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Post by Neo on Jun 10, 2008 19:22:42 GMT -5
Neo had quit the dance floor not long ago, deciding a change of scenery was welcome. He'd been watching the crowds, and had yet to identify the girl he was looking for. Not that he was entirely focused on his goal, but he wanted to find her before the night was through. At the moment, Neo had paused his search and was simply watching. He sat at a table just in the shadows, surveying the colorful costumes over the rim of his glass.
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Post by Neo on Jun 10, 2008 19:28:02 GMT -5
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 10, 2008 19:50:54 GMT -5
 Mistress entered the ballroom, skirting the edge of the dance floor until she came to a quieter area filled with tables. She spied someone sitting alone that looked a little bored and decided to amuse herself for a while. "So are you from the Matrix, or a Muggle version of the Death Eater?" She asked as she stopped in front of him. |
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Post by Neo on Jun 10, 2008 20:02:44 GMT -5
One of Neo's brows rose from behind his dark, reflective sunglasses, the only sign he gave that she'd surprised him in the least. There were more than a couple levels of offense she could have meant, and he wondered if she realized that her breasts were perfectly eye-level as she stood in front of him. "The Matrix," he said simply. "Are you a Samurai or a Dominatrix?"
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 10, 2008 20:11:59 GMT -5
Mistress tried to surpress the smirk that began to form. "Both." She lowered her sword from her shoulder and let it rest across the table, the tip angled towards him in an only slightly threatening position. "They call me the Mistress of Death."
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Post by Neo on Jun 10, 2008 20:25:17 GMT -5
Neo's lips curved at her attempt to indimidate him. He didn't so much as acknowledge the positioning of her sword. "Who are they?" he asked, subtly telling her he wasn't impressed, though he was amused. He took the time to look over her costume from behind the shield of his glasses.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 10, 2008 20:33:44 GMT -5
Mistress shrugged, looking him over for any obvious signs of identity. She had already noticed in the short amount of time spent at the ball that the costumes were either cleverly disguising, or blatantly obvious. His costume was well done, matching her memory of Neo from the movie quite well. She could tell that he wasn't the type to be intimidated by her, and just wanted to have some fun with her role-playing. "Why all the victims that have come before you."
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Post by Neo on Jun 10, 2008 20:42:23 GMT -5
Normally, Neo would have stood by now, or gestured for the girl to sit, but he decided he rather liked the position he was in. He wondered vaguely who she was, if she was one of the girls who typically toed the line, or if she was deep undercover tonight. Neo decided playing the game might be entertaining. He set aside his glass and leaned forward in his seat. "I'm terrified," he said dryly.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 10, 2008 21:05:07 GMT -5
Mistress laughed in her seductive voice. "You should be." She looked down at him, realizing just how close he was to her breasts. She couldn't meet his eyes through his glasses and wondered just where he was looking. The hairs on her arms pricked up as a familiar sensation of awareness rushed through her body. She fought to remain in place and not back down. Straightening her spine, she forced herself to glare. "Men have died for less than you are doing at this moment."
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Post by Neo on Jun 10, 2008 21:30:32 GMT -5
Neo's eyes were on her face, actually, but his lips spread into a smirk that heavily implied otherwise. "And I'll bet it was worth it," he said, letting his gaze drop on principle. Everything about her costume begged to be looked at, and it was difficult dragging his eyes away from temptation. He had a strong feeling she was all words.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 10, 2008 21:49:56 GMT -5
"Well you can ask them when you eventually join them in hell." Mistress had given up trying to glare at him at this point, and stared at him with a challenging smirk. She wasn't exactly pulling off the gothic girl she'd planned, but her ensemble was definitely helping her alter her attitude from the norm.
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Post by Neo on Jun 10, 2008 22:35:13 GMT -5
It hadn't escaped Neo's notice that she hadn't moved away, and he wondered what she would do if he crossed further into her personal space. He might have expected a firm slap, but he could sense how thin her bravado was, despite the obvious challenge in her gaze. Which he accepted. Neo's hands rose, slipping lightly around Mistress's waist. "You'll save me a room, then?" he quipped, still smirking.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 10, 2008 22:51:53 GMT -5
His touch easily burned through her clothes, melting her resistance almost instantly. Realizing she was doomed, she began to try and reWizard what she'd eaten for breakfast - anything to keep her mind off his touch. Once she'd regained enough of her wits, she tried to reWizard the question he was waiting on. She looked away from him, and stared at her sword, turning it's handle so it flipped in circles. "Perhaps, if you're worth the effort." She knew she'd probably get burnt playing with this fire, but she couldn't pull out without running like a scared child.
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Post by Neo on Jun 10, 2008 23:06:21 GMT -5
Her reaction and her attempt to move past it were highly visible to Neo. The continued motion of her hand against her sword did nothing to dispel the impression that she was aware, and suddenly unsure, nor did her sudden release of eye contact. Neo's hands firmed briefly at Mistress's waist as he stood, the motion bringing their bodies a breath away from one another. "If I'm worth it?" he asked softly.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 10, 2008 23:30:06 GMT -5
Mistress felt extremely vulnerable with him so near. Her gaze had been forced to his face when he stood and she wished he weren't wearing the glasses. She hated how easily her body became traitorous and bent to his will. She was playing right into his hand, and knew it. So much for messing with a quiet nerdy boy, she thought to herself. There had been very few times in her life when she had felt so wildly out of control and over her head - and most of them had involved interactions with different boys since she'd come to Hogwarts.
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