Welcome to Gaia! ::

Zinkenite, was studding his notes, or at least he was trying to. There was some new information in the database thanks to some of the officers, except that a certain ‘Po’, was trying to talk to him, something irritating about…recommending, and ‘officer’ and bother bother bother.”


“FINE!” he snapped, slamming his hands down on the desk. “FINE… OK, finish your recommendation so that I can get back to my notes, wait… officer?” He blinked and rubbed at his eyes, ok, he was a little tired, “Ok… tell me about the person you think would make such a good officer so I can finish cross referencing.”

Zinkenite rubbed at his eyes and reached for a cup, it was empty and he set it down with a small sigh. “Fine, alright… “ He nodded. “Fine, I’ll trust your judgment.” He nodded slightly. “Do you think you temper his cockiness? Hone it to something that won’t get him killed?”

He tapped his fingers on the desk and glanced down at her spread hands for a moment. There was not so much criticism in his voice, so much as testing the resolve felt about being able to teach this potential new officer.

He nodded and leaned to one side in the chair, eyes speculative. “… Do you want me to go with you?” He asked, and for once it was a legitimate question, he asked her nearly as a peer.

“I may regardless I warn you, I am curious whom you are so intent to corrupt that you risked interrupting my notes, and my temper such as it is.” He gave a short sharp laugh, the edge of humor trying to return but not entirely there to be fair.

“What do you think? Yes, or no?”

“Ahh yes…” he said waving his hand like he’d been reminded of something inconvenient. “Captains DO need assistance with such things, why the devil aren’t you a General yet?” He frowned with a mock scolding as he stood and chuckled.

“Then I suppose I must come. We shall see what this new, likely addition to our Spec Ops branch has to offer in person. And…what’s more perhaps this will be a good measure of how ready you will be to be promoted yourself.”

“Perhaps, if I am sufficiently impressed I will show you how it feels to bring someone to our side.”

“Not has anyone else…” he shook his head and arched a brow. “Shockingly I’m not the only one who can.”
He rolled his shoulders in a shrug and adjusted his mask, running a thumb over the edge of it where it swept over the bridge of his nose.

He did smile though, the hint of it just playing in fine shadows where the mask fit close to his mouth, a small almost hidden curve as his lips played upward. “Sounds acceptable to me.” He nodded. “Has he any idea what he is about to encounter?”

It was a strange question perhaps but a legitimate one. He was not wholy a fan of learning about the dark kingdom too far in advance but there had been a recent trend.

He took a brief glance around, side to side, and then up, he smirked to himself before bending his knees slightly and launching upward with tremendous ease. He landed lightly in the rafters; shifting to adjust his balance and then crouching like some dark robed gargoyle to watch the proceedings below.

“I must admit I have some curiosity as to what you sent that will so absolutely draw him in.” He said and yet turned his gaze to the door. “How long do you believe it will take him to get here? Not long I hope….”

It wasn’t that he was impatient; it was just that crouching in the rafters over a sparring ring would take their toll even on his patience. He also had no desire to have his leg fall asleep while he was waiting, that did absolutely nothing for dignity.

Silver eyes rolled up and into the rafters. "Oh you know, something lurid and obscene." She waggled her brows at him, grinning, before moving out of the circle of light directly under the lamp. Porsha liked the shadows, she was at home there. So many wonderful things were born from darkness, herself included. It had been here that Painite had found her. Some dark, quiet night, alone in the gym. Training. Always training. Painted nails slid along the patched face of the heavy bag as she walked past it.

It didn't talk half as long as she'd expected for the bell over the front door to announce piper's arrival. He strode right in, as she'd known he would. Calling for her as he searched the darkness outside that bright ring of limited visibility. He passed his fingers through his hair, tucking his skateboard under his arm, and she moved up behind him soundlessly.

