Scott’s Wonderland Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated ✨After Hours✨
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Seven had seen an Instagram post from Scott's Wonderland. One of those cheesy ass Tiktok-esque videos that corporations were obsessed with doing. But they'd showed a video of one of the game booths, and the wall of prizes available. And Seven, ever a simple creature, had fallen in love. She'd seen what she wanted, and simply had to have it.

Did that mean she was going to spend a ridiculous amount of money on a ticket and an even more ridiculous amount of money on the rigged game to win the prize? Like Hell.

So, she snuck into the parking lot while people still populated the later hours. Then waited for the park to close, loitered around for even longer to track the pattern of the two security vehicles that milled about. She wasn't very worried. If she was caught, she could run faster than anyone could hope to catch her. And if she couldn't run, she could suggest her way out of it. And, if all else failed... well, she wasn't looking for a mess to clean up tonight.

Around to the back of the park she crept, keeping to the shadows, following the smell of day-old garbage to lead her to the dumpsters. There, an employees only entrance through a chain link fence. Naturally, it was locked, but it wasn't like there was barbed wire. She'd climbed plenty of fences.

Just... not many while wearing tights. Seven got as far as getting one leg over the chain link before she heard the tell-tale sound of the feeble material splitting.

"Shit." She cursed loudly, forgetting stealth. A little overconfident with her outfit planning.
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Hands stuffed in her pockets, she milled about the parking lot, following along the gate and ducking into shadows whenever the wheels of a patrol car sounded a little too close. She honestly wasn't sure why she was here, or what she would be doing, but her legs had sorta brought her here on their own and she had no better ideas so she was content in just allowing them to lead the way.

Had just made her way to the other side of the fence when a curse filled the otherwise quite park, brow quirking, and interested smile tugging at her lips, Devin's pace quickened as she made her closer. The smile would turn into an all-out grin as she discovered the source of the sound, a small woman perched atop the fence that she'd just hopped.

"Don't tell me you're scared to jump down." She called, mistaking the woman's plight.
#3
She'd thought the likelihood of some human security guard or janitor hearing her was slim. But someone with supernatural hearing? Likely. And of course, she was lucky.

Seven glanced down, spotting the vampire below. Well, well. Wasn't she something.

"Only waiting for my knight in shining armor." The flirt came easily through grinning teeth, disregarding the awkward fact that she was more or less stuck. Subtly, she twisted her leg, trying to tug free of the snag.
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"Well consider her arrived." She answered, holding her arms open like the holy hero that she was emulating. "Now are there any fearsome dragons or ogres I need to fight to get you down? Or will a hand be fine?"

A few steps closer towards the fence, but still keeping about a foot of distance in case the beauty decided she'd rather jump on her own.
#5
Lucky her.

Seven smirked at the smooth transition to a genuine offer of help. There wasn’t much she could do about the tights. They were a lost cause.

“A valiant hand.” Seven accepted, and leaned half way down to reach for the stranger. In the back of her mind, she acknowledged her disadvantage here. If this stranger turned out to have ill intentions - not an unlikely thing for a vampire to have- then she’d be vulnerable.

But how vulnerable could she be, when she could so easily send a vampire up in flames?

Seven erred on the side of trust, hoping she wouldn’t regret it. If a hand was offered, she’d take it, and use it to help leverage herself off the fence, ripping the back of her tights as far down as her knee in the process.
#6
No further hesitation as Devin closed the remaining distance between herself and the fence, hand raised to grab the other's offering a "Down we go," before the sound of ripping tights filled the air.

Uh-Oh.

Pulling the other down in front of her safely, Devin's free hand would move to help steady the woman by pressing against her side, politely retreating once she was sure the other wouldn't go falling.

"Oops."
#7
It went relatively smoothly, both of them creatures of natural dexterity, a gift from their vampirism. Like Death herself had left a mark on their bodies in the few moments they'd been in her embrace. Grace, strength, and agility. All of the tools they needed for killing.

Seven steadied, and smirked to herself at the forced proximity, but stepped away when the stranger did.

"Bad, hm?" She prompted, turning to show off the damage. She could take them off, but it would ruin the aesthetic of the outfit. Did the distressing of the material help or hinder it?
#8
Devin pursed her lips thoughtful as she bent at the waste and took in the full view of the rip.

"Sucks that they ripped," she mused before straightening up. "But I think I much prefer this new look." She finished, truly she thought it would be better to just take them off entirely, but that was just her wolfishly wanting to see them legs.

