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Sensory Deprivation Meme
the SENSORY DEPRIVATION meme:
You know those things you rely on to navigate you properly through life?
Senses? Yeah, well, kiss those goodbye.
blindness, inability to feel. If the concept of blindness, deafness
and/or the loss of any of your senses bothers you, please do NOT play this meme)
You know those things you rely on to navigate you properly through life?
Senses? Yeah, well, kiss those goodbye.
blindness, inability to feel. If the concept of blindness, deafness
and/or the loss of any of your senses bothers you, please do NOT play this meme)
✖ Post with your character name/fandom/options for scenarios
(ie; het/slash fluff/smut) and your prompt.
✖ Use RNG to pick your numbers.
1-5 for regular senses, 6-10 for moral sense, 11-16 for cracky senses.
The Basic Five
1. Sense of Sight - Whether you woke up that way, had an accident, a brain tumor expanded or you had a bad reaction to something, you're now blind. Fully and completely. Watch out for that bu--*wince*
2. Sense of Smell - Did someone step in dog crap? It could be you, but you'd never know. You've lost your sense of smell. I guess there's no stopping by the roses for you, huh?
3. Sense of Hearing - "I'M NOT YELLING!!" Yes, yes you are. And no matter how loud you crank AC/DC, you're never hearing Highway to Hell again. Guess I shouldn't have gotten you the Stones compalition CD's, huh?
4. Sense of Taste - No, it doesn't taste like chicken. In fact, it doesn't taste like anything. Perfect time to get that friend that burns everything to cook for you - at least it'll make them happy and you can smile through the whole ordeal.
5. Sense of Touch - Where'd you get that bruise? Or that gaping knife wound? No clue. You have utterly lost the ability to feel anything, like your body is enveloped in fuzzy packing tape. Punch the wall all you want, you ain't gonna feel anything.
The Guiding Factors
6. Sense of Right and Wrong - Tripping people that get in your way? Taking candy from babies? Killing someone that hurt you and yours? All sound like pretty good ideas right about now. Your entire moral code has been thrown into the 'grey' area. There is no right or wrong, only what you want.
7. Sense of Decency - Things that just 'aren't done' are in play for you now. Evicting old ladies and orphans because they can't pay? Pff. Good. Lousy Mooching leeches. Hitting on that underage and naive little thing? Puh-leeze, they're an easy mark. Deflower, deport and debauch yourself to your heart's content.
8. Sense of Self - You don't even know who you are anymore. What are you doing with your life? What's it all mean? What the hell's it for? Why even bother to get up in the morning? Are you going to go try and 'find' yourself? Or just give up?
9. Sense of Preservation - Your life? Means about as much as a mouse fart. Why should you step out of the way of that speeding train? You were there first. Mouthing off to that huge, angry, overpumped steroid-faced goon sounds like a good idea too. He took your seat. And he smells.
10. Sense of Empathy - That ability that lets you put yourself in the shoes of others, to relate to them? Gone. No, you don't know what they're feeling, and quite frankly, you don't want to. You have your own things to deal with, and they're much more important. Why? Because they're yours.
The Quirky Ones
11. Sense of Humor - Wait, am I supposed to laugh now? You have to take your cue from those around you, laughing when they do, usually a little bit late and a little too long. Not even a fart joke will crack a smile.
12. Sense of Direction - You couldn't find your ass with both hands. Literally. You tried. And wound up getting thrown in the clink for inappropriate conduct with a nun. Don't drop the soa-- Too late.
13. Sense of Modesty - So what if you're using a belt as a skirt. It looks good, right? Bending over and showing off too much isn't an issue for you, neither is changing in the middle of the store if you just have to wear that cute little shirt now.
14. Sense of Fashion - Yes, you think a pink polka-dotted bikini top goes just smashingly with the neon green bellbottoms. Bubblewrap tops? Freakin' awesome. Put it on and flaunt it, and watch people's eyes bleed.
15. Sense of Timing - "What do you mean now's a bad time?" Yes, because you think trying to pick up a girl at her husband's funeral is a good thing. What? She's single. You're late to everything. A clock? Wassat? Strange, foreign words...
