Interview, Part 1
"There's a certain mystique to the presence of tonight's guest. Unlike her competitors, her poise has remained quite statuesque. She's a woman crafted for the stage, meticulously made for the silver screen, and she's here to talk to yours' truly. Please welcome, Clarice Michelle Pierce!"
"The Mistress of Mayhem!"Roaring chants bellowed out and crashed against the eardrums of Miss Pierce. Their unwelcome gestures were met with indifference as the unfettered guest adjusted her suit jacket. A veteran of the spotlight, Miss Pierce didn't allow herself to partake in the madness at play. At least...not entirely.
She's never been one to put her emotions on display, but never quite the one to let disrespect overstay its welcome. And as much as she's found herself wanting to set this place on fire, the ability to do so feels almost impossible. However, this doesn't prevent Miss Pierce from looking at her captor and imagining his death with the most convincing smile on her face.
"I'm so happy to be here and share this moment with each and every one of you!" Miss Pierce waved to the crowd like a proven media darling before returning her attention to the alien madman whom stripped her from the magnificent views of Nation X.
"Now, now, now. Miss Pierce, we're all well aware of your stage presence. You're a beautiful woman. Isn't she a beautiful woman!?" Part of the crowd cheered in solidarity whilst the other half jeered. Each and every one of them vying for the chance to show their handmade posters of their favorite female competitors in front of the live streaming cameras.
"What we really want to know and I don't mean this offensively," He paused for this melodramatic sense of suspense not uncommon for an episode of Ru Paul's Drag Race before continuing.
"Is there substance to your style???"
The Battle Begins...
As much as she prefers the concept of escaping the confounds of captivity, Miss Pierce's thoughts have yet to come to an understanding that escape is plausible from the Executive's game. So much so, that when she materializes onto this foreign world, the mere idea of putting on a show excites her fully. In fact, the violet eyed vixen blows a kiss into the air, knowing full well that her initial actions will entice the viewers at home.
Afterwards, she slowly unties a meticulously sewn blue robe from her waist and strips it off from her chest like a scene from Baywatch. Underneath it she's wearing attire similar to earthbound summer wear. A simple crop top and denim short with the addition of insulated boots. Not to mention her finely teased hair and a choker around her neck.
"Let's see what we're working with here." Miss Pierce ties her hair up into a ponytail before bending over and hovering her hands above the scorching soil below.
"Interesting," she murmurs to herself before returning to an upright position, her signature smirk a sign of ideas upon as ideas sparking inside her head. The revelation of dark energies existing on this planet plays into her very special tether to reality itself. Although she may have her limitations, Miss Pierce can practically call herself a God on any given day. However, the thought of exerting herself so early in the game is the by far the last thing she wants to trouble herself with. Instead she intends to rely on her more capable abilities.
First and foremost, telepathy. Clarice Michelle presses her fingertips against her temples and focuses on the world around her. She opens her mind and explores the ravenous lands with the intention of finding Ziccarra Liafador. All the woman has to do is think a thought and she will be found. If, however, she has some sort of telepathic defense then the power to deflect Miss Pierce would cause a ripple that will give away her perimeter rather than her exact location.
If she manages to create a connection, even if momentary, Clarice will try and create a slight opening in her opponent's mind in hopes of tapping into it later on. Yet, if this doesn't happen and she's blocked the lovely lady will have to regroup at her station.
Regardless, Clarice will have some sense of her competition's location and will teleport just enough feet away so that she can be seen and not touched. At least that's what she hopes. Well aware of the danger that this puts her in, Clarice clasps her hands together and utilizes her telekinesis to create a cubical around her person. Protecting herself against the brutish tendencies of her opponent will be necessary if she intends to survive.
"I don't think we've officially met! My name's Clarice Michelle and you're the first person I've wanted to fight. I think you should feel honored." Miss Pierce calls out to her opponent.
It's uncharacteristic of her to act like the stereotypical mean girl, but something about the planet encourages her to access this untapped mine of aggression. It should be kept in mind that if she managed to tie a string around the Liafador's conscious mind earlier on then she would be able to utilize her own precognition to have some sense of how she will react, but not in absolutes. If not, however, the following events will still transpire. The only difference being the effects it'll have on Miss Pierce's long term goal.
Until that matter is determined, if Miss Pierce mental link senses passiveness in terms of Ziccarra responding to her utterances or standing her ground then she will take it upon herself to take the offensive approach and push her cubical fortress forward like a battering ram at the lethal Liafador. This is meant to test her defense.
On the other hand, if Miss Pierce senses aggression in terms of Ziccarra responding to her utterances without hesitation by attacking head on then she will add extra layers of telekinetic shielding to prevent herself from being touched. This is meant to test her offense.
Nevertheless, despite the outcomes and various possibilities....Miss Pierce's mental and physical attacks are all meant to study Ziccarra. So, after dealing with whatever rebuttal she throws her way, the violet eyed vixen will try and teleport away so long as her challenger doesn't surprise her. Why, because distance will afford her the opportunity to strategize after ascertaining the Liafador's abilities. Which in turn will ensure the brash broad's victory.
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