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Superwoman	Demaris Duval had a particular look to her- enough of a look that she was able to breeze through the door at this particular party and not a single person questioned her entry. She wears simple clothing that on her tall form looks elegant. A crop-toped tee-shirt, a pair of skinny jeans. A pair of sneakers. It wasn't haut couture, but it might as well be when its worn by a woman of her height and poise.     The party itself is the wealthy and well-to-do. The newcomer among them doesn't look at all out of place. She stands now, a glass of red wine in one hand as she stares out over the crowd with a look of total disinterest.
Miranda Madsen	The party has it's own pianist hired to play background music on a Steinway off in a corner. A number of waiters mingle with the crowd with trays of hors d'oeuvres and glasses of wine. Pockets of the well to do chat and chuckle over some measure of profit margin or recent purchase of an obscenely large.. whatever. Yet for all of that a woman moves through the crowd with a presence and grace that implies it is all beneath her. "Miranda, dahling! You made it!" The golden haired woman pauses as she is addressed by a gem encrusted socialite and smiles genially. For the faux delight, it is spot on.     "Erica, you look positively brilliant tonight. However did you manage it all." Kiss kiss. "Do excuse me, I was just on my way to powder my nose." She wasn't quite dressed for an after party but never the less she was radiant. No jewelry adorned her but that didn't seem to bother the youthful woman. As she parted from that pocket, she floated past a waiter and snatched a glass of wine from his tray as if the whole thing were choreographed. That's when she came to stand beside Faora. Her own figure managed 5'10" in her heels so there's a natural tilt to her neck as she looked at the casually dressed woman. "Be careful. They bite." Miranda offered to the taller woman with a bit of cheek before looking back out to the throng and sipping her drink.
Superwoman	"It matters little if they bite or don't bite." Faora replies quietly. "All that matters is how hard I bite back." The woman's words are in English, but her accent is vaguely European. Its difficult to place, really, few would ever suspect that her lips were not formed by any Earthly language. "You don't much care for Erica. A nicety, I assume? Social lubrication, perhaps?" Faora looks over to Miranda quietly, her face is totally flat- resting bitch face like no other.     "You also move with a certain grace. A grace I'm not familiar seeing in most other women." Faora's eyes fall fully onto Miranda. Curious. "I am Damaris Duval. A pleasure."
Miranda Madsen	Miranda allows a faint smile of amusement to come to her lips. "Erica is a delightful enough person in her own right I suppose. You have to remember, everyone in this room is both predator and prey. You're looking at cannibals. Show the sleightest sign of weakness and you're devoured." Again, she sips her wine. Her words seem to suggest that she thinks herself immune to this particular battle. Her own accent is not New Yorker. Perhaps, Canadian? Or certainly points north. She takes a moment and sizes up Faora. "I suppose I should say thank you but you'll understand if I'm used to getting compliments from strangers. Sincerity is proven over time." She tenders a pragmatic shrug then raises her glass. "Miranda Madsen."     Her focus returns to the crowd then. "So which one are you with? Bradley is a likely candidate. He tries to shake things up by bringing in a new face every week." There's a beat. "No.. he'd be too scared to invite you. Scott? No.. he likes his women.. ooh now Andrew.. you naughty man.." She glances to Faora again. "But then I'm not supposed to know that." She taps her lips thoughtfully as she considers Faora. "Oh alright. I'll bite. Surprise me."
Superwoman	Faora looks quietly to Miranda as she speaks, her face still flat. Its a practiced sort of lack of emotion. The kind of thing you might see in a black-ops military commando. A hint of danger in those blue eyes, despite their lack of obvious emotion. "Cannibals? I assume you mean socially, or at least not in the truest sense." she continues as she looks over the others. "It wasn't a compliment. It was an observation." she then corrects Miranda.     "As for why I am here? I am here because I wish to be here. I saw there was something going on, so I walked in. I am not, as it were, invited. And really, I would break those men in half." Faora says with a quiet chuckle. "They aren't what I'd call my preferred prey." The tall, dark-haired woman offers with a barely there smile.
Miranda Madsen	Miranda blinks. Looks askance of Faora. "Yes. I do mean socially. Or financially. It's all the same to them. I can count on one hand the number of people in this room with empathy beyond family or their bank account." She takes another moment to look Faora over again, this time more critically. She even seems to be.. smelling? at the air. Trying to place her perfume maybe? Or lack thereof. Still, in the interest of propriety, she looks back to the crowd and sips her drink again.     "That's fairly brazen of you." Miranda quips negligently. It's not her party so she could care less. "Still. Every now and then one of them shows some sign of humanity so.. let's try to be gentle with them shall we?" There's a bit of a smirk as she answers Faora's chuckle with a brief and dry laugh. "So what would you call preferred then?"
