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 Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 11:20 pm
Other than dark and broody, sparkly also properly summed up Orpheus' appearance. The latter of the three definitely didn't reflect his facial expression although all three summed up his fuku pretty accurately. He certainly didn't seem to be enjoying the beautiful night air or the clear skies with the premium view of the stars. His eyes looked up but they showed no delight in the actions. Why was he here? He didn't have any plans to meet Zia tonight yet he had been drawn to power up any way.
His mind couldn't reason his actions but his body craved the chaos that pulsed through his veins. To have this extra power? It felt good. ******** good. It was a deep, dark secret that he kept secret from everyone. It was something he'd never let Remarque know and something he couldn't bare to ever tell Zia. If she knew, she might not want to continue with the experiments right? He would continue to pretend. After all, that's what he was good at. He pretended he had a life, pretended that Pascal Lalande wasn't just a word with no real meaning.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 11:28 pm
PING.
Medea's eyes sparkled with delight.
A Dark Mirror Senshi strayed near! Oh how she kind of adored them with their tainted souls and shadowy outfits and humor. At least, from what she'd seen. Could tonight be different? Possibly, but the roses in her cheeks blossomed with her grin as she leapt in the direction of her potential new friend.
She poked out from an alley and waved in the silhouetted Menshi's direction.
"Hey there!" She slowly approached. "What are you doing out here?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 11:44 pm
The things that went bump in the night didn't faze Orpheus. He had made it a habit to ignore the power signature of the city as they were a dime a dozen, and utterly worthless of his time. The only thing he ever seemed to take notice of was the mirrors in the city, horrified by their very existence and positive one of these days Remarque, or worse Ares, would appear out of one and grab him. These thoughts weren't that helpful, his fists clenching slightly as he heard a voice neabry.
When he caught sight of the small woman approaching, he didn't stand up. Not until she got close enough to him that the sheer size different would be astounding did he finally spring to his legs. Towering over her, there was a bit of a smirk on his face. She looked as sparkly as he did but that wouldn't save her. Time would be her only aid as he began his game, deciding to play with his prey before tearing it apart. If senshi wanted to mess with him and mess with his life then why not mess with them?
"What's a mouse like you doing out here by yourself?"
There were cats waiting to snare you in their claws, and one was towering over you.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 11:55 pm
Ohh.
He was tall. Tall seemed kind of scary, but also attractive for tall people could lift her onto their shoulders or carry her and make her feel tall too. She smiled. He sparkled too. Maybe they could light up the night between their outfits--that pink and blue glistening like stars. Yep. She laughed and clasped her hands behind her, stepping around him, "Just out for a stroll." She furrowed her brow. "Squeak?"
She shrugged with another laugh and fixed her skirt. She glanced over her shoulder.
"But you never know who could be out here." Did the Senshi know? Did she know? The longer she fought the more obscure things seemed...
Maybe he could teach her something.
"Or do you?" She faced him. "You seem pretty brave, I guess." She smirked. "I could be the Senshi of Death! Woooo~!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 12:06 am
He laughed a bit at her actions as he tilted his head to the right and then to the left as he cracked his neck twice. It was a bad habit but who cared? It certainly wasn't what was going to kill him in Destiny City. No, it was much more likely a youma would kill him or he would get caught up in friendly fire or Remarque would finally get pissed off enough at Orpheus' give no s**t attitude and do something about it for the better good of the court. So why would he worry about a little neck cracking? It felt good. It felt really good.
"So, do you make those noises for all the men or am I special?" He said as he reached for her wrist.
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 12:18 am
Her first thought:
Well. There went the wrist.
But then:
WRIST-TOUCH. Medea's eyes sparkled with the lights of a thousand fireworks, and was that...No Medea no! Really? That stupid, stupid blush. And her eyes! Nooo! Ugh! Why did her eyes betray her--those pupils swelling as she said, "UM."
Eloquenece!
"IIII---" She laughed and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Another smirk. "No, it's not. Is this something you do often?"
Nope. Nope. Nope. She wasn't doing this.
"I guess you are kind of special?"
Crap.
