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 Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 6:05 pm
{{That is very true! There usually is at least one.}}
Lin's eyes widened and filled with joy when she saw that Dymetri was holding her pendant and nothing was happening. Not even a slight burn. Nothing! And not only that, but apparently he wanted one of his one!
She laughed, tears in her eyes, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Of course you can come home with me, and of course you can get your own pendant! Oh Dymetri! I cannot believe that this is actually happening! You will get to meet my family, my friends... Oh! You will have to make certain that you keep holding my hand when we are at home until you obtain a pendant of your own, so that the plant life will not die around you, just in case. By holding my hand, my pendant will stave off any magic that is harmful."
Her eyes lit up even more when he stretched and lifted his arms above his head. A small expanse of his stomach was revealed when he did so, and she had a feeling that Dymetri knew exactly what he was doing.
It reminded her of what they had been doing before he had... before... well, the last time they were together, she remembered what they had been about to do. She did not want to miss the opportunity to be with him now. She loved him completely and was so glad that he was back. She did not care that they were not married. They had been through more than most married couples ever did. Their love was their commitment, not some ceremony or piece of paper.
She dropped her pendant against her collarbone and then leaned over Dymetri. She slowly skimmed her fingers across his bare stomach and then up further under his shirt. She leaned down until her lips were just barely brushing his.
"Yes, it does please me. Very much so. May I show you how much?"
She pressed her body's to Dymetri's and lightly ran her lips along his, not quite kissing him, yet.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:25 pm
Ophiuchus had glanced at Seven quickly, seeing Riser's apparent surprise at the machine's response. Seven, Ophi thought, seemed like Ialo's response to the traditional golem. She was there to serve - she was strong, fast, and imbued with extremely precise touches of Ialo's magic. From what he had been told, yet not quite understood, was that Seven had 'artificial intelligence' - though Ophi would have called it a false soul, except Ialo insisted that wasn't quite right. Ophi's gaze lingered on Seven for a few more moments, thinking about Ialo.
Seven stared right back at Ophi, unblinking, and for the moment, unfeeling. All she needed to understand at the moment, was that there was magic in the room, and as of that moment, the magic posed no harm to the information held inside her - information that as of now, only her master could access.
The healer slowly turned his head back to Riser. There was a strange emphasis on the word friend. His mind still on the topics of machines, Ophiuchus commented, "His name sounds like a code... Seven, what do you of Riser's friend?"
Seven's eyes lit up slightly, the glow of electrcity and magic increasing as she processed Ohiuchus's query. "I don't think," she said, noting the man's startled expression. "I don't have enough information about him to think anything. I do however, understand that assumptions are dangerous and while Mister Riser says that he has brought in a specialist, he has said nothing about Mister Black assisting us in any way."
Ophi's eye twitched.
"I'm messing with you, you know."
"I did not know that."
"I'll make it more obvious next time."
Ophiuchus was silent, so Seven accepted that as acknowledgment.
"Ialo is awake." For being only a machine, there was a bit of pleasure from seeing Ophiuchus;s expressions of surprise. This was 'fun', she decided. It was fun to tease the low-level god.
"You..." Ophiuchus stared at her, hoping for some human fault to show through, and indicate what she was thinking. But, there was nothing.
"I'm right." The machine winked. "You put a hypnosis spell on him. My sensors picked that up as I walked by. It would have lasted a full day, judging by the strength of the spell. Alas, because of my Master's shortcomings in his character, you have continually underestimated his strength, Mister Ophiuchus."
Ophi was stunned. A machine was telling him off! Someone who wasn't even fully sentient was telling him off! That was worse than Riser's criticism! At least it as expected from him!
"I do often wonder, as much as I am capable of wondering, how many people underestimate Ialo Enlil. Twice within a twenty-four hour period, he has overcome a status induced by your doing. Now, I understand that you weren't trying too hard, but it begs the question of what my Master can do, if his body can break down a powerful potion in approximately two to three hours, and he can break through a hypnosis spell, while under its influence."