God something was wrong with her.
#9
Seven’s hand drifted to feel at the rip as the stranger inspected. Unsalvageable, but at least she was getting flirted with about it.

“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll leave them be.” Seven concluded, arms crossing as she turned around to fully inspect her new companion.

Tall, dark, and tatted. A flavor she liked but didn’t get to sample often.

“And here I thought I had an original idea. What brings you out past curfew?”
#10
Good question.

"Actually have zero plans tonight, just been a bit since I'd been this side of town." She answered, "what about you? Didn't look like fence hopping was an everyday sort of thing for you."
#11
Seven could respect getting up to mischief on a whim. But could also acknowledge that sometimes mischief could be defined by violence. You could never know a vampire’s intentions.

“I’m out to find a prize.” Seven said, considering the other vampire. Who was she, really? What made her tick? What could Seven get away with making her do? Each new person was a new toy to play with. Some were just more dangerous than others.
#12
Well color her intrigued, brows raising in interest, Devin's arms would cross along her chest.

"Well now you've got my interest." She grinned, "what's the prize, and mind letting me join in?" It wasn't like she had anything better to do tonight, and hanging with a pretty redhead was loads better than just walking around by herself for the rest of the night.
#13
Nosy, nosy. But Seven had wanted her to ask. Grinny toothily, she cocked her head, "Well, you'll have to earn it somehow."
#14
She already loved this chick.

"And how exactly would I do that?"

She had a feeling that her night was going to get a lot less boring.
#15
Well, that was a good damn question, wasn't it?

Seven hummed contemplatively, then cast her eyes out upon what she could see of the amusement park before them. There was plenty to do. As long as they got creative.

"Three challenges, best two out of three." She adlibbed as she stepped past the taller vampire and slunk out of the shadows of the employee area. What first? "First, a scavenger hunt." She decided, and turned on her heel to grin at the vampire.

"Sound agreeable?"
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Eyes tracking the vampire's movements as she awaited the grand reveal, Devin couldn't hold back the huff of laughter that escaped her lungs.

Of all the things that could have been said, Devin had not expected this one at all, nodding her head. "Damn right it does." She answered, feet shifting as her eyes moved to check out the bits of park that currently lay in sight.

"What are we searching for?" And how did she dominate this challenge.
#17
Well, wasn't she agreeable? Seven grinned, reveling in how eagerly this stranger was playing to her whims.

"Hmmm." Seven considered, tapping her chin as she racked her brain for things that could be relatively easy to find in the park.

"A hat. Any kind. First one to bring it to the bottom of the ferris wheel wins." A central location, and could reveal a new challenge along the way.

"Let's say... ten minutes?" To account for sneaking around.
#18
A hat seemed easy enough, she could recall as a kid that there had been displays littered around the park that held brightly colored hats with feathers and lights that flickered, but who even knew if that was still the trend of kids toys. Things changed too quickly for her to keep up with entirely, and amusement parks weren't really on the agenda when your were stuck to the night.

Not unless you were sneaking into one as she was doing now.

Still she felt confident that she could find something, regardless if it was in a booth or under some nearby rollercoaster.

"Deal." She answered, eyes already searching out for her next destination. "See you there then." And with that, she would be off to search, and hopefully get a few seconds of a head start.
#19
Speedy. Seven smirked after the vampire, hesitating only a moment. Chaos told her to scale the fence and leave the vampire, if only to cause a disruption. But what she had planned was much more entertaining. So she slunk off, headed in a different direction than her new play pal.

She’d thought it would be a little harder, honestly. But people that went to theme parks loved consumerism, so of course she found a gift stall not far from where they started.

The problem was that the carousel of hats that usually hung out on the promenade had been dragged back into the kiosk for the night. Behind a rolling metal gate.

The solution was that Seven was supernaturally strong. It only took a few sharp tugs on the gate for the padlock to snap. Then it was just a matter of lifting the gate and hoisting herself up and over the counter, to pluck a pink cowboy hat from the display tower.

Pleased with herself, Seven made the leap once more, and waltzed off in the direction of the ferris wheel. Wearing the hat, of course.

It was as she turned the corner around a large park map that she spotted the other vampire coming from the other way. They were more or less equidistant from the base of the wheel.

An all out race, then. Grinning, Seven tipped her hat in her competitor’s direction, and took off in a supernatural sprint toward the wheel.
#20
There had been a bit of back and forth between a kiosk and a rollercoaster, but given she would be relying totally on luck for the rollercoaster she opted for the kiosk instead.

