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 Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 1:16 am
Stormy and Nevada would get a text that afternoon: Text from Mark I would like to purchase some Mist Laideeeesss Text from Mark Like you know boobs, or a**, but one or the other Text from Mark Come to my LAIR OF DOOM!!! Your services will result in your immediate promotion... OR NOT.......
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 1:23 am
Nevada blinked at the text messages...and blinked again.
Purchasing mist ladies? Boobs? a**? Well...she wasn't the busty girl on the Island and some seemed to enjoy her butt but...that was self confidence talking.
Instead of dignifying Mark's text with ones of her own, she headed to his office and leaned on the door jamb.
"Good evening Mark, Holder of my promotion. Can I ask what you require of me Handsome?" She gave him a lazy smile. She was well aware that there would be another mist but...who?
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 1:48 am
Stormy woke up to several texts and thought for a moment someone had started a new party with some new food or something something socializing. What she read blearily had to be given a second look over, because for a moment she was sure someone was playing tricks on her. Or that it was Dakota somehow, Mr. Flirt that he was.Text from Stormy I think you have the wrong person sorry! Text from Stormy Well, right division, wrong person, wrong measurements, still sorry!
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 10:55 am
"Hello Pet!" Nevada brightened a lot more as soon as she saw Stormy, sliding out of the girl's way...only to wrap her arms around Stormy's shoulders and rest her chin on top of them. Kind of like leech body heat off and stuff.
"Don't get too close, he looks like a big bad wolf."
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 12:06 pm
She hummed thoughtfully and tilted her head against Nevada's. "Is he really? He looks more scruffy than scary," Stormy remarked. "So, like, sheepdog instead of wolf sorta?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 12:21 pm
"Ladies, ladies," Mark interrupted their conversation, looking very much like a sheepdog instead of a wolf, unless you were counting mangy runaway mutts wearing pilot caps with hair sticking underneath it at all angles, an untidy beard growing giving him a prickly appearance "there's more than enough of me to go around."
He gave them the smoulder.
"So, are you ready for you insane, awesome, epic, promotion mission, of which I am of course, doing the promoting for?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 12:25 pm
Nevada hummed thoughtfully at Stormy's assessment before making an agreeing sound.
"I suppose that's true, I don't think you can be a wolf with the shirt for star wars and figurines all over." She noticed the decor of his office, she really did.
At his attempt of the smoulder, Nevada chuckled and whispered, "Think he likes you Pet."
And then stood up, a little straighter.
"I'm ready when you and Stormy are ready Hun."
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 12:43 pm
"I think he likes both of us!" she chirped cheerfully, unsure of what to do with such a look beyond giggle. Why, it reminded her of a certain Disney movie...
Once Nevada extricated herself, Stormy pushed her cap down in salute and stood straighter. "Ready, sir, for super special awesome, sir!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 1:03 pm
Excellent. Mark resisted the urge to steeple his fingers. All was according to plan. "All right, my beautiful ladies, you may call me Mark the Jedi Master by the way, because that is my official title here," he pointed to his Jedi Master t-shirt, "and just so you know, I am as famous as legend dictates." Whatever that meant.
He quickly pulled out a folder, opening it to reveal some naked shots of the Mist Division leader, turning the images so that they faced Stormy and Nevada. "The boss, that's my boss, has given me an important task, which I am now relinquishing to you. Now these are very important photos of the artifact we are obtaining in question. This is a very important artifact thingy, you do know about that whole Insanity thing going on right?"
Mark leaned over, still unaware that these photos were really not photos of an artifact, unless he meant well, that artifact, maybe down there. "I have heard that you are versatile, and this is like, a top secret mission, so not a single word okay." The Death assistant gave the two a weird squinty eyed look. "Not a single word. Top secret."
A pause. "Oh yeah, you should probably invite some team members, but they have to be ladies okay, this is like, super important."ol-j-man You can invite up to 3 more players total between the two of you! Nyxtsuki Moon You can invite up to 3 more players total between the two of you!
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 5:10 pm
"Mark the Jedi master." And that is why she felt that his smoulders and the wolf comment earned him down to worse than a sheepdog. No. He was a pomeranian. "There is a legend about Mark?" she hadn't heard one.
The most she remembered of Mark was high tailing it out of the Sahara when the going got tough.
regardless, she looked down to the file on the table and her eyes nearly popped. Was that...Aria...Nude.
"Pet I don't think this is PG rated for you..." She moved to cover Stormy's eyes and tried not to envy that Aria's body was probably one of the finest on the island. She'd kill for legs and bust like that.
