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 Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 9:22 pm
Returning his kiss she watched him walk away having recognized her unspoken wishes. Following his hug she found that her shirt was drenched. Shaking her head she began to chant her aura flaring for a brief moment. In seconds she was dry once again. It was ironic that she had wanted his company so much during the day, and when she finally got it, she was preoccupied. Shrugging the emerald tressed woman returned back to the subject at hand.
"Yes, he has his moments."
Pausing to trace another runar sentence again she dismissed the wine glass and replaced it with a bottle of water. Her brief bout with choking had done away with her need to drink something hard. Taking swig of the water she tilted her head in the Kitsune's direction.
"So weapons? I don't recall actually hearing about your past. Its an interesting revelation. I must admit in the past I would be horrified by such a thought. That would be hypocritical with some of the things I've done. Weapons manufacture is nothing in comparison..."
The mages expression darkened as she spoke of such but she continued.
"So how does one fall into that line of work. Weapons production doesn't exactly branch from thievery...then again most NGO's aren't led by a bad of rogue magic users."
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 9:23 pm
((Wow out of context rping can feel so random.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 9:42 pm
With no further need to drink, the kitsune's eyes were ever on her companion. It had not occurred to her that someone would actually take an interest in her work. Her first reaction was to prepare carefully what she let be known in a place where the walls almost literally had ears.
"After I returned from China-"
The abrupt pause that followed was definitely out of character, but her expression and body succeeded where her voice otherwise failed. As it was so thoroughly trained to do, she revealed no emotion she didn't want her company to see.
"When I got back, I owned the wealth of eleven people by legal right, even if it wasn't legally earned. Being what I was, going the "straight and narrow" was not attractive to my tastes. Nevertheless - all things considered - I needed stability. I bought out a previous company, targeted all manpower to weapons production, and now I have the most successful and advanced tools of destruction available. Ironically, the nations I supply only want the security of possession. Not so true for the organized crime lords, though."
She had said a lot. Considerably more than she usually does. Falling silent once again, anyone that came in would be oblivious that she was capable of prolonged discussion.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:47 pm
((Diety, Atlas was throwing boulders hundred of miles and casually tossed a rock 300mph. Using the whole of Deity as a fun new baseball bat just gives better handling and durability when compared to a tree. XD))
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:12 am
Caught off guard by the brief moment of what appeared to be surprise, the mage cocked her head to side. Seeing Red resume her veneer of complacency, the green haired woman resumed her normal posture, clasping her hands and listening in earnest.
"Hmmm...Ironically it seems your means of operation seemingly force a stalemate amongst nations. The faster you produce hardware, the less likely one would feel the urge to utilize them as such. Fear of greater reciprocation is an excellent bargaining tool. It also keeps you in the market."
Pausing to drink from her water bottle the mage smiled.
"Such a system almost works superior to pacifism in preventing actual fighting."
Setting down her bottle of water the smile crumbled.
"Sadly its only a matter of time before some fool steps in with a hard on destruction. Interestingly enough those same fools are usually consumed by their own regimes...that never eases the collateral damage in their wakes...but that in turn brings about the need for organizations such as my own. "
Turning her gaze toward the translucent liquid in the bottle, she flicked the bottle watching the ripples.
"One thing begets another..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 11:30 am
"Interesting how things work out, is it not? Sooner or later though, I do believe you'll see some of my work."
Turning about in her stool, the kitsune woman leaned against the bar, gazing at the empty club.
"Fools are growing larger in number, and it is inevitable that the greatest of them will move against the others. I doubt you'll notice, but tension outside is coming to a boil."
Her tail wrapped around her waist and curled in her lap. Absentmindedly, she began to stroke it, her nails seeking out any knots, no matter how miniscule.
"What is the nature of your guild?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 2:11 pm
Crossing her arms over chest the mage nodded her head in agreement with the Ruby kitsune's statements.
"You couldn't be more correct. The world seems to be in state of turmoil and that seems to make both of our professions all the more relevant.'