Similar to Sevens problem, Devin would find her item tucked away into a restaurant for the night. Unlike Seven however, Devin relyed on her detonation rather than her strength.

A second of focus and she had the handle of the door falling off with a not so soft 'KRTHC'.

Ducking in, Devin would grab a lime green cowgirl hat with a feather rim before slapping it on her head and making her way off towards the ferris wheel.

It would be as she dipped around a corner that she would catch a glimpse of the redhead, her eyes widening as she realized just how close this whole thing would be.

Picking up speed, her eyes would focus on the prize, one hand keeping the hat in place as the other reached for the pole that signaled the start of the line for the wheel.

As her hand slapped against the metal, Devin would turn to find the other there as well but was not shy in declaring herself the winner in a terrible texas accent.

"That's a win for me, little lady."
#21
Impossible to keep track of her opponent as she ran, with the distance blurring by as she ran. In a matter of seconds, though, they were both staggering to a halt. Seven even had to draw up short as to not collide with her, and stuck her hand out to tap the pole just below.

Still, the cheater wanted to declare a loss for Seven!

Scoffing, Seven flicked the rim of her hat to straighten it on her head, and declared, "A draw. We'll have to duel." She didn't even try the accent, knowing her German tongue would not allow for it.
#22
Should have seen it coming, no Vampire she'd met so far played fair, only made sense that this one wouldn't either.

She'd totally beat her by at least seven seconds.

But fine, she'd bite. "Don't cry when you lose again." Was all she'd offer as she waited for the other to clarify on the duel.
#23
Honestly, she'd been expecting her to call bullshit and refuse. But she was playing along splendidly. How far could she push her? What else could she convince her to with her charm alone?

Time to find out.

"Another race. To the top of the wheel."
#24
To. The. Top.

Devin's gaze would travel upwards, blinking as the request settled into her skull.

It was dangerous, even for a Vampire, and from the feel of it this Vampire didn't have the weird animal powers that others she'd met had so far to help her up...

But Kaida could fly...

Could she???

Didn't fucking matter, Devin was no bitch and even if she could fly, Devin would just grab her ankles and make her way up too.

"Alright, she scoffed. "But keep in mind this shits a lot higher than the fence you couldn't hop."
#25
Alright!?

An incredulous laugh burst from her chest as she took a step back, grinning up at the vampire whom she was coming to understand must be actually insane.

"Really? Are you that sure you'd make it to the top?"
#26
Honestly, no.

But she wasn't gonna admit that shit allowed.

"You mean you suggested this duel with such little confidence?" Devin returned with a laugh, "if you're too scared we can just declare me winner now."
#27
Oh, now that her bluff was being called, she was trying to goad Seven into committing to it. Tricky, but she had a sense of self preservation.

"I just wanted to see how many things I could get you to do." She admitted sweetly. "You were being such a good little puppy, following all my rules." Saccharine and sly, she tilted her head and batted her eyes. Don't be mad, look how innocent she was!
#28
If it had been anyone other than a smoking hot redhead in front of her, Devin might have found herself pissed at the implication that she was a dog of any sort.

Kaidas bitch mom instantly coming to mind, but quickly getting drowned out by the sweetest fucking face.

Fuuuuuck.

"I much prefer being your knight in shining armor," she lamented, taking a step closer as she bent to look the girl more in the eye. "But keep looking at me like that and I'll gladly be your dog, babe." Said with a smirk and a wink.
#29
Seven grinned at the thrill that whipped up her spine. She'd expected offense, maybe even to lose her plaything, but so compliant was this vampire that she was all but rolling over and asking for belly rubs.

"For that, I think I'll let you have this win." Tempted to reach up and pat her head, but even Seven knew that would be pushing it. Still, she wiggled her fingers, toying with the imaginary strings of this vampire's will. "We'll skip the tiebreaker, I'd prefer we both keep our bones intact tonight."

Really, she'd had enough climbing. "One win for you. What shall the next challenge be?"
#30
Bottom lip jutting out in thought, Devin's squinted gaze would survey the surrounding area waiting for some sort of idea to pop into her head. Typically this wouldn't work, but given she was in a motherfucking amusement part, several slapped.

Several in the form of carnival games.

"This way," she'd answer, walking back towards where the stands lined up one after the other.

