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The woman might have missed the man looking at her the way he did, if she did notice, she wouldn't have been trying so hard to vacate his mind off of the imaginary woman she believed he was into, or maybe she would be as dense as he was to not realize that there could be an actual spark between them. One that wasn't onesided and mutual for a change.
Marching around the room as she managed to finish her ritualistic inspection of every room she decided to settle in even if it was for a few minutes. She did take a bit of her sweet time, despite the small space but returned eventually to catch what the man had to say. "I think we're clear." she stated with a slight smile, dropping on the bed over on her side while she watched him set up his staff on the door. "That's sure to keep things inside the room." she chuckled lightly, her mind sure taking a trip down south with that comment and well aware the man wouldn't figure that.
The woman would sit up as he approached, eyes drifted around the room until she finally did realize this was the only bed that they'd be using. With her previous comment and her defiled mind, she did flush up a little. Shaking her head lightly to brush the thought aside, she reminded herself of the countless times they slept together. It was going to be quite the same, except on a comfortable bed. Come to think of it, it was quite good quality or maybe, she just spend too much time outside to even tell if such luxuries were top notch or not.
The woman crossed her legs under herself, after slipping off her shoes, once he was sitting on the bed with her. She did nod, trying to keep her mind on a leash and not stray away. She did listen to him, close to throwing another burst of laughter at one of the important things he liked to collect when he'd come down to the city. "Well, do collect raw materials mostly, besides some salty delicacies...if we are talking about food. One of the important things I do need is more scrap material for my gloves. You never know when they'd wear off." she would state.
Visiting the fightclub did seem like a good idea, especially since she did still have some pent up rage from when they were still around his kitty friend. The woman's pale hues light up brighter than ever as she sat up better, looking at the male with a bright smile "Can I come?" she'd ask, "Especially if they are open to letting women fight. Even if they aren't I can make arrangements." she'd grin. Although, there was one problem, Fia wasn't exactly the strongest and that might or might not fail her when needed.
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Fang tilted his head as he always did. "Keep things inside? Its meant to keep things- Oh." He was a bit slow to catch onto her jokes at times. He still only got part of her joke. He rolled his eyes with a bright smile. "The only thing we need to keep inside the room is your obstinate sense of humor." That was a new word he had learned from a shopkeeper just that very morning. He wanted to try and blend with the city folk so he needed to use their language.
Fang watched Fia as she sat on the bed. Seemingly testing it out? Or was something wrong? She did look a little red. "Is the bed broken?" He asked with his casual naivety. "I think I can order a new one if need be." He didn't know that things didn't work that way. A toothbrush or pillow maybe, but not a whole new bed.
He leaned back till he was resting on the wall. His hands up in the air folded behind his head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "This is sort of nice... you know, to just sit here." There was tension in the air. He felt it, but didn't know how to address it. He opened one eye wide and it locked onto her. "Raw materials for gloves. We'll definitely get that, after that we can hit the fightclub. I'd love to see you throw a few punches, but we got to be careful. They bet on the fights and if you win too overwhelmingly they will toss us out." Most guys would be worried of their girlfriend getting injured, Fang knew that he needed to worry more about the other guys going against the fierce pink haired beauty. He felt bad for them already.
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The thin string of their bond did make her at times cringe at her choice of humor for their situations, especially when the man actually took time to catch up to her dark humor. Maybe she would think of putting a leash on her tongue if he wasn't as oblivious most times, but alas, she never could, speaking her mind a little too fluently than many - which he may have witnessed happened especially around their new travel partners. The woman raised her brow at the man's choice of words with regards to her statement before passing a toothy grin. "Don't tell me you don't like it.." she teased playfully, still pondering upon his choice of words if they were even apt for the statement he chose to make. He was pretty adorable trying to blend in, she would give him that.
Pale eyes met his golden orbs, a slight smile tugging on her lips as she shook her head lightly. What a sin it would be for her to corrupt his childlike mind. Was she even capable of such a thing? Most certainly, she had lived far too long with real monsters that he happened to be sheltered from. "No, it's fine. Plus I don't think you get a bed replaced in places like these." she'd state quietly. He was too precious to be corrupted. "Maybe it's just my mind processing the feeling of a bed after not having one for so long." she chuckled.
Maybe acknowledging the cause of her dismay to be something other than what it truly was made her feel a tad bit at ease sharing the bed with her male companion. She watched him ease up against the wall and soon she too returned to her previous position, laying back on the bed over her belly with her arms to prop her up. "It sure is, I can't remember the last time we got to relax like this." she sighed.