Slumping over the counter the mage smiled. Propping her face in her palms she answered.
"My guild is an abstract entity to say the truth. We exist as a relief organization bridging many other bodies together. Generally our services exist in the mundane, dealing with humanitarian support during crisis.
This varies between feeding displaced citizens during natural disasters or helping the rebuilding effort following war. On some occasions our true talents are brought into light and we are utilized to aid government forces in say toppling a new regime. We have agents placed in nearly ever sect of society.
As I said its rather abstract what exactly we do. I generally am associated with the infrastructure rather than the actual day to day processes. But those coincide on occasion."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 3:07 pm
Epithany's guild sounded much more like an independent intelligence agency. They had their foot in as many doors as she did. Possibly more. However, they had much more influence in terms of politics, which made little sense to her.
"What interest does your guild hold in government regimes? You have enough power to resist their influence."
For Red at least, it was logical not to care who controlled what so long as no one regime dominated the world. It was part of the reason she did what she did. Scratching her tail, she studied her own query.
"I suppose if you are a humanitarian entity, you will push for what is better for the people. With so many indifferent to their needs, perhaps you are sent by the Mother to balance the scales. Or perhaps I am thinking too much for nothing."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 5:47 pm
He grunted with each motion, keeping his body in motion at a paced rhythm. The strain from the effort showed on his face clear as day as his eyes kept focus on the task at hand. Each breath grew to be more and more labored as the perspiration coating his body glistened under the light. Up and down he went persistently, unwilling to give in just yet. No sound breached that of his own panting and grunting, and he realized in that moment that despite his best efforts, he was reaching his breaking point.
Refusing to just quit, the young kitsune continued. His tail began keeping time with the rest of his body as began to slow down. From his waist up he could feel beads of sweat running down his body and saw it as it blurred his vision. He was good for one more. Ignoring the burning in his chest and the sharp intake of air in his raw lungs, he put everything into this one final lift and plummeted straight down, landing on his back. His breath was hard, but where there was forced inhaling before there was now relieved exhales, his body going into action quickly to steady itself.
It was surprising to him how much engaged his entire body became. What he thought to be a few simple motions turned out to be one of the most exhausting practices known to man, next to soccer.
"Not half bad," the young kitsune announced, a grin of smug satisfaction on his face. "Best 1000 push-ups ever."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 6:51 pm
Chrissy sat slumped in a barstool, facing the main room of the Orion with a small book clutched in her left hand while in her right was a bright red crayon. She seemed fixiated on one page, pressing the crayon onto the page every so often. It was only a few minutes before she swiveled around in the stool and placed the red crayon back into a box of assorted crayons. She pulled out a deep green one and began scribbling lazily along the page. She seemed completely transfixed with what she was coloring, and it was only when Kenta's heavy breathing and pain made her twitch sadly.
"Kenta-san?" She called out worriedly, casting a glance around the main room. He wasn't there. She listened harder, and found him to be in the buiolding but still rather distant. She put the coloring book and crayon down on the bar, sliding from her stool silently before hastily moving where the pulse was loudest. It took her maybe a few minutes before finding Kenta lying in the arena, and her eyes went big. Was he hurt? Oh God! "Kenta-san!" She cried rushing down into the arena where he was resting. "Are you hurt Kenta-san?!" Chrissy's entire disposition made her appear like a small child. Her hands touched his body gently, running along his muscular arms, stomach and everywhere else. Her cheeks were flaming, but as long as Kenta was hurting then it didn't matter.
The diclonius was adorned with rather nice attire this evening. It was a cream white tube top with a green trim along her bust. A Japanese style of bamboo leaves and shoots as a design that dropped to the middle of her thigh with small slits along each side of the shirt. Her pants were hip-hugging and tight, black jeans. Literally clinging to every curve of her body it was surprising to learn they were extremely comfortable. On her feet were a pair of green chucks that matched the ones Kenta had the last time they saw one another.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:08 pm
It was her again. Well this was certainly a very pleasant moment, despite his inability to display as much. His entire abdominal region was so sore, he dared not budge to see her. Instead, he decided to go ahead and play the helpless little boy and see how long he could string her along.
