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Strengite sucked at fighting, she knew this and even had it demonstrated to her in the most humiliating way possible but she knew she was damn good at collecting energy. It helped that she enjoyed it so much more than fighting but that was rather inconsequential since she wasn’t planning on getting into any fights tonight. Not when she had such sweet company with her right then. Or a quota to fill.
“Mmmm baby, you smell so good.” The hulk of a man she had lured into the alley was a more then willing sucker and happily entered her embrace. Granted he had no clue that while he was kissing her neck and having his hands roam over her body that Strengite was carefully spinning a ball of energy together behind his back. Not a lot. Just a touch here and there. Like a real vampire bat she didn’t take enough to kill her victim, just enough to sustain her needs. The buxom Lieutenant absently moaned and pretend to enjoy the attentions of her ‘fly’ even as the club’s thumping music vibrated through the alley wall making the dark and smelly place even more obnoxious. She honestly wanted to get this particular hunt over with. The guy wasn’t half bad looking but he really had no technique to follow up with his looks. His pawing wasn’t inspired or even all that arousing and his kisses? The more energy she drained the lamer they became.
So why was she here? Letting some bear of a male press all up on her? Because Strengite had found that males were stupid… they really had only one thing on their minds and it made draining them that much easier. Flirt with them, tease them, act coy with them, then invite them outside and you basically had their starseeds in hand. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. But like any good farmer she wouldn’t go that far. Why kill the cow when you could keep milking it every few days. So when her little ‘cow’ stopped his manhandling and just seemed to hold the wall up Strengite quickly stopped draining him and stashed the dim ball of energy in her belt, a piece of slide of hand she was working diligently at, and wiggled out from between her victim and the club wall.
“Oh dear! I think those drinks were a tad too strong! You wait here. I’ll get us a cab.” She acted all flustered as she helped the large man to sit down on some nearby crates. Strengite didn’t even bat an eye when the guy tried to grab her again, his grip weak on her wrist, “Come on darling, let go. I’m sure we both could enjoy a bed right now.” She easily slipped out of his hold and tossed him a wink before sauntering down towards the end of the alley. The white haired negaverser had no intention of calling them a cab… him one, sure, but she wasn’t going to be going with him. Maybe next week. If he learned to kiss right that is.
“Mmmm baby, you smell so good.” The hulk of a man she had lured into the alley was a more then willing sucker and happily entered her embrace. Granted he had no clue that while he was kissing her neck and having his hands roam over her body that Strengite was carefully spinning a ball of energy together behind his back. Not a lot. Just a touch here and there. Like a real vampire bat she didn’t take enough to kill her victim, just enough to sustain her needs. The buxom Lieutenant absently moaned and pretend to enjoy the attentions of her ‘fly’ even as the club’s thumping music vibrated through the alley wall making the dark and smelly place even more obnoxious. She honestly wanted to get this particular hunt over with. The guy wasn’t half bad looking but he really had no technique to follow up with his looks. His pawing wasn’t inspired or even all that arousing and his kisses? The more energy she drained the lamer they became.
So why was she here? Letting some bear of a male press all up on her? Because Strengite had found that males were stupid… they really had only one thing on their minds and it made draining them that much easier. Flirt with them, tease them, act coy with them, then invite them outside and you basically had their starseeds in hand. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. But like any good farmer she wouldn’t go that far. Why kill the cow when you could keep milking it every few days. So when her little ‘cow’ stopped his manhandling and just seemed to hold the wall up Strengite quickly stopped draining him and stashed the dim ball of energy in her belt, a piece of slide of hand she was working diligently at, and wiggled out from between her victim and the club wall.
“Oh dear! I think those drinks were a tad too strong! You wait here. I’ll get us a cab.” She acted all flustered as she helped the large man to sit down on some nearby crates. Strengite didn’t even bat an eye when the guy tried to grab her again, his grip weak on her wrist, “Come on darling, let go. I’m sure we both could enjoy a bed right now.” She easily slipped out of his hold and tossed him a wink before sauntering down towards the end of the alley. The white haired negaverser had no intention of calling them a cab… him one, sure, but she wasn’t going to be going with him. Maybe next week. If he learned to kiss right that is.
