functioning at it's normal big juicy genius level again so she can stop staring like an idiot and take stock of the situation. Kind of. Eve is still pretty shocked that......gargoyle, "Ahhhh, ah shit.....uh....thank you," There's a start! Her grandmother had spent years beating manners into her, no time like the moment someone, even a gargoyle, saves your life to actually put them to use. She cant seem to keep her damn mouth closed though, so Eve figures she may as well make herself useful because it looks like the she creature......wait, that's a package there..... she-he creature is bleeding, probably from helping save her life, "I'm sure askin' if your alright is a stupid question, but can ya move at least?" Quickly Eve is falling into any damn mode she possibly can aside from dumb struck, pulling at a small rip in her skirt and tearing a strip off to hold to the gash on her saviors head, "I'm Eve by the way, and I'm pretty sure we're stuck down here if we don't try and find a way out," There, finally, her brain is functioning the way it's supposed to. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 983 Music: Hurt and Virtue - Cradle of Filth Outfit: Click Notes: on the inside, she is not nearly as calm [/style]

[Priscilla "Chimera" Donovan]

Priss was unconscious until someone started talking and her incredible sense of hearing treated that similar to the feeling of being shaken. In truth, she was pretty out of it, but when Eve starts trying to bandage her head, she manages to come to some semblance of consciousness. Still it's a far cry from up and moving around, and if her bones weren't as tough as titanium alloy, then she'd probably have every single one in her body broken. She isn't used to being in this much pain damnit, half the reason she avoids being a super hero is because it's a painful job.

"Nnng ... mooove? ....mmmmaybe. essssthhhnnn"

By the voice, it's definitely at least mostly female, and her speech is slurred, her gestures are uncontrolled, when she moves, the first thing is her legs, they curl a little, one of her wings lifts up off the ground but falls back limply, her tail slides around and wraps around Eve's leg, Priss' eyes open for the briefest of moments revealing how gorgeously sky blue they are before they close again. She tries to get her sonar going, but all she can manage to do is get really blurry snap shots, no continuous imaging. It's disturbing but she's so out of it, she can't really process how disturbing it is.

"I-uhg, I-i ... I can't..."

Priss is slowly but surely raising out of the fog that usually comes with being hit in the head by a proportionally intense blow. For a normal human, am aluminum base ball bat is usually enough, but for Priss, it took a steel support beam. Still, her skull is in tact so that's important, but she most likely has a concussion of some kind. Priss' tail unwinds from Eve's leg as she attempts to stand up, she reaches for a piece of concrete protruding awkwardly from the rubble around them to offer herself some balance as she stands, she's so wobbly it's obvious, her gestures are chaotic, erratic, and unstable.

"My nnnnah ... uhhnn ... iu...Prissnnh."

Then she goes down. Still way to out of it to stand, the resulting dizzy spell sends her over. She falls to her knees first, since it's the natural way her legs collapse, then goes to falling straight forward. Eve can attempt to catch her, more or less once she's on her knees, the majority of Priss' body weight would be levy'd there, leaving eve responsible for maybe a hundred pounds, but that still might be a lot for a normal girl.

Just to be clear, it's fairly obvious by Priss' body language that this is some kind of temporary mental stupor, she's a person used to thinking and acting and talking like a normal human being, but she was just hit in the heard so hard, her abilities are impaired for the moment. If Eve has any sort of first aid knowledge, she might know it'll probably pass and get much better in the next five or ten minutes provided Priss just lays still and calms down. Her hurried slurred speech and quick erratic movements make it painfully obvious she is compromised, very badly, and utterly un-used to being in this position.

Any attempts at cell phone usage will be met with futility, as they are now so so much further underground than the base of the complex, the area around them is old, like some kind of primitive subway system that was built ontop of and forgotten about. The area around them is filled with ruble, huge chunks of concrete box them into a small area against a wall that has brick normally only seen in old timey movies. Priss is actually laying on what can be assumed to be a rail, it comes out from under the rubble and disappears back into it on the other side.