Games of strength would be too easy for vampires, and games requiring electricity were obviously a no go so that left her options a little more limited... Didn't matter though because she knew the exact game she'd be choosing tonight. Leading the redhead further down the line, Devin would stop before a multitude of bottles.

Fucking ringtoss, most absolutely sucked at it, but Devin had been a champ back in the day.

Waaaay back.

"First to get five wins." She grinned, sure that her skills were still up to par.
#31
This place would, admittedly, be much more amusing if the power was on. But that would draw a little too much attention. She was under no delusion that they wouldn't eventually be discovered. But why cut their fun short by lighting up a spotlight on their location?

Her new puppy found a good enough game, anyway. Seven smirked at the easy rules set before her, and leaned over the counter to search for the bucket of rings. Spotting it, she hoisted it up, and placed it between them.

"Okay, on your signal." She prepared the first ring in her hand, eyeing the set of bottles before her. Easy. She'd played so many video games like this.
#32
She was down, and Devin couldn’t help but pity the redhead because she was damn good at this game, and it was hella embarrassing to suggest competing and lose immediately the way she was about to.

Though lowkey Devin had sorta forgot what they were even competing for… Didn’t really matter when Devin’s whole intention tonight was to cure her boredom.

”You go to a lot of these places as a kid?” She’d ask as she tossed her first ring towards the bottles.

And of course it slid right into place. God she was good.
#33
Oh, lovely! Small talk. Seven tsked at the question.

“I wouldn’t know.” The truth, even feigned as nonchalance. She tossed the ring, and it made a satisfying little sound as it rung around the bottle she aimed for.

“Maybe. But probably, no. It was Berlin, in the forties. You can use your imagination.” She didn’t remember her parents or her childhood beyond blurred, colorless snippets of memory. Things she’d reclaimed through the gaps in Monika’s suggestions. But she could never be sure that what she recalled was even the truth.


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#34
Actually she couldn't.

How the hell was she supposed to know what some place called Berlin was like back during a time that she wasn't even born? Maybe she appeared wiser and older than she thought?

Still, she couldn't let this chick know that she totally didn't get it. Ignorance was unattractive, and Devin was about the unattractive life.

"Oh damn, yeah." She'd nod, the way the girl spoke telling her that things might've not been so good???

"I'm surprised though, I thought you'd be a bit closer to my age." Most of the old as dirt vampires acted a lot different.


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#35
No remarks, but it wasn't exactly the thing people liked to talk about in casual conversation. Keeping the focus on Seven was the best move she could make.

"I'm the hottest eighty two year old alive." Seven tossed her hair. Then tossed her ring, and missed.


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#36
"Definitely won't argue against that." Devin chuckled, head shaking in both bewilderment and mirth.

It was doubtful that she would ever get used to they varying ages of the vampires she met.

"So what brough this eighty two year old to Colorado?" She'd question as she lobbed another ring.

Another miss.


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#37
Smooth. Seven eyed the girl beside her with a little more of a critical eye. Looked young, and acted it, too. Absolutely covered in tattoos, which typically wasn't Seven's type, but physical attributes hardly mattered if the personality made up for it. For every vampire Seven met, she categorized them into different types of interactions she could have with them. It was easy to tell. Vampires, for all their pretentiousness, were dreadfully blunt. So far, she'd sorted this one into the "play" category.

But that could easily turn into something else. Maybe.

"We're killing this." She noted of their consecutive failed attempts, stalling as she thought of a good answer. There wasn't one.

"I'm in a real... uprooted era. I came and went and then came back. Can't decide if I love it or hate it here." Klaus was here. Somewhere. Maybe not anymore. But she hadn't decided if that was an appeal or a repellent.
#38
What era was she in now? Her live like a normal person that's actually a vampire, but no longer in drug trade era?

Didn't really roll off the tongue well... She'd settle with living life era. Unlife?

Forget it.

"I feel ya, Colorado kinda has that effect on people." She answered, "but I think the quiet is good every now and then, and if you ever want things to get loud. Well, you can always make your own noise."

Another throw, but this time the ring would land successfully.

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#39
It was a damn good answer.

She snorted at the well timed ding of the ring, and focused on making her own chime right after it.

"What kinda noises do you like to make, baby?" Wink. Seven could make them with her.


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#40
What kind of noise indeed. Most of the time she was just basking in all the noise that Kaida made, following behind in the uproar that she seemed to cause in every place that she went.

It’d been quiet lately though even with Kaida around.

