The Witch Doctor
Poison is in everything, and nothing is without poison.
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Category IV || Kate + Aradia

angelwithalongbow:

     There was a full list of people that Kate had thought she was compatible with, but when it came time to spar and test their compatibility, Kate learned that they either outmatched her, or she outmatched them. Clint, Eli, Cassie, Noh-Varr… Each and every single one of them didn’t turn out to be a good match; until she met with Aradia. There was something aside from the sparring that was taken place, Kate knew that there was something instantaneous that clicked with them. She felt so strongly about it that by the time they got to the third strike, Kate had dropped her training sword and proclaimed that she found her drift partner. It was a rather silly thing to do, now that she looked back in retrospect, but she’d gained a friend from it—even more than a friend, actually; she gained someone that she could trust entirely.

            “Then what’re we waiting for?" She asked, grinning. She was the first to enter the machine, and she took her place on the left-hand side of the Jaeger. She allowed the mechanisms to strap her in and prepared for the drop. It was only a matter of time before Aradia was strapped into her side and they could go off. "But remember: no judgement on what you see in my mind," Kate teased, sticking her tongue out at the other as she was prepared. They had been drifting together for long enough to know that there wasn’t anything in her mind that Aradia didn’t know. It took a certain kind of trust for her to not mind her knowing—but then again, it wasn’t like Kate had a choice in the matter. They needed to be connected and in sync, hence the strong sense of trust that held the two together.

{☾} Every time she was told that there would never be a pilot who was drift compatible with her, she just flicked her hair at the accuser and turned her heel. She knew she was meant to be a pilot, and she knew she was destined to have a partner. No matter how long it took, she would work as hard as she could so that she would be worthy of her partner, just as she knew they would be worthy of her. As much as she didn’t quite enjoy sparring, she trained well beyond the others. Most of the time, those she tested with she easily overthrew, and then there were times that some defeated her. Those were the moments she wished she were stronger, so she would have been drift compatible with the mightiest.

Then came the day she sparred with Kate. Aradia had stepped up, fully expecting to overthrow her, or to be overthrown herself. Either way, she had zero hopes at that point. But the moment they both went in to the ring, so to speak, there was a chemistry Aradia knew zipped through the two of them. It wasn’t even the striking that told her they were drift compatible. It was just in her bones, her muscles, her soul. This woman, this Kate, this was the person she had been waiting for. Been training for. Been born to pilot with.

       To have Kate throw her sword down immediately after the third strike, and declare Aradia as her partner. Well, it went without saying that it made the native woman’s dreams finally in to a reality. And from that moment on, they were, in her mind, one of the strongest duo’s to work with the project. Kate was her drift partner, and Aradia knew she would do anything for the other woman. As she settled in to her side of the Jaeger, she glanced to her partner. Aradia always joked about how she was Kate’s “right hand man” when it came to their respective spots. Kate threw a teasing comment to her, which Aradia caught just as well. She winked and stuck her tongue out in response. "I’ve already judged you far beyond the galaxy. But maybe if you work your butt off tonight, I won’t blackmail ya in to givin’ me your next meal.” {☽}

The Accidental Target || Christoph + Aradia

christophvarick:

Now that was not a delightful thought at all. His eyes widened just a little bit knowing that if a group of uniformed, sweating policemen entered his home, all the germs would manifest everywhere. Germs doubled in seconds, and the amount of time they would spend in his home, minutes could have passed and millions could have spawned. All those…little…tiny…germs everywhere! The mere thought made him a little anxious and he knew he would rather put up with one strange woman in his home than possibly a group of mocking sweating uniformed men in his home. “I’d rather have you here.” He was forced to give in, to surrender to the idea because it was one of the two options he was going to face and he preferred to face her, whom seemed quite futile rather than a group of people.

With a silent sigh, where he gave in believing that she was harmless in his apartment, he was left standing up from his seat and asking a simple; “If you’re planning to stay then you have time for a drink I gather?” He asked her naturally in that crisp voice of his. His home was vacating only him within: he was not married, nor was he in any sort of a relationship but instead remained alone. Attracted to women, he didn’t not acknowledge the beauty that came with this woman who entered unexpectedly within his home.

She was beautiful, no doubt. But his mind seemed to keep that thought in the back of his head for the time being considering it had become more focused on the thoughts of her being an intruder. “What are you looking at…or for?” He inquired as he ventured into the kitchen briefly, simply to search for glasses for wine or…coffee perhaps. “You haven’t even told me your name. Perhaps that would make me a little more comfortable to a woman who’s entered my home, touched my things and threatened me with a group of…germs.”

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{☾} As soon as he stood and disappeared in to what she assumed was the kitchen, Aradia took the opportunity to sift through the drawers silently. There weren’t many, and whatever there was, nothing interesting laid inside of them. She really should be going. The room she was supposed to be in was at least another floor or two up. And though scaling buildings was of no hindrance to her, doing so in broad daylight wasn’t always the best. And it took her a considerable amount of time to get in to this room alone without being ‘seen’ by public eyes down below.