Miraculously, there is a gap in the wall near by, the beginnings of a door or archway, it's hard to see, there is a lot of rubble covering it, but it's probably their best bet out, of course, provided Eve some how gains the super human strength required to move a half ton of concrete wreckage. Then again, Priss is pretty strong, and can probably do it when she recovers more of her facilities, but Eve doesn't know that. Are they going to die down here? Trapped like this? Air might wind up being a problem to, there's a couple thousand tons of concrete over them, it's a miracle they aren't goo, but all that weight probably has things sealed nice and tight. There's a half of a support beam at the pinnacle of their little safe haven that has another huge chunk of mostly crushed concrete laying across it. This is most likely the fundament of what provided them their lives. The area they are in isn't large by any means, but it isn't small either. The ceiling is about 7 feet up, it's about six feet wide and ten feet long against the wall.

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] Oh that knock to the head must have scrambled something good, she could tell just by how hard it was for the other woman to speak, though Eve couldn't be any type of sure whether this blue woman's physiology was anything like a regular persons. The brunette didn't have much else to go with though and so she just assumed concussion, "Wait wait wait, hold on," She was quick to realize that standing really wasn't a good idea, but it was much too late and Priscilla was already standing, which meant that a moment later she was essentially falling over. "Oof-," Evie stumbled a little at the sudden addition of weight, not entirely prepared for it, but able to take it when she finally righted herself. She was a stronger girl then she looked, years of gymnastics had built up lean muscle that she was glad to maintain, sure it was mainly a vanity issue, but it did come in handy every now and then. Propping up a gargoyle that had taken a hard knock to the head while saving her life wasn't exactly a reason she would have ever pictured, she was glad for it, "Alright, easy there," She could keep the other woman propped up, but Eve was positive that she wouldn't be able to haul her around or anything. Just give her a minute, people with head wounds shouldn't really be trying to move around either way. Her brother Malaki had been a stupid kid growing up and had taken a knock to the head more then once, Eve helped her lay back down, "Look just relax for a second alright? Floppin' around like a fish can't be helpin' right now," The brunette made it a point to keep a firm hand planted on the other woman's shoulder, showing that she meant it when she said to stay down, other hand still holding the cloth she had ripped from her skirt to Priscilla's head in hopes of stopping the bleeding. When she was sure the blood was finally clotting, Eve reached for her cellphone, a very faint and illogical hope that maybe, just maybe she'd have a signal down here. Of course that wasn't the case though, as it was improbable and Eve's luck had shown itself to be on the worst side of the spectrum lately. Standing up, Evie swung around, looking about the chamber they were trapped in in what little blue tinted light her PDA was giving off. It was wrecked, concrete and steel everywhere and oh god they were probably going to die down there, and she had never had the chance to go to Japan, or actually hold down some loving relationship, or even go on some really expensive cruise. Ok no, she couldn't think like that, thinking like that would breed panic, and panicking right now wouldn't do her any good, she had enough problems without not being able to think clearly. As carefully as Eve could possibly manage she started climbing over some of the rubble, the heels she had chosen to wear were not conducive to what she was trying to do, but damn if those gymnastic lessons didn't come in handy right at that moment, keeping her balanced where most other people probably would have tumbled back onto their ass already. She was hoping to find anything that could possibly lead to a way out, but even after finding the part of the archway, there's too much shit in the way to get out. "Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, fuck my life," There was no way in hell she could move the concrete, but Eve couldn't think of anything else to do at the moment, and if she didn't try then what was there? Deep down she rather wanted to cry, instead she took a deep breath, an attempt to gather her emotions and push them back under control, "This can not be happening!" She kicked the large mass of rock and rubble, letting out a squeak because all she did was hurt herself in the process. Leaning against a broken rail Eve really had to keep from hyperventilating now, "Oh god this position really is cursed," It was something between a whimper and a groan and yes, she had momentarily forgotten about the other woman in her distress, until she heard movement and picked her way back over, "Can you at least make coherent sentences now?" [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 755 Music: Hurt and Virtue - Cradle of Filth Outfit: Click Notes: dunno where these words keep coming from [/style]

[Priscilla "Chimera" Donovan]

Priss went into Eve's arms easily, she nearly gored poor Eve's cheek with her horns as her head flopped around in the dark, thankfully though she missed, though Even might've felt the scrape of the razor sharp horn against her tender skin in passing. Eventually though, Priss is laid out on the floor and left to her own devices. Formerly, she was unaware of just how out of it she was, now that she's fully aware, she gives herself some time. She calms herself and just rests and lets the stupid all drain out the new hole in her head, least that's what her mom would've said in response to Priss getting hurt from rough housing.