16. Mix and Match - You poor bastard, you've lost more than one sense. 2? 3? The whole lot? Who knows, that's up to you.
(reposted from memebells@lj, originally here)
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[ so he has something to do with the weather. how curious.
the look doesn't faze bayonetta, only keeping her smile up just a little longer. her fingers still dance in mid-air as she feels the tug of whatever keeps thor's eyes white. they begin to claw the air as if digging through several cobwebs, the bind so strong that her first attempt fails to take it off after several pulls.
not being able to pull it off is what makes her smile fade. she hates not being able to remedy a situation with her magic, or with a fist. ]
How troubling... Whatever's keeping you blind must hate you, darling. It's an irritating pest. [ another swipe, trying it once more. ] But it's not impossible to fix.
[ maybe if she pulls it off more, but it won't take less than a day, more so less than an hour. it will take so more, bayonetta thinks. ]
That's if you're willing to let me play around with it more.
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Thor, meanwhile, can certainly feel her efforst to pick it apart, though he's not entirely sure he believes that's what he's feeling. Either way, he stays still and quiet, though obviously tense - especially with the way thunder gives a warning rumble overhead.]
I suspect you are correct. [Though he only knew one magic-user who didn't hate him, and even that was...complicated.
At her offer, Thor tilts his head curiously, staring in Bayonetta's direction with a gaze that would normally be quite intense were his eyes not whited out.]
I..appreciate your offer, my lady. And it does not seem as though I have much choice but to comply.
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bayonetta wonders if it's a demon, an angel, or even another magic user that's done this. her cat-like curiosity doesn't cease, only forming more questions in her mind while looking for answers. yet — ]
This is going to take some time. [ rubbing her fingers together, bayonetta's fingers feel hot — almost burning as an effect of moving away the webbing from his eyes. ] Tell me your home is nearby. I didn't bring a tent to camp here tonight.
[ a moments rest for her hands, and then she begins the cycle once more. the slightest hiss leaves her mouth, her fingers burying into the heat of the spell.
bayonetta thinks of ways to hurry the process, or another way to make it dissipate completely. nothing comes to mind yet. ]
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I would. But I have never been that talented a liar.
[He has no idea where he is, but Asgard is generally far away. When Thor tries to cast his senses out for the Bifrost...nothing. There might as well be darkness.
And despite himself, despite his wariness, Thor feels a stab of concern as his attention is dragged back towards Bayonetta at that hiss. His hearing is already compensating for his lack of sight, and he can't miss it, nor is it hard to guess what her efforts might be working towards.]
If you can tell me where I am, I can try and contact some other friends of mine.
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that's a mystery on its own, and it's something she wishes to know. it's not only selfish curiosity, but it's also because she isn't heartless.
once she pulls back, the witch lets out a heavy sigh as she takes hold of her own hands. if there's only water nearby, bayonetta would make ice for her hands. alas, there is none. ]
Somewhere outside New York. [ the city where her nearest abode is. ] Do you come by often?
[ that's how she lightens up the situation, at least for her. she never does stop being playful, moving a hand to wipe off the magic while she rests the other. it still stings, wondering if she's triggering a trap upon herself by the end of fixing his sight.
it'll be fine, bayonetta tells herself. ]
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[Wait, what?]
Yes, actually. [That's still further from home than he'd like, but if worst comes to worst...at least he's on basically familiar ground. Thor knows the fight he got caught up in took place much further away than that, of course. How he wound up back here is definitely something of a puzzle. Maybe he managed to escape just in time? It wouldn't be the first time he'd done so.] Several of my friends live in New York. If you can take me to them, I'm certain they can solve this problem from here.
[He doesn't mean to disrespect Bayonetta's abilities or efforts. In fact, now that Thor is reasonably certain she means him no harm, her attitude is bothering him significantly less. Hells, she's far from the only one he knows to try and lighten a bad situation with equally bad humor. It almost seems to be a requirement for human heroes in particular.
Either way, he can only imagine that she'd want him out of her hair as soon as possible. After all, he isn't her problem by almost any definition of the word.]
Do you know where Stark Tower is?
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[ a slender brow is raised as she listens to the thunderer's words. so many things of what he just said only makes her even more curious, not recognizing what stark tower is at all. the witch lets out a curious hum from her throat, rushing through her memories in attempt to recognize him from any part of the city. that disappoints her because she wants to see this place now, this stark tower — what it has to offer, why a man dressed like a viking is free to visit, and whoever his friends are.
wouldn't he be in the news, or wouldn't she have seen him at one point during her purgatorio walks, bayonetta thinks. ]
Stark Tower...? That's not a place I recognize, and I'm the type that enjoys a stroll. Are you sure you've been to the city?