Seven paused, determined that what she was saying potentially contained indirectly classified information, and decided that this should be said regardless.
"From my observations, my Master is a decidedly intelligent and powerful creature. He has created machines as complex as I, and devised spells completely from his imagination and observations of how magic flows around him. Before he bought this school to preserve it, he ran a very large and profitable company. Unfortunate events happened, and because he created me, I am subject to bias. However, I view these accomplishments as proof that Ialo Enlil is wholly capable of more than you expect from him, Mister Ophiuchus. I have a hunch, that you underestimate him because he is family to you, and you do not want to see your family hurt. Ialo feels the same way about Miss Caroline."
Seven stopped again. She did not need to breathe, but Mister Ophiuchus did need to hear this, and it was so difficult to listen to a constant stream of lecturing.
"I propose that while you are here Mister Ophiuchus, you remember that you are Ialo's employee. He is your superior."
Ophiuchus clenched his fist. He wasn't angry, per se, but definitely agitated. Seven, of all people, telling him to keep his place, telling him that he was underestimating Ialo, over-protecting him...
"He's not stable right now -"
"And so you took him out of commission, and decided to take his place. That's called overthrowing the government, to some people." Seven stared at the stammering healer with her inorganic eyes. This was still amusing, she decided. He had no need to take offense to what she said. She was only a machine, relaying her observations about the dynamics of a relationship.
"When a government is overthrown, a country is thrown into confusion as a new order is established. There cannot be confusion, Mister Ophiuchus. We are at war now. Ialo Enlil is not an ideal leader in this situation, but he is who we have."
Seven took a few steps into the center of the classroom, and looked at those gathered.
"For those who have not yet figured it out, Ialo Enlil is prideful and young, and foolish and reckless. He lets his emotions guide him, and he is extremely sentimental."
The machine grinned slightly. "I cannot pick a more motivated person."
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:30 pm
"I would've held your hand despite the magic," he confessed.
He had a small intake of breath however, as her smooth hand trailed over his skin. She had switched the playing field with such little; were all women capable of this power? Yes, he thought as he felt her softness on him, they were.
Dymetri took her bait shamelessly and with a shiver as he felt her lips on him. "Lin-- I... yes, you may."
He couldn't explain it right then and there, but he felt like a torch flaming out of control. Maybe it had something to do with coming into terms with his death and new life and needing to be touched and loved to feel alive. Or maybe the jealous frustration that had been simmering inside him, dormant, when he first saw the love Ambrose held for Lin in his eyes finally boiled over. Perhaps it could even be the remorse he held for Marcos since his old life will never be obtained because of the powers that Dymetri's soul granted him. Whatever the reason, Dymetri was on fire and he needed Lin to put the blaze out.
He unbuttoned his mostly open shirt and granted her with a questioning gaze. Do you really want something to happen, right now? it asked.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:38 pm
Adolf stared at the... what was it called now? Did people still use the word robot? Or was there something different? Oh, it made no difference, he supposed. Seven was, at least in theory, a robot. And Adolf, though he admittedly had very little experience with robots, had never heard anything even remotely similar to this coming from a robot of all people! (He guessed that they counted as people if they could speak and formulate observations.) She (?) spoke convincingly, too. Adolf could see what she meant; he found that, from his limited knowledge of one Ialo Enlil, Seven's words pretty much hit the target. Or whatever the saying was.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:42 pm
{{Whatever happened to the psycho Neon?}}
Lin's gaze was focused on Dymetri's fingers as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. She loved it when he wore a buttoned shirt because it looked so sexy on him and also because she knew that all that had to happen to see his bare chest was to unbutton his shirt. She wouldn't admit to that without provocation, but she was honest with herself.
When his bare chest was revealed completely, she pushed herself forward and straddled his midsection. She ran just the tip of her fingers along the muscular ripples on his torso. Her cheeks blushed lightly.
