Time ran in effulgent rivulets, a vibrant repose picturesque from the seat on the train. Pearl-gray gaze, ardent and feline-like, even in the elusive shadows, stared forth. The unified city was ablaze with color, springtide prisms hardly noticeable in direct comparison to those fervent taunting sensory to come in from the twilight during the night. Patient observation diverts, canting toward her smartphone as the volume edges higher and higher, earbuds reverberating within delicate ears.
♪♫ I can't escape walking down these halls Hard to find a place where there are no walls ♫♪
Briskly she slides from the leathery perch, out the door before it shuts altogether as the train resumes its motorized cruise; abandoning her beneath the station's sign momentarily. Parchment procured from pocketed confines laid out the pathway, after all; Monte remains worlds apart from familiarity. An exasperated sigh falls from parted petals; as if she was war-weary and enervated, but the smile that curves the last true mouthpiece voluntarily gives her away. Allow her an inch; she takes a mile.
♪♫ And no lines begging me to cross Only straight ahead better move along ♫♪
Sheepish euphoria crests, connecting dimpled cheeks in a flash of ivories. Air Treks rev, once, twice more, and she's off. Soaring effortlessly via local streets busy with the hustle and hubbub of festivities ongoing, she's a blur in passersby's peripheral vision. Unbeknownst to what is hidden beyond the imperceptible curtain; a social entanglement so adroitly contrived, that the moth enmeshed within it now contributes to its efficacy.
Weather-beaten tresses waver, pink locks windswept in the slipstream. She gleams in the sunlight; her spry skin is peaches-and-cream and steel. A schism of angles displays bewildering pivots in an attestation of strength and control despite gravity weighing upon her, palms outstretched. Zephyrs weave tales betwixt digitus as if it were rippling water to a touch. An inspiration is stolen and savored, ghosting like a favored haunt, supplicating closer.
Carefree sojourns lead her to seek the destination; erected fashionably in mirrored business architecture, the building stood proud and prominent among the others. Glancing keenly to the paper, the number matched so it had to be it. Down the proverbial rabbit hole Monte steps, jingling aperture swings open to present her in every ounce of awestruck glory as her five feet, three inches could muster. Wheels retract into the mechanical devices, suppressed temporarily from unsuspecting regard. The shop was stylish, obviously decorated to suit the majestic grandeur of cool. Walls aligned with pictures, collective murals of work done by various artists at the parlor. Monte halts, doe-eyed visage peers through the pieces, flipping each protected page.
"Welcome! What brings you to us today?"
Whirling, the hymnic muse abandons the book in her wake. Graceful gait crosses the threshold, respectively stopping at the counter. Eagerly produced was the picture, her phone's touchscreen igniting the man's face as he veers perception from it to her and back again.
"Aye, yeah. I got a guy free in aboutttttt~ five minutes. If ya need to use the bathroom or whatever, you might wanna do it now."He adds, thrusting a thumb back towards a hallway.
"Thanks!" Chirping songbird lulls. Monte moves, strolling down the hall in piqued curiosity; some rooms had their curtains open and the occupants lay wholly still as their flesh donned colorful inks in splendid array. The rear room on the right contained a young woman, couldn't be any older than herself, and yet, as the buzzing commenced, the female fainted. Limp as a tossed rag doll, the man brought her back and instantly vomit spewed over the side.
"Ew."
Grimace firmly etched on youthful features, she ducks into the bathroom before the putrid stink could make her gag. Gilded seconds trickle by, ushered by lathering soap and airy drying. At the restive stoop stationed just underneath the hanging mirror, Monte adjusts her hair, tucking stray strands behind her ears. Fanged canine claims a roseate tulip, fettered by temptation bluntly blossoming across cheeks puffed as steady legs rouse her astray.
There's a rap at the door, consequently, she jumps nearly out of her skin. "Yeah? Jus' a sec!"
No time like the present, right Monte? She nods to herself and pries the door open, standing in front of musculature barely contained in sheathed textile. How did he even get it on? Head cants, uplifting to acknowledge handsome mien. He loomed in her direct vision, undoubtedly seeing humanly reflection in the inky wells widening. He inflated them like the moon eclipsing the light of distant constellations.
"Sir?!" Amazement instilled, and she steps up to him, inclining face with heavy-lidded silvers gleaming.
The planet was a canvas; washed in an impressive array of pigment and disheveled grandeur, of boisterous mirth and spoken word commingled to blossom earnestly. It's a complex world that reverberates around her and with her naturally comes the warmth of a new today, a better tomorrow. Dark sorrel-ish locks cascade in gentle waves, the windings hanging loosely against her back. Gilded bangles poised on dainty wrists, jangling only when prompted to shift up and down her arms. White-colored pants neatly cling to legs whilst her torso donned a button-down denim shirt, its sleeves rolled up to her elbows. High heels matched the material that topped them, glossy in their pristine condition. The mortal construct of a soft philosophy of humbleness, where love is the continuous thread between timidness and boldness.