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Clubs weren’t his thing, they almost never had been, it was rare when he’d go to a club back home even. He drank, sure, but mostly at restaurants and other social places, aside from clubs, with friends. Food was always present and the company was friendly, considering they were all friends, but he was patrolling around the clubs in Destiny City. Clubs were scattered about the city, as was normal, but there was one area with a high number of clubs and bars. He figured it was as good a place as any to patrol and it wasn’t a normal place for him to be either.
Considering going home early, nothing seemed to be going on here, Venice gave pause when he picked up on the darkness which made up the signature of chaos. “Well now…” Spoken in a whisper to himself as he headed towards the signature, at least where he thought it was.
Spying the white haired figure, they really did stand out, the squire of Ganymede closed in on the figure. “Out draining people tonight?” He questioned, one hand in the pocket of his vest..making him appear casual. He wasn’t trying to seem aggressive, he wasn’t looking to start a fight. He did however want to keep people safe and make sure this person wasn’t grabbing energy and attacking people.
Considering going home early, nothing seemed to be going on here, Venice gave pause when he picked up on the darkness which made up the signature of chaos. “Well now…” Spoken in a whisper to himself as he headed towards the signature, at least where he thought it was.
Spying the white haired figure, they really did stand out, the squire of Ganymede closed in on the figure. “Out draining people tonight?” He questioned, one hand in the pocket of his vest..making him appear casual. He wasn’t trying to seem aggressive, he wasn’t looking to start a fight. He did however want to keep people safe and make sure this person wasn’t grabbing energy and attacking people.
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She was still getting a hang of the whole ‘aura’ thing, the concept of sensing where someone was just because they gave off a mystical smell was just strange… then again she did just create a little wispy ball of light from a dumbass who was macking on her so who was she to say what was strange or not. Honestly she would have thought it was all odd several months ago. Would have laughed her a** off at the idea of ‘sensing’ anyone from their aura or what have you. It was preposterous, or at least it had been. Before Witherite… or Beni.
Anyway, that didn't really matter when she heard someone speak to her from behind. It was surprising but she contained any outward shock and instead focused on how she was going to play this. With a ‘little ol’ me’ smile on and a ‘awe shucks’ look Strengite turned to face her new companion. “I don't think I understand. Draining? What's that?” Silver eyes took in the young man that had snuck up on her, from his hair to his outfit. No butt bow… Knight? she silently categorized him even as she appreciated the trim frame beneath his vest and pants. My oh my. Who ever designed your outfit wasn't planning on you being out and about in it did they. Not that she really had room to talk with her uniform… pinup-esq was the politest thing you could say about get up.
“I have no idea what your talking about cutie but I sure don’t mind you explaining.” She batted her eyes at him and tilted her lips just so, flirting with the knight. Why fight when you could flirt? Besides she still wasn’t very good at fighting. That and messing with the goodie two shoes would be amusing.
Anyway, that didn't really matter when she heard someone speak to her from behind. It was surprising but she contained any outward shock and instead focused on how she was going to play this. With a ‘little ol’ me’ smile on and a ‘awe shucks’ look Strengite turned to face her new companion. “I don't think I understand. Draining? What's that?” Silver eyes took in the young man that had snuck up on her, from his hair to his outfit. No butt bow… Knight? she silently categorized him even as she appreciated the trim frame beneath his vest and pants. My oh my. Who ever designed your outfit wasn't planning on you being out and about in it did they. Not that she really had room to talk with her uniform… pinup-esq was the politest thing you could say about get up.
“I have no idea what your talking about cutie but I sure don’t mind you explaining.” She batted her eyes at him and tilted her lips just so, flirting with the knight. Why fight when you could flirt? Besides she still wasn’t very good at fighting. That and messing with the goodie two shoes would be amusing.
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“Don’t play stupid.” The words were out of his mouth without any thought, clearly she knew what he meant about draining people, he knew just what she was and she damn well knew what he was….his uniform gave it away every time. “Give it up for tonight.” He would, if he could, just drive her off and hope she left - went home. He didn’t want to start a fight but he would if she wouldn’t just leave, he’d have no choice really.