While Eve tumbles around in her own misery, Priss regains her composure. She realizes she hit her head pretty damn hard because her sonar isn't working, and that scares her, but she's been here before. It's been a few years, but she's hit her head this hard before. Something in there is really temperamental and doesn't like getting violently jostled, but after awhile it'll come back. So for now she's blind as can be.

"I think so...but you can calm your shit lady, My claws will make short work of this place once I get on my feet. But I can't see right now, like I'm literally blind, not just because it's dark, which I imagine it is ...that and my head is spinning...Normally I see with sonar, but I hit my head so fuckin hard that it's not working any more...should come back eventually, but till then, you and me are gonna have to work together...I push, you steer, got it? But I need a little bit, Haven't been this roughed up this bad since the time I thought I could fly through a half finished building while drunk as your dad was at his bachelor party."

Priss was crass, charming, but crass, and she's in a lot of pain and admittedly has no time for pleasantries, which is unfortunate, because Eve is a hotty, not that Priss can tell. She can't see anything and the few brief moments she had her hands on Eve weren't enough to realize just how gorgeous Eve is. Though Priss still had some idea of it, it wasn't enough to give her goo goo eyes in a time like this.

She doesn't bother getting to her feet yet, she just lays there while she speaks, then starts meticulously tugging her claw covers off. Chrome attachments that seem to be clipped onto the tips of her fingers that conceal razor sharp claws that are about as threatening as the sharp side of a ginsu knife, fact is, they're way way more threatening than that. As she plucks them off one by one, she drops them to the ground beside her, they clang and jingle as they tumble across the concrete floor after Priss tosses each one. There are eight in all on all of her fingers, as she only has eight fingers, well six fingers, three per hand, and a thumb each. A few of them eventually come to rest near to Eve's feet.

"So calm it down and maybe after this is all over with, we'll go on a date and laugh about it."

Priss is so damn smooth in saying that it's hard to tell if she's joking or not. To be perfectly honest, Priss' natural state is fairly debonair, she's a charming girl, bit crass around the edges, but it's what makes her charming at the end of the day. She wasn't joking, and does expect some compensation after all this. Though in truth, she'd accept anything from a kiss to a thank you, Priss will probably nag for more, because she's a bit of a glutton. Especially when Pretty girls are involved.

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] Eve wasn't exactly amused. Well, she was so far from being amused it was almost becoming funny again, running a hand through her thick hair and narrowing her eyes on the big blue woman, "Two things, one, I can and will have as much of a tit fit as I damn well please at the moment," Because damnit if she wanted to panic then it was her party and she would panic if she wanted to, even if reason was telling her that panicking would get her no where. It was a basic instinct at being trapped like a rat and thinking that she was going to die, at this point the brunette figured a little indulgence was ok. "Second, don't go mentioning my father," No the other woman couldn't have known that Eve didn't remember a single thing about her father except that he had a thick head of wavy hair like hers, and that was just because of the few pictures she had found. It was a sore spot, always had been when she had been growing up and still was one now, taking a deep breath though she did try to calm herself down, not like the gargoyle looking woman knew she had been orphaned at a young age. Still, now didn't seem like the time for jokes. "Yeah keep goin' and we'll see," Eve was as brash as they came and really all she wanted was to get out of there, but her fuse was especially short right now, "Look, you manage to get us outta here and I'll buy you the best damn dinner you could hope to have," Eve would take her to the fanciest goddamn place on the planet if she had to, big blue mutant or not, she just wanted out. Hitting the button on the phone again she looked around in the soft blue light, "I think there's a way out here, just blocked off by half of the buildin' that used to be above us," She had to take a moment to curse the now deceased contractor, Wayne was going to have to give her a raise after this or she was putting in her two weeks notice. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 400 Music: Hurt and Virtue - Cradle of Filth Outfit: Click Notes: xD [/style]

[Priscilla "Chimera" Donovan]

Daddy Issues. Check. Sassy Attitude. Check. Blunt Crass 'no bull shit' demeanor. Check. Priss was liking this girl more and more as the time passed. This was hardly the time to be flirting but admittedly Priss has been in worse jams, so her nonchalant demeanor was slightly justified. Her life has been a roller coaster and while she isn't exactly a fighter, she has a whole hell of a lot of fight in her. She has walked a hundred miles through shit and will be damned if she doesn't take all the fresh air she can get in her lungs now that she's out of the filth.