Despite her laughter she felt the crushing blow of weakness, but then, why were they so awful to begin with?
She didn't have a clue.
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 12:23 am
Orpheus' smile totally didn't glisten under the lamps, or did they? Medea vision was complicated! He was smiling though, quite charmingly, before he laughed. He pulled her closer, close enough that he could lean into her shoulder and whisper into her ear. He paused without words for a minute, breathing on her neck intentionally. The game was just starting but he was going to absolutely crush you Medea.
"It's more like this," he whispered before he made a sound that definitely would make someone blush.
Yes. Yes. Yes. He was definitely doing this. However, there was a line. He would mess with her but under this mask was still a loyal boyfriend. The game just wasn't as fun if he didn't raise the stakes, right? He could beat people up as Pascal at the gym. No, this needed something special. If people thought it was okay to ******** with his life then he'd return the favour.
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 12:49 am
FFFFFFFF--
No! "UM." No! Go away blush! Go away! "I--" Why was this happening? Why did she let this happen? Okay. She need to be blunt. Blunt like she spoke toward Alois and Richard and Remarque and Buddy and the others. Laughing, she studied his eyes for a hint of honesty. Golden-amber. Like hers. Wow. "What is this game?"
Was he here to hurt or play or what? What else could he want? He didn't answer many of her questions. Suspicious. His demeanor as well...
Obviously if he didn't hurt her now he would down the road.
Still, she commended him.
"You've a lot of swaggu, you know."
It sucked because she didn't want him to hurt her, but she also wanted him to know.
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 1:06 am
Orpheus loved to watch her stutter the way she did and it made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Whether that response was from the chaos running through him or simply his manipulative nature it was hard to tell but he was definitely smiling a soft, charming smile toward Medea. What game were they playing?
"Cat and mouse, I thought that was obvious," he said, running his other hand over her backside. "And I've caught you in my claws."
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 1:38 am
Oh man.
This sucked.
As in actually, completely, totally blew her mind, sucked. He pulled her heartstrings. Awful. She felt soft and warm and glowy. Terrible. Why did he do this? Why Orpheus why? She looked at him with joy and suffering, but smiling that gentle way. And the tingles up her spine! Please no! And the butterflies! Disappear! She would burn them all. Burn all the butterflies away...
...with the fiery passions of her affection.
Ugh. She couldn't stand herself.
"So what now?"
This is the part where you hurt me.
This is the part where you rip out my soul.
She smiled through her worry. Yep. This would suck. Completely, totally make her feel absurd. This. Would. Hurt.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 8:34 am
Orpheus wasn't much for ripping souls out. No, he left that up to Ares.
He looked at Medea softly, a lie plastered over his face as he smiled charmingly at her. He knew this lie all too well, an old lie he used to impress family, school and anyone else necessary to gain the things he desired. Things were different under the surface of that smile but that difference wouldn't get him what he wanted in life. This girl was no different. Although she might have been a senshi she was just a girl in the end. She wasn't even any fun like Zia was.
"So what?" He said in a whisper, leaning down close to her face.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 11:22 am
Medea pressed her forehead against his, closed her eyes and smiled. Her heart beat beat beat. That doki doki sunshine flowers spread all over, fluttery and soft. The red rose in her cheeks and she said, "I guess--" Her eyes flashed open, lashes fluttering against his skin. Be free butterfly. The smile grew. "--I like you a lot!" She kissed him gently, softly, a peck, a friendly warning. Beware, Orpheus, she liked you, wanted to make you smile the dazzling way, curl up into a little ball and eat cereal with her until two in the morning, watch the clouds drift past and bask in the sun. She laughed and sighed and pulled away, running into the night.
Did she really just do that?
Yes, she really just did that.
And now she had to go away forever--so shy and scared, so afraid of his reaction. Joy and terror pushed her home.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 5:46 pm
He never expected she'd actually do something, a smirk running across his lips before the back of his hand wiped them off. Then he just laughed. This would be an interesting game. If you liked him, he was going to take his time with this game. He would crush you little senshi, he would rip those butterflies out of your stomach and break you. You deserved it and more.
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