You're so Troublesome (Christian)

[Muse]

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It was a relief to be free of the poison that had riddled her body for weeks after her arrival in this strange dimension. There were so many different things here that threw her into a loop of confusion or unneeded emotion. One of these things being that she found out her father still lived in this world, though Muse was unsure for how long. Technically, he wasn't her father. No, her father was long dead. This was an alternate form of him which held no relation to her whatsoever and perhaps never would. Muse did not mind that, though she still felt the need to protect this alternate Gabriel from an inevitable death. She wondered how much the Ramiel of this world knew. He would be shocked to find how much Heaven could hide from him despite his work in the Akashic Record.

Her hand subtly rubbed the scar between a set of her lower ribs where Mammon had stabbed her. Muse's blood began to boil. She longed so much for the comfort of her home. Even looking into the stars did not help. It was so far away.

Muse's thoughts could not get far before a familiar yelp caught her attention. She paused and tilted her head in the direction of the noise, and found another voice, this one slurred from alcohol, was rapidly rasping out orders. Wallet. The voice wanted a wallet. A mugger? A drunk mugger, no less. Who was he stealing from? The yelp was way too familiar in how it was so whiny and high-pitched. The problem was she couldn't place it with any females she was aquainted with here. This called for an investigation.

The sky was black with night and no stars dotted the city sky. The pollution and clouds both blocked out the beautiful dots that many enjoyed gazing upon. Only the street lights kept the city illuminated enough for those wanting to wander at this hour. Personally, this was nothing new to Muse, though she hated it. She felt the need to soon visit the countryside where the air was clean and stars bright. She was feeling rather sick of the city.

Her thoughts halted when she came to an alleyway and spotted the scene at hand. A drunk man, who looked reminiscent of a poor hobo, held a younger male against a building's brick wall with a knife to his throat. This wasn't just any young man off the streets. It happened to be that strange, yet oddly amusing guy named Christian she had met not too long ago. Muse felt she'd blown his mind after everything that'd happened, apparently in more ways than one. It had been a mistake to kiss him. Now he proclaimed her as his girlfriend. It wasn't funny.

"Oh my," she chirped cheerfully, "what do we have here? I think you've outdone yourself this time, White Knight! Now you've turned to being pursued by regular human beings? Must I put a leash on you?"

Her outburst caught the attention of the mugger, who turned a hazed glare in her direction. Clearly he wanted her to get lost, and he thought her a regular human. At a height of 5' 1" Muse did not seem so dangerous. Most men towered over her, and at her appearance of an 18-year-old young woman they laughed at the idea of her having the ability to be a threat. It was lovely. Muse's lips curled up into a smile. She loved it when people underestimated her. It made the shock value more worth witnessing.

"What's wrong? Did I interuppt your drunken raid?" Her head cocked to the side at the man. "You should really learn to get a job. Mugging poor Christian here won't get you far. You see, he may be harmless, but he's got some tough friends that will hunt you down. Like me." Hazel eyes growing dark as she lifted her hand she stared the mugger straight in the eyes. "Go away."

With a flick of her hand the mugger was suddenly gone. All that was left now was Muse and Christian.

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[Christian Whitacre]

He had the night off for once, and by that he meant that the guys were arguing over the inner politics of in-team dating and how that affected the whole group dynamic. As soon as the name "Yoko-Ono" was tossed in, Christian knew that was his cue to get the hell out of there because Maggie had a serious temper about those sorts of insinuations. Actually, she just had a serious temper end of story and Christian really didn't want to get caught in the middle of this again, the way he always seemed to since he was a neutral third party in the matter.

So being the hot studly manly man that he was, he stepped out and took a walk to one of the clubs he had passed by on the way to the motel earlier. Cause everyone knows that Christian was a bad ass that could walk around after dark and totally take on anyone that tried coming after him. That and gas was definitely not cheap and his beloved Millennium Falcon was kind of a gas guzzler, and he was a little broke right now. But the reason was most definitely because he was a total bad ass that could take on whatever went bump in the darkm, he knew what was out there and he wasn't afraid....ok maybe he was a little. But after running from a werewolf two weeks prior well who wouldn't be a little twitchy.

Either way he was walking around like he owned the place when he turned the corner and found himself getting slammed into a wall, something cold and sharp being held to his throat. He yelped pretty damn loudly, this wasn't some monster, it was some drunk asshole with a knife at his throat and people were worse then monsters, a lifetime of being bullied had taught him that. Christian was so unprepared for this that all he could do was flatten himself against the wall as best he could, looking up at the guy wide eyed and attempting to stutter a few words out. And then he heard her, oh he knew that voice.