[ this is the part where she reaches out for a portion of his cape, tugging it gently to indicate where to go. time to walk, or does she need to hold onto him if he dances out of the way from the sound of her footsteps. on the one hand, he's as blind as a bat. on the other, she wonders if his hearing is good enough for her assumption. now, before he speaks: ]
My ride is this way, darling.
[ a thought occurs in her mind, and it's if thor has ever ridden a motorcycle before. ]
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Except, really, when you've lived as long as he has and lived the sort of life he has, there's not a whole lot that honestly surprises Thor anymore. He comes to at least the beginning of an explanation quickly enough and...
...ah.
Well.
That both explains some things and introduces a great many new questions. To the point that Thor can feel a headache coming on for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with magic, and everything to do with really wanting to drink until this day becomes a bad dream.
Alas, the fates are rarely so kind.
Thor gives no outward sign of his thoughts for a long moment. He does get to his feet at Bayonetta's urging, swaying a little at first but quickly steadying himself through sheer force of will.
He has ridden a motorcycle before. And he's quite fond of them - they're one of Midgard's better inventions, in his very definite opinion, even if he still prefers his chariot and his goats.
Amora better not have done anything to his goats.
One move Thor does make is to lift his coat up and over Bayonetta's head and advise, voice deceptively calm:] You might wish to cover your ears.
[His fingers flex around Mjolnir's handle, and Thor takes a deep breath. And she'll get that and approximately two seconds to comply before a blinding, deafening flash of thunder and lightning splits the sky and turns the world black and white.
It's slow to fade, and rain does not follow - even Thor's control over the weather isn't perfect. He still looks decidedly grim and displeased, as he lowers his cape, but the smell of ozone is a little less palpable and he's no longer actively vibrating with pent up energy.]
Thank you. That was helpful.
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this isn't anything bayonetta has ever witnessed before, giving herself a view of the show. eyes shift from the hammer to thor to the sky, and repeat. it's almost like watching the stories she's read come to life, the ones about the fabled god of thunder with his hammer as a weapon — first she's sleeping beauty, and now this man may very well be of myth come true. just like she is. ]
Thor... [ she mutters to herself and nothing more, walking forward as she stares at the sky. the clouds step aside like curtains to a show, revealing the night decorated with stars and a full moon. the moon —
it's always refreshing to an umbra witch to bathe under moon light. a deep breath, a heavy exhale, her arms spread apart for just a few seconds before turning towards the thunder god. ] Curiouser and curiouser. Is this how you impress everyone during the first date?
[ but no, there's an amused smile on the witch's face as she snaps her fingers, grabbing his attention to tell him to go this way. thor is blind, and that's the only reason why she moves a gloved hand to hold part of his much larger one. her motorcycle isn't too far, just a walk away. ]
I've never seen anyone play with the weather before.
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[This was just venting without making craters in the ground. Had he been alone in his frustrations, Thor wouldn't have held back even that much.
Still. Memories of his last date - quite possibly his last date ever - with Jane Foster make Thor smile at nothing very much, an expression that's equal parts fond and sad for a moment.
He doesn't particularly like being led around by the hand, but mostly because when one is as big as he is, there's no way it can't be awkward. But he recognizes the need, and Thor lets himself be towed without complaint.
He does, however, finally think to point out:] You never told me your name.
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You can call me Bayonetta. [ of course it's not her real name. it's the name she carried around during her years of amnesia, but it stuck. cereza is for people that she meets again, and not just for those she meets for a night. ] Or Lady Bayonetta. It does sound good on the tongue, doesn't it?
[ if thor could only see that two-second window of mischievous amusement on her face. she can have a little fun during their trip — considering if the witch can't bring the thunder god anywhere like stark tower, then the only place safe would have to be her home. this will be the first time she's ever brought someone home that isn't her best friend or important co-workers.
now that she thinks about it... ]
If there's no other tower for you to return to, I suppose I can allow you to visit my little abode for a while. Just until you can see a little more than the color black, of course.
