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[ Harper almost groans aloud, hoping Alexandra would just... think she was stupid and a waste of time (both untrue, naturally, but she can be quite enterprising, when the right situation arises —) and call the whole thing off. But no, they were doing this the hard way. ]
Really? You know, if I freeze, you're just going to go right along w — ah!
[ As Alexandra goes for the gold, Harper decides she'd better just get to preparing herself for this really unenthusiastic-looking attack. Knowing the motions, she has plenty of time through her chittering and chattering to scuff her heel back to try and brace herself.
Except scuffing her heel doesn't work when the floor is frozen over. ]
Whoop!
[ She'd intended to raise her arms to block, and what actually happens his that her foot slips on the ice, sending her into a wide-eyed, undignified flail. ]
[Unfortunately for Harper, Alexandra only knows how to take the hard way. If she weren't making things more difficult for others and herself, it just wouldn't be her.]
[Alexandra manages to pick up a bit of momentum as she gets closer to Harper. warming herself up slightly from actually getting up and doing something. It's short lived though as Harper's slip and flail is the last thing she had expected. She tries to grind to a halt but she continues to slide along the icy sleek floor right into the brightly dressed magical girl.
Instead of an exhausted and halfhearted punch, she accidentally crashes into Harper and sends them toppling over onto the ground in a mess of frills and black leather.
Me?! [ Harper's voice shoots up an octave as she tries to wriggle away. ] I was just trying to avoid you!
[ With an indignant huff, she tries to keep her palms stable on the floor to push up, but it's futile when her nails scrape on ice, causing her slip and faceplant right back into the other girl. Everything about her seems to puff outwards in anger. Her hair, her wealth of ruffles. Like a cat. A very ornery, very sparkly cat currently trapped by all of Alexandra's gangly limbs. (Shut up Harper, you're just as noodly.) ]
That's right. [ Muffled, but as threatening as she can manage. ] This is your fault!
[Alexandra grunts as she feels Harper's face slam into her. She grits her tries to give Harper and indigent shove away but their tangled mess of limbs unfortunately doesn't help with this plan, when she shoves she feels one of her ankles catch against Harper's leg and she's pulled right along with the overly ruffled girl.
Still despite the current situation, she was starting to feel a bit warmer than she had a few moments ago.]
My fault? Don't blame me because you don't know how to dodge, cupcake!
Oh? [ With that, Harper goes still. Almost alarmingly still, for an armful of pure spite and bitter rivalry, which she would deny if asked, thank you very much. (Because it's a waste of her time, naturally.) Then, without warning, she whips up, staring Alexandra down. Her cheeks are bright red from the cold and the embarrassment, but at least the blush is a warmer option. Even if she hasn't realized it yet. ] I suppose you think that "punch" of yours was just top notch, don't you?
[ YEAH. YEAH. TAKE THAT. ]
Well, I've got some news for you —
[ News which is cut short by her wobbling on her arms and attempting to not just slip and end up back where she started. ]
[Alexandra feels a smirk creep on her face when Harper goes still. That usually meant she was getting under the magical girl's skin which meant she had the upper hand, which was great. Unfortunately that thought process was thrown out the window when the other girl suddenly pulled herself up and loomed over Alexandra. It was a precarious position to be in, but every position they had been in this time around was like that. She stared up at Harper and felt her cheeks start to heat up too. For the same reasons and maybe a couple others than the magical girl.]
It was!
[Simple fact. Alexandra didn't do anything half assed. (Or so she says.)
You wouldn't know a good punch if it hit you in the f-
[Then she saw Harper start to wobble. It was time to bail out before this girl fell on top of her. She reaches up to try and push the girl off of her but while trying to raise her arm she bangs it against one of Harper's shaking arms.]
[ Not on your life, Riker. So incensed by the fact that the other girl still wants to fight her, she basically misses the sudden color to her pale face. Probably because she's seeing red anyway. Before she's even gotten the full statement out, Harper is there to helpfully interrupt her — ]
As if! Hit me in the face first, and then we'll tal - ah?
