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“Do you wish for it to be angry when it comes out?” was all he said to Emma, stepping away from the pathetic shell which would burn away to reveal the glorious creature inside. He wasn’t needed now. That was his work now done. 

He could enjoy the view all he wanted. He wondered what it would be like. A malevolent spirit? A kindred god? Maybe a fascist dictator hell bent on destroying the world. Whatever it was, he couldn’t contain himself. He had trained himself a bit in knowledge of the creature. Thank Christ for the danger room or he would be going in blinder than the man he made cut his eyes off. Damn fucker didn’t give him his suit. 

The dance was word of mouth, and hearsay. From what he heard the entire room was engulfed in fire, at the center the myth herself. It filled him with inspiration. One day he would be an agent of chaos almost as good as her. Or he would die trying. Who knew, who cared. 

How could he care with something this big about to happen 

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Power of Persuasion: Kilgrave, Emma, Jean

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Perfection. He would like to make this as perfect as possible. It was rude to not treat guests well. “Sit down, Miss Grey.”And on cue, she does. He was never the patient type. “Don’t even think about using your powers.” Another command. He knows it’ll work. It always does. 

“Stat perfectly still. Don’t even say a word unless a question is asked to you.” 

And just like that, she’s a statue. This was always his favorite part with Jess. He would have had fun if he wasn’t desperately trying to make it perfect. Everyone of her hairs tucked behind her ears, and a nice smile molded onto her face. He had missed this. He had missed toying with the helpless. Though son she wouldn’t be so helpless. 

“Tell me, Jean. How do you contain Phoenix? What stops it from coming out at almost every moment? Because we need you to make that stop. As in, right now.”

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Power of Persuasion: Kilgrave, Emma, Jean

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A dark grin played on Kilgrave’s lips. He hadn’t gotten a good  challenge in years. What Emma had propositioned him, oh it made him so giddy he could explode. It was as if Father had let him have his first glass of  have the good whiskey for the first time in his life.  

“Not my fault your office is so far away.” He lamely responded, sitting in front of her desk. The plan had to be flawless, absolutely perfect. Only problem with it was that there was a variable. The thing, he had never seen it in action. He heard stories of it’s powers, but storied lose authenticity over a time. First realistic, then the over exaggerations happen, and finally you end up with legends and myths. He needed to know more, about this power. But what better way to learn if not by first hand experience? 

“So, where is the lovely Miss Grey? We have much to talk about.” 

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Power of Persuasion: Kilgrave, Emma, Jean

Emma wasn’t happy to be forced into this. If she had it her way, Jean wouldn’t be involved, and Kilgrave would stay far away from anyone one of them but there they were. It was only a matter of time until something happened, and she understood it. She just hoped they understood she wasn’t going to let them compromise any of this. Any one person stood in her way she’d take them down. At whatever the cost.

As she laid her files out on her desk, Emma watched the door. She’d invited them to her office. To discuss as she’d said the progress of their “rehabilition. It was as he most private place she could get at the moment. To say she was uneasy was the understatement of the year. She’d even downed the last half of her brandy waiting. What was about to happen would effect them all but there was no turning back.

When the door opened, Emma sighed. “About time.”

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[To: Bonet]: Do you take me for a fool. This is not a game, Jessica. This toying with my emotions will have so many untold reprecutions you will go mad from it. 

[To: Bonet]: 87. 87 dead bodies will do.

I dare you to text Kilgrave, telling him you love him.

Jessica Jones [Murdercorpse]: I still love you. I’ve been lying to myself. Everything i’ve done up until this point has been a mistake. I belong with you. I love you. Jessica stared at the screen a second longer, letting out a breath she hit send.

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[To: Bonet]: If you loved me, those little quips wouldn’t come flying. 

[To: Bonet]: Explain before dead bodies pile up at your door

I dare you to text Kilgrave, telling him you love him.

Jessica Jones [Murdercorpse]: I still love you. I’ve been lying to myself. Everything i’ve done up until this point has been a mistake. I belong with you. I love you. Jessica stared at the screen a second longer, letting out a breath she hit send.

