[ Within seconds of her indulging him, Asura appears! His car looks remarkably like a 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air, in his signature red with the white highlights reworked into eyes. The top is down as he comes blasting down the road with his scarves whipping behind and pulls off a dramatic U-turn to end up right next to Jessica.
He pulls down the red tea shades he's wearing just a little and gives her a look up and down. Like it's their first meeting. ]
Hello, gorgeous. I'd ask if you're going my way, but wherever you're going is where I want to be.
[ See, cute right? And not totally a veiled reference to how he's taking her to the depths of inner darkness and will be with her the whole way. ]
True. Look, it's fun hanging out with him and fucking shit up.
[ Okay... fine. That was pretty darn cute (not that she'd admit that out loud, but still) and his old-timey is a pretty sweet ride. A sweet ride that she has no problem pointing out.
She snorts a little and rolls her eyes in the most amused way possible, tapping on the hood of his car when he comes to a full stop and pulls down those red shades of his. ]
Look at you... being a charmer for once in your life. Stop the presses. [ Her words are dripping in sarcasm as she hops in regardless, putting on her own pair of sunglasses and shoving a cigarette in her mouth. ] Nice car, by the way.
That's how they get yah- first breaking instruments then breaking heads.
[ She might not say it aloud, but Asura can read her better than most. So he feels quite pleased with himself based on that reaction.
The car revs with each of her taps- he didn't seem to do anything to cause it though. ]
Thanks. I built her myself. [ A small black flame flares into life on Asura’s fingertip, and a quick tap to the tip lights her cigarette. ] You're going to want to hold onto that tightly.
[ Why is shown very quickly. Asura barely seems to do anything and the car rockets forward. Ghost Rider? Bah. ]
Have fun at anger management?
It's a good way to reel people in. Or at least it's a good way to reel Jess in... with violence.
[ Yeah but the spiffy vehicle is cooler than the Ghost Rider motorcycle, because then she can ride in it with no problem; all it needs is to be encased in burning flames 24/7. She holds onto the side of the car as it drives off at a fast speed, letting go once she gains her balance and leans back in the seat, snorting a little. ]
You know damn well that I didn't. First they tried to tell me that they had a "no yelling" policy, then they proceeded to tell me to keep all my fucking anger bottled up. Fuckers.
[ Okay, the last part isn't necessarily true, but it still pisses her off nonetheless. Jess takes a puff from her cigarette once Asura lights it up with his fingertips and sighs to herself, attempting to calm down even the slightest. ]
I can't believe the judge is making me take this stupid program in the first place. Like I really have a problem.
[ Lol. Good one Jess. ]
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what if they kissed... In the crime scene 😳 😳 j/k... Unless...
[ Asura doesn't want her to calm down. He wants her worked up so that the catharsis of taking it out on some poor musicians is as satisfying as possible. That said, his words are true representations of his philosophy. ]
I despise those tyrants that try to eliminate the feelings society considers inconvenient.
[ Such as fear, but anger too. Lots of her emotions, the ones everyone else tells her to let go or whatever. He thinks she's at her best when they come out. ]
Besides, that guy is not going to make you mad again, so really, it worked itself out before the so-called authorities got involved.
[ Asura only seems to have to make the slightest touch to the wheels and gearstick for the car to respond, like it knows what he wants and wants to give it to him. It's the sort of relationship he wants with her, really- not subservient but intuitively reciprocal. ]
[ She knows it's a bad idea to let him enable and influence her in such a way like this, but really, Jess doesn't have much to cling onto anymore ever since her brief superhero stunt and the aftermath of her hitting rock bottom -- spiraling into a rut of addition and shitty thoughts. She's kinda holding on to what she can now and that happens to be an unhinged demon God. Lucky her. ]
Still. Feels like I should feel kinda bad about it. I should feel bad about it, right? [ A pause. ] Even if he was being the biggest fucking idiotic dickhead around and probably deserved it. He definitely deserved it. Bah, fuck society and fuck authority.
[ Jessica tilts her head at Asura at his last question. ]
...You mean like a ski mask?
Oh no I tripped and I fell... In love. Also insane.
[ It's not a healthy relationship, that much is obvious. But Asura just doesn't think like humans. She’ll be so much happier when she makes those worst moments her norm, finds the way to be herself for real.
Behind his shades, his eyes lid but sparkle with delight as Jess reiterates some of his philosophy. He really wants to kiss her- he's eaten her out, bitten her, tasted her sweat but they've never kissed. Maybe that would be too much like admitting she likes him.