Not really kill but it would be nice if she could have a nice figure like her boss.
"So the artifact we are getting is...on Aria's persons? Is Aria?" Because that was going to be tough. She'd need someone much bigger than herself on the mission to handle that. "I'm gonna ask...Tuck...." Nevada mumbled at Stormy. "In case this is totally different then what we think it is."Pinchmonster Text to Tuck: Going on a mission with Stormy and we could really use your help. Be my protector for it? look at u getting all the text /sobs
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 6:03 pm
Stormy might have sparkle eye'd a bit. "A legend?" she echoed dreamily, and two-fold was the respect Mark earned. "Oh wow..." Sure, he had run away on the Sahara mission, but sometimes legends were legends because they were very fast! And knew how to live long! Truly, Mark was just a flirtatious, compliment-heavy man who had a manly beard (which the trainer wanted to pet), manly hair (which she also wanted to pet--SO SCRUFFYYY), and a healthy sense of self-confidence!
Try as Nevada might, however, Stormy did catch a glimpse of that photo and did recognize who it was before her eyes were covered. And the simple question on her mind was, How did he manage that? Maybe being division assistant meant he had a lot of cool tech...Though putting it to that use was very saddening. D:
"Wrong photos, Mr. Jedi Legend Master," she told him just as Nevada pulled her aside. Giving her a thumbs up, she fiddled for her phone. "Yay~ I'll get the other eclipse bro, then. You've seen Evan, right? He's a good Sun~ And also tall which is nice~ And, uh..." She didn't want to bother Miss Candace before she was ready for the next level in training (and it'd be a pleasant surprise to her to have them both show up with new coats!). Gale was probably still recovering from the mission, as was Jake...But-- "You remember Sherry, right? Lets bring a life person just in case," Stormy added as she fired off the texts.Inle-roo Text to EvanHercccc, mist sister's calling you for help on a mission! Tuck's coming too. Mark said something about boobs and butts... GrnGriff Text to SherryHey are you feeling okay from that last mission? Me and a friend need help on this new one and I know you're a good healer and stuff <3
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 6:32 pm
She was glad when her phone buzzed. Something, anything to keep her from thinking. She was even more glad to see it was from Stormy. Sweet little Stormy. Sherry had been meaning to hunt that little Mist down and make sure she was still ok and... Sherry blinked at that text. She was up for helping with missions any day of the week, whenever she could. But.... a good healer? Stormy had to have the wrong Lifer. She just had to. She hadn't been much help on the past couple of-- Armagnac was making an effort to sound very bored. Sherry could run heals. It was one of her strongest points. At least she liked to think so. Not to mention, Armagnac had a point. Daily tasks were mundane and they could definitely use a little spice in their life. Besides, it would let her keep an eye on Stormy. Ol-j-man Text to Stormy: I'm alright. You? <3 Let me grab some bandages and- Where shall I meet you?
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:34 pm
Stormy had to fiddled with her phone some more to forward the map of Mark's office to Sherry. There was a lot she wanted to ask her after, but for now getting there was priority.
While she was at it, she tossed the map Evan's way too because eeeee promotion hurry upppppp.xGrnGriff Text to Sherry:Arm's better now thank God. Sending you a pic to Mark's office, door's open! Inle-roo Text to Evan:Forgot the map whoops, door is open so we should be easy to find!
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:35 pm
Nyxtsuki Moon Text to Nevada: Well. Text to Nevada: Let me check my schedule. Text to Nevada: I'm really busy. Text to Nevada: Schedule is pretty packed. Text to Nevada: I guess I can reschedule that daydream about you in those bits of black lace. Text to Nevada: I mean, if I have to. Text to Nevada: Where do you need me to be?
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:48 pm
Nevada kind of made a small laughing sound at Tuck's text before texting him back. Just so she didn't let Stormy and Mark know just who they were dealing with here okay. Pinchmonster Text to Tuck: I know, It's such a shame to ruin a good daydream, Can never bring back the quality time spent with them. If it was me, I would've gone with a sheer nude slip, maybe even some pantyhose and those sexy nude shoes I invested in... Text to Tuck:Although, If we make it out alive, who's to say someone won't be rewarded with his daydream coming true? Food for thought. Text to Tuck:Oh and we're at Marks office, so bring any runics and such before you come. The Jedi master awaits your arrival. Text to Tuck:Oh and Stormy says Evan is coming too.
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