[ bayonetta hides genuine care with a favor, because she feels vulnerable to the world if she reveals it.
ah. there's her ride. it may look like a regular black motorcycle, but it's the same brand one she stole back in vigrid so many years ago. no other one is like this, mainly because she's rigged it with a little magic. it won't break after jumping from great heights. once they reach it, bayonetta lets go of his hand for now just so that she can take a seat.
there's a surge of umbran magic in the air as she pushes a finger down — it glowers a magenta aura — on the ignition. vroom, vroom. ]
I certainly hope you don't mind the wind in your hair. The moon and stars are out tonight.
[ and that means she's going to have a little fun. ]
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[Of course, Thor can only imagine that she'll want something in return. She definitely seems to be taking some interest in him and his abilities, if he's reading her tone properly. But that's not necessarily anything to worry about. If she can restore his sight, and her ultimately intentions aren't hostile, he'll certainly owe her a favor as it is.
Thor stops walking when she releases his hand, listening for any further sign of where to go. It comes in the form of the motorcycle revving to life, and ah. The rumble of the engine is almost viscerally pleasant, something he can feel in his bones. And the upside is that it's very easy to find it, after that.]
I'm quite fond of it, in fact. [Thor is not used to seeing with his hands, of making all the little adjustments in position and location that sight normally allows for without thinking. He finds himself brushing a hand over the handlebars, the fender, and for the barest moment over Bayonetta's thigh before he pulls it away as though burned.
But at least, it's enough mental positioning that he can take a seat behind her.] If only I could see the moon and stars, this evening might take a turn for the better.
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that sounds just like something bayonetta would have said five hundred years ago. if only i could see the moon and stars — and on the day she's finally able to, it comes with a hefty price. she shrugs off that memory, gloved hands tight on the handles of her bike while waiting for thor to make himself comfortable behind her. she's never had anyone ride with her before, knowing well enough that not everyone in this world can handle fast she can go.
if thor can control the weather, if thor enjoys the wind in her hair as he confirms to her, then he may just be able to handle her wild driving when she deems it necessary. who knew that it takes someone from out of this world? ]
A little patience, darling, and you'll see all the diamonds in the sky soon enough. The city is an hour away.
[ there's no need to snap her fingers when the witch wants to slip between the realms, a large magenta sigil appearing in front of the motorcycle. it's the entrance to purgatorio, her favorite hiding spot if she doesn't wish for anyone to watch. the world inside it feels so similar to the mortal realm that people have gotten lost in it before, but those people weren't witches or gods.
or angels, like the ones fluttering down from the sky. letting out an exasperated sigh, the thunderer has two seconds to keep a tight hold on the witch before she simply revs up the bike before dashing right through the gate. ]
It looks like you're making my usual admirers envious... [ a tease, of course. now that they're in purgatorio, she can see their white forms speeding up towards her. she'll take out her gun once they're closer. ] Everytime they visit, I always have to whip them into shape.
[ the angels have a holy aura around them. it's something bayonetta can sense, but can the god of thunder as well? ]
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But once he's steadied himself, he has barely a second to process how fast they're going. And even then, he has no time to enjoy it before the angels start to close in.
Thor can sense them, even if he can't see them. They mostly register as a...presence in one direction or another, one that sets his teeth on edge. He can also register that they've gone through a portal of some sort, but can't really tell what might have changed on the other side.]
If you have them in hand, then I will leave you to teach them some manners once more. [He's pretty sure he could hit them, if he had to. After all, Mjolnir doesn't always need to see its targets. But the risk of lightning striking Bayonetta is one he'd rather avoid if he could.]
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the last time bayonetta fought with angels on a motorcycle, she had to multitask. magic in control of the gas so that her hand was free to pull the trigger. her eyes flash bright purple, making sure that the handle is turned as she lets go of it. her free hand immediately adjusts to take one of thor's, moving it to rest on the handle, keep it pushed forward.
that's when bayonetta's magic stops, her left hand still stirring. ]
Keep that turned while I take care of our interrupted date, darling. It'll be quick.
[ serious? hardly. the thunder god isn't in trouble, and neither is anyone else she knows in the world. that's why she makes a little fun of their situation, pulling out one of her four handguns from the back of her neck with dark magic. a clicking sound of metal is made, the sound only a gun can make when she readies it.
bang, bang, bayonetta pulls the trigger many times, sending out magic-laced bullets towards each one. it takes a few shots to vanquish them, but this is one of her favorite parts when it comes to her hunts. this time, she gets to aim freely without focusing on keeping the motorcycle running. ]
Mmm, right between the eyes. It's too bad you can't watch me have fun.