She turned her gaze up to Dymetri and she smiled softly, somewhat shyly. Just because she was shy, though, did not mean that she was not certain about what she wanted. She could see that questioning look in Dymetri's eyes. She wanted him to know that she wanted to be with him and that there were no doubts in her mind. She knew now how short life could be, and she did not want to miss the chance to become physically and emotionally intimate with Dymetri on the highest, most intense level.
She smiled and leaned down to kiss Dymetri slowly yet firmly. After a few moments, she whispered against his lips, "I love you, Dymetri. I love you so much and I have missed you with my entire being. You are with me again, finally. I want to be with you in the most intimate way possible."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:44 pm
((.... I forgot about her, actually. I just stopped posting as her, and decided that I'd just say she went insane(r) and died.))
((And omg, I think Seven telling off Ophi is one of my longest posts to date.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:48 pm
{{I miss her! Okay, maybe not HER per say, but it was interesting to see her try and get together with Dymetri. LOL!!}}
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:03 pm
((Yeah! I was counting on that psycho to interrupt Lin and Dym and be like, my boyfriend's back from the dead? lol just kidding. Don't do that.))
Dymetri's hands were spread just outside of Lin's hips. Tilting his head to one side, he kissed Lin back with the strength she gave him. Her scent overwhelmed him. Although his mind was muffled with blind passion, there was still a large part of him that thought this wasn't right.
He ignored it.
Dymetri's hands closed on Lin's hips. His mouth was on her neck, moving down her shoulder to her chest. His brain couldn't process another logical thought. His mouth was roaming across her collarbone, gently sucking at her skin...
"I can't do this," he blurted. It wasn't a complete lie. He could obviously do something, he was experiencing tingling sensations all through his body. But it didn't feel right. There was something missing. He wanted something first.
And just like that, he knew what.
"Let's go to your home first. Please? And then I'll be with you, in every way possible."
((Goodnight~ (: awesome posts, by the way!))
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:22 pm
{{You, too, Victoria!! biggrin I LOVE how Dymetri stopped it, or at least postponed it. It's hilarious and also gives me a great opportunity! lol!!}}
Lin had sighed softly and then gasped as Dymetri's lips began to trail along the sensitive areas of her upper body. It felt just like last time and she was so excited to...
All of a sudden, Dymetri pulled away! He stopped his ministrations and pulled away. Had he seriously just done that? Had he been the one to stop everything?
She heard him say why he wanted to stop, but she heard it through a haze of pent up passion and need. Deep down, in the logical part of her mind that had been pushed far back, she understood what Dymetri wanted and was more than happy to give it to him. The other part of her mind, though, the part that was the most prominent at the moment, felt very disappointed.
She rolled off of Dymetri and laid next to him on the bed. She let her arms drop to her sides and she sighed. "O... Okay. If that is what you want, then we will do that. We both need to feel comfortable and completely in the moment when it happens."
She was so glad the logical brain had control over her mouth right now. She was still breathing somewhat heavily, her chest rising up and down much moreso than normal, and her cheeks were flushed. She would not press the issue, though. Like she said, she wanted both of them to be comfortable.
And really, as her body started to cool, she realized how wonderful it was to hear how much Dymetri wanted to visit her home. How amazing was that? He was excited to see her home and meet her family. That was awesome!
She turned her head and smiled softly at Dymetri. She leaned over, gave his cheek a peck, and then sat up on the bed as she swung her legs over. "We can leave now, if you wish."
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 12:26 pm
In the infirmary by Athena's cot, the air seemed to waver for a moment, and then a form, somewhat transparent, appeared. It was short, with white hair that fell straight down to its shoulder blades, brown eyes that were watching Athena intently, rather pale skin, and a thin stature. The form was Athena's cousin, sort of--he was making a special call with yokai magic, causing him to appear like this next to her cot. Ah, yes, despite the pretty appearance and the skirt, Athena's cousin was a boy. Ashley Williams--more commonly known as Fluffy.
