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Have Mercy ('cos I don't want it) (A story)

Bindweed

By Bindweed,
Posted on: 2008-12-13 09:47 in Multi-Media Fan Creations

 

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(( This is set a few months down the road in a one of those 'I'm not sure when' sort of times. Doesn't really matter when it is anyway. ))

Have Mercy ('cos I don't want it)


In Port Oakes, she was known as Nitenichi, which could be translated to 'Twin Heavens.' The first guy who suggested that this was a reference to her chest, which was substantial and encased in applique leather, had had an intimate encounter with the fists of the stunning blonde she lived with. After that, such comments were kept in private.

The blonde was known only as 'Luv,' because that was what Nitenichi called her. No one else called her that, not after Nitenichi had demonstrated what she could do with the two swords which were the real reason for her name. Everyone else called her 'Miss.'

Together, Ni and Luv shared a small house that Ni had bought in Port Oakes. Rumour had it that the house had the best security available, and that some of that security was fairly illegal on the mainland. Certainly, no one knew anyone who had broken in and lived to tell about it. Rumour also said that the basement had been heavily modified when they moved in, with a lot of heavy equipment being shipped in from various places.

There was another rumour that Ni and Luv were some big-shot heroes from Paragon City who liked to slum it now and again. The two women just looked at each other and smiled when asked about this. No one had yet proved willing to call them out on it, even if they had never been actually known to kill anyone. Well, there were rumours...

Right now, Ni was sitting with her boot heels on a table in The Hungry Dragon near their house. Luv was vaguely sprawled over her, playing absently with a strand of long, brunette hair, while Ni told stories to the crowd of locals and young metas who gathered there when the two were in town. Ni called it 'holding court.' What Luv called it, no one knew.

Ni took a sip from her glass of wine (white wine, only one person had ever dared to make a comment that it was a weak drink) and continued her tale.

"So, there was this guy name of Johansson, owned the smuggling traffic out of Mercy port. They called him Brickwall, on account of him being a big guy and being pretty tough. He was skimming twenty percent off the profits over there for... What was it he called it, love?"

Luv stirred, looking up. "Safe berthing," she purred, and went back to playing with Ni's hair.

"Oh yeah, 'safe berthing,' which meant he pushed the side of your boat in if you didn't pay." She took another sip of wine and grimaced. "Remind me again why we come to this pit, love?"

"It's closest," Luv replied, not even bothering to lift her head this time.

"Oh yeah. Anyway, the smugglers all got together and put together a bounty of fifty-thou, and they hired me an' Luv to make Brickwall disappear. A little 'asking around,'" she winked at one of the petty thugs and he grinned knowingly, "and we find out that Johansson holes up in this old house not far from the harbour. I checked the place over after, turns out the guy had been drinking tap water." There was a murmur of laughter from the assembled crowd. Everyone knew you did not drink the water on Mercy Island.

"So, anyway, Luv does her thing on the door," Ni said, and Luv chose that moment to sit up and stretch. The leather of her outfit creaked as her muscles swelled under it. Most of the men and a couple of the women in the audience watched her performance with some appreciation. "And in we went," Ni went on. "Brickwall was in his PJs. He was kind of annoyed we'd barged in unannounced and Luv had to explain to him in pretty forceful terms why he was going to listen to us."

She paused to take a drink of wine while various minds went over the image of the blonde smashing some big lunk into the floor. Several of them looked really quite excited about the thought. "When he woke up," Ni said, eliciting a laugh from her audience, "he was hanging off a boat gantry with a block of concrete attached to his feet. He wasn't pleased. He said some very rude things about Luv's mother. He said some rude things about mine too, but he was probably right about her. Anyway, Luv wanted to drop him in then and there, but I said there weren't enough sharks yet, and we were arguing over that little detail, and old Brickwall was starting to look a bit panicked."

Once again, she paused to take a drink, the audience watching her every move. "And suddenly he comes out with, 'have mercy!' Yeah, like, as if!" The audience collectively grinned. "But Luv looks at him and she says... What was it you said, love?"

Luv shifted in her seat as all eyes turned to her. "'God, you can keep it, it sucks,'" she said in a slow drawl. The audience burst into laughter while Luv leaned toward and whispered something into Ni's ear.

Ni's eyes widened slightly and she drained her wine glass. "Right, you lot are boring me, time to leave before I massacre the lot of you." She swung her long legs off the table and rose to her feet as if on rails. Luv pushed her own chair back and stood, less elegantly, but with the kind of coiled-spring power that suggested she could punch a hole right through you. The crowd parted to let them through and soon they were outside and alone.

"What did you do with Brickwall in the end, love?" Ni asked, absently. "I always stop there and let them assume we dropped him in the sea."

"He was wanted in five states," Luv replied. "He's doing five years in the Zig and I think it was New York had dibs on him next."

"Ah, right. So, dungeon or bedroom?"

"Street unless you get a shift on, babe," Luv grinned, and slapped Ni's fishnet covered behind. Ni giggled and started into a run, followed quickly by the blonde. They made it as far as the lounge.

Disclaimer: The above may be humerous, or at least may be an attempt at humour. Try reading it that way.
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Fan-dabi-dozi! (I think this is the correct spelling, if the Krankies' single is anything to go buy )

Naturally I love this. It has one of my characters in it! and Ni holding court in a Port Oakes bar reminds me of all those Hollywood pirate haunts in Ol' Jamaicee...