Crap, talk about looking like a total noob in front of your girlfriend, right now the boy didn't know what hurt more, the back of his head after coming in contact with the wall, or his ego. He was actually leaning more towards ego right now, and he was about to try and do something when suddenly, the guy was gone, "Holy crap how did you do that?" Was the first thing to tumble out of his mouth in something of a high pitched yelp, "Where did he go?" Was the second, because curiosity took president over everything else, ".....I totally had that," He mumbled a moment later and wobbled towards her, ego utterly damaged as he basically collapsed on her in a bear of a hug, pulling her towards him, "Hi honey," Christian finished off his mumbles with a high, awkward laugh as he hugged her. She was his girlfriend, she had gone out of her way to kiss him and thats all he needed.

Listening to: Duces - The 69 Eyes
Word Count: 531
Tag: Muuuuuse honey
Notes:xDD

[Muse]

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Sometimes Muse wondered why she did the things she did. Like now. Why had she saved Christian again? Had she forgotten of his urge to cling to her and name her his girlfriend? Muse could not get it through his head that her kiss had been to shut him up in the first place. In a way she found him tolerable, but also utterly unbearable. It was a confusing feeling that Muse did not quite understand, and thus did not wish to deal with. She had a sort of flight reaction when it came to complicated or problematic things. This was both. She wondered if he was so desperate that he ignored her when she said she wasn't his girlfriend.

"I sent him somewhere. He'll be fine..." Her brows quirked up and she gave a sideways glance, "...maybe."

Muse had no choice but to wrap her arms around him to support his weight as he collapsed on her in an embrace. Though she was quite a strong girl she was only 5' 1" and to have a guy who was at least 10 inches taller practically fall on you...well...even someone Nephilistic had to brace themselves for it.

She rolled her eyes as he said he 'totally had it' ...yeah, totally had it...not. Muse hadn't seen anything from him yet that would qualify as him being able to defend himself against a fly. If he were to suddenly do something of the sort, then she'd be utterly surprised...and perhaps would admire him a little. A nerd has to know how to defend himself in these hard, hard times.

...Honey? Muse twitched at the thought. No...no, she was not a honey, or a sweetie, or a dear, or anything of that sort. She was not something to be given such a nickname. It was hypocritical of her to think, because Muse gave nicknames to people she met. She just didn't want them herself. "I am not a honey," Muse replied and squeezed out of the hug, "and you are lucky I came by and saved you. Again." How many times would she have to save him? Well, Muse didn't have to do anything. Next time she figured she'd just leave him there.

She gazed at Christian thoughtfully. Nope, nothing had changed. He was still attractive physically. Damn. Muse couldn't bring herself to believe he was a nerd. He was so not the stereotypical kind, and there were some, oddly, interesting things about him. Things she liked, but would never admit.

"What are you doing out here so late? Where's the herd?" Usually wherever he went the others followed. They were like a flock of sheep. It was almost disturbing...almost. "Are you hurt?" Finally, a bit of concern from the girl.

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[Christian Whitacre]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/chrisv.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #514b47; width: 500px; height: 565px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Bah I'm sure he'll be alright," Christian said with a wave of his hand, he really couldn't see the pixie of a woman in front of him sending some guy to his inevitable doom, even if that guy totally deserved it. Like seriously deserved to be eaten by a space alligator or some crap like that, but no, she was just to awesome to be all scary killer liked. Or so he hoped at the very least. Yeah he couldn't really see anything but the best in her, but hey they did always say that love was blind.....and rather stupid at times. He blinked at her, "Well how about sweetie....baby? Oh, my princess," Yeah that was a good one princess worked. She was the Princess Leia to his Hans Solo after all, no but really she was like a princess to him anyway, because it wasn't like he could land himself another girlfriend, lets face it he really didn't have much luck with love. He made a face though when she wiggled out of his hold, frowning a little and looking rather sadly sheepish as he did so, probably looking more like a puppy then anything else at the moment. "I d-d-do actually kn-know how to defend myself, ya know," Christian muttered rather quietly to himself, a flush on his cheeks as he played with the hem of his shirt, looking at the ground as he did so. It was distressing enough that it cause his stutter to rear its ugly head, making the flush on his cheeks even worse. No one ever believed him when he said he could defend himself, and Christian hated doubters, they always took the fun out of just about everything. The boy figured that he would just have to show her one day, just cut loose and show her his mad skillz, "But thanks for the help," he said even more quiet then before. He looked back up at her when she asked where the rest of the Ghostfacers were, "They're back at the motel, fighting about 'inner office relationships' again. They do it so often I kind of slip out every now and then," No one ever really noticed he was gone until he was coming back later with soda and chips from some late night convenience store, "I figured I would go to the club, maybe let loose and dance for a while," It was his favorite past time aside from actually working with the aforementioned group. Another blush on his cheeks and he laughed that awkward laugh of his, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm f-f-f-f-fiine, what are you doing around here?" Chris tried to cover up his awkward laugh with the question. Where: Alleyway in Kalamazoo, Michigan Music: Duces - The 69 Eyes Outfit: Jeans and an AC/DC shirt Notes: aww you hurt his feelings

[Muse]

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The names were...strange. Muse had never been fond of nicknames unless she had given it to said individual. She wasn't quite sure how to handle it in terms of explaining that no, she would not go by any of these ridiculous names. She didn't figure he'd listen anyways. Muse found he was a stubborn guy, or just preferred denial over everything. It made it so much worse that he didn't look so bad. Muse hated that she thought so.