Taking one hand up to slip off the hairtie that held her long tail together, she passed him a slight grin at the thought of fighting someone without getting into trouble, maybe she dismissed his advice about keeping her wins to a minimum. "Oh don't worry, it'll all work out." she grinned, sitting up now as she crawled closer to the male, a new gleam of excitement in her eyes. "What kind of people usually show up to those fight clubs? What's the highest a person bids there? Is it common for women to fight? Do they allow the use of weapons?" she'd ask, inching closer almost with each question with little to no regard for his personal space. It was something she took particular interest in after quite a long time, not to mention fighting was something she had a particular liking for- and if she could draw blood - it was something magical.
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Fang nodded in agreement with her comment about how it took a while to get used to a bed compared to the rougher surfaces they were used to. "It is nice to sleep on something soft and warm every now and then." He would say a bit absent minded as he focused on the soft bed below them. "Its strange to feel so relaxed even though we have a big mission ahead of us. Well, one that seems big anyways." He would close his eyes again. His biceps muscles bulging from his arms folding behind his head.
Fang would open a eye to scan her face as she asked questions about the fight club excitedly. "No. Women never join, well, on occasion they have a huntress, but its very rare as they consider this sort of thing beneath them. Those hunters are a noble lot afterall." he closed his golden eye as he continued. "They don't allow weapons. Not in the normal fights, but on occasion they have a deathmatch. Usually two dudes who want to duel to the death which is currently illegal. Hence why this is an underground fightclub." He didn't know what else he could say. It was a simple thing overall. Betting on fights, was what most people did down there.
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The woman would look back at the male then down at the bed, of course, it was nice to have the small bits of luxury they got in the city, but they shouldn't start to get too comfortable here considering their mission, which he didn't fail to remind her about. "We must be tired, or just drawn to this new luxury? We'll get back on track by daybreak and once around the city." she stated, nodding lightly to herself at that thought. They did journey for quite some time, not to mention all those days of sleeping on a hard floor might have not been the best on their bodies despite them being so used to it.
The woman eventually sat back on her legs, shifting shortly until they were folded under her. She did look a tad bit disappointed but he never said she couldn't fight, so, there was that hope that she would be able to do what she wanted to. A small smirk curled on her lips as she nodded. "Well then, tomorrow seems like it'll be a fun day!" she stated with a little chuckle to herself.
Watching him sitting all relaxed and against the wall did make her want to pester him, and it didn't take long before she would fuel the thought by standing on the mattress, walking over to the wall and slipping her slender arm around his neck through the small gap, locking her arm around his neck but not hard enough to choke him. "Would you like to go against me tomorrow?" she asked, tightening her grip but only mockingly, also because of the wall and the way he was pressed against it that barely gave her room to inflict more damage than she intended to.
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Fang was surprised when she came onto him and put her arms around his neck as a faux choke. "Go against you?" He was kind of unsure about what she meant for a moment, and then it clicked. His eyes lit up. "I don't think that is against the rules..." a large grin took over his face as he pushed it closer to hers. His eyes bright with excitement at the idea that he just had, and he was sort of enjoying her choke hold on him. "We should both fight strangers, and of course I'll place bets on you, we'll earn some easy cash, then we will face off at the end for a finale!" He was really excited about the idea.
He looked into her eyes trying to read what she thought. "I don't think we should place any bets on ourselves though when we fight, we should just have fun at the end, but the typical rules are that you must at least knock the other person unconscious..." It would be weird to do a real fight versus someone he cared about. Yet, the sadistic side of him was coming out. The hellfire behind his eyes sort of wanted to choke Fia out. It was strange how his passion could switch from traditional to sadistic in an instant. Something he didn't understand about himself. "You can't hold back if we do this..." He said eyeing her neck with fiery eyes.
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Fia glanced down at the man as he processed her suggestion, in all honesty, she might just use this opportunity against him to get back at him for liking someone else, besides taking in two faunus women into their duo and making it into a band of misfits who didn't necessarily like each other - except the lovable chuck of muscle named Fang.
Pale hues followed back into his molten golds, feeling a quick tug against her chest when she'd notice him bring his face closer to hers. Her grip on him loosened as she started to feel a tad bit nervous, why was she so close to him? She quickly shook her head, trying to brush aside those cursed feelings before she took in what he said. He wasn't phased by this distance, he most certainly didn't seem like he was any nervous about her so close to him..so close that she could smell his alluring scent mixed with the slight natural musk. Focus! she reminded herself. "That sounds like a good idea, money and a chance to brawl my favorite opponent." she would state with a grin, "Seems like we are going to have quite a productive day tomorrow." she would add with a bright grin like his.