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[To: Bonet]: I know, because even when you were under my thumb, you never spoke like that. It’s not you style, Jessica. I know you. I know everything about you. Now explain yourself.

I dare you to text Kilgrave, telling him you love him.

Jessica Jones [Murdercorpse]: I still love you. I’ve been lying to myself. Everything i’ve done up until this point has been a mistake. I belong with you. I love you. Jessica stared at the screen a second longer, letting out a breath she hit send.

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[To: JonBenét]:  It doesn’t take Hawking to figure out you’re jesting, dear. 

[To:  JonBenét]: I just wish to know why.

I dare you to text Kilgrave, telling him you love him.

Jessica Jones [Murdercorpse]: I still love you. I’ve been lying to myself. Everything i’ve done up until this point has been a mistake. I belong with you. I love you. Jessica stared at the screen a second longer, letting out a breath she hit send.

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Dare: Fuck up someone's day

Kilgrave snuck up on a young child, frin on his face. “Go saw your foot off infront of Agent Summers.”

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Truth: Would you ever consider doing the superhero thing again?

Well…I don’t really know. Being a superhero isn’t as easy as everyone makes it look. It tajes a lot out of you. It’s long and tiring and I can’t see myself doing it again. However, good deeds? Those are a different story. And as for the superhero uniform…well. That is in my closet.

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“He’s your friend?!” Now, that was surprising, as evidenced by his minor slip up of an outburst.He would have to pay him a visit then,  maybe get him to kill himself in front of Jessica. Maybe Kilgrave would record it, treasure the despair in her eyes for the rest of her life. He composed himself in an instant, clearing his throat. “My my. Seems like the loner is slowly growing more and more favorable in the eyes of society. And, much, much more knowledgeable. Tell me, Jessica  where did you learn that little tidbit of my past? Because I’m one hundred percent sure that is not anywhere on on my file” 

Now it was his turn to hide how absolutely livid he was. He was going to find who shared with her this piece of knowledge, and make them pull their own trachea out. “I couldn’t give two shits about your pathetic attempts at flapping around like a fish out of water, hoping somebody will take enough pity in you to take you and put you in a tank. And without your gift, you’d be dead, and your family would be alive.”

“Why don’t you shove it, Kevin. Honestly, you think you can scare me by telling me what I already know? You think I don’t know that Summer’s would be okay if he hadn’t been my friend, is that what you want me to say? Well guess what, it’s not my fault. This whole you loving me and being upset at me or you hating me bullshit ends now. I will not allow you to hurt another person on this campus.” Jessica yelled, his breathing was labored and her heart felt as though it would beat out of her chest, but she refused to bend to his will again.

“Scott is okay, me and him are okay, you can’t handle that can you? The fact that I have people in my life you aren’t you. Who don’t have to tell me to be their friend, or their lover, and that pisses you off. Because deep down, Kevin, you’re nothing but a loser who couldn’t get anything in life if it wasn’t you’re your so called gift.”

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“Are you trying to insult me, Jessica? Because if so this is a pitiful attempt. I could throw out words that have lose their impact due to overuse by the general populace. Or, I could Speak the truth, because you and me both know that the truth will cut you much deeper than any curse that would escape my mouth.” And that mouth was currently shaped in a playful smile. This was fun, he really had to do this more often. 

He used her same fake cheery tone as he carried on. “Like the fact that poor Agent Summers cutting his little finger off was your fault. Oh but you won’t accept that. I know you. You’ll sit there, listen to me and seethe on the inside, but put on a fake smile while you blame me for every single misfortune in your life, from the time you fell down in 2nd grade to the fact that your coffee was luke warm this morning. Because you can’t handle the thought of yourself being responsible for your own mistakes.”

Jessica’s whole body tensed at the sound of his voice. She’d almost crushed the phone in her hand. With her teeth grit she could only force herself to speak. He still sounded the same, sounded so calm and happy like nothing was amiss. 