"Princess?" She muttered. Her face grew disapproving momentarily before fading as she curiously studied his expression. He looked like a kicked puppy. It was amusing, actually, rather than sad. He had this adorable puppy-face that made her want to laugh and pinch his cheeks. "You're adorable when you look that way. Really."

At his claim that he could defend himself she rose her brows in surprise. Christian knew how to defend himself? It wasn't what she had just seen. She'd been saving his bum at least twice now. "Really now?" She didn't sound dubious as much as curious. Muse nudged him playfully, "then, you'll have to show me. How do you know how to defend yourself, Christian?" She wouldn't doubt the guy until he proved his words wrong. Muse knew from experience that those who looked weak could actually be quite strong. It was certainly pleasant if she didn't have to worry about him so much. Well, she didn't really worry about him anyways. Muse hardly knew him.

"I suppose you've finished dancing and are going home now?" Muse blinked and cocked her head to the side, "or, are you still going to walk around? Perhaps I'll join you. I've just been exploring the streets, is all." She was pretty bored. It was best to kill boredom with someone else, even if they were sort of...crazy. He was a good enough guy. Muse knew she didn't have to be cautious of him. He would never stab her in the back like many of her other aquaintances. It was...refreshing.

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[Christian Whitacre]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/chrisv.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #514b47; width: 500px; height: 565px; padding: 0px;, bTable] His shoulders sagged a bit further as he was told that he was adorable. Christian didn't so much want to be cute as he wanted to be hot, or mainly, or oh-so-sexy that women dropped to their knees when he walked by, like Johnny Depp or some one like him. But then it sank in to his sometimes ridiculously hard head that she had just called him adorable. Adorable. Not, 'weird little nerd boy' or 'Geek pants' actually adorable. Awesome, that meant he was making progress right? The elation he felt at the realization was probably more then a little over blown, but he had a tendency to blow small thing out of proportion every now and then anyway. "I haven't actually, I was on my way there when that drunk ju-ju-jumped me," It made him twitch a little and he had a blush of embarrassment on his face as he recalled the fact that she had just saved him from being mugged. He gulped straightening up and attempting to make himself look well, as badass as he possibly could, not that he really could, but damnit he tried, "H-h-how about you come to the club......with me that is?" Christian was talking rather quickly now, stumbling over his words and scratching the back of his head nervously. Taking a deep breath and trying very hard to keep from letting out that awkward laugh or just panicking and running away, something he had done once before, he added, "I can show you my moves...ahhh what I can really do, on the dance floor that is. I'm not trying to get fresh with you or anything, not that your not totally pretty enough to be hit on, but, oh god I'm just gonna stop talking now," He stammered to a quiet end trying very hard to keep from slapping himself in the forehead at his idiot rumblings. God why did he suck so much when it came to woman? He really wouldn't blame her if she said no. Where: Alleyway in Kalamazoo, Michigan Music: Duces - The 69 Eyes Outfit: Jeans and an AC/DC shirt Notes: he's trying xD

[Muse]

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A spark of interest lit up in her. He hadn't yet been to the club. Muse hadn't had so much fun here since she'd crash-landed into this peculiar situation. She figured this was a chance to get a jump start and see if humans here knew how to party. She smiled as Christian awkwardly explained his invitation only being a friendly one rather than an attempt at flirting. She wouldn't have minded either way. He was a funny guy. She'd learned this in the time she'd followed the Ghostfacers around on that wild goose chase. She found him humorous, and a bit adorable in an awkward way. The way he often stuttered over his words made her wonder if it was a genetic disorder or simply how he spoke. Muse was aware there was a disorder that caused involuntary stuttering.

"I understand what you meant, Christian," she replied. "If you're really a good dancer, then I want to see for myself." She winked playfully before curling his hand into hers and leading him from the alleyway. "Where is this club, hm?"

It was odd. She wouldn't have expected him to be one to go clubbing in the first place. Muse was curious as to what else Christian did that she was unaware of. When she'd first met him she'd just figured he was some nerd following a bunch of other nerds on random, dangerous adventures that made them wet their pants. There seemed to certainly be more than meets the eye, and Muse was determined to uncover it.

It's not that I like him or anything...I'm just nosy... She told herself and shook her head. There was no way she could become friends with this human, or more for that matter. He wanted to view her as a girlfriend, but she disagreed internally on this matter. It wasn't for her -- relationships. It's what Ramiel does...observes. I'm using others to observe new surroundings.

Muse glanced at Christian and held back from sighing. If he ended up wiggling his way into her mind, then she was sure she'd have to hurt him in some way to chase him off. It wasn't preferable, but the nephilistic girl wasn't the most preferable being in the world.

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