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 Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 3:39 pm
Bellanox Fatalis "Mister J vould be right at ringk side vere he not sittingk his devil a** in the klink right now."
Although she'd never heard the Carpathian's moniker for her employer, there was enough familiarity in that statement to make Ever glance up in surprise. She blinked for a minute, trying to sort out whether to assume that a coincidence or... a little too much of one. Eventually it dawned on the mariner where she had seen this violet-haired woman before, and she nearly snorted at the irony of the situation.
"Oh s**t, you work for Roen, don't you?" Ever questioned, looking incredulous and entertained in a 'what are the odds' sort of way. A grin played over her lips and she gave a shake of her head, touse loose tousles rustling. "His.. bodyguard? I think we met once back at the Sands, but it was dark. Ever, Ever Linde." She added, extending her hand.
Bellanox Fatalis "Just out of curiosity... How much is half the bettingk pool?"
"Ah, good question." The friendly smile the sailor wore tapered out into a smirk, and Ever responded by turning on the balls of her feet and setting off in a light jog for the announcer's booth. After a quick word with the emcee, the man reached beneath his audio equipment and pulled out a large, acrylic jar filled to the brim with scraps of paper. Ever took the jar in both hands, carrying it back towards the gypsy with a quickened step.
"Sex sells, I'm telling you, and this particular crowd must be starved for a bit of a show. I've never seen enthusiasm quite like it... Each one of these is a gambling marker, already paid in full. Brian has the actual money locked in the safe -- and none of them are worth less than 5k. All in all, we're looking at at least a hundred thou, pure profit, apiece. Regardless of who wins." The rogue's grin deepened at this and an exuberant lightness rose to her eyes. "I don't know about you, but that's enough to keep me floating happily for quite some time."
Ever leaned back a bit, cocking her hip to assume a more casual posture, and favored the Gypsy with a curious look. Her mouth pursed, and she ran her tongue thoughtfully over her bottom lip. She decided to chance it. "..So what do you say? You up for it?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 5:51 pm
"Bellanox Fatalis." the leggy Carpathian offered as she gripped Ever's hand in greeting. "Yes, I vork for that dastardly Dewil. Andt despite Roen's infuriatingk insistence in callingk me Bella, I much prefer Nox."
At first, she simply cocked her hip, crossed her arms and pretended to only casually to entertain the idea. But the more Ever spoke, the more evident it became that her Charade was just that.
"Wone hundredt thousandt, you say?"
That amount would certainly be enough to juice up her Ducati and buy her a lot of amo. Oooo shiny...
"I'll do it."
With that, she proceeded to unbuckle and step out of her gun belts. Wrapping them around themselves, she handed the mass of straps, holsters and guns to Ever. "Vould you put these somevhere safe for me?" she asked, waiting only long enough for the woman to take them before going to work on the many buckles on her boots.
Once divested of both boots and stockings, she placed them carefully beside the podium and looked back at Ever with a genuine smile.
"Alright, vhen do ve start?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 3:53 pm
Success! Ever's lips arched into a triumphant grin as the Gypsy woman began unfastening her gun belts. She shifted the jar to one hip, holding it the way some women balance a baby, with just the touch of her arm to keep the container in place as her free arm extended to act as a hanger for Bellanox's weapons to drape from. While the Carpathian busied herself removing her boots, Ever carried the jar of markers and the gun belts to the announcer for safe-keeping. The emcee spoke with the brunette in hushed undertones as she approached, then excitedly turned to his microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemeeeeen!
The electronically enhanced voice boomed out over the expo as Ever, already barefoot and ready to rumble, made her way to the nearest step ladder for climbing to the top of the stage. The mariner ascended with a quick grace, glancing first to make sure that her opponent was getting situation and then turning her face to the audience. Heads were turning, crowds gathering, a bookie flitted about taking last minute wagers. You could feel the energy building, and each passing second on the stage pumped Ever up a bit more than the last.
"For ONE night only! The Cloak and Dagger is proud to present, our very own Ever Linde gets down and dirty in the jello pool! Introducing her opponent, the lovelyyyy..."