[ Despite the fact that she just wants to get out of this predicament, she's not about to just stand... sit... wobble there... and be insulted! Granted, that insult is likewise interrupted by the sudden cut at her arm, because one good turn deserves another, and life just doesn't plan on cutting her any slack when it comes to defeating evil. Or floundering there with it, whichever.
Squeaking, her palm skids beneath the force, sending her into a resounding faceplant. Her hair fans, ruffles tossed every which way. More importantly, she's nearly cheek to cheek with Alexandra, which is terrible, for one, and...
...surprisingly warm, also. Teeth chattering, she doesn't actually make to move just yet. ]
[Her taunt is cut off by light grunt as Harper collapses on to her again. Alexandra grit her teeth from beneath the mess of limbs, hair and ruffles she found herself in. It was infuriating how the world conspired against her actually succeeding, if she weren't so cold she'd scream. ...That and if Harper wasn't around, she wouldn't allow herself to show weakness in front of enemy.
She shook her head to shake that train of thought off and felt some of Harper's locks brush against her cheek. Normally she might have complained about how annoying that felt but it was oddly pleasant. Alexandra was suddenly much more aware of just how close the two of them were and how warm Harper happened to be at the moment.
The warmth, that's what she wanted right now. Without putting much thought into it Alexandra's arms wrapped around Harper's waist and shoulders to draw her in closer.]
[ Now. Harper is a pragmatic girl. Despite the fact that takes next to nothing to set her off on a warpath, she at least likes to think of herself as smart about it. However, rational thought takes a flying leap out her mental window when she feels the sudden presence of arms coming to circle around her. Actual arms. A jolt wriggles up her spine and she freezes. It's even as though her hair poofs in the wake of her feeling threatened, because there's no way she's believing this isn't some nefarious scheme! A furious blush races all over her at the embrace.
The evil embrace, that is.
(Okay, so maybe she's more imaginative than pragmatic sometimes, but circumstance has everything to do with it, gosh.) ]
Wh-wh-what do you mean, improve?! [ She tries to whip up, but fails. ] I think you are greatly misusing that term, here!
[The evil embrace didn't start out that way. At first it was an honest attempt for a very cold girl to get warm, it only developed into one of malicious intent after that warmth was found. Then it quickly developed into a scheme to gather up as much heat as she could for herself. Those arms tightened around Harper, unwilling to let this heat source escape.
She can feel a faint smirk on her lips when she sees how red Harper's face has gotten.]
I am not. This whole situation would be worlds better if you'd put a sock in it. Unfortunately, I'm fresh out of spare socks.
[ A more forceful embrace just means more forceful wriggling in an attempt to break free. Unfortunately, even for being in her superpowered form, it seems... uncouth, to just punch her. Rhythm may be a monster in comparison to her civilian counterpart (half of which is mad compensation for her silly, silly dress —) but she's not about to be a brute because of it. ]
Are too! [ Mature. ] We wouldn't even be in this lousy, no good, ridiculous situation if you could just keep a lid on your tendencies...
[ FOR EVIL. Her teeth, however, have stopped chattering. ]
So, why don't we just raincheck this whole thing, you call off this embarrassing icecapade, and I'll save you a walloping for next time?
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Really? You know, if I freeze, you're just going to go right along w — ah!
[ As Alexandra goes for the gold, Harper decides she'd better just get to preparing herself for this really unenthusiastic-looking attack. Knowing the motions, she has plenty of time through her chittering and chattering to scuff her heel back to try and brace herself.
Except scuffing her heel doesn't work when the floor is frozen over. ]
Whoop!
[ She'd intended to raise her arms to block, and what actually happens his that her foot slips on the ice, sending her into a wide-eyed, undignified flail. ]
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[Alexandra manages to pick up a bit of momentum as she gets closer to Harper. warming herself up slightly from actually getting up and doing something. It's short lived though as Harper's slip and flail is the last thing she had expected. She tries to grind to a halt but she continues to slide along the icy sleek floor right into the brightly dressed magical girl.
