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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 7:50 pm
The life of a General-King was certainly nothing to scoff at, but Buddingtonite was willing to bear the cross. Day in, day out, he had many important tasks to do, constantly moving throughout each task with little complaint and delegating the boring minutia to whichever of his Lovelies was best suited for the role. One would think that being at the top of the food chain that one could relax and yet, they'd be horribly wrong. But Buddingtonite didn't mind the work usually... work kept him busy, kept him moving, kept all of the minor inconveniences in their places and distracted him from the soft murmurings that constantly threatened to nibble at his ears.
Being a General-King was certainly worth the time and effort he put into the promotion, but he'd be lying if it wasn't the least bit stressful. Even now, in his office and surrounded by mountains of paperwork (seriously, how did one manage to keep a fresh supply of paper in the Rift was beyond him and he wondered if Rift paper was any different from regular paper), he never regretted his promotion but found himself stressed nevertheless. Tapping silver gauntlet fingers against his temple, he looked over the piles and pondered the best course of taking care of them. Which of his Lovelies could have faked his signature the best and gotten it done in a timely manner? He had so many of them willing, but who to choose? There was only a limited amount of room in his office and there was no way he could fit all of them.
Not to mention Serpentine would have, undoubtedly, gotten angry to see him shirking his duties like that. He snickered at the mental image of the general chasing them out before turning his wrath onto him, and he would quake in his seat and beg his friend not to hurt him, that he'd be a good General-King and do his job. Yes, typical behavior... but it was the little things that made this job worth having, and for Serpentine's sanity, he opted not to have his entire legion of loyal followers in his office. He had selected one among the crowd, one that he wasn't too ashamed to admit that he had favored for so very long and ignored the disheartened groans from the other Lovelies and the silent disapproving glare from Serpentine.
If he had to have only one person in his office (besides Serpentine, of course), then it had to be Dallol. No contest.
The scuffling of feet and snapping of powerful claws reminded him of another of his duties, and he called out to Dallol, unable to see her or the youma that roamed the office floor from behind the mountain of paperwork. "Dallol, I think Gra's hungry. Could you feed him please?"
He never thought he'd get the chance to say that, and yet, here she was... so exciting!
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 9:46 am
The favourite of General-King Buddingtonite. The one and only individual, other than Serpentine, with access to the great General-King's office. There were a great many who would kill to be in Dallol's place right now and she took great delight in it. Initially. After all, Buddingtonite treated her well and always reserved the least risky tasks for her. All without her having to lift a finger even as his lovelies worked hard to earn his favour.
That was what she thought initially but she found herself growing bored of the routine as of late. Surely there were other duties that her General-King could delegate to her other than forging his signature on mundane paperwork with pauses in between to tend to Gra. Putting down the pen that she was holding, she peered about the room to locate said youma, cuddling it close as she then crossed the room to reach Buddingtonite's side.
"Bummer... we're all out of his favourite energy spheres. I should have reminded you of that at some point. Sorry..." Pouting cutely at him, she sidled up close, lifting the youma in her arms slightly as she made her request formal. "Permission to make a quick trip down to one of the donation centres to acquire what he needs?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 1:27 pm
He had hoped it would have been an easy enough task for Dallol- normally, feeding youma was problematic as the monsters had a way of wanting more than what was being presented to them and they'd seek the excess from their provider, but Gra, though gluttonous, was quite a calm creature when it came to feeding time. He would snatch up the orbs and devour them, one by one, and quite hastily, which lead Buddingtonite to believe that life in the Rift prior to his bonding had been rather rough on the poor youma, but he would never attack his feeder. Or perhaps he did not attack Buddingtonite and Dallol? Serpentine was spared from mismatched pincers as well, but that wasn't so much as affection as it was being smart and knowing his place when around the general.
A simple, harmless task for Dallol. His Dallol. And yet, the failure did not lie in her, and he gave her a blank look when she approached his desk, Gra in her hands like a classy lady carrying their prized pooch or cat, as if expecting her to repeat herself. Was it the amount of paperwork getting to him or did he really hear her correctly? Out of his favorite energy spheres? "I could have sworn I refilled those yesterday! Gra, have you been digging around the office again?"
