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 Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 6:27 pm
Quote: "I believe Thorne mentioned you were looking for employment with us," She continues fluidly, the hand in her hair sliding down as to curl a few fingers lightly beneath her chin. "I would be very interested in your reasons."
~Ember~
Ember nods, a weak smile turning up the corners of her mouth and internally thanks the Mistress for not questioning her further on just what exactly the 'disagreement' was.
Forget it...her mind soothes her, the cockroach deserved it.
"It's been about a week, I haven't gone back to my place since, although he had no idea where I lived. For personal reasons I insisted on getting paid only in cash, Maurie's place wasn't really in the wrong part of town to question a request like that. So I know he's got no idea where I am, but..." She frowned, and that's about the only good thing you ever did for me you piece of scum.
She takes a moment to think about how she would answer that next question. Why did she want to work there? Safety? A feeling of belonging? The basic necessity of paying rent for her crappy studio on 13th? They all sounded good in her head, but she knew she'd have to do much better then that to inspire Lady Francesca into hiring her on the spot.
Ember clears her throat and sits up a little straighter, meeting the Mistress's eyes as she says; "I've never really felt like I belonged anywhere before, been running since I was sixteen. My parents are dead, and I haven't seen my brother in ten years...I'll give you every strength I've gotten on my own in that time. I'm a hard worker, and...and well I know it might sound corny..." Ember chuckles before continuing, "but I really feel like this is where I should be, with these people. And I want to help find those bastards before they get anyone else." Ember speaks the last few words with a flash in her honey colored eyes and a tingle in her fingertips that moves up her arms in an electric wave.
As fast as it comes, the desire to take action against such injustice vanishes from her face as a final unspoken thought struggles to to reach the surface of speech.
I don't want to be alone anymore...
Ember clamps her lips tightly together, pushing the feeling away.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 6:53 pm
{ - Lady Francesca - } A faint smile traces over the Mistress's lips, initially brought on by the 'disclaimer' but soon after enforced by the girl's determination. Ember had just revealed another trait of those that managed to find their way to her presence.. sheer, stubborn tenacity. Her eyes lower momentarily at the young woman's comment about preventing further injustices, the digits curled beneath her chin shifting as her index finger begins to softly pet the skin of her neck just below her ear. There is a short moment of silence after Ember finishes while Francesca considers the information presented to her. After the lingering pause, she leans forward towards the girl, her pale hands gently reaching out for to her. "Give me your hand child," the Lady murmurs, a coquettish smile emerging as her voice laces with a light humour, "No fear.. I won't bite."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 7:06 pm
~Ember~
Ember blinks, taken a little off guard by the unexpected response from the woman across from her. Unable to hold back the nervous laugh rising in her throat, she slowly raises her slender hand to meet those of the Mistress.
Without the shield of the glove, Ember's hand is hot to the touch, the tattoos are smooth and unblemished, but almost seem to shift in subtle shades upon closer inspection of their detail.
She holds her breath, preying that the Mistress was actually joking about the whole biting thing...
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 7:08 pm
Rikki Tikki Travi ~Freya~When Kendal grabs Freya's jacket, she finds herself having to fight back the urge to bite her hand. She can't help but utter a small, and very canine sounding, growl complete with dirty look. She is not surprised to see Kendal shrug her off so easily. When Kendal releases her and explains why it would be better for her to wait, Freya starts to protest. Then something unexpected happens, she listens to reason. Her posture relaxes and she nods solemnly, "Alright, I getcha. I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries."
"There's a good girl," Kendal purrs to the canine, her tone only faintly mocking. As a waitress meanders by, Kendal reaches out and snags one of the longnecks resting on her tray. The girl whips around to protest, her expression highly displeased, only to sigh in resignation as she discovers the culprit. Giving the feline a playful glare, the server rolls her eyes and heads back towards the bar for a refill.
Grinning briefly at the raspberry, Kendal then offers the beer to Freya. "here, have a treat."
She giggles faintly at the slight n** on her neck from the frisky redhead, who's lap she is still occupying. Giving Kali a rewarding squirm, she shakes her head at the canine across from them. "You're really hot to trot to find these guys like, right now, five minutes ago, yesterday.. aren't ya?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 7:22 pm
~Freya~
Freya glares at Kendal and folds her ears back. She growls at the feline only half seriously, "Don't you patronize me. I'm not some simpleton that can be bought off..." When she is offered the beer she halts in mid-sentence, her ears shooting straight up and her tail wagging with excitement.