"Well then, consider yourself knocked out tomorrow big guy, I'm not going down without a fight." she would state to him. She did know she was at a disadvantage if Fang was going to show off his strength, but she didn't believe there was something she couldn't do. Besides, she could at least play dirty to get her win, he was a man after all and she had a few tricks up her sleeves to make him stumble if not fall. Then again, it was Fang she was going against, not any ordinary man, the very thought made her lips curl into a smirk again, almost forgetting the fluster she had just a moment ago with him being too close.
The grip on his neck tightened this time, a sadistic desire to hurt him overwhelming her now as she slipped her frame behind him to add leverage, this time, it was turning into quite a struggle to hold back. Then again, he did ask her not to, even if he meant it for their fight tomorrow. "Oh don't worry, you won't be moving for a while after I'm done with you." she grinned, leaning closer to rest her chin against his head as she applied enough pressure to make it uncomfortable. "I'm going to make it hurt so bad, you're going to hate me..." she stated, nuzzling against his hair lightly as she felt her desires taking over, her being overwhelmed with excitement now and the kind of rush she didn't want to quench just yet. As odd as it would have seemed, the thought of hurting her dear Fang was exciting her in ways that would make it seem disturbing to keep her around any longer.
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narxfang
Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2019 2:44 pm
Diana Eglantine Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.
The soft breeze greeted large and transparent prism pastel butterfly-Isis wings cutting through it without much trouble. Seemingly gentle fluttering sounds could be heard as a rather petite and lithe form came closer to the square of the city. Unfamiliar with any laws or rules when it came to flying in public, the young butterfly was a bit nervous, when flying into the city. She would notice many a person (human and faunus alike) try to jump out of the way."Whoops, sorry,"She called with an apologetic smile to those she had missed before getting a clear enough spot to touch down upon.
Oh no!The petite butterfly panicked as someone walked into her landing space. Well, too late to dodge, she would be crashing.Ouch. was her last thought before she would boulder into a fairly tall, slim young man of dark hair and dress."Ahh!"She yelled out upon landing on this poor man's back.Ugh, my head,She thought as she dizzily sat up."Sorry..."She grumbled.
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In a daze by the size of the mass city his gray eyes were bright in their reflective gaze. He scan side to side, to and fro, and drank in the mass huddled hues of humans and faunus known as civilians which call this city home. It was a far cry from the town he knew and a lot more confusing with so many winding streets and so many buildings which narrowly reach to touch a cloud. It was very colorful and loud of a city, and so much so the young man dressed in all black didn't even know what hit him when he was suddenly, and a little violently, shoved to the ground.
Shell shocked and dizzy, the onyx haired young man grumble a discomfort before asking openly to no one. "What happened?" As he lay there on the cold and dirty concrete floor of the city the lad reached towards his back to rub the ache away when something happened. His hand could feel something soft but his back felt quite round, more that what is normal, and didn't send a sensation of touch to his brain. The steel gray eyed warrior, with swords to his side strapped and swiveled to lay just as he is, worried he had lost sensation in his back due to the fall and then gave the soft roundness on his back a good squeeze to see if he'd be able to feel it.
Though, foolishly, the young man didn't realize someone was actually sitting on his spine.
Company:: No one (Or so he thinks) Clothing:: In picture Feeling:: Ouch Condition:: Healthy Location:: Streets Card account:: 1,000.00$ Items:: Scroll,
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Fang chuckled "Favorite opponent huh? I can't even remember the last time we fought!" His eyes were bright like a kid at Christmas receiving presents at just the idea of fighting someone like Fia. Someone he knew wouldn't die easily, and someone he could learn from. This thought distracted him as she slid behind him for a tighter choke. Cutting his chuckle off. His muscles started to tighten. They were incredibly powerful and his skin was tight against them. He looked to his left, but she was behind him and he couldn't see her more than a tiny bit out of one eye, but a strand of her beautiful hair was on his face and he enjoyed the flora scent Fia had. It brought a charming smile to his face as he leaned back and pressed her against the wall with some force."I believe you'll make it painful, but don't think the pain won't be mutual!" He said as he increased the force that pushed her against the wall. Just enough to cause some discomfort. He felt her chest firmly pressed against his back as well as every other part of her. Something he normally wouldn't pay attention to, but for some reason he had goosebumps on his arm and neck due to the sensation of being so close to Fia, the inflicting of pain was also somehow... pleasurable. "We will need a safeword..." He spoke softly. His mouth had a soft cedar smell to it. "You know, a word or phrase to tap out when its too much. To ensure we don't break any bones or something that would be troublesome later?" His smile was nothing short of radiant. "Otherwise our fight will be counter productive." This last sentence came out a bit slow as he twisted half way around so that his muscled ribs were now what was shoving Fia into the wall. His face turned to face her, much closer than anticipated, his nose was but a few millimeters from hers. His mouth, but a few centimeters. He stood still for a long moment. His eyes drifting up from her lips to her pale eyes. Something strange welling up inside of him. And then he suddenly pushed off the wall and away from her. Letting her free. His heart was racing, and he didn't know why. A hand went to his chest to feel it. What was this? He was lost in thought now.
