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 Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 8:08 pm
"Whatever kind are willing. Clothes only have to come so far off. How vulnerable the pillow? 'In cities of Chalcis, Love, looser of limbs Thrives side by side with courage'. " Catch them in the pants and their heads more likely to turn to corruption. Since that's supposed to be a priority. Or killing them,"Bischofite." " The enemy I can track and find again with auras. A civilian with too many answers....much more difficult." "As it is, opposition can be guided by its weak links. Tsui is known, and I know her more as I meet her. Leaving her after a skirmish lets her endanger her friends with her predictability during a real battle. She'll do that same s**t and then two or three idiots will be put in a bad way to save her. " Foolhardy it could be, but since he was leaning in some capacity on informality, she approached with slow steps and moved close enough that there was a fists width only between their mouths. She inhaled, the motion of it intentionally sensual. "You need to smoke better."
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 5:23 pm
Finally he met someone willing to forego petty allotments of self-esteem or old, practiced morals to achieve the needs dictated by their faction. Too long had he muddled through gutter trash and gutless grunts, petulantly digging at themselves as some desperate means to appease their superiors. Most would balk at the notions she so easily described, him included to a skin-crawling extent, yet she understood that no concepts exceeded the importance of their duties. Become the cause. Transcend to ideals and abandon personal recoil.
"A civilian wis' too many answers, in turn a general, and your quarry escapes. Slighted and shortchanged in hindsight. I must'f disappointed you, Schörl." Were he one for pet names, Shirley immediately came to mind. "I find zat prediction incurs a false sense of security - a surprising change in events is far more rewarding zan a few trite missteps among ze enemy."
But the new captain had other plans in different discourse, her body language spelling a creeping down his arms and through his core. A telltale immolation he knew on rare occasion - one that he both welcomed and abhorred in perfect duality. But Bischofite remained in his standing, far too close to the striking blonde to maintain ample composure of himself, but enough to cover his countenance in practiced stoicism. When her intentions finally came to life, Bischofite started to laugh out of welcome relief and surprise. "I knew zere was somesing I liked about you. You're different, you're very different." The Saarlander general turned his back to the blonde and approached the dumpster, where his cigarette wavered in a losing fight against the slow whispers of air that lulled through the alley.
"I need to smoke better," he echoed, stunting the sentiment with a chuckle. He swept up the cigarette between gloved fingers before casting it aside into the alley, where it rolled toward the street where senshi met officer. "And what would you recommend, Schörl? Lucky Strikes? Pall Malls? Dunhills? Or are you next going to tell me I smoke girls' cigarettes because zey're 100s?" His mirth shone in his eyes, despite his unchanging countenance.
"But if we're really going to peter off on ze pas' of tobacco discussion, we won't need our uniforms for long."
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 10:14 pm
His non-reaction to her approach was so boring, but such were the masking uses of such length coat-dress type ensembles. If there were bodily reactions to belie the masks people wore, yards of fabric served to conceal the rest. The temptation was to flat her palm forward and check manually, but he was already turned and moving away. Opportunities missed, story of any sad life."I don't gender pleasure, unless I'm pleasuring for a specific gender, " She took a casual stance and fished out her pipe from an inner breast pocket of her uniform where she stashed it before heading on patrol. She fished out an antique gold and horn cigarette case as well and tossed it over to the General. "Home blend." "Case holds 8, 4 of each blend for the month. Keep it. One side makes you larger, and the other smaller, " The last part was his choice to find out by asking Alice. She considered their banter and the uniforms while tamping and lighting her pipe. Chastising a superior officer was dangerous business, but it was also part of the SpecOps general purpose, "You undermine the Unknown Fear factor of what we all do by saying words like 'quota' in their hearing. It gives them rhyme and reason."
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 10:05 am
Bischofite caught the relic and later scrutinized it with interest - it lacked a cheapness inherent in cases lately, nor did it look like a recent craft. Old, yet well taken care of. So why would she let him keep it? What was her angle? Gold eyes parted from the case to watch their former owner, though that same sharp gaze lightened a little in regards to her cryptic message.