With a groan he pretended to try and turn around to see her, moving just enough to cause very real discomfort in his sides. He didn't have to move much before she was at his side, examining his body with no real understanding of what was wrong with him. Inside he smiled, but outside he grimaced, his right eye shut as though it were too damaged to open. The glow of her cheeks was precious, almost too cute for him to resist, but he restrained himself all the same.
"I can't get up," he said pitifully as he locked his open left eye with hers. "I feel heavy." His continued to breathe hard automatically, being still worn out and too short of breath. His chest was heaving up and down as his lungs struggled to bring in as much oxygen as possible. Sweat was rolling down the natural curves of his body, falling either onto the ring or some concave valley chiseled into his features.
The heat from her body warmed the scent of her flesh, a natural perfume that drowned him in a mixed sensation of ecstasy of mischief. Looking at the worry in her face tickled him dearly, but he was sobered by the natural radiance of her image, particularly her eyes. They consumed him from all around and calmed the body that so wanted to betray him.
"Y-you look-" he was cut off by grunt of discomfort, the source being a sharp pain in his sides again. He had really worked himself to the bone. "You look nice. Did you steal those shoes from my closet?" He tried to laugh, but his lungs contracted, he coughed, and it sides flared again. This was starting to be not so funny.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:23 pm
God he was hot when he was sweaty. No, no focus! Chrissy's cheeks darkened, but she looked even more strained and worried as he groaned and grimaced. It was almost to the point of being fake, but something in her told her that he wasn't kidding. Something was a bit more wrong than he knew. She whined softly, lowering her face adjacent to his. Her cheek nestled affectionately along his sweaty one as she breathed heavily into his ear, "I will help you, Kenta-san." These words sounded so sexual just because it was Christiania and her species. The heavy exhalation of heated breath was enough to drive any man crazy, yet she also sounded so sincere and focused-too bad the sex drowned out sincere.
"Please lie still," she muttered again into his ear, placing her right hand on his heaving chest. His vital organs were struggling, and she made it a point to chill them out. Closing her eyes, she lowered her lips to his earlobe where she commenced to nibble ever so slightly. Glowing ensued from her hand suddenly, shooting a calming medicine to each of his vital organs. Immeadiately his pulse lowered to a much more comfortable rate, and Chrissy sat up smiling. "W-What did you do, Kenta-san?" She whimpered, watching him with her large tortured orbs. Chrissy could barely stand to see Keno in any state other than happy, but to see Kenta hurting...that was just murder to Chrissy's heart. She had to make him better...happy again.
The rest of his body was reacting accordingly to her healing ability, and she figured he would only be sore if that. At his comment about her appearence, she smiled, her fading blush returned. The shoes, well, she giggled contently. "Oh really do you think I'd fit into your shoes?" Chrissy mocked playfully. She actually had really small feet to match her small physical type. Only a six and a half...sometimes a seven depending on the designer. A finger took a strand of loose turqoise hair and coiled the strands around the finger watching Kenta warily. If he needed some mroe attention she would most definetely give it to him without a second thought.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:38 pm
He couldn't resist stiffening when she leaned in on him. For one, he was already rather rigid from exercise, but he had anticipated her to panic a bit more or just kind of cradle his head in her lap or something. Whispering in his ear like that was completely unexpected. Were it not for his seemingly battered body, his rapid heart rate might have given him away at the drop of a hat. His cheeks flushed, but he couldn't tell if she noticed or not because, for all it was worth, he was a downright mess and a head rush might make sense.
Obeying her, whether he wanted to or not, Kenta remained as still as he could, almost too afraid or seduced to do otherwise if he could. What exactly had he gotten into here? Surely he was still pulling a prank, wasn't he? An awkward warming sensation told him he was probably not as in control as he had figured.