"I’m Marilyn.” she called to him loudly in response to his question to her name. It was an absolute lie, and definitely not one of the better names she could have used. However, it was the first name to pop in her head, and she decided to roll with it. After finding nothing of interest to bide her time, she made her way to the kitchen, more so to watch him handle the drinks than anything else. She may poison people for a living, but it didn’t mean other individuals didn’t do it as a hobby.

       “As in Marilyn Monroe. Though I think she’s a bit more fashionable than I am." There was no comparing herself to the icon. Though Marilyn always did have an influence on the wet-workers sense of confidence and determination. Aradia leaned against the frame of the kitchen entrance, her gaze sweeping over the mans form. Her arms folded over her chest as she watched him carefully. Noting every step, every little movement and gesture he made, the way he handled the cups. He didn’t trust her, which was completely understandable. She didn’t trust him either, no matter how attractive he was. He could very well have wanted to dump a bit of arsenic in her drink.  “I’ll take tea, if you have any, good sir.” {☽}


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The Accidental Target || Christoph + Aradia

christophvarick:

"The same way that it’s very rude to turn up invited?" He countered back to the woman whom did not appear to be leaving but instead seemed to be wandering around his home as though she was inspecting each inch of it. There was nothing eyecatching in his home, in fact it was rather minimalistic, except for the sofas in which seemed to be the coziest looking piece of furniture in the household including the bed.

He saw that she seemed to not have any intentions on leaving, and so, he was left finding himself to settle down on one of the chairs whilst in his mind he tried to comprehend what to do. What did anyone do in this situation? Phone the cops? Perhaps. But if she could get in his home so easily and so discreetly than surely she would be able to leave the exact same way. "Do I know you? Are you here for any reasons or just to.."

He paused a little, watching her actions as she seemed to venture around his home. He sat up a little, and turned his body to shift so he was looking over his shoulder in a wary way as though making sure she was not breaking, stealing or…imposing on anything. "What are you doing? If you don’t leave I’ll have to call the cops.." He trailed off a little, murmuring; "Or a locksmith.”

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{☾} A gentle laugh echoed through the room. She gave him the benefit of his counter argument. A tinge of guilt coursed through her. Certainly this man just wanted to be left alone to his own accord. Sitting silently in his chair, strumming the lonely tunes to his own music. Was he married? Did he have a girlfriend? He was far too attractive not to be involved with a lady. Or perhaps a man? At this point it didn’t matter to her who he laid to bed with or shared kisses with. She happened upon him by mistake. There was certainly no harm in just playing around before she left, was there?

"Call the cops, if you must. I’ll be gone before they get here.” Fingers still trailed along whatever adorned the room. There must be something chemically wrong with the man to keep his places so… sogrotesquely clean. She scrunched her nose up a bit at the thought before turning and leaning against the shelf. Arms folded once again across her chest.

       “And when the cops show up with you standing in an empty apartment, they’ll think you’re just a silly, delusional old man." Maybe she’d take a little trip in to his bedroom to see if anything interesting was hidden there. She found she could always tell something about someone from the way they kept their houses or apartments. Her gaze settled on the man, smiling after she noted he was staring at her, making sure she wasn’t being a petty thief. The thought amused her. She never stole anything except someone’s life.  “Now tell me, would you rather have one individual here, trying to strike a simple conversation? Or would you want a bundle of uniformed men who’ve probably been sweating all day with various bacterial infestations on them to huddle about your apartment, shaking those germs on to your carefully cleaned things?” {☽}


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The Accidental Target || Christoph + Aradia

christophvarick:

A light look of concern and puzzlement reached his eyes to be evidently expressed to anyone who even took a glance towards the hazel orbs of his. In a way he wondered if he were dreaming: this had not happened nor had it occurred before in all the years he had lived here, albeit he had only lived here for two years but during he had not been faced with this situation before. He had been ready to start the afternoon fresh, but now he had a theory he may still be in an unconscious dreamlike state – afterall, why else was there this beautiful, although, peculiar woman in his home?

“My window?” He repeated, forcing his eyes to glance away from her for a brief moment so he could inspect the window she referred to. It was open, but conventionally being in an apartment, he hadn’t suspected anyone to bother climbing up to his specific window just to enter his rather obsessively clean apartment.His eyes looked back at her and he was a little speechless about how to deal with the circumstances he was facing, but he managed to stand a little straighter in his posture whilst speaking forcefully slow that his words did not get tangled up with his tongue and become incoherent gibberish.