Many pet parents play talked with their pets and would use a disgustingly sweet voice, making it clear that they were only playing around, but Buddingtonite's voice never took that turn. When he spoke with Gra, he spoke as though he were addressing a small child, only one that could utter a few syllables followed by incoherent gurgling and served a practical use (or would, if Buddingtonite dared risk taking him out in battle). There was a sense that he truly felt that the youma understood him. It was a limited understanding, but he knew that Gra understood him, and the way he wriggled within Dallol's arms expressed that the crab-like youma was genuinely clueless to what the General-King was talking about.
"It's quite alright, Dallol, lord knows how many things have slipped my mind as of late! I shouldn't be so reliant on you to take are of my youma in the first place, so the blame's on me," Buddingtonite said, poking at one of Gra's feelers and chuckling softly as Gra shifted about in Dallol's arms to avoid the gesture. When she made her request, though, his smile faded slightly and he was already reaching for his crystal. "You do enough for me. I'll get one of the other Lovelies to fetch some instead. Captain Silazite should be in the area..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 4:07 pm
Youmas were curious things. The more Dallol interacted with Gra - talking to it and tending to its needs, the more she found herself desiring one for herself though Buddingtonite had repeatedly refused to entertain her request to find her one in the Rift for reasons unknown to herself. The General-King didn't remember wrong. He did refill the energy spheres the day before, only that Dallol had hidden a good part of them away so as to avoid being called out on her current bluff.
Cringing at the admonishing that poor Gra was receiving because of her, she cuddled it even closer as if doing so might shield it from Buddingtonite's irate words, stretching out a hand to rest over his before he could contact one of the other Lovelies for the relatively simple errand. "No. I don't feel like I've done enough for you at all. Can't you trust me with such a simple task? It's not like it's that dangerous out in the city." She gave his hand a squeeze, a frown on her face now as blue orbs gazed directly into his eyes, not at all willing to back down on this.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 6:59 pm
Buddingtonite could not deny the sense of jealousy he felt churning within to see Gra warming up to Dallol, though he couldn't blame him. In response to his scolding, the crab-like youma drew himself closer to the bluenette, knowing both that his master would never strike him down, nor would Dallol allow any harm to come upon him. Like a pampered pooch, Gra went to the general for 'protection', despite there being no need for it. As if Buddingtonite could hurt his little Gra...
Thus far, he was unaware of any wrongdoings, except by him for forgetting such a simple task. Maybe Serpentine was right- he was definitely losing it, yes, but he didn't think it was getting so bad that he'd neglect the needs of his youma. What a terrible General-King he was!
Dallol's touch snapped him from his mental beatdown, and only now was he becoming suspicious of her motivations. "Not dangerous? So long as there are White Mooners and disillusioned knights running around out there, it'll always be too dangerous. How would you think I feel if something happened to you, on a simple errand run? I'd never be able to forgive myself!"
As though plunging his fist into her chest and forcing the chaos into her wasn't bad enough. He silenced the notion in his head, and he was going to hold his ground on the matter, as he began to pull his hand away. "Forgive me, Dallol, but I'd rather not take that chance. You are far too valuable to me to risk losing now."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 4:33 am
Slipping into the space that was between Buddingtonite and his desk, Dallol slyly planted herself on the General-King's lap, her hand still firmly on his as she sat Gra on his desk then turned to bat her eyelashes at him. "I'm a General. Your General." Spooning her form against his, she poked at his chest then pouted to show her immense displeasure with his decision. A last ditch attempt to get him to change his mind before she decided to go for another approach next.