Were they not all that they are? Beings of stardust as the stars are tender things, faded through the brightening air, waning and waxing betwixt another until their gleam reaches even the most pitch-black night? Some are nameless, while others are notable, but names are names and they can be so quickly forgotten. She shines brighter than the sun, whose radiance touches all things and from all things bloom beneath her maternal guidance. Humans are oft tender creatures, though few could assume such whims.
Lucky steps from a series of stalls, their wares trinkets, and festive collectibles. Bags idly swayed, anchored to her right elbow. She can feel the discord, like inky lines sung off key, ones steeped in misfortune and fatigue. So many conveyed the same tune, she knows this sound; hearing it too often.
Her smile is welcomed exactly as her reverence is. "Greetings, Saito." Summer breeze oration lulled, she strolls leisurely up to the dark-haired male's side. Of course, the knowledge of his alias was well-known, it was soused in lifeblood and she preferred the man than his legacy of ruination.
"Enjoying the Asakusa Carnevale? It's a beautiful day for it, but I heard the nightlife was the real draw."
Light footfalls produce naught but an echo carried hence amidst sakura zephyrs in their wake. Lucky glances to him, upon her visage, does her godhood glow in the natural light. "Are you in need of my services?" An intriguing question given their tasks within the same service, albeit she had never encountered him face to face until presently.
His treks moving the ebony haired man to a vending machine, he needed to buy more smokes. Luckily Japan had such vending machines. A few yen in and out came a box of cancer. Reaching down to retrieve his addiction his name was suddenly spoken. No like his real name. The voice female, scarlet hues turned to the coco skin toned woman. Fashionable yet highly functional as always. Yet how fast could she run in them heels if she needed?"I told you don't call me that in public. It's Alpha, Lucky." Slapping the bottom of the box against his wrist Alpha smirked. "As for your services. With a girl as hot as you. Always~ Oh and I got some part for you to look at too." His tone suggestive it quickly turned nonchalant as he took out his phone. Sending her the details of the few parts he had worked out Alpha stuck his phone away."As for how have I been enjoying this fine ******** day? Well I already got into a fight today. And today supposed to be my off day so it's been going just as planned." He'd jest at how shitty his day was so far. His red orbs looking straight in her eyes as he spoke. Alpha looked people in the eyes as he spoke to them. Most people in this country always avoided his gaze. Taking out a smoke he'd put it in between his lips.
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→Regulus l Rank B -------► This trick uses the principles of piezoelectricity and vibrations placed directly around the rider (maximum of 7ft radius) to cause an instance of "weakened" or "amplified" gravity. This effect is caused by highly potent vibrations pushed directly onto the ground and effectively producing electricity via physical planetary pressure. The electrical potential created directly on the terra firma, creates an opposing electrical potential naturally produced by the earth, essentially it cancels the electrostatic pressure of the earth produced by gravity thus creating a space where the level of gravity is not entirely abolished by rather weakened or amplified because its electrostatic pressure has been nullified by the same force or amplified by electrostatic pressure of higher potency. In summary, this trick allows for any object(s) to attain artificial lift (levitation) because of weakened gravity or causes the said object(s) to be pressed further onto the ground because of gravitational amplification via piezoelectricity; this effect has the ability to levitate objects of 120 - 150 pounds and also add the same amount of weight upon the said object. This is a B rank trick
Stamina used: 16
Wear used: 16%
R.E.A.D → [260] → Acceleration:[30] → Battle Strength:[180] → Stamina:[30]+[50 Stat Boost] → Jump:[20] → Air Time:55 → Reaction:55 → Air Reaction:50
F-Class Tricks: Cost one Stamina point to perform. E-Class Tricks: Cost one Stamina point to perform. D-Class Tricks: Cost two Stamina points to perform. C-Class Tricks: Cost three Stamina points to perform. B-Class Tricks: Cost four Stamina points to perform. A-Class Tricks: Cost five Stamina points to perform. S-Class Tricks: Cost ten Stamina points to perform. SS-Class Tricks: Cost fifteen Stamina points to perform King / Legend Class & Infinity Atmosphere Tricks: Cost twenty Stamina points to perform.
F-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 1% E-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 2% D-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 3% C-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 5% B-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 8% A-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 10% S-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 20% SS-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 35% King Class & Infinity Atmosphere Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 50%
C Rank: each trick uses 5 extra stamina B Rank: Each trick uses 4 extra stamina A Rank: Each trick adds extra 3 extra stamina S: Each trick uses 2 extra stamina SS: Each trick uses 1 extra stamina Legend/ King rank: Tricks B rank and up uses 1 extra stamina
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Few would take comfort from this all, or could they truly feel welcome amongst the feral howls and weary eyes of storm riders. It's a chaotic world, frightening as it was beautiful, just as the beasts who were born unto its bosom. He poses no threat to her, but perhaps the true threat comes from within himself, for despair can cut like a knife and it can cut to the marrow of bone. He'd rather bear the name of the beast than that of the man. She understands; she knows. Compassion overwhelms spoken oration, as tender as a mother’s kiss lulling not from uplifted lips but from the heart.
"It's a lovely name. You shouldn't feel the need to hide—"
THWACK! THWACK!