”All types,” she answered lamely, but would follow up with. ”Not too long ago though, I did get one of those shifters to freak out in a bar.”

A throw of the ring as she added, ”it was fucking hilarious.”


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#41
She'd been trying to goad her into flirtatiousness, but maybe she was just trying to be coy. It didn't suit her. But Seven took the bait of a tangent anyway.

"God, as if that's hard. They're all so ready to turn into mindless beasts." What she would give to find the one that had attacked her. "One almost took my eye out."

Another missed throw. Neither of them would win at this rate.


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#42
Devin's brows would raise in response, ring leaving her fingers as she turned to get a better look at the redhead.

"No way dude, really?' Said as she was already squinting in on the girls eye, noting that one did look a bit different than the other. "How the fuck did that happen?"


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#43
Seven was glad she asked. Without missing a beat, she flipped her hair and sighed, “Oh, I tired to burn her alive.”

Pling!

“She deserved it. She destroyed my car.”


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#44
It was lowkey how sexy how nonchalant she was about it all, especially when fire was like one of their top killers.

"You got balls." Devin would grin in response, "I'm pretty surprised your first instinct was fire, I've been avoiding that shit since I've been turned." She didn't even smoke anymore because of it, and that said a lot.

A throw of the ring, and she missed again. :)


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#45
Seven preened at the praise, luxuriating in the admiration. Yes, yes, stroke her velvety soft ego, please.

A simpering smile slinked across her lips, and Seven half turned toward her new plaything. One hip resting against the counter of the game, she extended a languid hand out to the side, toward the space behind them.

"I've tamed it." She declared, and with a wave of her fingers, summoned Kerze from the ether. Out of the air itself, a ball of flame erupted, floating about a foot in the air. But after the first glare of brightness, limbs and a tail unfurled and defined themselves. Flickering petals of flame crackled over one another, shaping the furlike pattern of a cat's wispy hair. A head defined itself, lifting up to peer in it's master's direction.
#46
As cool as this power was, there was an instinctive fear that pulled at her gut as the first sparks of fire appeared, eyes pulling gold as her jaw clenched and her body took three wide steps backwards.

She knew it made her looked like a coward, made her whole badass act look like a farce, and made her look like she'd run at the slightest sign of trouble. But there was no stopping her instinct to live, no stopping her natural fear of fire now that it could completely ash her with the smallest of embers.

Her eyes would never leave the cat as it appeared, swallowing once, twice before finally pulling enough saliva into her mouth to speak. "As cool as this is." She said slowly, feeling that familiar darkness at the edges of her conscious. "I think it would be best to put them away now."

Cuz if not, she was definitely going to bloodlust whether she liked it or not.
#47
The cat crackled, motionless and disembodied, only swirling flame. But even that was enough to frighten her companion into nearly fleeing. The tension tightened the air that smelled subtly of ozone. Seven grinned. Power was an addictive thing. It didn't matter if she liked this chick, she had to get her hit of feeling lethal.

Still, she didn't want this to turn into a bad night. If they were going to get loud and start biting each other, she wanted it to be in another way than a fight.

The cat disappeared in a wisp of smoke, leaving them in relative darkness once more. "No need to worry." She reassured, and turned back to their game.

"I like you. What's your name?"

Ting!


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#48
Devin would visibly relax as the fire cat disappeared, a sharp intake of breath as her head fell back briefly.

"Damn girl, your lethal." Much easier to go back into her usual mood now that there wasn't an immediate threat of fire. "Remind me not to get on your bad side."

Which she thankfully wasn't on now given the red heads compliment.

"Devin, what's yours fire child?"

Another ting followed.

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#49
It was as good as foreplay, these affirmations. Her ego blazed on within her.

Devin. She laughed, less at the nickname, and more at how it rhymed with hers. Well, at least the name she used for people that weren't meals.

"Seven." She answered, winked, and then missed another ring. Well. She couldn't be perfect, could she?

"Don't worry. You're on my good side. Its a very good place to be."
#50
Seven was an interesting name, had to be like a nickname or something right? If she was closer to her age, Devin might have believed that it was real especially given that kids were named like River and Mute. It wouldn't be totally out of the realm of possibility.

She was older though, much older and she was pretty sure common names back then were like Mary Sue and Beth.

"Glad to hear it." She grinned for the confirmation. 'Your name mean something?" Daring to just go with her assumption, but hell she didn't mind being corrected.


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