"We currently have the upper hand in the city. It'll take a lot out of them if they actually hope to bring me down." She went silent at his apology, her head shaking a few times as her eyes started to shimmer with unshed tears, her voice now taking on a more accusatory tone as she started to vent her frustration on him. "So I'm supposed to stay here and take care of Gra in between all the paperwork you keep dumping on me? You could always have Gra go with me on this errand but no, you'll rather entrust the task to someone else instead of coming up with an alternative arrangement that you will be comfortable with. How do you think that makes me feel?!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 7:10 pm
Had he not been distracted, he would have kindly reminded her not to place the youma on top of his desk as it would only lead to the creature knocking down the mountain of paperwork and causing such a mess. However, she provided him the best, and worst, kind of distraction, and the sudden weight on his lap threatened to trigger a reaction that, normally, he'd welcome, but with Dallol he found himself struggling to resist the sudden tightening of his pants. Yes, she was beautiful and yes this kind of reaction was what she was looking for in hopes of manipulating him into giving her what she wanted, and yet, he tried hard to resist it. And he wasn't even sure why.
It had nothing to do with not wanting to be manipulated, because he knew that was a battle already lost. It never took much convincing to persuade the General-King into one's method of thinking- despite his thorny appearance, he was nothing more than a marshmallow. But there was something about getting such a reaction from Dallol that genuinely bothered him, and he could not stop himself from frowning as she carried on, focusing his gaze on the curious Gra and not on the breasts that were nestled so close to his face. Not that they weren't very lovely breasts...
You didn't earn them. You took them. You have no right to them.
He shook his head to silence the notion, wanting to chase away such bad thoughts and memories before they threatened to effect his work, as well as his relationship with Dallol. His Dallol. Who was apparently very unhappy with her position and he couldn't understand why. "So you're not happy with the paperwork I dump on you? Very well, consider yourself excused from the paperwork... I think I can manage them all on my own. But Gra likes you too much- I can't dismiss you from that duty. You'd break it itty-bitty crabby heart if I did that... I dare say he likes you more than he does me, now."
As if knowing he was being talked about, the crab-like youma scuttled back into view, making grabbing motions with his claws towards Dallol and further enforcing his master's statement. When Dallol brought up her concerns, he found himself sighing and he leaned away from her as he asked, "And tell me, is this so bad? Do you blame me for wanting to keep you close? I don't want to risk anything happening to you... how do you think I'd feel if they tried to snatch you away from me again? After all I've done to get you back?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 3:06 am
Had Buddingtonite conceded to Dallol's request, she would gladly clean up any mess that Gra created as a result of being on his desk. But no. The General-King was being surprisingly stubborn about this even after she had gone so far. So much so that she was actually tempted to just throw all caution to the wind and go for the kill by reaching between his legs until whatever remained of his resolve finally crumbled with her touch and resulted in her getting her way.
"It's not the paperwork, or taking care of Gra for that matter, at all! It's..."
That however was an approach to be resorted to in the most dire of situations. One that she wasn't quite in yet so it was the full waterworks that the General-King had to deal with for now with the General curling up on herself and sobbing uncontrollably in his lap. "I enjoy being with you like this. To be your most favoured among the other Lovelies. But..." She sniffled, hesitating for a brief moment at what she was about to admit to the General-King. Her benefactor who had saved her from those whom they still fought against. "But I feel useless compared to the others. All of them. They're out in the city, running errands, going on missions, pleasuring you at night."
She recounted, pressing up against him both to keep him from pulling further away plus so that he could both feel her breasts and feast his sights on the plunging neckline that her uniform now sported. Picking up his hand that was on his communication crystal, she brought his arm up and just simply cuddled it close as if it was her lifeline. "As for me, I'm just stuck here with all the paperwork and taking care of Gra, and I can't even go on a simple errand of grabbing some energy spheres to feed him. Where does this all put me in the grand scheme of things?!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 2:43 pm
Buddingtonite was no mind reader- as if he needed more voices in his head? There were plenty of those as is and all of them unwanted. Well, most of them unwanted. There were a few that humored him or offered great ideas, but now they were being extremely unhelpful. Not a single one chimed in with helpful advice now! It would figure... never helpful!
He had gained magical mind reading abilities, he would have been worried for his man jewels, but it was impossible to notice how Dallol was attempting to use her natural curves and charm to get her way, and on any other general or general-sovereign, it may have worked. It should have worked on Buddingtonite... and yet, there was one voice inside screaming at him to stop and push her away. He didn't act upon said voice, but he did not melt into her touch as she may have wanted him to, and if anyone else was watching, they might have feared that their beloved General-King had been replaced by an equally handsome doppelganger. Thankfully, no one else was there, otherwise there'd be quite a show.