When she was done doing whatever it was she did - he was so stunned he had lost the ability to focus on anything but the lingering sound in his ear and the scent that began to suffocate his own - Kenta felt perfectly fine. He had kind of wanted to heal the natural way, but he couldn't be upset with her for doing what she thought was best. When she asked him what he had done to get in that state in the first place, he decided to avoid answering so as not to make her feel bad, or foolish, or whatever.
Fortunately, a different subject presented itself by his own horrible sense of humor. "I don't know if you would fit into my stuff or not." At that very moment, he thought of something that he probably should not have said, but still being up to no good, he continued shamelessly. "You'll have to stay over one night and try them on in the morning." Despite his suggestion and the smile on his face, he continued to lie on the ground, still damp with sweat, but quickly drying now that his internal temperature was no longer compromised.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:46 pm
Her teeth nibbled on her plump, bottom lip as he spoke. Her pulse exploded with her heart. Spend the night with Kenta? She had to admit the idea was so tempting, and she kinda wanted to remember the next time. Wait, next time? Chrissy dropped her gaze in embarassment. Obviously she felt for Kenta, but it was so complicated...still, she enjoyed his reactions to her. Chrissy loved the attention she was getting no matter how humble she was. "Hmmm, well you would have to earn that," she mentioned raising an eyebrow suggestively. God he was like a drug or something.
She slid her body around so that her lap was by his head. She lifted it, placing his skull into her lap, stroking his hair and on ocassion scratching his ears. A complacent smile lingered on her lips while she watched the male. He had seemed a little tense as if something was constricting him completely, but she didn't think too much on it. Her spells sometimes had that affect on people. The diclonius giggled flippantly pressing her lips to his forehead before continuing with her scratching and stroking.
"Besides, Kenta-san, what makes you think I want to spend a night with you?" The diclonius questioned, laughing immeadiately afterwards. It was a smaartass comment, but she knew he wouldn't take it the wrong way. Chrissy never meant to hurt anyone, and Kenta knew that. At least she hoped so. A free hand wandered from his hair down his neck and onto his chest. He was covered with sweat, and the female blushed; however, she found her hand gently stroking his sweat covered skin along his chest and towards his stomach. Christiania coughed, blushing so deep she was nearly a tomato. Her arm retracted, but did not disappear completely. She liked the feel of his flesh...was there anything wrong with that? "G-Gomennasai, Kenta..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:06 pm
He watched her carefully, but not intently, and could see that she was conflicted in much the same way he was. Pure, completely natural libido conflicted with humble respect within her, causing her to want him but refuse to admit it because of who he was and what she was supposed to be to her. Despite it all though, he was more desirous of her than she was of him, and he knew it was because of what she was. No, he wasn't attracted to her just because she was a diclonius, but it certainly didn't make things any less tense between them. Her very essence screamed for physical contact whether she wanted it psychologically or not. That was one of her weaknesses and it needed protection.
After he realized that, she did what he had expected her to do the first time, and placed his head in her lap. He looked up at her with all sorts of different emotions from appreciation and gratitude to respect and pure, innocent affection. Then she started to scratch. Dear god that was just cruel. If she meant to harm him in any way, this was certainly the best way to start because he could not resist melting under a well executed head scratching. Especially around the hears. Closing his eyes, he smiled like a little kid and purred helplessly under her caring touch.
Her question is what brought him back down to earth. There was still enough mischief in him to match wits with her, even being so subdued as he was under the mercy of her nails. It seemed as though he wouldn't have to try so hard to tip the scales in his favor. No sooner had she asked him a very enticing question than she caused herself to blush yet again by stroking his chest, which indeed caused him to fall short of breath for a moment.
Before she could finish her apology, his right arm shot out at her, pulled her down from the back of her head, and drew her lips against his. Yes there was a bit of a smart a** retort in that kiss, but it held an answer to three different statements.
"...well you would have to earn that..." Was this a good start?
"...what makes you think i want to spend the night with you?" Tell me after this kiss you don't want to.
"G-Gomennasai, Kenta..." Oh that's okay.
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