“It’s rude to turn up uninvited…and unknown.” Christoph murmured calmly but clear enough to reach the air where the atmosphere had suddenly become quite tense where he realised that the silence he had previously been alone in and comfortable with, now seemed very discontenting to him. “You can’t stay – this is an intrusion – you have to leave.” His phrases a little broken up, as though he didn’t even know where to begin with this situation.

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{☾} The wet-worker took her time to look around leisurely. This was definitely the wrong apartment number, and most certainly the wrong target. Normally she always came in through the front door; however certain situations called for certain measures. And the only way she could have made it in to her targets apartment was through his window. Her gaze flitted about the room, taking in every little detail before flicking her attention back to the man. Who was speaking very slowly, as though uncertain of his words. How very cute.

"Leave?” the idea didn’t seem that preposterous. And had her target been important, the woman would have certainly done exactly what this stranger was asking. She pushed herself away from the chair, tilting her head a bit to the side before twirling, her back to him. Moving so very slowly, as slowly as the man spoke, she made her way around the room. Fingers skimming over various surfaces. She held up her forefinger. No dust.

       A small laugh escaped her lips. This man certainly kept his places immaculately clean. It briefly reminded her of her mother. The mysterious woman turned her head, looking to the man whose privacy she intruded on. "You’re not being a very generous host, you know. It’s awfully rude to throw out your guests." {☽}

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The Accidental Target || Christoph + Aradia

christophvarick:

"How did you even get in here?" His voice remained calm in its tone with a gentle hint of his Austrian accent that had begun to fade away with the years spent away from his native home. His brow was narrowed a little into a light frown, glancing towards the direction of the nearby person. "I didn’t leave the door open.."

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{☾} A small smirk passed over her lips as her gaze settled on the man before her. He was sporting an accent, albeit faint if anything else. He was certainly a very attractive gentleman. Perhaps one of the most attractive she’s come across yet. And thank all gods he was not her intended target for the mission. Just a delectable innocent passerby. It seems she had gotten the wrong room number.

"No, but you did leave your window open.” she pointed out, her smirk turning in to a teasing smile. The woman leaned against the back of the chair, folding her arms across her chest, as she assessed the situation at hand. 

       She could leave, certainly. But where was the fun in that? Her job could wait a few minutes, or a few hours. Depending where this conversation went. An innocent, pouty face spread across her features as she batted her eyelashes at him in a mocking way. "You’re not gonna throw lil’ ol’ me out in the rain, are you? After all, I just got here." {☽}

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Category IV || Kate + Aradia

angelwithalongbow:

Looking at her drift partner sheepishly, Kate nodded as she exited the room. “Apparently this is the biggest one that’s emerged in these parts. And I don’t know about you, but I’m sure we can take this one down too." Perhaps Kate was getting overexcited about being sent to her possible death, but she couldn’t contain herself. In retrospect, it wasn’t the best idea to be so cocky about taking down the beast that was to be their opponent, but she couldn’t help herself. This was just like her experience with the Category III Kaiju all over again.

            As they entered the bridge. men and women were running about, getting ready to deploy the two pilots to their Jaeger. Kate stood at attention as they put on the armours and body suits to allow the pilots to connect with the mechanical monster and allowed them to control the Jaegers. She looked over to Aradia to see whether or not the other was fully awake. She gave her a small smile, hoping that it would at least motivate the other to try and stay awake.

            How they were drift compatible, Kate would never know. While she was able to get along well with many people at the academy, Kate always had some difficulty when it came to finding someone compatible with her. “You ready for this?" She asked once they were geared up and ready to be sent into the Jaeger.

{☾} Aradia listened to her partner get excited over the Kaiju, keeping her smile to herself. She didn’t know how or why they were drift compatible; perhaps it was due to their sense of needing pure adrenaline rushes. Their desires to give everything they’ve got in to something that actually mattered. While Kate was more outwardly spoken with her excitement, Aradia barely let hers show. Only Kate would know when Aradia was truly as excited as she was. And that was one thing Aradia admired about her partner.

"I have no doubt that we can take the sucker out." she replied, finally flashing a smile to Kate. They appeared on the bridge, both women making their way to their respective spots to get suited up. Aradia took that time to reflect on things, as she always did. Silently say her amends because who knew if she was going to come back from this battle? She didn’t exactly like people in the beginning, and secretly always rooted for the Kaiju. Her cold attitude caused her the seclusion she wanted at the academy. Always being told that there was no chance in hell she would find a compatible pilot.

       And now here she was, readying herself with the one person she trusted the most on this entire planet. The one person who proved to be drift compatible, who was just as eager and excited at the prospect of death in a giant metal suit as Aradia was. They were compatible for the reason of winning together, if nothing else. And that was what made Aradia trust Kate. That was what made her work so hard. Kate’s question lingered in the air for a moment before she looked to her partner with a wicked smile. "Honey, we both know that you and I were born ready for this. Let’s get this show on the road!” {☽}

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