Yet, the moment she started sobbing, the General-King grew tense, and he could not deny they feeling of remorse at the sight of his precious Dallol weeping in his lap. It was probably faked- there was a voice chiming in saying so, but he silenced that voice and acted upon a more natural instinct, which was to take a hand and start stroking those gorgeous, spring-like locks of hers. Even Gra was moved by such tears, scuttling close to the edge of the table and bubbling out a pathetic mewl, clearly distressed by the sight of Dallol's distress. "Daallllllllllollllll... noo sad..."
"He's right, my dear... don't be that way! Come now, dry those tears!" Buddingtonite continued to stroke her hair, trying not to get any of her locks caught in the metal grooves of his golden gauntlets as to not to add to her discomfort. He didn't want to give in, but Gra was hungry, and she was so miserable being cooped up in here all alone... and why in the hell was he being so protective of her anyway? Was it the enemy he didn't trust, or her? He shook the thought from his head, only continuing to comfort her as he tried to resist the desire just to give her what she wanted, even if that would have hurt him. "It puts you in the most cherished position imaginable, my dear. The others? Yes, they're all useful, in their own little way, and I'd be sad if they were hurt, or captured, but you? What would happen if I lost you, Dallol? I'd be devastated. Gra would be devastated, wouldn't you, Gra?"
"Graaaaaaaaa sad..." The youma snapped his claws together, wanting to leap into Dallol's hair but remaining on the desk, inches away from falling over. "Graaaaaaaaaa sad."
"See? He would be completely demoralized if something were to happen to you..." Buddingtonite didn't pull his hand away, allowing her to cuddle it some more, as he tried to think of a solution that would have suited both of them. He knew of one, and he wasn't afraid to offer it. "Would you like to go out together, Dallol? Just you and me?"
"Graaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
"And Gra? Would that please you?"baby_gwing Buddy be all like 'WANT YET DO NO WANT'.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:50 am
Had the General-King smelled a rat and already caught onto the fact that this all was no more than an act so as to get him to go along with what she wanted? Dallol was certainly starting to suspect so or the remote possibility that the man whose lap she was sitting in was Buddingtonite's double when she felt his hand stroke her hair very carefully and gently as if he feared that she might break like a china piece otherwise.
Some progress. Finally!
Sniffling a few times, she wrapped her arm around his, her other hand lifting to rub at her eyes before she suddenly stopped to frown at both the General-King and his personal youma when Gra joined his master in pleading with her to stop crying. No fair. This wasn't fair at all. This was strictly between her and Buddingtonite. She hadn't meant to get Gra caught up in this in the first place.
Chewing on her lip, she was silent as she stretched a hand out to give the crab-like youma a pat on its head to try to make it up to it some. "Don't be sad Gra. Please..." And then the proposition came. Not quite the one she was hoping for but at least it was better than nothing. Falling silent again, she thought over the proposal for a bit then reluctantly nodded a few times, a small smile on her face now as she lifted her face to meet the General-King's.
"... I would like that. A lot."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 11:36 am
Gra may have learned to speak within the last few years, but his intelligence had not improved quite so much, and he was completely oblivious to Dallol's anger. Only that she had stopped crying, and that was enough to appease the crab-youma. He let out a happy gurgle, relishing the acknowledge from his master and affection from Dallol, unaware of any further distress that may have existed within the two. He was going to go out and get some food, so he was content as could be.
As for his master, however, he was not quite so pleased with the turn out, and he suspected that Dallol wasn't quite as happy with it either. Not that he blamed her. He couldn't imagine being cooped up in a single place for too long, especially one as boring as the Rift, but like hell he was going to let Dallol out of his sights again. He could have sent her with Gra, but no, this kind of task, the task to keep his Dallol safe and tethered had to be given to him. No one else, except perhaps Serpentine, could act as a substitute. Because no one else knew how precious she was to him.
Not even himself at times.
"Very well, let me just wrap things up in here and we'll be on our way. What district were you thinking? Maybe we can stop for some food while we're out... I'm having some difficulties in remembering the last time I ate. If General-Kings needed to eat, anyway."