Bischofite popped open the case with relative ease and lifted it to his nose. Its contents smelled appealing enough, but neither side smelled distinctively different - and it was folly to hope so, considering they sat in close proximity to one another for an unidentifiable length of time. Setting his teeth, Bischofite plucked one of each from their respective bands, and on further inspection, found absolutely no difference or marking on each of the cigarettes. The general found it increasingly bizarre that one who crafted her own cigarettes would refrain from labeling them to keep track of her endeavors.
Nevertheless Bischofite slipped one of the cancer sticks between his lips, a practiced perch in the corner of his mouth, while the remaining cigarette was returned to its (presumably) correct housing. In truth, he had no idea which was which so he tucked it away in the nearest spot he could find.
Closing the case with a snap, Bischofite tucked the ornate container into an inner breast pocket of his uniform. It required him to unhook the clasp near his throat, and such an easy movement exposed a thin lining of red beneath the coat, but soon even that was rendered hidden again. "Perhaps I undermine it, but small ventures lead to interesting results. You seem like ze type to understand 'nossing ventured, nossing gained'. It may not be my place to dispense such information, but we bos' know zat our enemy is far too disorganized to make potent use of what it's given. Besides, lulling zem into a sense of predictability might be a little interesting, especially when one defies preconceived notions of ze Negaverse."
"Got a light, Schörl?" He could lick the filter til it reduced to pulp, but it offered little impression of her purported 'home blend'.Ivynian i figured this post didn't last 15 minutes in their time
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 4:01 pm
He was curious of the new acquisition, and she was pleased to see that curiosity won over caution. All that avian business on his uniform had some merit. And he was trying to detect a difference, which was delightful. That would ruin the game, pretty crow."Naturally." She was pulling out her lighter as it was to get her pipe started. She was no stranger to the gamble of risks and rewards, having even just proposed it. The case of the specific piece of risk and information seemed to come down to personal opinion of worth or the risk. It would take some more weighing against the situation- Tsui as the source, that he was a civilian at the time. She joined his side in a moment, holding out the open flame in offer. "Fair enough. We will see. I don't have high hopes anything will come of it from her positive or negative. Is there hope you had to try such a risk with the Tiger rather than a different pet? Or just spur of the moment opportunity seized? " And which did you get, Derrie, Alice or a Cigarette? She kept a sharp eye on his pupils, on the blush of his mouth, on the flash of his neck. It would take time, but it was just too good. And she hoped he would pass it on once he figured it out.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 8:37 pm
Bischofite leaned toward the lighter and the tip of the cigarette caught readily enough. Taking a drag, the general soon plucked the stick from his lips, where it pinched perfectly in the webbing between his index and middle finger. "I expect zat she won't act on ze information. She doesn't possess ze mind for such sings - as such, she'll never be a true sreat - just a nuisance haunting ze streets. I could'f picked a better target for such sings, but I suspect I won't get a second chance at it. Encountering a battle while in civilian attire proves exceedingly rare, despite how often we cross our enemy. Asinine, isn't it?" Both his motives and the irony behind their uncommon situation earned the acerbic title.
Bischofite drew on the cigarette once more, the warm and surprisingly smooth blend coasting down to his lungs on cancerous smoke. It tasted quite unlike the trashy brands he bought at any willing convenience store - the very blend he often joked was the remnants swept up after all the other flavors were produced in batches for the day. Maybe he chose such a terrible flavor to convince himself to quit. But as he opened his mouth to compliment Schörl's excellent taste, he paused.
Somehow the street lamp cast such a radiant, vibrant glow that even the streets below lit with harlequin colors. They danced and wavered across the pavement, along with the lamp itself. The general's eyes trailed upward, across neon signs so impossibly variegated that he began to second guess his own state of mind. And once his eyes touched the stars, he knew for certain - as nothing in the sky ever held such indescribable color as they shimmered across the darkness.
His hands trembled slightly. Sweat edged over his skin, or maybe he just became aware of it. And perhaps even more strangely, the taste on his tongue from the cigarette's filter seemingly changed with his shifting perceptions of the world around him. What was once a dull olive, what was once a slightly bitter, pulpy taste, soon turned to vibrant green and a hint of sourness creeping across his taste buds. He couldn't explain it. But the more he thought about it, the more the general realized that Schörl just tampered with his very perceptions. What he saw constantly shifted, somehow, but innately he understood its basic properties with clarity.