Superwoman	"In terms of those I'd like to go to parties with?" Faora wonders, "If I was going to a party, with a companion, one assumes we'd be in some kind of relationship. And well.. " she just smiles mysteriously over to Miranda to finish that particular statement. "As for humanity, well. Not everyone can think outside of themselves. Its very, very easy to get lost within your own world view and not see the bigger picture. Not see the people you're going to hurt. Too easy, really." That is a tone of knowledge there, a sense she knows *exactly* what it means.     "As for my brazen nature." Faora smiles again, hiding it all in a sip of wine. "I go where I want, unless I'm asked to leave. No one stopped me coming in, so I am defacto invited, wouldn't you agree?"
Miranda Madsen	After a moment of consideration, Miranda offers, "I would argue that no one can ever truly think beyond themselves. You are, after all, always yourself." She considers her wine glass a moment. It's empty save for a little at the stem that she swirls around a little. "The trick is in giving it a try. Even if you fail, you'll have tried a different perspective. I suppose that's why I'm even here." She offers a little sigh at the world then looks to Faora.     "You're a fascinating woman, Miss Duval. I can't say that I wholly disagree with you. Considering the trials that men have placed upon women on this planet over the years, I'm not even the least bit going to fuss with you." In fact, she toasts Faora with the last of her wine. Sip. Tiny dribble. Hmm. Ah well. She places it on a nearby planter for someone to get. "So if you go where you want, why New York?"
Superwoman	"Its not a question of trials. Its just a question of who you are." Faora replies quietly, looking forward towards the group beyond them- the human beings the two non-humans now look at. "You've run out of wine." she notes to Miranda, "Would you like some more?" she asks, as the wait-staff do their walking around thing.     "You, too, are an interesting woman Ms. Madsen." she offers softly, with a quiet smile. " You're not much like the others in this room. And I speak from experience. You can learn to think of others. Its an important thing to do."
Miranda Madsen	Miranda gives a little shake of her head. "No, thank you. I drink mostly because it's the thing to do. Everyone seems to think something is wrong if you don't have a drink in your hand." A beat. "It makes me wonder if being partly inebriated is a defense mechanism. Or a cover. If you say something offensive, you can always blame the wine later." She gives a dry snort as if to say she considers it a silly game of fragile egos.     "It took some time, I assure you." Miranda admits as she looks beyond the people to the glass and the night sky beyond. "Even then I'm not sure I'm that good at it. Some call me a cool bitch. Blame the money. Money is a fool's game, Miss Duval. I'd give up my fortune for.. well.. a dream anyway." She takes a deep breath and exhales before looking back to Faora. "But you didn't answer my question."
Superwoman	"I see." Faora replies slowly, a quiet thing as she takes another sip of the wine. "I'd rather just say something offensive because I mean to offend." she notes plainly, "As for money- I don't have any, so, I don't have anything to worry about there." she mentions with a quiet chuckle.     "As for why New York? Why not?" Faora wonders then quietly, "Its not unlike Metropolis, but... slightly dirtier." she notes quietly. "It has a wide varieties of cultures and people. For now, it suits me." she explains, "Anyways, its one of the most excellent places for food. I rather enjoy a good meal." she notes, "Speaking of which- are you hungry?" she asks of Miranda, "I know a pizza place around the corner."
Miranda Madsen	Miranda looks askance of Faora again. "No money?" She cannot help but laugh then. It is a bright and amused laugh that draws the eye of a few people around who aren't used to an actual sincere laugh. "I suppose that means I'm buying." There's a shake of her head but she seem entirely game. "Fine fine. Follow me. I'm a sucker for hard luck cases and you've managed to intrigue me." She gives a last glance to the partygoers. "It's not as if I'll miss the caviar. It's canned anyway." With a gesture to the door for Faora to join her, Miranda heads for the door out.
Superwoman	Towards the door the pair go, Faora walking with Miranda. Out the door and towards the Pizza place she knows of just around the corner. She guides Miranda with long, and languid steps. Faora moves like a hunting cat, someone who's body is in perfect control. "Would you rather lead me, or I lead you then, Miranda?" she asks of her new companion.