"Of course I'll get us out of here. I don't care if I have to dig a whole new god damn tunnel. It's a bit shitty of my sonar to just stop working, but as soon as you're done with your tit fit, I am sure we'll work something out. I bet they're nice tits too, so I'm sorry I can't watch."

Priss continued to lay on the ground, smirk spread across her face, for a few more moments. Her head was a lot less spinny and while a lot of her body was hurting, she could still get around, though it would be a chore at first. Her first order of business is to sit up, if she can manage that, she'll be way ahead of the game. So she tries, at first, it's a bit much, but she manages it with a long low feminine groan. She tosses a clawed hand out behind her to support herself, then shifts her weight a little so it's easier to balance. A girlish grunt or two later and she's up on one knee. She stretches her wings a little, as much as she can down in this confined space at least. One of them will probably brush up against Eve, but only briefly. Priss'll pull them back in after she realizes what she's done.

"I'm serious, augh...though girl...nnnrrah...you're gonna have to be my eyes. I can lift a car over my head and I can cut a steel door in half, but it don't mean shit if I can't see. You got a cell phone, or some kind of flash light on you at all?"

The first part is riddled with grunts and feminine groans as Priss finally gets to her feet. Her claws scrape about the ruined concrete under her. She has a screaming head ache and half her body is on fire, but she'll get over it. It hurts, but pain is an illusion, an early warning system. She could push through it. She has a will that not even her own claws could cut if it were solid. Though as she talks and asks her questions, she realizes her expectations of Eve might be a little too lofty.

"Or are we both just as blind?"

She is of course guessing it is dark. Light means nothing to her, but she is empathetic enough to consider her fellow's utter dependence on something she has nearly long forgotten. What's a light switch? A sun Rise? A shadow? Priss does not know, she has not seen these in nearly fifteen years. But she has a wide list of names on her friends list whom she frequently hangs out with. While they smoke and while they drink, they talk, and sometimes they talk about what it means to see the world how Priss does, and sometimes she asks what it's like to see the world through normal eyes.

She realizes Eve's cell phone might be broken, or her keychain might not have a light, what she wouldn't give for those funky little glow sticks people always talk about at the raver parties she goes to. Based on what she remembers of peoples vague descriptions, they would be wonderful in this situation.

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Maybe if I hit ya with a rock, you think that might jog something?" It was a cross between a sarcastic comment, and a very thinly veiled threat at the mention of her tots of all thigs, in a moment like this. Normally Eve might have found it a bit amusing if nothing else, but being trapped underground with someone who looked like she had stepped off the side of a building and shaken the stone off had the brunettes nerves just a tad bit frayed. The woman hadn't even been all that happy when she woke up, had definitely not been happy when she had to go through this original venture. Her nerves just couldn't take all this. The back light on the cellphone had gone into standby just in time for something to brush up against Eve's side and the woman jumped about a mile before landing with a bit of a stumble, hitting a button as quickly as she possibly could to get the small blue light to turn back on. At least she managed to keep from making some awkward noise out of fear, Eve really didn't like showing very many emotions around others except confidant and self assured, which she was definitely feeling anything but at the moment. Still the blue woman had heard more then enough of Eve's emotional range to last a while as far as the brunette was concerned. Eve took a deep breath, needing to reel herself in now, she had given herself more then enough 'shocked victim' time, "Cellphone, it ain't much, but it's definitely better then nothin' right now," Especially since it seemed that her companion was as blind as they came apparently, "I'm gonna lead ya to where you need to be alright?" Fair warning so she didn't surprise the other woman in any way when she touched her, those claws looked more then just a little painful, and Eve was having enough problems today. Stepping closer the brunette gingerly reached out and took a careful hold of the other woman's hands, careful of the talons. "Alright, turn this way," Eve gave her a small tug, "Step up, cause Im standing on a pile of shit right now, five steps and move to the left a little," She did her best to manuver the other woman past all the rocks, concrete and twisted metal, telling her to watch a sharp edge here and there before getting to the doorway, putting the clawed hand to the area, "All this is rock and concrete in front of a doorway, I think you might be able to open up a good bit without disturbing everythin' if you don't go too crazy on it," Or so Eve wanted to think, but what other hope did she have at the moment? So she stepped back a few paces to give the other woman room to work with, "Alright, lets see what you can do then," [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 503 Music: Hurt and Virtue - Cradle of Filth Outfit: Click Notes: She's...........not the nicest [/style]

