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Summary
*label argenthunter
Looks like she’s been doing some hunting on her own. Not that you mind. Not really.
If there is one thing you know, it’s that a fight between you and Lady Argent will give you better headlines than destroying the Handyman ever would.
*if not(prepare_them)
You didn’t wake up today planning to tangle with the Rangers, but since she seems to be here on her own, who are you to deny yourself a good fight?
*if prepare_them
You didn’t wake up today planning to tangle with the Rangers, but Lady Argent is a special case. Of all the heroes you have fought, she’s the one you have judged closest to understand what is going on. To be ready to cross the line. There’s no naivety in her mind, no illusion that the world is just, or that the people in power have anything but their best interest at heart.
You could turn her. Maybe. If you play your cards right.
*if win
You beat her once, you can do it again.
*fake_choice
#“Are you going to come to the rescue of every two-bit hero in this town? Then you’ll be busy.”
"Are you going to come to the rescue of every two-bit hero in this town? Then you’ll be busy.“ You straighten your back, making sure to strike a good pose for the hovering cameras.
"Don’t be absurd,” she scoffs, looking as much at ease with herself as you do. “I’m not the one that set this up.” She glances back at the Handyman,
*if not(handyassist)
who has pulled himself to his feet, arm wrapped around his ribs.
*if handyassist
who has stepped back, keeping the gun trained on you.
"He had a plan. I liked it.“
"It’s not the first crook we’ve brought in together.” His mouth is spotted with blood, but the grin on his face is from triumph. “I set them up, she knocks them down…”
"…don’t say it…“ she mutters quietly, pressing two fingers to the bridge of her nose as he continues.
”…gotta use the right tool for the right job.“ He gives her a weak little wave, before backing away behind her shielding form.
"Why do they always feel the need to talk…” You can feel the waves of annoyance coming off her.
"I get it,“ you scoff, causing her eyes to focus back on you. "He’s the bait and the brains. You’re just the muscle.”
*if not(prepare_them)
That makes you feel a lot better about things, the last thing you need is to contend with someone else with half a brain in the Rangers. One you don’t know and can’t predict. Yet.
*if prepare_them
You’re not sure if the statement is true, but a little bit of prodding never hurt anyone. Is Lady Argent more than a domesticated killer? Can she be more? Perhaps.
*if argent_sample
You still don’t know what to make of Dr. Mortum’s assessment of the sample you brought ${mhim}. Who is Lady Argent really? What is she?
"If that’s what you like to call it.“ She flexes her hands, the tips of her fingers elongating into her trademark razor-sharp claws. "I’m just here to bring you in.”
"Good luck with that.“
*if argent_sample
Is it nails or skin that forms those claws? You’ve never seen her do any major shape-changing, and you didn’t feel anything odd when you possessed her. Maybe if you could get a better sample you’d know more.
"I won’t need luck,” she says with the sharpest of smiles, “I’m the hunter here. Not you.”
#“You know, if you wanted a fight you could just have asked,” I say, cracking my knuckles.
"You know, if you wanted a fight you could just have asked,“ you say, cracking your knuckles. It’s not even a lie, being called out for a duel might have been both flattering and a good opportunity to
*if not(prepare_them)
take her down.
*if prepare_them
test her mettle.
"Really?” She raises her eyebrow in disbelief. “I got the impression you were afraid of a fair fight, considering your choice of opponents lately.”
"I’m willing to move you up on my list, even if I was saving the best for last.“ The Handyman is irrelevant. You can see him limping back behind her shielding form. He is irrelevant. She is not.
*if argent_cape
"Not to mention that I’d want my cape back.”
"It’s right here.“ She touches the fabric almost tenderly. "All you have to do is come and get it.”
"That was the plan all along.“
"Oh that’s cute, you think you’re hunting me now?” Her fingertips have stretched into her trademark claws, tapping her thigh impatiently.
*if argent_sample
Is it nails or skin that forms those claws? You’ve never seen her do any major shape-changing, and you didn’t feel anything odd when you possessed her. Maybe if you could get a better sample you’d know more.
"Come on then.“
#"All this for me? I’m flattered,” I tease, glad that the helmet is hiding my smile.
"All this for me? I’m flattered,“ you tease, glad that the helmet is hiding your smile.
"I am not the one that arranged this dance,” she says, flexing her fingers as her razor-sharp claws starts growing.
*if argent_sample
Is it nails or skin that forms those claws? You’ve never seen her do any major shape-changing, and you didn’t feel anything odd when you possessed her. Maybe if you could get a better sample you’d know more.
"That would be me,“ the Handyman says, raising his voice. His mouth is spotted with blood, but the grin on his face is from triumph. "I knew you were looking into my business, and when I got that tip it wasn’t hard to figure out that something was wrong and take relevant precautions.”
"Shut up. You’re not the one I’m interested in dancing with.“ Your voice is a low growl. You don’t like being played. Not even a little.
"Get back,” she orders, and he obeys, one limping step at a time. You can see from the way she’s watching you that she’s expecting you to go for him.
"I told you I wasn’t interested in him.“ It’s a small step forward, but you can see the change it makes in her posture. "This is between us now.”
"Bold words.“ Her grin widens. "Come on then, let’s dance.”[/spoiler]
Spoilers for Herald encounter.