[ With Hock's attention diverted towards Peter, Kasumi slips the retracted knife that Star-Lord had given her into her palm, but she stays her hand, now resting her arms on the chair where one's arms would typically be restrained. She's biding her time and hoping to strike at the most opportune moment--
But the exchange between the two men actually catches her interest, by virtue of Hock being a total asshole, outing Star-Lord's identity as leverage. She wonders, at that moment, if the blackmail might be enough to convince Peter Quill that yep, this guy has got to go, and she spares him a quick glance just as Hock turns his attention back to her. ]
I wouldn't disrespect him like that, if I were you. I wouldn't be here if not for him, after all. So are you done being rude?
[ Hock laughs, again, tossing his blade up into the air and catching it by the hilt as he does so. ] No, my dear Miss Goto, I am just beginning.
[ He reaches over with the blade in his hand, holding the very tip of it beneath Kasumi's chin and using it to tilt her head up. ]
Would you like to die just as your Mr. Okuda did? That would be so beautifully poetic, after all.
[ It wouldn't be too terribly difficult to get the jump on Hock, now, with him in close quarters, but she's preoccupied by the anger she feels when he continues to talk about Keiji like he was some piece of game to him, and although that's exactly the rise he wants to get out of her, she turns it into a way to gain the upper hand. If this were another time, perhaps when the wound from losing Keiji was still fresh, open and gaping, Kasumi might have lost her own life by letting Hock really get to her. But not this time. ]
Your little show isn't going to get you anywhere, Hock. My graybox will be empty by the time you so much as dig that blade into my skin--
[ Hock isn't an incredibly patient man. When things don't go his way, when someone doesn't play right into his hands, he gets angry. When he gets angry, he yells, just as he does now, and as tempted as he is to slit her throat then and there, he truly believes her when she says she'd wipe her graybox. And if she did that, they would never be able to crack Okuda's. So he'll have to find another way to break her, which is why he uses the blade to catch the edge of her hood, hastily pushing it back, forcibly revealing Kasumi's face as his laugh takes on a more maniacal tone. ]
You bitch, I am going to enjoy carving your skull open--
[ He doesn't get another word out, because unhooding her? The last fucking straw. No more games, Hock. She coolly uncrosses her legs, raising one and kicking at Hock's arms in a fluid motion, her flexibility doing her some serious favors in this position, and he drops his blade. By the time he's processed what just happened, Kasumi's already cloaking. ]
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But the exchange between the two men actually catches her interest, by virtue of Hock being a total asshole, outing Star-Lord's identity as leverage. She wonders, at that moment, if the blackmail might be enough to convince Peter Quill that yep, this guy has got to go, and she spares him a quick glance just as Hock turns his attention back to her. ]
I wouldn't disrespect him like that, if I were you. I wouldn't be here if not for him, after all. So are you done being rude?
[ Hock laughs, again, tossing his blade up into the air and catching it by the hilt as he does so. ] No, my dear Miss Goto, I am just beginning.
[ He reaches over with the blade in his hand, holding the very tip of it beneath Kasumi's chin and using it to tilt her head up. ]
Would you like to die just as your Mr. Okuda did? That would be so beautifully poetic, after all.
[ It wouldn't be too terribly difficult to get the jump on Hock, now, with him in close quarters, but she's preoccupied by the anger she feels when he continues to talk about Keiji like he was some piece of game to him, and although that's exactly the rise he wants to get out of her, she turns it into a way to gain the upper hand. If this were another time, perhaps when the wound from losing Keiji was still fresh, open and gaping, Kasumi might have lost her own life by letting Hock really get to her. But not this time. ]
Your little show isn't going to get you anywhere, Hock. My graybox will be empty by the time you so much as dig that blade into my skin--
[ Hock isn't an incredibly patient man. When things don't go his way, when someone doesn't play right into his hands, he gets angry. When he gets angry, he yells, just as he does now, and as tempted as he is to slit her throat then and there, he truly believes her when she says she'd wipe her graybox. And if she did that, they would never be able to crack Okuda's. So he'll have to find another way to break her, which is why he uses the blade to catch the edge of her hood, hastily pushing it back, forcibly revealing Kasumi's face as his laugh takes on a more maniacal tone. ]
You bitch, I am going to enjoy carving your skull open--
[ He doesn't get another word out, because unhooding her? The last fucking straw. No more games, Hock. She coolly uncrosses her legs, raising one and kicking at Hock's arms in a fluid motion, her flexibility doing her some serious favors in this position, and he drops his blade. By the time he's processed what just happened, Kasumi's already cloaking. ]