[Priscilla "Chimera" Donovan]

Yeah her sonar would be real nice right about now. if she had any sort of ability to see at all it would be nice, normally the dark didn't phase her, but without her Sonar, all the light in the world wouldn't light her world up. So she is guided and goes easy and willingly. When she is set at the place she should dig, she starts to feel around. Feeling with her hands is about a million times less efficient than her sonar, but she's used to feeling things physically, Sonar is almost a sixth sense in that regard, she can feel the vibrations of the sound, and vicariously through that, feel what the sound touches itself. She can't tell textures, but shapes are vividly clear as if she were holding them in her hands.

"Yeah. No problem.

Then surprisingly, she sinks her claws right into the brick wall. She could feel the beginnings of a door frame. There would be more support here, she could remember her physics classes quite vividly from her time in high school, she couldn't remember the formulas or any specific numbers, but concepts like loads and weights and things pertaining to them were still easily recallable.

And so things were quite for awhile. Quiet in terms of conversation at least. Priss works in the darkness diligently, this isn't the first time she's dug a hole in the ground. Occasionally the entire place rumbles a little, but it's nothing major, some dust flitters, some slight shaking. Things were settling, nothing more, and these things largely had nothing to do with Priss' work, of course the panicked Eve probably wouldn't know that.

"So ya don't recognize me I take it. Probably means you either don't listen to music or are from that other world. So Eve, what do you do for a living. I'm an ex-rock star school teacher."

She loved delivering that line so she could see the looks on peoples faces when they took it in, but she couldn't see it on Eve's face, not yet. Her work on the wall was making slow but steady progress. The hole was already big enough for Eve to slip through, but slip through to where? There is a draft coming from the hole though, it's old musky air, air that hasn't seen the light of day in years and years. Regardless, at the pace her claws were sheering that stone away, the hole would be big enough for the both of them in no time.

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] There really wasn't much that Eve could do at the moment, and so she leaned against the rubble, watching under the soft blue glow of the cellphone screen as the other woman started making quick work of the stone in the way. It was almost amazing really, that she was able to cut through stone with those claws like it paper mache, and if Eve hadn't been standing there watching her go to work, she was sure that she might not have actually believed it. Granted at the moment she was starting to think this was all some messed up sort of nightmare caused by hitting her head or something. The way that some loose metal was digging into her lower back though had her believing that she really was awake though, Christ this really was happening. She was actually trapped under Metropolis, but at least her nerves were finally starting to level out, deep breaths finally getting her hands to stop shaking. They would be able to find a way out, this chick had claws that could rip through stone after all it was just a matter of keeping calm and thinking clearly. Just as soon as they managed to get out of here first. Which would hopefully be soon because the sounds the building was making was really doing nothing for her nerves, genius IQ told her it was probably just things still settling. The nerves and the dread and years of watching bad movies where bad things happened to everyone involved had her paranoid that everything was just going to finish caving in on top of them. Or that Priss was going to accidentally hit something that she wasn't supposed to and set everything else crashing down. That one really had her stomach twisting in a knot, and she shuffled a little, trying to settle herself. That isn't to say that she didn't almost jump when the other woman started talking, breaking the general quiet outside of the sounds of stones being turned into dust, "Am I supposed to?" Her brow raised in the other woman's direction at the question, granted she was sure that if she had ever heard of a tall blue gargoyle woman she would not have forgotten it, "Other world actually," That explained it, Eve had met some of the strangest sort of people from that other world, they didn't seem to be in short supply. "Well that's different," It really was one hell of a jump from one career to the next, "How'd you go about making that kind of switch?" Eve had let the back light on the phone go out while Priss worked, not wanting the battery to die, "I'm the head of the WayneTech branch of Wayne Enterprises, and sort of the de facto head of the company right now, which is the reason I was here in the first place. We were looking to expand into Metropolis and I came to check on the new facility, needless to say everyone is getting fired when I get out of this," [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 521 Music: Hurt and Virtue - Cradle of Filth Outfit: Click Notes: There! [/style]