Lashes descend, fluttering against dusted lush before their gazes are eventually reunited. Ruddy irises fixate ever so slightly against her own earthly elegance, roaming curiosity spied. Quietude garners forth a profound sense of peace and it bears down upon him akin to the summer sun, demanding respect in the gentlest of forceful ways.
Her words were not harsh, merely firm: "Please do not mock me."
Pause; melancholic and soft. Kind, oceanic eyes held no pity, they carry wisdom, awareness. She chooses not to question his intentions; however, she recognizes that he's silenced one too many lips and drank deeply from fickle desire. Loneliness is an all too familiar stench, it differs from solitude in ways that are unseen yet realized.
"Have I offended you?"
Lucky halts her song and ambles down the pathway, pausing to perch on a nearby bench. From a pocket she retrieves her own device, procuring a miniature stylus from its sheath to rummage through the blueprints and scribbled images. The springtide breeze was tepid this hour, kneaded by a soft lick of warmth which still permeated along distant shorelines. Visage doesn't veer towards unwavering perception pinpointed on her. Mirthful giggle threatens to bust from rose lipt mouthpiece.
"Is that so? Was it because of a woman?" Wasn't it always? Respect begets respect; violence begets violence.
Lucky taps softened palm on the bench beside her, offering him a seat. No other could be so pure yet so riddled with intricacy than the person in front of him, transfixed attention swerving to him.
"Sit with me while I look this over; rest your legs. You can tell me all about it."
Bzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzzzzt! The sound of rapidly puncturing needle blazing it's trail of inky black in freehand lines. Eyne bearing varied hues retain a surgical focus upon their current task; the wide expanse of olive toned back steadily filling with a string of three dream catchers along the base of arched spine that decreased in size as they went down. The largest of which had been situated between shoulderblades, whilst the smallest sat upon the small of her back; right in between a set of prominent dimples. Tenacious curvity shows a surprisingly high level of pain tolerance for it's first tattoo. Experienced artist had even cautioned towards the level of sheer unpleasantness that came with most tattoos aligned along the spine, yet she was dead set... and during their entire session, not once is reprieve asked for. Stone hewn musculature ripples underneath form fitting white T shirt as figure adjusts for a better angle.
Four and a half hours after native american patron enters, their session was finished. Tossing dirty needles and gloves into hazardous waste after giving the work in progress one final wipe off, the tedious process of stripping and cleaning trusty gun commences. At least it was the easiest gun he cleaned on a daily basis.
"Right, well that's just the outline. So I figure you've got another date with me on... How's Thursday sound? It'll be around the same length of a session. So--" Scribbling away at a scrap of paper, inscribed upon it is ten digits that are handed over promptly. "There's my number. Gimme a yell if you need anything or have any questions. Just make sure to keep it clean and moisturized though, and everything should be fine. I'll be seeing you soon, it was a pleasure... Lucy, was it?"
Effervescent giggle and chipper nod, written contact is quickly transferred over into smart phone before head tilts upward to meet mountainous figure's gaze."So... you did say anything right? Because like, I could reallyyy use some help fixing stuff. Ya know, around my house?"
Hyperion wasn't blind. He was grown, and had spent a lifetime reading and reacting to different forms of body languages. It was something he had come to specialize in. So while disarming half smirk may have appeared to be playing ball; the effect didn't meet his eyes. It was a damn good hoax though.
"Anything about your new ink. I'm sure i'll see you around th-"
A knock on the door interrupts subtle curveball, familiar face popping in with announcement at the ready. "You finishin' up Hyde? I've got a walk in for ya, if you wanna stay a couple more hours. You in?"
Thumbs up flashed, before finalities are hammered out and final adieu is bid, machine and it's attachments gone over and set up as new arrival was prepared for. But first... after sitting for nearly five hours in one spot, bladder screams it's emergency. Not overly urgent, but not liable to make it through another session.
tap tap tap.
knuckles request response from lavatory's entrance. Always better to look before you leap, after all. The answering voice rings a bell, but sight upon door opening is still a pleasant surprise.
"Monte? Holy s**t, you're here for some work?" Silver arches upon brows rise as maw's corners upturn ever so slightly. This was rich. "I didn't take you for the type, frankly. Do you have an artist? Nah, ******** that dude; i'm your artist now. I'll hook you up major. Waddaya say Private?"
As if he'd let somebody else work on the new recruit. Not a chance. Not when he'd spent the past week debating taking her to dinner. No time like the present, right Hyde?
Hand extends in formal offer to seal their deal for good. Bargain struck, grin widens as pointing forefinger directs her towards his nearby workstation. While Monte gets situated, Hyde partakes in a quick bathroom break. Suds and steaming water purge hands that are dried via heated air.
"So, did you have an idea? Orrr I can show you some from my own book?" Question tossed like a coin; however, be it heads or tails he'd benefit all the same.