[ it's fortunate that there's nothing else but those winged weaklings, she thinks. this will be a long drive home otherwise. ]
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What follows is enough bullets in quick enough succession to almost sound like thunder in their own right, just with the smell of gunpowder and lead - or something close enough to it - rather than ozone.]
It hardly sounds like much of a fight. [Though he would love to watch, if he could. And he certainly wants to ask just what it is about Bayonetta or these things that makes this a regular occurrence.
But he won't distract her while she's working.]
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[ such a violent woman. bayonetta can't help it when it's fun, and it makes her just a dash bit flirtatious when adrenaline rushes through her veins like this. after twenty years of roaming the world and fighting these messengers, she still isn't tired about stepping on them.
most of the time, anyway. bayonetta wouldn't say no to something stronger, something more exciting than angels.
when they speed by one, they smell like one would expect from heaven: amazing, and mixed in is rosemary. of course there's rosemary. it's a demon repellant, and the witch has plenty of pets at her disposal. there's just no need for it right at this moment, she has a passenger.
as they turn, the motorcycle bends to slip under a truck with the concrete almost touching their knees, tires screeching until they're back in position once more. ]
Faster!
[ one gets too close and swings their sharp blade towards them. the witch deflects it with her handgun before letting a hail of bullets dig into its body. had they not been in purgatorio, there would be a police chase at this point. ]
Just a little more, my dear Thor...
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He usually disdains fights with weak or unworthy opponents, but of course that becomes more difficult when the weak opponents decide to force the issue. In the meantime, he merely consoles himself for being unable to participate with the fact that he doesn't seem to be missing too much.
The roar of the engine and the sense of speeding motion is enough of a rush for now.
He senses the truck approaching, more than anything - a looming sense of mass disrupting the flow of air - and manages to duck his head just in time to avoid losing his helmet. With his other hand, Thor keeps Mjolnir from dragging against the ground as they duck, the better to keep them from losing speed. A blink, and then they're on again, and he's urging the motorcycle on even faster.]
Until when? [There don't seem to be any shortage of angels, even for how fast Bayonetta is dispatching them.]
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[ the grin on her face is practically audible as she guides the bike to the side, the road clear of innocent lives but not of angels. still, this isn't the jump the witch meant, pulling the trigger as more and more fly and attempt to chop them down.
the sound of metal clashing together is loud, their weapons against her handgun as bayonetta reflects them away from the two. this brings her back in the day, just five years ago when she raced to the island of the last lumen sage, except there was so much more trouble back then.
these angels are just cannon fodder compared to her first ride. ]
Hold on tight!
[ excited is the word to describe her voice when she speaks to thor, completing ignoring the stop sign as they crash through the barricades. the bullets stop flying as she holds onto his extended arm, squeezing it to remind him to not let go.
after all, this unfinished road plays like a ramp the higher it goes — and then they're in the air. she can't help but scream as if it's a fun ride in an amusement park, the vehicle passing by the slow horde as she snaps her fingers.
the rest of them are screaming until they disappear in golden light because they're now on fire. she could have pulled that off earlier, but they weren't in proximity until their leap of faith.
and finally, once they land with a slam: ] There. Now we can go home without my stalkers following us.
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[Thor feels the slam of impact in his teeth and bones, and his grip tightens reflexively for a moment around Bayonetta. Then it fully registers to him that the danger is passed, and he deliberately loosens his grip on the witch - though not on the throttle, unless otherwise advised - once more. He lets out a breath in a long, deliberate sigh, imaging himself exhaling the tension and bloodlust with it.
Even then, Thor still finds himself smiling in no small amount of satisfaction, even if it's vicarious. A distant rumble of thunder testifies to the force of his emotions.]
It certainly sounded like a battle well fought, Lady Bayonetta. [The excitement of a good fight can make Thor just a bit flirtatious, too. That's what comes from growing up courting shield maidens, valkyries, and berserkers when you aren't out seducing peasant women.] Do you have to waste your time on them often?
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If I want them to stop chasing me for the night. [ the gloved hand resting on thor's stretched out arm rubs it with the tip of her fingers, as if telling him it's all right to let go now by the time it slips over his own. she'll take over the reins of her motorcycle now. ] Twenty years, and they still follow me like crying puppies.