Her eyes light up as she squeals, "A Brueske!" She takes the longneck eagerly with both hands and raises it to Kendal proclaiming, "Arigato neko-chan!" She takes a healthy swig and sighs heavily. Her expression then just as quickly becomes serious. Her ears lower and her tail slows to a halt. She grumbles and playfully cuts her eyes at Kendal, "That's both not fair, and it doesn't count. I can't resist a free drink."
She takes another swig and licks her lips, looking Kendal up and down as she wiggles onto a seat at the bar. Her right ear tips to one side as she thinks. Then, as usual, she says what's on her mind. "So were you born with the ears and tail like I was, or is that a graft?" She says this innocently before taking another swig.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 7:40 pm
{ - Lady Francesca - }The Lady decided to keep her amusement at the girl's reaction to herself, instead focusing on the slender hand now cradled in her own. Regardless of the vampiric rumours surrounding Francesca outside of the Muse, her flesh is warm and supple. Comely fingers slip to press against Ember's palm, turning her hand downwards, while the other slides above to brush fingertips along the sensitive skin between Ember's wrist and knuckles. The featherlight touch seems almost charged, sending light shivers up her arm. Franky seems to be aware of the effect her attentions are having, her gaze traveling up the tattoos, following every line, every curve. "When did these appear?" She asks quietly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 7:56 pm
Quote: "When did these appear?" She asks quietly.
~Ember~
Ember tries to think, the effects of the Mistress's delicate touch making her mind feel fuzzy, her thoughts drowsy and disconnected. She shakes herself internally and tries to form a coherent response. "Mm...when I was sixteen, the same night as the accident."
She swallows, looking down thoughtfully at her free hand. Memories crowd her mind, each pushing and pulling to be seen and heard before Ember slams the door shut, locking them safely away.
Coward...you're going to have to face it eventually you know, her mind taunts her as Ember continues. "I don't really remember much about it, there was a fire, and after everything was said and done, I had them."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 7:59 pm
Rikki Tikki Travi ~Freya~She takes a healthy swig and sighs heavily. Her expression then just as quickly becomes serious. Her ears lower and her tail slows to a halt. She grumbles and playfully cuts her eyes at Kendal, "That's both not fair, and it doesn't count. I can't resist a free drink."She takes another swig and licks her lips, looking Kendal up and down as she wiggles onto a seat at the bar. Her right ear tips to one side as she thinks. Then, as usual, she says what's on her mind. "So were you born with the ears and tail like I was, or is that a graft?" She says this innocently before taking another swig.
Pouring herself another shot of ta'kill'ya, the feline nods in response to the multiple choice inquiry. "Both actually. I was born a mal-formed half breed," she recalls, rather honestly, "My ears and tail were only partially finished growing, and looked more like a graft that had gone horribly wrong. When the Mistress took me in, she helped me fix the issues of deformity, assisting me to achieve the aesthetically pleasing alternative that you see now." The last words uttered bringing her signature grin to spread along her face.
"I've got no complaints," she finishes with a wink. "What about you? How did you get a furry trapped inside? I bet that gives you some freaky a** dreams."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 8:19 pm
~Freya~
Freya nods in understanding to Kendal's story. She thinks it a very good reason. She then grumbles into her mug at the feline's inquiry, making bubbles before putting it down to speak. "My dad attacked a pack of shadow stalkers, killed their alpha, and paid the price for it with a curse. When I was born it was passed to me with just the ears. Then when I hit puberty the tail grew in."
She muses as she reminisces about that time, "I tell ya, as if being self conscious about having a flat chest wasn't bad enough...ugh." She snickers as she raises her mug and takes a smaller swig of her drink. With an absent mind, she solemnly reminisces about another thing. "I used to hate my dad because of it. It wasn't until a little while ago that I learned to accept her."
She shakes her head as if in a daydream and grins back at Kendal, raising her glass to the feline, "To girls with tails."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 10:35 pm
{ - Kendal - }
With a faint laugh, she offers her shot glass to Kali then raises the bottle of Cuervo. ".. and those who chase them!" the feline adds enthusiastically, casting a wicked glance towards the redhead she is seated upon.
Taking a healthy swig, she hisses softly after swallowing, "... *meer* .. smooth." Delicately she brings her manicured fingertips up to brush her mouth clean. "So are you going to be leaving to find Marie? If Ember is actually accepted into the club, you can bet that Marie is where the Mistress will be sending her. She handles all of the newbies around here. Better beside manner I guess. That does mean, however, that you'll need another partner. If that girl is not yet clued into the circus, Mistress certainly isn't going to use her first day as an introduction to it."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 11:10 pm
~Freya~
Freya takes a swig and nods her head. "I guess I'd better go find her then, before the newbie gets to her first. As far as her not being clued into the circus, she probably knows more than she realizes. Something tells me there's more to the story that is locked away in that pretty little head of hers. Call it a gut feeling."