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Her reaction just due to his statement. He'd take a moment to reflect as she'd move to sit down. <********. Sorry that was rude wasn't it? The more I play this role the more vulgar I become. Maybe it's to late for me, maybe this is just who I am now. I could die as Alpha. But it only makes me more excited." Plopping down next to her in a done with life sprawled out manner. Alpha's hand draped over the back of the bench as he'd take a drag in of his smoke after lighting it. Exhaling smoke hie crimson hues stared at the sky. "I think I have a screw loose. I'll buy you a drink or something to make up for being shitty. I don't wanna talk about the other s**t."Taking another drag of his smoke Alpha exhaled. "So what you think about the suit Idea?"
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→Regulus l Rank B -------► This trick uses the principles of piezoelectricity and vibrations placed directly around the rider (maximum of 7ft radius) to cause an instance of "weakened" or "amplified" gravity. This effect is caused by highly potent vibrations pushed directly onto the ground and effectively producing electricity via physical planetary pressure. The electrical potential created directly on the terra firma, creates an opposing electrical potential naturally produced by the earth, essentially it cancels the electrostatic pressure of the earth produced by gravity thus creating a space where the level of gravity is not entirely abolished by rather weakened or amplified because its electrostatic pressure has been nullified by the same force or amplified by electrostatic pressure of higher potency. In summary, this trick allows for any object(s) to attain artificial lift (levitation) because of weakened gravity or causes the said object(s) to be pressed further onto the ground because of gravitational amplification via piezoelectricity; this effect has the ability to levitate objects of 120 - 150 pounds and also add the same amount of weight upon the said object. This is a B rank trick
Stamina used: 16
Wear used: 16%
R.E.A.D → [260] → Acceleration:[30] → Battle Strength:[180] → Stamina:[30]+[50 Stat Boost] → Jump:[20] → Air Time:55 → Reaction:55 → Air Reaction:50
F-Class Tricks: Cost one Stamina point to perform. E-Class Tricks: Cost one Stamina point to perform. D-Class Tricks: Cost two Stamina points to perform. C-Class Tricks: Cost three Stamina points to perform. B-Class Tricks: Cost four Stamina points to perform. A-Class Tricks: Cost five Stamina points to perform. S-Class Tricks: Cost ten Stamina points to perform. SS-Class Tricks: Cost fifteen Stamina points to perform King / Legend Class & Infinity Atmosphere Tricks: Cost twenty Stamina points to perform.
F-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 1% E-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 2% D-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 3% C-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 5% B-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 8% A-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 10% S-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 20% SS-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 35% King Class & Infinity Atmosphere Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 50%
C Rank: each trick uses 5 extra stamina B Rank: Each trick uses 4 extra stamina A Rank: Each trick adds extra 3 extra stamina S: Each trick uses 2 extra stamina SS: Each trick uses 1 extra stamina Legend/ King rank: Tricks B rank and up uses 1 extra stamina
Her voice is a castaway, caught in the in-between of the wind and salty tang of seashore loci, forever mesmerizing for its ethereal notes chiming tenderly. It was no revelation that many hated Alpha, though she cannot hate him and she cannot accept his desires. The momentary self-awareness which wedges itself in his voiced opinion and behind his eyes is one that may consume him. He rides a Cimmerian darkness path and perhaps, it is a passage even she cannot see beyond.
Lucky pauses then, the apologia still stained ‘pon his pressed lips. "It isn't," simpering surmises, this step the very proof of it.
The light was unmeasured by its reach, not through worth or moral alignments. Something so keen and revered need be undiminished via worthiness. Should mankind cast aside a withering flame so easily? Has it been unused to bathe in its warmth? By all means, even the most minuscule of beacons must be cherished.
"Endorphins and adrenaline habitually produce that; I get it. It's like a runner's high." An exercise she daily participated in.
What an awfully melancholy pang his soliloquy waxes, it brims beneath bony rib, wriggling underneath this olive flesh which she has called sanctuary. The symphony thrums loudly, syncopating with her heartbeat and forlornly weaves into the paradigm of her breathing. Yearning is to devour a sun, hold it inside your stomach and crave for more, blistering with untold lengths higher– higher– charring as you near the brightest star. Some were meant to soar; some were expected to burn. Turning towards him, angled torso leans upon the bench's back, her bent arm perched on his running parallel to the bench.
"A drink sounds splendid. Possibly the following time we meet, we can grab lunch? I think the suit is an excellent idea; it'll be lightweight but strong to a degree, but the issue is it will take me time to create it. Everything else, a few days. You should talk to someone, take off a little of that weight burdening your shoulders. Bottling it up means that in due course you'll be a ticking bomb, and that isn't healthy."
The proverbial door that had closed flies wide-open. His physique literally scalds her with its intensity, has her own lifeblood rushing in her ears as her heart thunders with it, and she can't help but turn to confront him head-on.
Monte, he coolly voices. Her rosy mouth parched as her visual inspection decidedly meandered to regions it shouldn’t. Not that she could alleviate it! With the deep V of his hips far too prominent given the lazy slope of the sweatpants around his waistline and snug t-shirt priming steelo flesh, eyesight gorge on what erected in close proximity. In place of drool, feeble words tumbled from her lips: "O-oh? I am? Oh, yes! Yeah, I am."
There are a million possible scenarios singeing thoughts. All too easily she considered the various spots in which he could saturate her, could see the cocky gleam in his eyes as he did the same, but…? Monte chafes a palm along her neck, trying to reconcile introspection before she does something she'll regret.