[ twenty years out of the coffin she wakes up from, that is. for five hundred years, bayonetta sleeps peacefully and misses everything that's happened on earth. it takes books and long travels around the world for her to catch up within two decades of roaming the world, and she still isn't satisfied with what she already knows. that's why she enjoys a twist in reality, why she loves being a witch.
the thunder god's appearance, she thinks, is definitely a highlight. thor isn't in any of the stories alongside the overseer, his name only in the books she's read from long ago and recently — it's a bit like a fairy tale coming to life, the witch realizes. people like them are only rumored to be alive in history.
this will be a fun secret. ]
Surely you have many admirers as well, thunder prince.
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They would probably make a strange sight together, if anyone could see them, but that thought is faintly amusing, more than anything.
Thor can't help but let out a bark of laughter at this.] Hah! Yes, I have certainly had the time to acquire them. And many of them are as persistent in their admiration as yours'! [It depends on the day whether he prefers the angels' silence to the maniacal ravings of this supervillain or that.] I would offer to tell you of some of them, but I'm afraid we wouldn't have enough time even if we were to ride all night.
[Unless they already have, of course.]
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there's no reply coming from the witch just yet as she looks forward, noting the glimmer of light. that's the city, and that means home is just around the corner — that leap has given bayonetta a good shortcut, one she hasn't used before. it was just a little faith that she went over the road. ]
You could always tell me once we get to my home, darling. Perhaps while I take off that blindfold.
[ a rather sticky blindfold that she swears becomes too hot the longer she touches it, but that's just for a while ago, isn't it? bayonetta hopes so. this is not magic she's dealt with before — it's unique, it's interesting, and she wants to learn about it. ]
Whatever you're thinking now, hold that thought.
[ because home is just a drive away. shorter, and the reason why the noise in the air eventually fills itself with the smell of city life, the loud voices of people chattering, music of varying tastes, and the honks of various vehicles that her own slips between with ease. this city compared to the one thor knows is similar up to a point: the people, some buildings, and the chaos.
she even drives by where stark tower would originally be.
this is the part where there's a sudden shift of direction. the witch still drives forward, but this time up. there's magic in the air, the very same magenta sigil surrounding the bike as bayonetta drives up and up and up and — ]
Mmm, home. [ she says once they halt to a stop, the bike upright once more. the air is a little chilly, but that's because bayonetta is the owner of the penthouse of the building. a snap of her fingers, and the exit to purgatorio opens. she taps the ignition once, and the bike goes to sleep. ] And arriving much earlier than I thought.
[ still, she moves to take one of his hands so they can head inside. time to take care of the spider's web. ]
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No place filled with the sound of people living, getting on with their lives, can be that dangerous.
He's so lost in trying to process the world around him that Thor actually almost doesn't realize they're going up until almost too late, and he has to fumble a bit to keep his grip around Bayonetta's waist. But the ascent doesn't last long, and the feel of rising at a vertical angle doesn't bother him.
When he finally tastes the sense of passing from here to there, Thor is even a little disappointed that the ride was over. For how awfully this night began, this has actually been kind of fun.
He takes her hand and steps carefully off the bike, his other senses on overdrive in the lack of other stimuli to try and process details. Definitely indoors, in a room that feels at least a little lived-in. The buzz of magic remains, which he can only assume is coming from the witch herself. Out of instinct, more than anything, he finds himself turning his head as though to look around.]
Thank you again for this, Lady Bayonetta. I can only imagine that this was not how you planned to spend your night when it began.
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[ as they walk through the exit of purgatorio, she guides him through the glass doors and out of her living room, across the floor and carpets. there's the slightest hint of lillies in the air, the same scent as the perfume the witch dabs on herself tonight. had his eyes been open, the god would be able to see the light colors of the room. white walls tinted with the yellowish color of the lights, a sleek black coffee table in front of the soft couch —
that's exactly where bayonetta guides thor, turning a corner before sitting down herself, and then tapping the space beside her. he can still hear her, the witch thinks, and so being guided by noise is perfectly fine. the thought of him sensing any magic doesn't come to bayonetta's mind yet. ]
Tell me what you do remember as I sort that out, hmm? [ she's curious about the son of odin, after all, and she wants to know if he has any relations with the loki she knows. ] Because if you don't remember anything beyond what took the color of your eyes, then you have a much bigger problem than I thought, my dear.
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