A whisper from Ever, her face looking somewhat flushed under the spotlight, kept the commentator on track.
"Bellanox Fatalis! Come round, folks, it doesn't get any better than this!"
By now both women should have been standing on the stage, one at each end of the inflatable kiddie pool. Ever would nod a signal to her violet-haired partner and step in, keeping her boytank on over her swimsuit.
The lime gelatin squelched under her bare feet, and the mariner's face blanched noticeably in reaction at first before a laugh broke from her throat. Oh, it felt absolutely disgusting! And she could already tell that the slippery goop was going to make it hard to keep her footing.
Ever waved to the crowds one last time, facing Nox only as the emcee finished his spiel. The seconds were ticking down now, as the announcer reached for the bell to signal the beginning of the match. "This is it, you ready?" she grinned to the gypsy. "Good luck!"DING!
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 4:02 pm
The CEO of GRAPPLE CO. made a point of witnessing the event, watching calmly from an elevated position over by one of his recent acquisitions. Another fledgling corporation bought out by his economic might, the loose monopoly laws of Gaia allowing him uncontested reign of the beverage industry. In due time his reach would extend deeper into society, but for now he busied himself with the show.
Bellanox was familiar to him, Ever not so much. Struggling to put a name to her face ( or at least an experience, given her name was loudly announced ) he sighed into his gloved hand, his chin perching there. The first and last meaningful conversation he'd had with Roen's bodyguard sprang to memory as he settled comfortably on a chair someone brought for him. Years ago the vampire had instructed her on the proper way to conduct herself, now, one could only imagine what sort of advice he'd have for her after such a display.
"Hm."
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 6:57 pm
No Nox wasn't really listening to the announcer, nor was she paying much attention to the crowd. They meant little to nothing to the leggy Gypsy. What she was focused on was Ever, and the smallish kiddie pool that separated her from the Carpathian. Of course there was thoughts of the money in the back of her mind, but that was certainly not something to be dwelt upon at this point in the game. It was a sure thing anyway. She had a firm lock on the money just by stepping her bare feet in the pool.
"Ready as I'll newer be." She replied with a nervous laugh. "Goodt luck to you too."
Stepping foot into the pool, a look of intense distaste skewed her face when she watched and felt as gelatinous green goo squished between her toes then proceeded to cling to every bit of exposed skin from the soles of her feet up to about mid-calf. Oh this was going to be horrible! The sweet smelling gloop was slick and even with her acrobatic background, every step was unsure to put it mildly.
Glancing back up at Ever, she flashed a somewhat sickly smile. Nox had never in her life taken part in such a... girly activity. And Lucrative paycheck aside, she now knew why she had resisted thus far. Suddenly she wished that she had not worn such a thin white top.
DING!
At the sound of the bell the tall girl began her advance. Slowly, for she really had no desire to land on her a** quite so soon in the game. Of course the Jello-y pool seemed to have other ideas. That is if inanimate bowls of Jello could have ideas. One misplaced shift in weight slid the Gypsy girl's aft leg out from under her, sending her hurtling suddenly forward. "s**t!" Eyes wide in alarm as she slipped, arms out to catch herself on... Ever!
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 7:29 pm
Before Ever'd even had a chance to react to the gong, much less entertain any attempts to charge, her Slavic opponent was already on the move. It took the mariner a moment to decide whether this was a rushed offensive of the slickness beneath their feet taking matters into its own figurative hands.
Then again, did it matter?
"Whoa!" The seafarer half-laughed, half-yelped, and threw her arms out before her to provide a bit of a buffer between the barreling Gypsy and herself. Her right foot would turn a bit, hoping (rather skeptically) to provide some lateral resistance to keep her balance.
Nox's body crashing into hers had other ideas on the matter. A surprised cry broke from the mariner's throat as she could feel the added weight throwing her upper body backwards -- and consequentially, her feet, precariously balanced on the viscous lime glop, out from under her. Shhhhlpppp!