"It only took you ten minutes," she intoned quietly, pulling the skateboard out of his arms as a means to turn him around to face her. "Someone's eager." The grin she turned up to him was wolfish and inciting, and she dropped the board on the mat beside them before taking a a deliberate step back, beckoning for him to follow. She kept moving until her back was against the side of the boxing ring, then lay her palms against his chest, sliding them up until her arms were draped across his shoulders.

She kissed him, fierce and rough, before raising on tip toe so she could press her cheek against the side of his face, voice warm as she spoke against his ear. "I've never faced off against anyone else quite so tenacious. It was impressive." Her grin carried into her tone. She rolled her eyes up to where she knew Zink was crouching in the rafters. "You're strong," she purred. "Powerful." The tip of her tongue slid along the lobe of his ear, against an earring. "Ruthless."

Her left hand left the nape of his neck. Porsha cupped his cheek, fingertips gliding across his skin, thumb brushing over his lips before she trailed that soft touch down his throat, over his chest. "But you could be so much more." The edge of teeth found his ear, and in that moment she recalled the chaos that made her Xenotime. The girl melted away, the captain stood in her place, pressed against the young man, caressing a hand across the muscled plains of his chest as she teased along the lobe of his ear. "You show so much Promise, Piper."

Searching with a silent pant he continued his advance into the darkness, blood pumping in anticipation. There was something about tonight, something that promised a good time. It wasn't often he broke into places to meet someone so this was new, new and that much more thrilling. When he felt the board tucked under his arm being pulled out and the tickle of breath on him as Po spoke out from the shadows, a hard grin set in place. Spinning on his heels, Piper came face to face with a familiar wolf. "Wha'can ah say, gotta hand fetish?" Piper smirked, tone set lazy on purpose as he replied to the comment of being eager.

Dangerous but beautiful, when would he learn his lesson? Never. He loved it, playing with fire that he knew would burn him was twice as enticing than any mere flame.

When she beckoned he came, following her blindly with a streak of desire running through stormy orbs. As they approached the ring the hunger grew, his own hands moved to rest above the set on his chest. Fingers fiddling with the smaller set in hopes of encouragement, then falling to rest on her hips when she locked around his shoulders. Piper caught the fierce liplock on a deep groan, nails biting into the hips they held as their lips collided in the rough kiss. Po was being a little weird sure but hell if he cared after a kiss like that. Relaxing as they parted he rose a brow when hearing her speak of their past fight, on a deep chuckle his tongue slipped out to delivered a run of cold metal along Po's ear. "Wha' gotta ya thinkin bout that?" Piper purred back curious and with a press of hips, trying to speed things up, even though he didn't mind the feed of ego.

Giving up he shut his eyes and let the woman have her way, a few small groans slipping out into the barely lit gym. Be so much more? While that sounded like a good proposal for training to him, the current situation had him ignoring it in favor of caressing up her sides. The glide of her fingers across his skin was intoxicating, left in a haze by the tantalizing touches he gave a louder groan when sharp teeth found the edge of his ear. "Ah..dayum girl..-" The rest of his sentence was edging on, calm the ******** down, but as Po spoke more of promise he couldn't help but blink his eyes open.

Barely registering the change in his friend due to his state it was the male voice that set off red flags. What was she- wait- who the ******** said that?! Piper's hands curled around the hips he held, head shooting up in the direction of the voice, now on edge. His body was confused the stroking of his chest and feel of warmth pressed to him relaxed him but the intrusion of the..ninja, set him on edge. "Listen guy M'all fer threesomes, but wha'da hells ya on about?" For a moment his tone was icy, clearly showing he was more than a little upset to find out they weren't alone but as he spoke it melted into an interested purr.

Xenotime? Star seed? This definitely wasn't dirty talk and he knew dirty talk. Releasing as he realized his gaze shifted down to Po, or who would have been Po moments ago. Even with the strangeness and confusion he wasn't scared, scared was simply something he didn't do. With a tilt back of his head Piper regarded the woman with a blunt, "what tha ******** is going on?" He was going to get to the bottom of this, since it wasn't what he signed up for.