"I'm not sure-- Okay. I guess it's you then." Visage upturned and oration articulates smoother than the fumbling speech prior. Descending limb extends, clasping the opposite offered to strike and secure the deal. She clears her throat, bleats a quick 'thanks', and slips past him so that he may enter the tiled sanctuary of the restroom.
Spacious, she muses in a leisurely, languorous stroll to a full-length mirror in the adjacent corner of his room. Pale-faced and awkwardly standing, digits rouse color into cheeks, smoothing stray strands into place. Hyde approaches and instantly all struggle ceases, lithe limbs cross over her scantily covered upper body.
"About that, Sir.... Uh, Hyde?" Struggling to concoct with something to appropriately convey the surge of heat and odd assortment of feelings coursing softening curves. Gliding onto cushioned seating before him, she perches on the edge. "This is what I was supposing... and all joking aside, if you make fun of me, I'm conveniently forgetting your morning coffee for a week."
Darkened screen vividly brightens, singular pad fixates the tattoo idea into an enlarged landscape where two perk peaks are donning hearts in the same tinge. As the mobile device absorbed him, the jacket cascades down bare arms, the white band of her top thereafter. The brisk air tightens her physicality, rippling up her forelimbs and across her sternum, and the fundamental instinct to conceal herself gently reminds her it'd be pointless; he'd have to see. Fifty shades of crimson blossom and inhalation ensnared in the crux of canting throat as smoldering stare ebbs and flow betwixt the two. Splaying branches roam over the tender handful upon her guidance, urging him to shelter her from the sterile chill.
"Sorry, it's kinda cold in here. You think they will look okay; you can do it?" Pressing to the backside of his grasp, the inner workings of his clutch reverberate.
Upon laying down to study his work, fetching inks and gleaming machinery, ivories gnaw at the ample lower lip. Monte admired him beyond the visible manifestation of wanton dreams, but how refined and collected he is; how driven.
Taking handed off mobile device in awaiting grasp, the corners of amused maw twitch as starkissed brow raises a fraction. Readied crass and outright dirty quip is clipped and silenced at the threat of impending caffeineless doom however, opting for good natured chuckle in it's stead. No s**t to be slung here; not with coffee on the line.
"This, this is actually a really cool idea. It's um...--"
Hot. Hot as ********>
Gaze held the tone pallete of an iced over lake, yet it seemed warm; scalding almost with intensity as it views her for the first time in an entirely different light; white hot flame further stoked and tended by visual bounties freed from their cotton prison. She was young, ambitious, daring... yet inexperienced. Still so innocent, and yet more curious than a kitten let outside to play for it's first time. Despite their career connection... It was impossible to deny the building voracity he held for her; particularly in situations such as the one currently unfolding.
Bitten lipt in laser focused stare at troves bearing wondrous divinity, the yearning yet gentle encouragement of digitus much smaller are the only signal needed before siren's call is heeded. Eye contact made both deliberately and intimately so close, second hand takes after his first; tending to buoyant sphere left untouched. Flesh kneaded and caressed in a langorous fashion; slow, yet still rough and firm. Thumb grates against peak so hard it was nearly sharp; the only part of nubility that one wouldn't find soft to the touch.
"Honestly? Yeah. I think they'll look really bomb. Especially on you. Like, you've got the best areola shape for it. They're so perky too. I swear... they're ********' perf--"
Lost in their intertangled moment, throat clears as probing grasp finally lifts from assets he so readily laid claim to without deeper thought towards possible consequence. It is clear realization dawns, for withdrawal comes; gracious, yet professionally tact. The door to carnal possibilities remained wide open of course; yet their unique situation required a gentler touch. HR could be a nightmare to deal with once they set you in their sights.
"Ha. Sorry. Anyways, just get all cozy and situated. I gotta get everything set up. Shouldn't take more than a sec'."
Fresh needle set, gloves, and the works are procured as sterilized gun is set up; needle buzzing rapidly in a handful of tests as the machine's wattage is adjusted. Multi tipped edge is dipped into slightly darker than skin pigment before Hyde wheels closer, looming over bare and taut figure. She had a terrible poker face; he'd learned it the day they'd first met, and each time after it became increasingly obvious.
"Monte, relax girl. You know I'm gonna take care of you; we'll get through it nice an' easy. Slow and steady, yeah?" Placating voice was smoothly soothing; oil on velvet as skin marked with temporary outline is stretched between prying fingers in preparation.
"Ya ready?"
Ensuring irides link in sympathetic connection; he'd wait until she was. It was a role he'd been built for. Dominant, yet kind; firm and solid as steel, though still fair and gentle when situation calls for it. Kindness never mistaken for weakness; for grizzled hound needn't bare it's teeth for the respect he deserves.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 6:54 pm
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She ordinarily finds herself in the throes of his lulling occupancy but never bated breath held between them resemblant to here and now. Monte well-nigh forgets who he is; what he is. Her commanding officer, one with impeccable restraint; more so a beast holding his own leash, calling himself to heel, and in doing so with such skill that any onlooker wouldn’t appreciate the difference. It was in this quiet moment, where secrets peer out from their coves, she's reminded that she was the lamb in the room. No words; no affirmation. No scold; no agreement. Blooming buds ministration favored and blessed, sculpted by his experienced hand.
