Match Made in HELL (Invite Only)

[Sweet_Chef (Ani)]

((Okay. Right now it's just Mugen and I. If you want to join, you'll need permission from BOTH of us. Got it? Good.))

"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! BURN, BITCHES, BURN!!! YEAH!!!"

This exclamation/wicked, evil laughter was followed by screaming, as people of every race scrambled to get to shelter in the Plaza of Void City. Small fires raged here and there, mostly on the overturned cars- some of which had exploded. The street was torn up along with some of the buildings, and a crater or two could be seen among the rubble. The cause of all this havoc was obvious, seeing as it was in the form of a large robot.

The machine was a simple robot, consisting of two legs and a pod to hold the driver. However, it bristled with various guns and missiles, as well as a flamethrower up front. In the back was a jetpack that allowed it to hover a yard or two above the ground, though it would only last ten minutes at most. In the driver's seat sat none other than Mary, a recent plague to the already chaotic island and city. "I gotta admit, I'm proud of this one. Has all the necessities bundled up into a simplistic design. And how about this paint job, huh? Kick ass!"

Her voice came out of a speaker on the outside of the robot as she spoke into a microphone in the pod, which was concealed by a purple cover. It was the type of glass that allowed her to see the outside, but didn't allow the outside to see her. The metal of the robot was painted pure black, with flames in red, orange, and yellow licking up the legs, around the flamethrower, and around the jetpack. And, of course, under the right foot of the monstrosity were the words "Property of Bloody Mary" in red. She was having far too much fun with this, but knew it would be even better if someone tried to stop her.

Didn't this island have any goody-goody heroes to torture? Oh, how she'd just love to set one on fire and watch them scream.

[mugenginga]

The light brown bordering on blond haired girl had been minding her own business. Really, she had. Rare for her, really. She'd wandered into the city some time last night. Killed to get some food, but it hadn't been anything she'd spent her time on. She was picking dirt out from under her fingernails with a dagger as she walked. She didn't know the city well, so she'd be observing for a while. She had paused at something like cliched mad laugher and put a pinky in her ear to scratch. Moments later, a bunch of people screaming had run past.

One tried to grab the little lolita dressed girl and drag her to safety. They'd gotten a bit hand for their effort. She'd lifted up her skirt, not caring that anyone that happened to be watching would be flashed, and wiped her mouth. She wasn't a vampire, for crying out loud. Once she had wiped her mouth she had calmly walked against the flow of the crowd. More laughing. Explosions too. Really, didn't people have any class?

She came out of the alley and looked towards the giant robot. She almost sweatdropped at that. What was this, a Saturday Morning cartoon? She quickly squirreled the dagger away. The pilote of the mecha wouldn't notice it unless they were looking directly at her. She put on a cute grin and ran up to the robot, looking up. It was tall enough she had to strain her neck.

"Hey mister!"

She didn't know the gender of the person piloting it, after all. What was more bothersome was the contrast. This cute eight year old girl had just run out of an alley. Not cared about the explosions, fires, or screaming victims. Just run right up to the mecha and called out to the pilot... at least she had the sense to step to the side to avoid getting stepped on.

[Sweet_Chef (Ani)]

Mary was just chasing after the fleeing crowd when some random girl ran out of a nearby alley and stopped directly in front of her robot. Not pausing in her movements at all, she continued to walk forward after the crowd. She could really care less if the kid got squished, but she seemed to be dodging the the lumbering, rather slow steps with ease. Growling to herself in annoyance, Mary rolled her eyes and came to a stop. After all, there were plenty of people in this city; finding another crowd would be a piece of cake.

Finally giving the girl her full attention, she noticed with dread that the kid looked a Hell of a lot like her little sister Willow. Grimacing, Mary shook the thought from her head and aimed one of her machine gun turrets at the brat. "What do you want, kid? I don't have the time or patience to waste on the likes of you. I've got places to destroy and people to kill. Oh, and I'm a girl, thanks," she spoke into the microphone. Pulling away, she muttered something only to herself. "Damn kids... I hate kids... annoying little brats..."

[mugenginga]

Miss P looked at the turret with bored disinterest. So many people seemed to think bigger was better. Never mind big made it hard to hide. The people worth killing for more than fun were never in a place big could get to. You had to be sly. Giggle and grin at all the right places. Of course, it was pointless to string people along for a long time. Miss P put her hands behind her back and laced her fingers together. She began rocking from the front of her foot to the back and looked back up at Mary.

Well, the woman seemed violent enough. Miss P put on her Cute Little Girl Grin (patent pending). She widened her eyes and seemed like a child playing might. She stretched her arms back and stopped rocking. She tilted her head sideways, causing her corkscrew pigtails to move with her head. If it weren't for the fact she had run out to the giant robot and didn't seem bothered by the mayhem, she might have come across as a little girl. She still could really, just the kind that was undereducated about what danger meant and too curious for her own good. Something like a puppy or a kitten, she was adorable enough for that.

"Whatcha doooing?" Miss P asked in the most adorable little girl's voice in existance.

Those that could be melted by baskets of puppies and babies would be. Only the shredest of the shrewd would be able to realize it was an act by the actions alone. Heck, even those would have trouble. But it was an undeniable fact she had run out into the middle of the mayhem, overturned cars, and localized fires. It was an undeniable fact she wasn't the least bit frightened by the robot. So if she was and adorable little girl, she was a horridly naive one. She didn't seem worried about the giant gun pointed at her, either. She returned to rocking back and forth on her feet.

[Sweet_Chef (Ani)]

((XD Oh man, this is making Mary sick... and annoyed.))

Mary was a little irked by the fact that the child wasn't intimidated, though it instantly alerted her to the fact that this wasn't a normal child. Running into the path of a robot had hinted at it, but that could have been simple child naivety and curiosity. But this, this was fishier than the time the chocolate cake disappeared and Willow had suddenly become a brunette. Leaning on the controls, Mary looked right back at the girl, though the other wouldn't know it. However, the instant she started the cute act, her eye began to twitch.

Her lip curled in disgust, and she instantly turned away to retch off to the side of the cockpit. Seriously, this girl put Willow to shame; but she had the same mysterious, "more than meets the eye" aura about her. After all, when Willow got mad, even Mary hesitated in going head-to-head with her. Steeling herself, she turned back just in time to hear the girl's question, which instantly made her twitch again. Seriously, she had never in her whole life heard a more sickening tone; it made her want to beat the life out of a puppy. Repeatedly.

"Look, would you stop doing that? I'm not blind, and I'm not stupid. But I'd really like to keep my lunch in my stomach, thanks. Now, to answer your question..." Mary turned the controls, rotating the gun turret up to aim at a fountain far off down the street. Then, she pressed a button, firing the gun and reducing the fountain to rubble and puddles in mere seconds. "I'm wreaking havoc and causing destruction. What does it look like? A tea party? Now, if you'll excuse me..." Moving a lever, the robot rocked back into motion, making its way down the ruined street and passed Miss P.

[mugenginga]

(OOC: I suspect she has not yet begun to be annoyed. XD)

Miss P started giggling as Mary began getting sick/annoyed. It wasn't anything near dark. It was the kind of giggle a baby might do when their parent faceplanted. It was the harmless and sickingly cute giggle of a child that didn't know it wasn't nice to laugh at a person in pain. If Mary understood the reason for the giggling, she'd be more annoyed. Miss P was giggling because she was getting a kick at how annoyed Mary was. Man, it usually wasn't that easy to annoy people. Let alone to the point of all but making a vein pop out.

The little girl stopped giggling as Mary fired the gun. Now she was pouting. She wasn't stupid and she was quite sure she was smarter than the woman in the cockpit. She knew that much. She supposed maybe she had worded the question wrong, but with how Mary had reacted it had been worth it. Miss P ran after the robot as it began to walk off. It was a child's run, the arms being held in a silly and impractical manner. She glanced at the leg of the robot and looked at it closely. If Mary looked at her she'd give a cute child's grin. Suddenly she threw her hands into the air.

"PIGGYBACK!" she shouted in a childishly demanding and somehow adorable voice. And then she proceeded to try to jump onto the robot's leg.

It would probably work unless the leg's of the machine were capable of more than Miss P guessed. Granted, there wasn't all that many things to grab onto. This would set Mary more on edge because Miss P had dexterity that seemed to defy her years - and the capability of most at any age. Unless the robot could move in a way to avoid getting "piggybacked", Miss P would latch onto it. Truthfully, Miss P hadn't known if she was going to continue to harass Mary when she first spoke to her. But the reactions of the person whose name she didn't know made it seem like sticking with her would be fun. For the giggles, naturally.

[Sweet_Chef (Ani)]

Mary could hear the giggling quite clearly, and it made her brow twitch in annoyance. She hated giggling, even if it was evil giggling. Because giggling was way too damn adorable and cute to be evil. Evil wasn't cute. Finished with her little mind-rant, Mary glanced at the viewing screen that gave her a view of what was behind the robot. A vein instantly popped out on her forehead when she realized the brat was following her, and would likely continue to do so for an unknown amount of time.

She probably wouldn't have cared, and would have just ignored her had it not been for one thing. As soon as she heard that three-syllable word, Mary tensed and put on the emergency brakes for the robot. Shivering at horrible memories of two certain younger siblings and their torturous piggybacks, she took a moment to collect herself and then turned a dial. This made the cockpit rotate around, so that now she was facing Miss P again. "No! Damnit, I don't care if you follow me, but no piggybacks! You hear me? I'll climb out and peel you off myself if I have to! Don't think I won't, you psychotic brat!!" Mary shouted into the microphone, multiple veins throbbing on her forehead.

[mugenginga]

Oh, this girl was too easy. Miss P had managed to grab onto the robot. She'd almost missed, though. Mary's action of stopping the robot had almost succeeded. But she hadn't, and was now grasped onto the leg, using the "foot" as a support. She'd looked up as the cockpit turned around and gave an impish grin.

And then she stuck her tongue out. Oh yeah, if what she'd done before had upset this woman, this was gonna be great. Without even meaning to Miss P was now coming across as a little sibling of sorts to the most patient of people. She didn't know what she was reminding this woman of, but it seemed the right choice to annoy her.

[Sweet_Chef (Ani)]

Oh, that was IT. Mary had enough, and pushed the button that slid the cover for the cockpit back into the robot so that she could get out. Standing up from her seat, the rage on her face was obvious as she sent a deathglare down at Miss P. "You little bitch! I'll KILL YOU!!" she snarled. Mary pulled a strange-looking blade out of one of her pants pockets and hopped up onto the edge of the cockpit, ready to pounce. She didn't care if this girl was young or innocent, or reminded her of Willow; she was going down. Leaping from her perch, she raised the blade up and slashed downward when she'd reached Miss P's level.