Ever's back met the padded rubber ground and the crowd gasped out as the whole inflatable pool shivered a bit at the sudden drop of the two athletic-bodied females, the brunette clinging to the Carpathian's upper arms so that she could at least have some hope of recovering from the impromptu tackle. The gelatin's touch was cold against the back of her thighs, earning a surprised yet laughing swear from the sailor, like jumping into a pool before the season is quite right. Green goop clung to the curves of her rump and felt like it was crawling up her back beneath that cotton tank, making the whole experience so very tactically shocking that she was sure it would be months before she could even look at anything that jiggled.
Grunting a little, Ever held fast to her grip on Nox's limbs and gave a twist of her torso, in an effort to topple the Gypsy over and pin her. It looks almost like a struggle for "top billing," if you will, to see who was going to be forced to take the submissive bottom position in this tangle of naked, tanned limbs flecked with that sweet gelatin dessert. If Nox would be successfully thrown off balance, then the brunette would use her strongest asset, those strong-as-a-mule sailor's legs, to scramble over the top of the Carpathian and straddle her stomach.
At least, that was her goal here, but the exotic woman didn't quite look like an opponent to underestimate.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 7:44 pm
Over at the Vernals' booths, Brian glances at the jello wrestling as Carolyn is looking over the many firearms to see if she wants anything to compliment her M1911.
"What are you looking at?"
"Oh," Brian replies, clearly startled, "that C-mag over there."
"You know those will stress the mag releases."
"Yeah, but the idea of shooting a hundred rounds without reloading sounds reeeeeealy cool!"
"Yeah, if you like a heavy MP5."
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 10:59 pm
It couldn't have worked out better if she'd planned it. Nox gripped Ever's arms as soon as she felt the brunette Mariner's hands close about her forearms and continued to ride the seemingly hapless girl down into the pool of gelatinous muck. As the slippery pool bottom provided nothing in the way of a toe hold to stabilize herself with she would bring her legs up to try and catch herself in an all fours position. Thinking that short ride had saved her clothing from all but a few splatters of sweet green goo, but alas, it was not to be.
Mid-fall that changed with Ever's sudden twist of her torso. Ever twisted beneath her, in an attempt to throw Nox to the side. So rather that fight it, Nox would simply improvise and roll with the momentum of Ever's thrust.
"UGH!" Lime.
The Gypsy had learned well how to top from the bottom and saw no shame in doing so. As she began to topple, the lithe Gypsy held tight to Ever's arms while pulling Jello slicked legs up even more to curl against her abdomen, feet flexed in push off position between herself and Ever's attempted straddle. That accompanied by a loud SPLOOP! when her back hit the bottom of the pool at the end! Should Ever complete the move, Nox would then thrust hard outward, her long legs uncoiling like a spring against the straddled woman's hips in an attempt to toss her off and over Nox's own head.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:58 pm
Rather than try and fight the force from the Gypsy's legs, and suffer from the resultant pain and possible bruising against her abdomen, Ever went with it. In fact, took it a step further. The mariner lunged forward, reaching over Nox's head and setting her palms against the bottom of the pool so that point would serve as the center of motion, and the Carpathian's kick would simply be a catalyst to completing the somersault.
She came out of the basic tumble and quickly climbed to her feet, holding her arms out to either side to keep her balance as the inflatable "arena" jostled and puckered under her feet. Ever turned carefully, but put on a quick bit of speed to tackle the Gypsy from behind before she could have a chance to stand. She managed it in one leap, her feet slipping slightly against the lime 'oil slick' beneath them.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 10:52 am
With Ever safely sailing over her head, Nox wasted no time in attempting to climb up out of the sweet gelatinous muck herself. As the Mariner tumbled, Nox rolled from back to side, pushing off from the bottom before she completed the motion. Now on all fours, the lanky Gypsy would tuck her legs and stand carefully right around the same time as her opponent.
Because of the slick arena Nox had rolled back to side in rising to her knees rather than rolling up from her back right to her feet as she otherwise would have done. As a result she would rise facing Ever, rather than facing away as one might have anticipated. So when ever launched her slippery attack, Nox was at least marginally prepared to catch her.