The admission wrenches her from illusions, shatters the glass through which she had been keenly gazing. Forlorn sigh breaks her silence, the characteristical gentle yet assertive timbre settling the oppressive atmosphere around them.
"Okay." Monte chimes, punctuated with a light rebuked 'tsk' when bare pallor kisses cold alloy. But curiosity piqued, head craning to watch the interaction, attention rapt on the carved physique prominently posed but not unfazed.
"Me?!"
HIM!
Ophidian petals rive, gasping choke strangles heightened oration. Visage hued with more than fear, doe-eyed countenance veers from the pitched pinnacle pointed at her to his puckish enchantment. God, if he merely knew... "I'm ready."
Seconds buzz by, positioned and strained taut, the established lines formulated into hearts. The coloring requires a different needle, ink-soaked it begins again. Impishness motivates coiling lips, his jowls recklessly close, shadowing intrigue. Eyne watches, studious in perfected craft by meticulous, nonetheless. This man, this alterity, this mystery-made-flesh inspiring vermilion adore. Finger-pads blaze trail along jawline, brushing silvered facial hair affectionately, ushering gravitation to roseate-filtered vessels ghosting those agape. Finally smoldering swivels, offering her silhouette instead.
"Sorry. There was a... fuzzball stuck... on you. It was driving me nuts." Truism dressed in a quaint little lie, for once the connection had been made, it was hard to halt just there when irresistible temptation was within inches. One taste is all it always demanded. Monte opts for a change in a subject, swiftly.
"I'm shocked you are working... today, with the festive proceedings going on. M-Major General misses out on a good time? Who would have thought?"
Mirthful jest serenades him, peppered with whimpers and muted moans, abashed smirk seized by ivories aggressively.
"It's really... Ah! Supposed to be... wild... tonight. Please, Hyde." Moaned pleas reverberate, freed from wriggling curvature. "Please... tell me it's almost done?"
Talking to someone huh? The thought entered his head before it made him laugh out loud. "Nah I rather just punch someone. It always does the trick~" Flashing a smirk Alpha jumped to his feet. His hand extending to the olive skin toned woman while his other flicked away the smoke he was done with.. "C'mon I'll buy you lunch or something. Maybe find someone to punch while we go." His tone mischievous it was hard to tell if he was joking or not. Who knows what Alpha could get Lucky into. But if anything it was ever hardly a dull time when it came to the hot head death rider."I hope them things got wheels.." He'd point down at her heels.
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→Regulus l Rank B -------► This trick uses the principles of piezoelectricity and vibrations placed directly around the rider (maximum of 7ft radius) to cause an instance of "weakened" or "amplified" gravity. This effect is caused by highly potent vibrations pushed directly onto the ground and effectively producing electricity via physical planetary pressure. The electrical potential created directly on the terra firma, creates an opposing electrical potential naturally produced by the earth, essentially it cancels the electrostatic pressure of the earth produced by gravity thus creating a space where the level of gravity is not entirely abolished by rather weakened or amplified because its electrostatic pressure has been nullified by the same force or amplified by electrostatic pressure of higher potency. In summary, this trick allows for any object(s) to attain artificial lift (levitation) because of weakened gravity or causes the said object(s) to be pressed further onto the ground because of gravitational amplification via piezoelectricity; this effect has the ability to levitate objects of 120 - 150 pounds and also add the same amount of weight upon the said object. This is a B rank trick
Stamina used: 16
Wear used: 16%
R.E.A.D → [260] → Acceleration:[30] → Battle Strength:[180] → Stamina:[30]+[50 Stat Boost] → Jump:[20] → Air Time:55 → Reaction:55 → Air Reaction:50
F-Class Tricks: Cost one Stamina point to perform. E-Class Tricks: Cost one Stamina point to perform. D-Class Tricks: Cost two Stamina points to perform. C-Class Tricks: Cost three Stamina points to perform. B-Class Tricks: Cost four Stamina points to perform. A-Class Tricks: Cost five Stamina points to perform. S-Class Tricks: Cost ten Stamina points to perform. SS-Class Tricks: Cost fifteen Stamina points to perform King / Legend Class & Infinity Atmosphere Tricks: Cost twenty Stamina points to perform.
F-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 1% E-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 2% D-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 3% C-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 5% B-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 8% A-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 10% S-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 20% SS-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 35% King Class & Infinity Atmosphere Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 50%
C Rank: each trick uses 5 extra stamina B Rank: Each trick uses 4 extra stamina A Rank: Each trick adds extra 3 extra stamina S: Each trick uses 2 extra stamina SS: Each trick uses 1 extra stamina Legend/ King rank: Tricks B rank and up uses 1 extra stamina
In this chair, hunched over nubile horn of plenty; Hyde rests comfortably within the apex of his element. Even while taking necessary care and precaution, the work passes by in good timing. Though admittedly, more time was spent in exploring and probing bountiful flesh than was necessary; gloved digitus nimbly roaming, squeezing, stretching and occasionally tweaking certain areas as flitting fancy feels brave enough.