Diana Eglantine Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.
The young butterfly faunus was still in a daze of sorts as she would try to gain her bearings again. After apologizing in a grumble, her hands would move down to rest on the squirming person she had crashed into. Before she could hear a word from this stranger though, she would see his hand moving towards and down her backside. Moving her wings in a way that would make themselves out of temporary range of wandering hands. In truth she wouldn't have been bothered if there hadn't been a hard squeeze."Ow! Hey, that hurts,"a soft-spoken light soprano voice sweet as honey and innocently childlike to the ears snapped at the attacker. He would then feel a gentle but firm smack on the back.How rude!She internally sulked until he would actually let go of her.
If/when she was freed, the insectile girl would push off none-too-gently and stand from her straddled position before moving away to stand to the left of the young man. Waiting for him to stand and regain himself, she would dust off and fix her clothes.Well, that was one of my worse landings...She then looked up to the raven-haired male human with large and curious deep purple eyes."Sorry about that,"Diana apologized sincerely, her gaze calm.He's tall,She thought to herself as she awaited his response.
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2019 7:01 pm
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Zechariah de La Vallière
To his grasp a voice of quite sound loudly protest which was soon followed by a hand on his back. The supposed firm hand felt somewhat smaller than the gray eyed fighter thought they would have been but after turning just enough to allow to look behind, he noticed her there sitting on him. His eyes brighten a little as he was taken by the sight of hair as ivory as the moon and eyes as deep a violet as amethyst stone. Like a doe eyed man meeting nobility for the first time, the young fighter was there frozen for a moment, a split second, before then seeing the little lady lift herself off him.
Her dismount was somewhat rough but the young man had an idea as to why. Picking himself off and rising to his own feet, the onyx haired warrior dusted himself and then readjusted his pants before paying attention to the smaller winged lady. "Ah, it's fine. Not like it really hurt me anyway." He lied like any other guy maybe would since he didn't want to leave the girl feeling guilty. "A-Anyway, my bad for...you know." He calmly raised his hand and did a grabby motion, obviously apologizing for his wandering hand. "Anyway, why such a rush with such lovely wings? Is there an event going on in the city today?" His gray eyes were bright with curiosity as the small town boy lightly lean back and forth on his heels and it was then that a breeze from the bright sunny sky would caress his onyx hair to allow a better view of her youthful face; A small scar across his cheek telling of a past one might think of such a sweet looking face.
Diana Eglantine Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.
Her wings folded and resting against her back now, the young butterfly looked to the young man with confusion."Are you sure you are alright?"She slightly doubted that anyone would be okay after kissing the ground like that. She soon shrugged it off though as he apologized, understanding his gesture.Well, he's nice it seems."It's alright. Just don't do it again,"Diana replied, forgiving him already, if she had to be honest since it was a mistake.
Her purple gaze then looked around confused as he had confused her.Are all humans this way?She wondered before shaking her head to his question about her rush."I just wanted to land...I couldn't see you until I was close enough, and by the time I saw you, I was already starting down,"She replied with rather blunt honesty. She tilted her head slightly to the side with her gaze resting on the facial mark like a curious child."How did you get that?"A petite and dainty feminine finger pointed at it before she would fold her hands in front of her.
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Zechariah de La Vallière
"Oh, this?" He asked before then motioning to the scar on his cheek. "I got it form dying" with a wink and a smartass smirk he left it as it was before then posing his own question to the inquisitive butterfly. "Do you happen to have a tramp stamp or two?"
Diana Eglantine Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.
She nodded slightly to his motioning of his scar, her eyes widened slightly."How did you nearly die?"She asked, intrigued to hear such a tale. He was obviously not as shy as he once portrayed, so surely he would not mind answering.He must be either very strong or very lucky.Diana then looked genuinely puzzled by his question.
Being raised outside of a culture where such terminology or symbolism of said term would be used, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes bearing her question before she would inquire."What is a tramp stamp?"She sounded neither offended or defensive.Is it something you use, or wear?She would try to figure it out in her own mind, but would wait for his answer to her question. But since he had asked her, she would ask him in turn."And do you have one to show me?"
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