It would at least give him enough time to contact Serpentine and let him know where they were going. The last thing he needed was his bodyguard to panic and tear the Rift asunder looking for him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 1:58 am
The outcome of this conversation was a small victory from Dallol's point of view. Something that she could make do with in the interim until she eventually got what she really wanted from Buddingtonite. Even if it was for the fleetest of moments. To be fair to the General-King, it wasn't as if she hadn't tried to understand what drove him to treat her so in contrast to his other Lovelies.
She had gone over the facts repeatedly in her mind. Destiny City was almost completely controlled by the Negaverse now. They had the upper hand over those who still stubbornly chose to oppose them. Moreover, she was a General who was perfectly capable of inflicting bodily harm on the enemy and defending herself if need be. Not a Captain or a Lieutenant. Yet her General-King was being irrationally stubborn about this by refusing to entertain her request no matter how much she pleaded with him. So much so that it was starting to seem like all of this would only result in this being an exercise in futility.
"Okie. How about the collection centre near Crystal Academy?" She wasn't sure why she mentioned Crystal Academy when Buddingtonite asked her to suggest a place that they could head to. It was strangely the first place that came up in her mind but she thought nothing more of it, instead snuggling up against the General-King to let the other know how pleased she was to be granted this little bit of freedom from the Rift. "Food sounds good too. You should eat. Even if you're a General-King, you still need to tend to your own needs and sustenance." She murmured with a pout, one of her hands lowering to gently rub at his tummy.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 10:41 pm
She has you wrapped around her little finger...
And boy did Buddingtonite know it. He knew that picking a favorite of the Lovelies was a bad idea, a fool's errand, and one that may come back to bite him in the butt later on, but he was alright with letting that be a problem for the future him, or, more likely, Serpentine. He had complete faith in Serpentine and knew that if any of the Lovelies tried anything that he'd be there to handle the situation. Maybe not discreetly, but he'd handle it promptly and with little remorse.
Not that he would ever expect Dallol to do anything so heinous...
"Crystal Academy, home of the snooty little things and pampered pooches? Very well, at least you have a good sense of taste," Buddingtonite said, immediately approving of her idea. Well guarded, secure, no chance in hell of someone swooping down and taking his precious away. He allowed Gra to remain where he was with Dallol, hoping she appreciated the privilege that came with such a boon, and the poke to his belly made him tense for a moment, fighting the very natural reaction in his lower region that came from such a physical stimuli. "Oh, you know it's not kosher to eat on the clock, but perhaps I'll grab a nibble while we're out. Now, let's go my dear, before poor Gra withers away from starvation!"
The crab youma let out a happy, yet distressed gurgle, what few words he knew were beyond him as he was simply too hungry to manage them. He nibbled on a few strands until he was provided with the sweet, sweet energy he craved, unable of the whispers in his master's heads, or his reluctance to take Dallol away from their sanctuary in the Rift. Even if it made her happy, he simply did not want to risk anyone taking her from him. He'd rather die than allow anyone to take her from him again...
Though preferably he'd just before to kill them, or her, than allow himself to die or lose her to the White Moon again. Dallol was his. His. And if he could not have her, then no one could.baby_gwing Think this is a good spot to wrap this up.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 1:38 am
"Of course."
Dallol told Buddingtonite smugly, cradling Gra close even as the crab youma continued nibbling on her hair to provide it with what little energy it could get till they got to the collection centre near Crystal Academy to replenish the energy spheres it needed. The General-King might not be aware of this now but she had made prior arrangements for a couple of things that would require his immediate attention the moment they arrived at said collection centre subsequently. Something that was easily arranged by calling in a few favours as the favoured Lovely of the General-King.
Those should keep him busy and literally out of her hair for some time. An hour tops. She was even willing to don his favourite lingerie and let him peel them off her while he had his way with her in bed this evening if it would help make things up to him some for trying to pull off something like that. "You'd better or I'll find a way to force feed you my King." She quipped with a mischievous wink, oblivious to the dark thoughts that were going through Buddingtonite's mind.
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