Heated signals do not go under the radar; quite the contrary, each and every one is all too easy for experienced visage to pick up, an amused and knowing smirk coolly scrawled across scythed lips at breathless intakes and spine racking shudders.
Sylph fingertips begin their perilous adventure, roaming along fields of quicksilver as upper body angles itself ever so closer to curiously pawing kitten; coincidentally granting Monte easier access in bold mission.
There are some eventualities that can never be prepared for however; and bamboozling nigh locklipt clash is one of them. Eyes close as buzzing needle stops, completely deceived by faux intent; leaning in closer as she backs off just as suddenly as leaning in.
"O-oh. A fuzz ball huh? That's funny. I wonder how long that'd been there for. Swear I didn't see it in the bathroom mirror."
Though his poker face proved impeccable, inner thoughts reeled over misconception; evaluation carried to considerable length even as work continues. Color the major general fifty shades of confused, the pieces of this puzzle certainly didn't fit together in the manner one would expect.
There's no way it was an accident. But then why... is she being coy? Or maybe cold feet. Should I chase?"Missing out? What, we're not having a good time right here? Speak for yourself. I can't think of any other place I'd rather be right now."
Right on top of you, Hyde thinks to himself with a wide spread, fat cat grin; though dastardly quip is held by stilled tongue.
Please, Hyde.
There is an unintentional bob down under, gray textile shifting with the particularly strong throb of thrumming pulse in that instance.
"Heh. Yeah, nearly finished. I'm jus' cleanin' up the shading around the outside of your left. Gotta make it look natural. Aaaand... there."
Once again does foot remove itself from electric pedestal, whirring needle ceasing dead in it's tracks. The gun is placed upon wayside as once again he greedily over partakes in liberty granted; mile taken where an inch is given as fingers explore the design several times over.
"All due respect here, I think they look pretty hot. Take a look."
Peeling chiseled frame away from lain flat curvature, he allows the airman time to inspect handiwork in the mirror. Closing the distance behind her, chest presses to back as three strings of beads holding varying coloration are looped about slender throat.
"You'd probably get way more of 'em if you were out at Mardi Gras anyway."
Already cleaning up their station, workplace sanitized as disposables find their way to collective of rubbish. There is a distinct lack of mention towards payment, though silver fox held interest in other areas. Leaning against the door's outline, arms cross in front of chest as gaze wanders over her in cool yet penetrating surveillance.
"Hey, um... Monte. You got plans later? Like, in a couple hours? Because i'm hungry. Starving, actually. Come with me? we can go somewhere really nice. Dinner and drinks; I promise it'll be fun." How could she refuse?
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Apparent hesitation shepherded unique vulnerability, particularly in front of him. She struggles to keep her guise stoic, visage implores him to look elsewhere, to turn from powerless trembling and simpers to no avail. Tilting her head inquisitively, she steels herself, steadying the arced spine to the alloy underneath it.
"O-hoh. You lie... There's... Hrmm... There are a few places." Her verbalization convulsed, denouncing her; her infinite desire to represent the object of one's admiration. Thoughts backtrack against themselves, contradicting everything, such an ever-changing mind tangled in the spider's web of fictions and facts. Wisely keep this unemotional, she thinks. Without attachment and yet, she could enclose that jaw of his within her grasp and pull him in for a kiss, violent and yearning if she so chose. If she knew how! Eyne roam, as if casting sight away from him will somehow make her invisible to him. Pallor burns, inflamed and gorged on carnal cognition.
Dare thy a peripheral observance?
Fat cat flaunting candid Cheshire confession; he could perceive it, he had known the veracity and she fidgets under the dreadful weight of knowledge that he recognized something of her that she was unable to know, not completely. Oh, how often she'd seen the same mien cast to other females, an exception wasn't spared.
Bothered? No.
Monte sits in quietude, pressurized meandering reveres rosy-raw peaks unabashedly. What should she remark? What should she do?
"Yeah?"
Eager physique doesn't hesitate to feline slink to the full-length mirror alighted in the corner. Cellophane secures them in placement but pads paw across the expanse, posing from one desired angle to the possible other prior to musculature picturesquely situating a trinity of beaded necklaces on bare bosom. Being one so unused to any sort, her first instinct upon feeling his presence is to deflect, which she practically manages but oration immobilizes her. "You think they are hot? Oh- heh. Yeah, I'm certain I could. Who knows maybe I will~" Not when they were sore, introspection chides sarcastically.
"Tonight? Er, I hadn't really planned on anything; pretty much the gym, that's it. Are you sure?"Of course, he was sure, why ask if not?"I'll go to dinner with you IF you go to train with me."
Lissome bodice delicately slips on her top, taking more than needed to ensure it'd be painless as possible.
"Do you do piercings as well... I recall it will take some time for them to heal, but I thought maybe I'd get a....Uh, you know...." Throat chaffs and sputters a cough. "Lower. You know what; it's probably too awkward so maybe I should ask someone else? How much do I owe you and is there anything I should be aware of for aftercare?" Nose scrunches and laggardly she waves away the plausible suggestion, gravitating towards him unthinkingly.