Already he was summoning his feather duster though, just incase, he didn’t want to be without it as he’d learned using his magic could certainly give him an advantage in a fight. Somehow, mostly cause she seemed so carefree, he figured this was going to not go as well as he wished it would. He just wasn’t sure how it was going to turn out...especially with her calling him cutie...and flirting with him.
“Not interested...too dark and all wrong.” She was the wrong gender and he wasn’t interested in someone with an aura like hers. He didn’t think he could date someone, while being a knight, and not have them know about this part of his life. Dating someone of chaos and telling them...would just ruin it all.
Already he was summoning his feather duster though, just incase, he didn’t want to be without it as he’d learned using his magic could certainly give him an advantage in a fight. Somehow, mostly cause she seemed so carefree, he figured this was going to not go as well as he wished it would. He just wasn’t sure how it was going to turn out...especially with her calling him cutie...and flirting with him.
“Not interested...too dark and all wrong.” She was the wrong gender and he wasn’t interested in someone with an aura like hers. He didn’t think he could date someone, while being a knight, and not have them know about this part of his life. Dating someone of chaos and telling them...would just ruin it all.
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Strengite’s calculated innocent smile slipped into a more natural smirk at the clear snark from the knight. He apparently didn’t buy her ‘oh woe is me’ shtick and wasn’t willing to play along which was rather refreshing… and posed a challenge. If she couldn’t con him then she would have to seduce him… or beat his a** which didn’t seem terribly likely considering her current fighting skills. Seduction was looking more and more likely when she caught sight of his ‘weapon’... more like ‘cleaning supplies’.
“Oooooo. I’ve got one of those too… want to see.” She winked at him before summing her own little toy. “Yours might be good for tickle fights but mine is great for spanking naughty boys.” With a rather wicked grin she swatted her own hand lightly, the plastic slapping against her skin, the sound surprisingly loud in the dark of the night. “Care to give it a try? I’m sure I can make it worth your while.” Even while she was flirting with him, overtly now, her eyes were trained on him, analyzing everything. If what she had learned was accurate he was a Squire. That meant he was stronger then her and had magic or some such crap but there was something about this overly dressed Chip and Dale Dancer with his sex toy that not only didn’t worry her but actually made her want to take him on or down, whichever came first.
Her amusement rached up with his rather poor choice in words. It would just be so easy to go off on him for the obvious crack to her skin color but unlike someone just listening in on the conversation Strengite knew he didn’t mean her race, rather he meant her ‘alignment’. Apparently the goodie two shoes all thought that the negavers was ‘bad’ and ‘evil’ and ‘full of darkness and chaos’ and other crap like that. So she knew he was referring to that but it didn’t mean she couldn’t ******** with him because of it. “I’ll have you know I’m not ‘dark’ I’m ‘milk chocolate’. Creamy and smooth. Every. Single. Bite. Of me.” Practically purring she sashayed forward, the click of her low heels punctuating her every word. “Want a taste? Sometimes ‘wrong’ is just right.”
“Oooooo. I’ve got one of those too… want to see.” She winked at him before summing her own little toy. “Yours might be good for tickle fights but mine is great for spanking naughty boys.” With a rather wicked grin she swatted her own hand lightly, the plastic slapping against her skin, the sound surprisingly loud in the dark of the night. “Care to give it a try? I’m sure I can make it worth your while.” Even while she was flirting with him, overtly now, her eyes were trained on him, analyzing everything. If what she had learned was accurate he was a Squire. That meant he was stronger then her and had magic or some such crap but there was something about this overly dressed Chip and Dale Dancer with his sex toy that not only didn’t worry her but actually made her want to take him on or down, whichever came first.
Her amusement rached up with his rather poor choice in words. It would just be so easy to go off on him for the obvious crack to her skin color but unlike someone just listening in on the conversation Strengite knew he didn’t mean her race, rather he meant her ‘alignment’. Apparently the goodie two shoes all thought that the negavers was ‘bad’ and ‘evil’ and ‘full of darkness and chaos’ and other crap like that. So she knew he was referring to that but it didn’t mean she couldn’t ******** with him because of it. “I’ll have you know I’m not ‘dark’ I’m ‘milk chocolate’. Creamy and smooth. Every. Single. Bite. Of me.” