Open Video & Spam

[whatthefoxsay]

[Open Video]

When you see me, you always recognize me, but I only show you what you show me.

[There is an uncanny tilt of her head.] What am I?


[A slow smile spreads across her face.]

I'm feeling a little peckish.

[Private Video to Scott, Stiles, Lydia, & Allison]

[The smile never wavers, and her voice is a purr.]

Where are you?

[Action Spam]

Kira can be found in a number of places throughout the Barge; the nogitsune's curiousity and trickster will frequently lead her into all the nooks and crannies. Even if the food served in the mess hall can no longer sustain her, she likes to go there because it's a social hub and it allows her to observe her fellow inmates as well as the wardens. As ever, she enjoys going on deck to watch the stars, and if she can persuade a Warden to help her, the CES will often remind her of home.

Of course, a girl's got to eat, and one who feeds on chaos, pain, and strife will not lack for nourishment on the barge.

[ooc: feel free to plurk me at princesscupcake if you'd like to have Kira torture/feed on your character, or just note it in the header!]

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Second Video

[voluntaryapnea]

Not wherever you are. Obviously.

Private

[whatthefoxsay]

[She is delighted by how scrappy Stiles is, and her smile is downright cheerful. Echoes and shades of Kira in that smile, which makes it all the more chilling for those who might know the true kitsune.]

Oh, Stiles. Are you going to make me hunt you down? It might be fun for a while, but if I get bored, I'm going to be very irritated when I find you. This isn't our Barge, you know. Do you know what that means?

[She leans forward, tone as sweet as pie.]

I may not have a deal with the Lydia who's here.

Private

[voluntaryapnea]

[His eyes narrow at the smile, his hands tightening into fists. He barely met the other Kira, but at least she hadn't attacked him or fed on him.]

Like the deal's done me much good anyway.

[His voice is flat, dull.]

Private

[whatthefoxsay]

I honor the deals I make, Stiles. You know what happens when they get broken.

[The nogitsune becomes insatiable when a deal is broken. She eats and eats and eats and can't stop.]

While I'm happy to forego our favorite delicious strawberry blonde of mutual acquaintance, this one may very well not be the one I struck a deal with. Which means I don't have anything from stopping me if I'm in the mood for something sweet.

So be a good puppy. Unless of course, you don't care what I do to her.

[And of course, the fact that even the thought of her feeding on Lydia could potentially upset him delights her.]

Private

[voluntaryapnea]

[His jaw tightens at that and he represses the low growl building in his throat.]

Then let's make a deal. Me instead of her.

Private

[whatthefoxsay]

Intriguing.

What's in it for me besides you? I feed off you anyway.

Private

[voluntaryapnea]

But not as much as you could if you didn't have a deal with Lydia.

Private

[whatthefoxsay]

I'm not sure I like your sass, Stilinski. It might ruin your flavor.

[Now she's just messing with him.]

Private

[voluntaryapnea]

I'm sure that the grief of watching my best friend burn to death is enough to balance out the flavor of sass.

Do we have a deal or not?

Private

[whatthefoxsay]

[Wait, wait, wait.]

Are you talking about Scott? What's wrong with Scott?

[Oh, dear.]

Private

[voluntaryapnea]

Not the one that you know. My Scott. Back home.

[whatthefoxsay]

[Hmph.]

I still don't see what's in it for me. You're not offering me anything I can't get, or might entertain me.

[voluntaryapnea]

What exactly do you want?

[whatthefoxsay]

[There's a little sigh.]

You're the one with something you want. I'm just waiting for you to offer me something that interests me more than your sweet strawberry screaming in agony.

[voluntaryapnea]

[He hates her. Maybe more than he hates Jackson. More than Peter. He would rip her throat out if he could. If it would do any good. He feels his claws trying to extend but not quite making it and he looks down at his hands, confused for a moment as it dawns on him: his powers are tamped down here. But if his powers are tamped, then...]

You're gonna need my help.

[whatthefoxsay]

[She loves that you hate her, Stiles. There's the rub. She loves that you hate, because your hate sustains her. It's a bitter pill.]

You think I'm not aware of how weakened we are here? You know how old I am, Stiles. I may have less physical strength and speed, but I'm still clever. I can still feed. I can still crawl inside your dreams. Inside Lydia's dreams.

[Maybe she can, maybe she can't. But as long as he has doubts, she controls the game.]

[voluntaryapnea]

Yeah. Maybe. You know, I've heard some interesting things about this barge. [Like how the deathtoll lasts longer here.] I might just have to...see if they're true for myself.

[whatthefoxsay]

Oh, no. Are you threatening me? [Her eyes go big.] Whatever is a little fox like me to do when the itty bitty Beta decides it wants a piece of my hide?

[She laughs.] Spare me. The posturing, I mean.

[voluntaryapnea]

Me? [He widens his eyes in feigned innocence. Which might work for human Stiles on occasion, but mostly it just shows how hollow his own eyes appear.]

I would never dream of it, little fox.

[whatthefoxsay]

You know Stiles, it's always ht and cold with you. Either you lie beautifully, or you lie terribly.

But either way, it's amusing.

[voluntaryapnea]

See? In addition to keeping you fed, I'm entertaining.