He cocked his head slightly to the side, watching Athena. "Nana?" he asked. He had yet to look around and realize just where he was.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 2:54 pm
Forgotten against the wall, Danni snored softly, her body sliding slowly down towards the floor. However, when her head finally got aruond to hitting the floor, she shot up into a sitting position again, her head shooting from side to side, taking everything in. Her hand had automatically shot into her cloak for a dagger that wasn't there, but when she saw she was still in the infirmary, supposedly listening to something that was most likely probably important, she rolled her eyes, flicked herself in the forehead to wake herself up.
"Focus, you moron. Keeping your damned self vertical instead of paying attention...You're a disgrace." She muttered at herself, managed to annoy herself enough that she managed to tune back in again.
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Meanwhile, Lia sat at her desk, looking at the small stack of paper in front of her. There. She was done. Professor Leaton's essay and everything else was finished. This little ordeal had helped her finish the essay, and the list. She had to admit, it had been a bit unsettling, watching the same child who'd used to knock down block towers stand atop a dragon while angels and demons waged a bloody war around her.
The little Satan worshipper had fought against Satan himself...and won. She'd died, and come back. She'd used dark and white magic, had walked the line in between. And she'd smiled the whole time. While Lia had quivered in fear, hiding behind Ambrose and raising shields, her baby sister had ridden atop a dragon while blood rained down from the blackest of clouds and pitted her magic against the devil. Made for one hell of an essay, that was for sure.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 2:57 pm
"You are intelligent, I grant you as much. But you're fake, you're a ripoff of the potentially perfect design. You're intelligent purely because my stupid b*****d of an apprentice decided to make you so; just as easily could you have been created with the intelligence of a mentally retarded toddler, with no potential to ever become more. You are a skeleton, a framework loaded with the wrong material. How do you know you're intelligent andi? You can't measure real human intellect because you don't understand what real human intellect is."
Dark tendrils were beginning to drift through the cracks in the walls ceiling and floor, looking ever so like some otherworldly tentacled being was beginning to blindly explore the inner confines of the room. They focused their attention on the android, locking on to it and soon starting to cover it in a thick, inky black energy as the room's pressure once again began to spike.
"I can mock the White Serpent, I have that right. You do not, you have no rights in this world. Does steel have a right? Does tungsten? How about coltan? How about the miles of wiring running through that empty-full skull of yours? You hold your creator in such high regard, and just why is that exactly? Humans are the masters of the unexpected, and yet you speak as though you never could have foreseen him doing such things. It's because you didn't, you couldn't, and now as a result of your false intelligence, you believe him to be some miracle worker. Face the facts, he is human. He is as powerful as each human in this room and as weak. The Serpent and myself, now we are the ones you must watch andi. We are the ones that must be monitored, for we are they who expand the realm of the unexpected, for we are they that the natural world has nigh upon no limitations."
He grinned, and the tentacles began to recede.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 3:18 pm
"Is there a particular way you wish me to respond to that?" Seven asked Mister Riser. "Would you like me to agree with you again, or would you prefer if I defended my point of view?" The black energy covered her, and the machine did not outwardly seem to care. Inside, automatic process were gearing up to prepare to possibly channel dangerously excessive amounts of energy away from vital systems. It never quite came to that level, though. Likely, if it did, the machine would not survive. Seven was probably flirting with danger, and she couldn't help it - it was something she picked up from her Master.
"I am a tool. A tool created by Ialo Enlil. He's a geek, do you think he'd program me to believe inanimate objects have no rights?" Seven knew, as much as she could possibly know, that she had the right to mock her Master, as Mister Riser had the right to mock Mister Ophiuchus.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 3:23 pm
"I'd like you to defend yourself; agree with me again and I really will hold true on my promise to rip you apart piece by piece."
He paused momentarily, as if wondering what would compel Ialo to make something this...out there.
"You are aware of your purpose as a tool, and yet you are supposed to be artificially intelligent. Now, can you explain to me accurately why these two things contradict themselves? Because quite frankly I don't think it's ever even crossed your 'mind'."
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