She places down the longneck and hops up, "Thanks for the drink Whiskas. I owe you one. Could you please point me in the direction of Marie?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 11:24 pm
{ - Kendal - }
Kendal laughs again, offering the canine a shrug of her pretty shoulders. "Hell if I know," she tells Freya dismissively, "The only person who would be able to give you a remotely accurate answer to that question just waltzed off upstairs with the other redhead. Meaning that if Marie is the one the Mistress will be sending Ember off to, you are doubly screwed because Thorne will be leading the way.. and unlike you, she knows where she is going."
Smirking to herself at the poor pups predicament, Kendal pours Kali another shot. "Still, if it helps, Marie is usually either upstairs attending to the displays or downstairs in an appointment with one of the Mistress's clients. It is still early, so I doubt she's downstairs." The feline pauses for a moment of contemplation, her cat-slitted eyes glancing up towards the ceiling. "Actually, there is a particularly creepy tapestry on the second floor. It's one of the displays." Her gaze and attention returns to Freya. "You might try looking there first. Marie 'visits' that thing at least twice a night."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 11:31 pm
~Freya~
Freya pouts and glares at Kendal when she laughs at her and explains her predicament. She imagines Kendal swirling in what looks like a whirlpool made from cat litter and shouting, "I just had to pee. Oh how cruel fate is to finish me during my potty time." Just the same as last time, Freya can't help but giggle just a little.
The imaginative spite turns to gratitude when the feline helps her. "Creepy tapestry, got it. Thanks a bunch." She smiles and bows to Kendal to show her appreciation. When she straightens, Freya weaves her way through the crowd and walks briskly upstairs in search of the creepy display and it's pale visitor.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 1:44 pm
~Moon~
Moon Bloodstone just heard the news about a monster in the Arena that has been on a winning streak not seen since Moon himself left that place. Nothing was known about this beast and rumor has it that the owner of the Arena is giving out a rather ridiculous amount of money as a reward for finding information about it. Memories of past glorious days flash through his mind of the arena.
"Heh...good times" Moon said to himself as he polished a extremely rare .600 Nitro Express Magnum.
With a Bullet Weight of 900 grains and a muzzle velocity 1950 fps, it produces muzzle energy of 7591 ft/lbs or 3½ tons! the Pfeifer- Zeliska .600 Nitro Express Magnum is 8 times more powerful than a Smith and Wesson.44 magnum and 3 times more powerful than the Smith and Wesson .50 Magnum. As handguns go, this is the absolute ultimate.
Moon was proud that he managed to find this baby.
He put the gun back in his vault and made sure it was properly sealed. A light reflected in his red eyes. It was starting to bug him...that..beast that was going for HIS record as undefeated champ. That title was HIS.
He reached out into his pocket, grabbed his cellphone and dialed a number of a certain woman who always seem enthusiastic when coming to his shop to buy a few weapons on the Mistress orders. Kendal, after all she did invite him to that race. Perhaps she would know something about this. Hell...he'd have to call a favor...something he doesn't like doing. But this was a matter of pride.
(Minai Chan has my profile and approved it. She just hasnt uploaded it yet but said its ok for me to post)
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 11:17 am
{ - Kendal - }
The feline nods faintly to Freya, blissfully unaware of the weird daydreams passing through the canine's mind. "Good luck," Kendal tells her. Offering a wave to the retreating pooch, she quickly adds, "Hey, watch how frisky the furry gets with the staff tonight huh? I'm not sure if they have all had their rabies shots."
Once all of the distractions are gone, Kendal's gaze travels back to her lap provider, an impish light dancing in her eyes as her lips part to speak. "Sorry about that Sugar," she coos to the lovely redhead, twisting in the girl's lap so she can face her. "Usually the start of my day isn't quite so exciting. But now that we're alone again..."
♫ ~ ♫ "I get off on you, getting off on me... give you what you want.. but nothing is for free..." ♫ ~ ♫
Kendal's sultry expression falls abruptly with the familiar ring of her cell. With a soft growl and an apologetic look shot to Kali, she pulls the annoying object from the garter of her thigh stocking. In a moment the phone has been flipped open and, after a quick pause to see if she recognizes the phone number, is pressed against her ear.
"Hey sexy," the feline greets the caller on the other end, "You calling about the race? Or do you have some shiny new toy for me?" The grin following that thought evident in her tone.
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