He splits his gaze, third keeping an eye on the road so he can turn his head to look at her. ]
If you ever have to ask ‘Should I feel this way’ you shouldn't. They're feelings- they're you.
[ After a moment, his scarves wind into a mask as they sometimes do. Unlike the usual, they imitate a ski mask- the red shine of his shades and a mouth free. ]
Any kind you want.
[ They rearrange a few times. He can seemingly put them together in any number of ways, a cowl, a domino mask, a full face one. ]
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As Asura teaches her not to feel guilt for /checks notes/ killin’
...hey, stick your thumb out.
[ He's doing a bit. It'll be cute, promise. His idea of cute though. ]
This is what happens when he hangs out with demons
[He's weird. ]
why???
[ She does it anyway. ]
Could be worse. I think.
He pulls down the red tea shades he's wearing just a little and gives her a look up and down. Like it's their first meeting. ]
Hello, gorgeous. I'd ask if you're going my way, but wherever you're going is where I want to be.
[ See, cute right? And not totally a veiled reference to how he's taking her to the depths of inner darkness and will be with her the whole way. ]
True. Look, it's fun hanging out with him and fucking shit up.
She snorts a little and rolls her eyes in the most amused way possible, tapping on the hood of his car when he comes to a full stop and pulls down those red shades of his. ]
Look at you... being a charmer for once in your life. Stop the presses. [ Her words are dripping in sarcasm as she hops in regardless, putting on her own pair of sunglasses and shoving a cigarette in her mouth. ] Nice car, by the way.
That's how they get yah- first breaking instruments then breaking heads.
The car revs with each of her taps- he didn't seem to do anything to cause it though. ]
Thanks. I built her myself. [ A small black flame flares into life on Asura’s fingertip, and a quick tap to the tip lights her cigarette. ] You're going to want to hold onto that tightly.
[ Why is shown very quickly. Asura barely seems to do anything and the car rockets forward. Ghost Rider? Bah. ]
Have fun at anger management?
It's a good way to reel people in. Or at least it's a good way to reel Jess in... with violence.
You know damn well that I didn't. First they tried to tell me that they had a "no yelling" policy, then they proceeded to tell me to keep all my fucking anger bottled up. Fuckers.
[ Okay, the last part isn't necessarily true, but it still pisses her off nonetheless. Jess takes a puff from her cigarette once Asura lights it up with his fingertips and sighs to herself, attempting to calm down even the slightest. ]
I can't believe the judge is making me take this stupid program in the first place. Like I really have a problem.
[ Lol. Good one Jess. ]
what if they kissed... In the crime scene 😳 😳 j/k... Unless...
I despise those tyrants that try to eliminate the feelings society considers inconvenient.
[ Such as fear, but anger too. Lots of her emotions, the ones everyone else tells her to let go or whatever. He thinks she's at her best when they come out. ]
Besides, that guy is not going to make you mad again, so really, it worked itself out before the so-called authorities got involved.
[ Asura only seems to have to make the slightest touch to the wheels and gearstick for the car to respond, like it knows what he wants and wants to give it to him. It's the sort of relationship he wants with her, really- not subservient but intuitively reciprocal. ]
That said... Do you want a mask?
[ For the crime they're going to do. ]
They should... accidentally 👀👀
Still. Feels like I should feel kinda bad about it. I should feel bad about it, right? [ A pause. ] Even if he was being the biggest fucking idiotic dickhead around and probably deserved it. He definitely deserved it. Bah, fuck society and fuck authority.
[ Jessica tilts her head at Asura at his last question. ]
...You mean like a ski mask?
Oh no I tripped and I fell... In love. Also insane.
Behind his shades, his eyes lid but sparkle with delight as Jess reiterates some of his philosophy. He really wants to kiss her- he's eaten her out, bitten her, tasted her sweat but they've never kissed. Maybe that would be too much like admitting she likes him.
He splits his gaze, third keeping an eye on the road so he can turn his head to look at her. ]
If you ever have to ask ‘Should I feel this way’ you shouldn't. They're feelings- they're you.
[ After a moment, his scarves wind into a mask as they sometimes do. Unlike the usual, they imitate a ski mask- the red shine of his shades and a mouth free. ]
Any kind you want.
[ They rearrange a few times. He can seemingly put them together in any number of ways, a cowl, a domino mask, a full face one. ]