“Yes, I did see that school was quiet and not so douche-y.” She replied with a cheerful tone. “You know the Christmas party ended up being rather eventful, you know Scott he did the most crazy thing, he cut off his finger and gave it to me as a present. Any idea how that could happen, Kilgrave?” Jessica asked. Her tone still refused to change from the lighthearted one she put on. Inside she was boiling, but she refused to show it. 

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Sweden was great this time of year. Away from the worries of life, and most importantly, away from Jessica’s wrath. He had made a very tiney oopsie before he left (flee’d for his life) from the university. Alright, so maybe forcing one of her favorite people on campus to cut off his finger was a bit harsh. And perhaps making him give it to her for Christmas was just teeny tiny bit overkill. But in his defense, she started it, with the whole calling her rude thing. 

But he couldn’t be rude to such a fine lady, no. He had to atleast call her. Dear Christ, her voice over the phone was exquisite, so arousing. He loved it. “Have you noticed my absence, Jessie?”

Jessica had managed to relax, with Scott safe and away from her there was only so much she could do to relax. She dived into studying and books and focusing on getting stronger and keeping her distance from people. Jessica had been taking notes on how to control her flight and power control, so when her phone rang she’d didn’t exactly care that she didn’t look at caller ID. Sliding it she placed it to her ear.

“Yeah? What’s up?” She asked, very few people on this campus had her number and it caused her to be lax. 

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Kilgrave listened too every insufferable word that came out of her mouth. She was beginning too really anger her. Sure, she was pretty, but she was starting too  become too much of a hassle for Zebby. First the bus incident, now yelling at him in a diner. Had she no manners? This kind of disrespect deserved punishment, major punishment at that. 

He didn’t get the chance too doll it out too her, so he had too settle for the others around them. Swiftly moving under the table, after Jessica was out of sight (But hopefully not out of ear shot),, Kilgrave used a combination of claps, something he established incase he wasn’t in a position to talk, too make the remaining men shoot each other. If Kilgrave was being honest, it looked terrifying. They all did it in unison, like a suicide pact. Except really, really loud.

(Kilgrave/Jessica Jones rp) Brunch.

“Oh you, poor baby. You deserved every single thing you got. You take what you want, you hurt who you want, you get everything you want, well guess what? It’s my turn. If you come near me, I swear I’ll kill you. I don’t care about the reproductions. I will rip your tongue from your mouth so you can never say another word.” Jessica was speaking slowly, her voice having no compassion in it, only ice.

“Enjoy the fucking food, oh and PS, your choice in fashion? You can shove it up your posh, English ass.” Giving a fake smile she snatched her bag off the chair and walked to the door. Jessica only prayed her phone was able to pick up what they spoke about.

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[Text] Zebby: Why don’t you go fuck your dead mother.

[Text] Zebby: Who even are you.

Babysitting job: Steve || Kilgrave

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“Why? Are you actually asking that you pathetic retch? I’ll tell you why. I am not some amnesiatic toad! Nor am I the type too forgive easily, Jessica. You of all people should know that.” He was growing tired of this. It was boring, unnecessary, and most of all unpleasant. She always hat this knack, this ability too just ruin everything. Can’t even have a peaceful meal without her yelling at him. She deserved it. 

“Next time you leave me for dead, Jessica, make sure too finish me off. Being under that bus was torture! Do you know how it feels like? Too literally have 20 tons taken off you? I’ll tell you what, Jimmy’s just lucky I didn’t make it more painful.”

(Kilgrave/Jessica Jones rp) Brunch.

Her face fell, a look of pure horror and disgust crossed her face as she looked at Kilgrave and then to the body of the young man. Her eyes wide and unfocused as she stared at him. 

“Why? I was here! I did what you wanted! I’m wearing this piece of shit dress!” Jessica snarled as she cast another glance at the body. Her stomach had been unsettled the whole lunch, and this pushed it too the limit. Turning away from Kilgrave, Jessica hacked it her lungs out, the vile taste in her mouth was nothing compared to what she was feeling inside. “You asshole.” She gasped out. 

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[Text] Zebby: Why the bloody hell do I need a fucking caretaker. 

[Text]: Zebby: And what makes you so special? What the fuck do you have?

Babysitting job: Steve || Kilgrave