Instead of an exhausted and halfhearted punch, she accidentally crashes into Harper and sends them toppling over onto the ground in a mess of frills and black leather.
She let's out a groan.
This was not her day.]
I'm blaming you for that.
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[ With an indignant huff, she tries to keep her palms stable on the floor to push up, but it's futile when her nails scrape on ice, causing her slip and faceplant right back into the other girl. Everything about her seems to puff outwards in anger. Her hair, her wealth of ruffles. Like a cat. A very ornery, very sparkly cat currently trapped by all of Alexandra's gangly limbs. (Shut up Harper, you're just as noodly.) ]
That's right. [ Muffled, but as threatening as she can manage. ] This is your fault!
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Still despite the current situation, she was starting to feel a bit warmer than she had a few moments ago.]
My fault? Don't blame me because you don't know how to dodge, cupcake!
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[ YEAH. YEAH. TAKE THAT. ]
Well, I've got some news for you —
[ News which is cut short by her wobbling on her arms and attempting to not just slip and end up back where she started. ]
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It was!
[Simple fact. Alexandra didn't do anything half assed. (Or so she says.)
You wouldn't know a good punch if it hit you in the f-
[Then she saw Harper start to wobble. It was time to bail out before this girl fell on top of her. She reaches up to try and push the girl off of her but while trying to raise her arm she bangs it against one of Harper's shaking arms.]
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As if! Hit me in the face first, and then we'll tal - ah?
[ Despite the fact that she just wants to get out of this predicament, she's not about to just stand... sit... wobble there... and be insulted! Granted, that insult is likewise interrupted by the sudden cut at her arm, because one good turn deserves another, and life just doesn't plan on cutting her any slack when it comes to defeating evil. Or floundering there with it, whichever.
Squeaking, her palm skids beneath the force, sending her into a resounding faceplant. Her hair fans, ruffles tossed every which way. More importantly, she's nearly cheek to cheek with Alexandra, which is terrible, for one, and...
...surprisingly warm, also. Teeth chattering, she doesn't actually make to move just yet. ]
I do hope you're proud of this accomplishment.
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[Her taunt is cut off by light grunt as Harper collapses on to her again. Alexandra grit her teeth from beneath the mess of limbs, hair and ruffles she found herself in. It was infuriating how the world conspired against her actually succeeding, if she weren't so cold she'd scream. ...That and if Harper wasn't around, she wouldn't allow herself to show weakness in front of enemy.
She shook her head to shake that train of thought off and felt some of Harper's locks brush against her cheek. Normally she might have complained about how annoying that felt but it was oddly pleasant. Alexandra was suddenly much more aware of just how close the two of them were and how warm Harper happened to be at the moment.
The warmth, that's what she wanted right now. Without putting much thought into it Alexandra's arms wrapped around Harper's waist and shoulders to draw her in closer.]
...I can think of ways to improve it.
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The evil embrace, that is.
(Okay, so maybe she's more imaginative than pragmatic sometimes, but circumstance has everything to do with it, gosh.) ]
Wh-wh-what do you mean, improve?! [ She tries to whip up, but fails. ] I think you are greatly misusing that term, here!
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She can feel a faint smirk on her lips when she sees how red Harper's face has gotten.]
I am not. This whole situation would be worlds better if you'd put a sock in it. Unfortunately, I'm fresh out of spare socks.
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Are too! [ Mature. ] We wouldn't even be in this lousy, no good, ridiculous situation if you could just keep a lid on your tendencies...
[ FOR EVIL. Her teeth, however, have stopped chattering. ]
So, why don't we just raincheck this whole thing, you call off this embarrassing icecapade, and I'll save you a walloping for next time?
[ If not, she is completely
willing
to
keep
talking. ]