"Tch. 'course i'm serious. And... You wanna go get physical after a n****e tattoo? You're braver than the entirety of our Marine Corps I swear. What, I don't torture you badly enough in the mornings as it is? Masochism. That's what this is."
It was a jesting prod, one given as possessions are gathered. In reality, it was something to be admired. So much tenacity packed into one tiny figure; a work horse ethic that had caught his eye the moment she stepped foot on this wayward base all the way out in Japan. An angel reaching for the stars; who sought to build wings strong enough to carry her there. She had the Major General's respect, despite being the youngest and most inexperienced airman he interacted with on a daily basis. Hyde had been around long enough to recognize a prodigy when eyes are lain upon one.
Workday comes to it's end, and now the trickster fox was free to cause as much mischief as it's heart beckons. Holding the door open, canting head motions towards the exit. Of course, he'd watch her leave. Nearly transparent sheathes of stygian hugging plush and soft rear made carnal temptation too great not to.
"Yeah, I'll work ya a little bit before we go. Gotta earn this meal I guess. Come on, we can take my car."
Wry, witty, and cocksure, he wouldn't have the other's nerves do away with what amounted to a golden ticket. Like hell was any other scrub here going to lay a single grubby finger upon the purest of fertile lands whilst Hyde still possessed the hands necessary to do it.
"You're telling me... it'd somehow be less awkward for a complete, total stranger situate themselves down there with a sharp object? Nonsense. I told you i'll take care of you and I meant it, Monte. What's wrong, don't you trust me?" Ear to ear, lips split to reveal grizzled foxhound's fangs as they accompany each other to nearby lot; Smart device pulled from pocket and spoken to. Her question toward payment ignored, so long as Monte didn't mention it again; the topic would be buried then and there.
"Hey Siri, would you be a doll and unlock my car?"
There were a handful of moments, before soothing and neutral female voice responds in truest neutrality. "Okay daddy. Unlocking your car right now."
The tail lights of modernized hellcat beast flicker; glossed over hide shining in flamboyant red flagrancy amidst the glory of mid day sun. Doors unlocked, safety buckles strapped before he waits a moment. After a few seconds of silence, he'd look at her in faux surprise; albeit a masque masterfully crafted.
"Woah. You're really not gonna ask? I don't think anybody's ever sat in that passenger seat without asking to press my big red button before."
Words may have been laced with hints hints of the sweet cyanide that is exaggeration, though the question had been posed several times in all fairness. Sweeping hand gestures towards vermilion illuminated touch start ignition. It was a clear invitation, and after she pressed it they'd be off as a crimson flash.
"Oh! As far as after care though. You just need to make sure they don't get too dry; keep 'em wrapped too, because friction. They might peel a little after a couple days, but that's normal. And... assuming you can manage to keep 'em out of the sunlight, you should be set."
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A reasonable compromise was easy when one experienced hand is heftier than the inclined other, but that was their little game, was it not? Heavy-lidded gazes, the lofty exploration of palms, it's so unknown to her. Creeping realization serving as fuel to tempering flames; perhaps cocksure mannerisms have taken their final toll. Her potential motives are unclear even to her as cognition hazes and labyrinthine twisted, sedulously cultivating by one remarkably simple desire.
"Ohho~ That sounds like an excuse, old-timer." Desolate mouth chimes, determination set onto a singular arc of her brow. She dares him, testing the shark-infested waters. Monte knows she's overstepping, walking closer than she ought to as they converse and he, accompanying her, with fingers melting into her jacket so that she's a mere breath away.
"Either way it's awkward; I merely wouldn't have to interact with them on daily basis." Unlike you, she concludes with a weary sigh. "But if you particularly want to do it, I'm okay with it. I place myself into your hands."
Surprised, she is not. Every male chasing tail owned cars of this exact make and model, tag chasers flocked them like flies to treacly honey. Feigning nonchalance at best ability, teeth dam the flood of laughter threatening to erupt at unabashed audacity. Monte takes a moment to appraise him fully, the tenebrous breaks betwixt his syllables teeming with astonishment. Simpering tone lowers, balanced only by the inevitable giggle that escapes as she naturally leans into his headroom. Cherry carnage sinfully colors pallor upon familiar intent.
"Is that so? Do they all press your... Big... Red... Button, Major?" Inching forward, gravitational pull kindles the outer-width of sought-after lips. "I guess I'll have to.... be the first not to then."
Recoiling instantly, petite figure bursts at the seams with mirth, salt-brimmed tears cling to fractured eyne. "Ahhhh... I can't breathe. Heh! I hate these cars so much; they are all pussymagnets and trouble. Goddddd... I can't believe you picked this car?! I suspected it'd be something muscle-ly or maybe a timeless classic?!" Palms wipe away tears as their rolling descent forms rivulets.
"I'm dying.... this is too great."
Of course, instructional aftercare was undoubtedly heard, delivered as she staves humor quaking bodice and pressed petals.
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