<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/SR5_Angel_Jean-Baptiste_aka_Bunny.jpg)</div>Pulling up in front of the red carpet, Lapin got out of her Mercedes to the flashes of cameras and... well, not quite the roar of the crowd.  Seemed the media was loving her but the crowd didn't really know whom she was.  Whatever, the less lay people knew of her the better, but the media... well, she wasn't terribly concerned about them, they knew to keep their mouths shut well enough while getting what they needed, and it meant 'advertising' for her which was good for her credstick!  She didn't give a wave though, just walked around as someone came to take her car off to park, while she went around to the passenger's side, acting the proper lady for a lovelier one...<br/><br/>"May I have your hand, ma petite fleur?" she asked as she offered her hand to Mirage, to help her out of the car...<br/><br/>Rave opened the door and sat her high heels down on the red carpet.  She looked up into Lapin's  eyes and accepted her hand with a gracious smile.  “Merci beaucaup, dear Lapin.”  For a moment, all the cameras could see was a delicate golden hand wrapped in a chocolate one, faintly back lit by a golden glow.  Then 'Mirage' rose out of the shadows and into the light, a warm smile on kissable red-gold lips.  She wrapped an arm around the taller girl's waist and added, “Flattery will get you everywhere, Madmoiselle.”<br/><br/>Mirage's eyes went wider and her cheeks took on a pleased flush when the speed of flashing cameras increased.  She caught sound of a reporter, “Coming onto the carpet is a local favorite, Mirage, the luminous fantasy from Club Steam. She never fails to get the party started with her signature act, dancing in a darkened cage, lit only by her own glow!”<br/><br/>Mirage's hair went turqoiuse with pleasure and surprise, and she waved to the crowd.  As they started down the carpet, she threw a wink to the camera of the reporter she heard identify her.<br/><br/>"Well now aren't you famous!" the African-born woman said with a laugh as her eyes scanned the crowd, her own name catching attention in the media circle...<br/><br/>"With Mirage is one Miss Jean-Baptiste whom was seen here earlier at the Eye of the Needle having lunch with the Director of Seattle-Ares' Research and Development Division.  Not much is know about her but she's been associated with a number of big names as of late most prominent of which is the Ares Director herself.  It's suspected that the woman is a skilled armorer from what little is known of her and with the way she is holding the the prominent dancer it may appear she works in the personal security field, and it could be that there knowledge was somehow utilized for the film..."<br/><br/>That made her chuckle; they sure knew how to spin a tale.  Free advertising and good advertising it was it would seem.  Good thing they knew how to spin it right and proper, and they technically weren't wrong; she'd done some private security work in her day, even here in Seattle, just ask the Director...<br/><br/>Mirage giggled and wrapped her arm around Lapin's waist, giving her a squeeze as they strode down the carpet together.<em>That will give them something to gossip about.</em><br/><br/>Abruptly, a security man went down and a human with a brown ponytail and goatee went over onto the carpet. She gasped and straightened up, blood going cold even as her power began to gather by reflex.  This was Michael Castro.  She'd given him a private dance a few months back.  He'd offered her twice her standard tip to get more intimate, but he gave her the creeps, so she turned him down.<br/><br/>Turned out he wasn't good at taking no for an answer.  The man had pinned her against the wall and fondled her with no small skill.  She hadn't been able to help a needy moan. She perked up her lips to offer him a kiss, and used it to deliver a Knockout spell.<br/><br/><em>He really is crazy!</em>Mirage slid back behind Lapin, hands raising defensively...<br/><br/>While Mirage was 'shocked' to say the least, Lapin merely looked on curiously, not so much as a raised hair at it.  Cool as a cucumber, several years of being in EOD doing her well.  As the man approached past security to the roar of the crowd... and the flashes of cameras seeking to capture the moment...<br/><br/>She stepped forward towards the ponytail-ed assailant, moving with trained practice in her step.  Grasp at the wrist, pulling him forward and off balance with shock in his eyes.  Other hand shooting forward, grasping his throat, securing a controlling hold, making him her bitch now.  Pull at the wrist, push at the throat, lovely gurgle from the assailant as his eyes bulged and his free hand tried to grasp for air while she lifted slightly with her legs, her torso swinging the man to the side as her legs put him in the air good and high...<br/><br/>...moments before he came to a sickening<em>crunch</em>head, neck, and shoulder first on the red carpet over concrete below, out like a light in what felt like a routine sparring match for the highly skilled ex-Legionnaire.  His body followed suit as she stood up, adjusting her suit and hidden lapels with a smile like a goddamn BOSS while the cameras and crowd caught the entire assault and defense-of-others on film and in mind's eye.  If that didn't get Mirage any more business nothing will...<br/><br/>"Well now ma petite fleur..." she said as the rest of the security caught up and 'subdued' the highly unconscious man (who might have been turning the red carpet just a bit more red) "I think I just received a 'ping' from a friend inside, someone I know, ahem, 'professionally'... shall we?"<br/><br/>To cement her idea, she pulled the woman in close - VERY close - and made sure to firmly grasp Mirage's shapely ass, and squeeze it firmly.  Media wanted a picture, they could have that one!<br/><br/>Rave gasped, hair shooting silver, but when Lapin so smoothly handled the stalker she grinned, then laughed, and turned into the black girl's arms.  She stretched up languidly, molding their boddies together, and pressed her lips into hers.<br/><br/>Her hair went black cherry red.<br/><br/>“At your leisure, my champion.” She locked their arms together once more and they disaperaed through the door, leaving behind cameras that flashed like strobe lights.<br/><br/>(OOC: 0 Hits on Fan IDAt 2013-09-18 08:29:28, Keelan (uid: 15533) rolls: 3d6 tn1: 5 Result: 0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50247))<br/>(3 Hits on Media IDAt 2013-09-18 08:28:51, Keelan (uid: 15533) rolls: 5d6 tn1: 5 Result: 3 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50246))<br/>(no hide or show)<br/>(MA Roll: At 2013-09-18 15:23:10, Keelan (uid: 15533) rolls: 12d6 tn1: 5 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50260))<br/><br/>(OOCMuse: 2 Hits on Fan ID, 2 Hits on Media ID, 1 Hit put on a Show)