Zum Beispiel, he thought. Schörl's shifts almost imperceptibly, as if I'm watching her through water, but I can touch any part of her with uninhibited precision. To prove it, the general took her arm at the bicep. Surely enough, warm cloth pressed into a gloved hand as he felt the weight and resistance of her muscles. He grinned, and somehow this was fine.
It was fine because he now watched himself beneath a microscope, as if his dimensions seemingly altered or his mind expanded to allow multiple layers of scrutiny. Were he aware of such thoughts while in his normal state, he could verify the validity of the statement, you're on drugs. "Taller... Or smaller." The Saarlander started to laugh. "Schörl, you devious little s**t, what haf' you done to zat cigarette?" Despite harsh words, the smile lingered. "And more importantly, why haven't I sought of it before? What a brilliant idea..." A shallow gasp sounded from his throat.
Discovering Schörl was suddenly worth far more than his experience as collateral damage.Ivynian i was gonna beat you down, but then i got high...
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 5:54 pm
Schörl waited in anticipation, keeping the resolve of a smooth poker face up until the General had her arm- then her mouth split Cheshire style. "Not the cigarette, pet. The filter. The paper. Lysergide is a fairly simple lacing agent. Winter cracks our lips and we do lick them, do we not?" She stepped nearer the General and his grip, blowing the words across his ear on Caterpillar puffs from her own pipe. "A roulette you can play yourself on a few others, with three more special blends to spare- or to enjoy yourself at leisure. " "Care to chase the white rabbit? Or are you tired out for the night? You will be welcome if you can keep focus and keep up, " She backed in a moment, ignoring the protests of her skirmish with Tsui. She liked the abandon of traversing powered through the city, and the path from where they stood to her loft and its social pillow castle was wonderfully fraught with neon, late night music halls, interesting bridges and billboards- a treat for heightened senses. If he didn't follow, it was equally as well. General's were dangerous to have attention from for just play. In stark contrast to whatever sociology tells us of the bonding and learning benefits of play. She was off like a shot, her voice singsong to the air, "Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?" Strickenized This can probably be worked towards a close or closed on your post unless there was more desired of it?
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 3:18 pm
Her words tickled as her breath brushed his ear, only agitating his goosebumps further. He acknowledged her sensual approach with an interest not often displayed beyond a drug-induced state. Of course - why augment the blend itself and risk discovery when one can tamper with the filter instead? "Clever," he offered, though the word tasted somehow metallic.
She smelled good, he considered, in a way he could not characterize beyond colors. Strange - he never related the two before.
Her voice caught strange tones, trawled them straight from the ambient air. And for a moment, the general felt he could see those very tones adrift like a broken wind, simply coasting between objects and lights and ideas, as if the very space around him crowded with such elements. To see the intangible... Perhaps an interjection to another dimension accurately described his feelings. Clear, concise, yet... Somehow flooded in a manner he could both comprehend and utilize. Suddenly Bischofite became aware that the atmosphere spoke of ideas, feelings, gestures, memories, and perhaps even secrets - and with his strangely opened sense of awareness, he could determine which unique fixture he might pursue.
But with Schörl's words, the Saarlander peered through the torrent of new perceptions to feel the captain peeling away, and soon he scattered every ideal while he sprinted to catch up with her. Despite the wavering sights, the slow shimmer of narrow pipes or an eternally shifting ledge, Bischofite's instincts proved true and no folly came of his altered state. He paused in light of a marvelous neon sign, expertly crafted out of reds, blues and greens, and watched as the colors drifted like Japanese spirits dancing across the sky. Soon her signature felt faint, petering off the edge of his senses, so he wrenched himself from the scene and pursued her fading auric energy that practically spelled her name.
Soon enough he'd close the distance, if only to sate his curiosity further - but that curiosity lent to baser deeds.Ivynian fin! pretty sure schorl made a friend
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