Tenuous footing cost her some strength and a good deal of her usual acrobatic antics but at least she remained upright this time. For a while at least. Arms up and ready, Nox would try using Ever,s own force against her. Stepping quickly to one side, the leggy girl would simultaneously turn and push out both hands toward Ever's shoulder and upper back in an attempt to add to the Jello covered woman's momentum in her leap forward. Unfortunately for Nox, even if her attack succeeded, the force she exerted against Ever, would send her back into the pool with a Jello jiggling SPLOP! on her bum.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 11:41 am
Robyn was currently wandering the Expo, having been curious just what types of setups they had around. She liked her equipment, but maybe she’d spot something she liked, add to her arsenal or severely lacking armour. Considering she’d actually won her first round, she might need to kick it up a bit. Due to the heat, she wasn’t dressed in her fight outfit right now, her hat the only thing carrying over. Instead, she was wearing a navy blue t-shirt with jean shorts, and a pair of cowboy boots to match her hat. She might be half-Japanese, but this girl was southern, through and through.
As she meandered, the fox girl noticed that the paths seemed to keep leading her to the center, no matter which way she turned. Shrugging and going along with it, she started going with the flow, ending up at…a jello wrestling match?
She blinked, unsure of what she was seeing. A quick assessment of the crowd, and the small kiddie pool ensured that yes, she was indeed watching a jello wrestling match. Why on earth- The fox shook her head. Money, of course. That was the only reason anyone ever did stunts like this. Or publicity. Or both. And they were certainly drawing attention. Robyn wasn’t completely immune to the effects either; both girls were quite attractive, after all. She did give a quick shudder; why lime, of all flavors? That stuff was nasty.
Not really having anything better to do, the fox girl stood there, tail lashing back and forth as she watched the match.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 10:36 am
Cal was pacing the edge of the booth, leaving the handling of the sales to iZac. At the moment, there really wasn't all that much she cared to do, and there were women wrestling in Jello. Pausing for a second, she dug her toes in the black sand and watched more intently.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 5:13 pm
While Cal steps out and leaves iZac to handle the sales (and presumably leaving the bar patrons without a bartender, unless one of them is versed in necromancy), Brian repeats their orders.
"One Mossberg 12, no stock, and one M1911-"
"Oh, and that Dragunov too..."
"...the Dragunov, a box of 12-gauge slug, a box of 45 ACP hollow-points, and a box of 7.62X54."
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 5:48 pm
Ever wasn't prepared to go down alone. She had pretty much already resigned herself to fact that most of this match was going to be spent down on all fours in the goop, but that didn't mean these people weren't going to get their money's worth out of the show.
She felt the Gypsy's hands thrusting against her in an effort to send the mariner sprawling, and Ever grabbed for the first item she could think of: Nox's shirt. And the way her fingernails clutched into that thin, white cotton, either Bellanox was going to topple down with her or the shirt was just going to RRRRRIPP right off. Which was it gonna be?
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 10:02 pm
Given that Nox was already going down on her a** anyway, the grabbing of her shirt for that purpose was redundant. Unfortunately for the Jello covered Carpathian the grabbing of her shirt did indeed have other unforseen consequences. Ever's frantically clutching fingers gripped thin white cotton. As the two women fell away from one another, the Mariner's fingernails would puncture already stressed material and...
RRRRRIPP!
The lower two thirds of her shirt would tear away in Ever's grip as the woman sprawled forward. While Nox, splatted hard on her a** in gelatinous green muck. SPLOP! Her purple hair would have bounced had it not been plastered to the back of her head. But both Jello and girly bits jiggled at her impact.
Nox immediately looked down to see the damage done. Her abdomen and the lower curves of her once white cotton bra were plainly visible. Clearly she had not dressed adequately for such sport.
GRRRRRRRRRRRR!
With a rumbling snarl of physical exertion, Nox would immediately rock forward, her long splayed legs bending at the knee so that she might more easily rise again to all fours. She didn't bother to stand. No, she simply launched herself at Ever's legs, hands grabbing for the waist band of the Mariner's shorts. What better hand hold could there be?
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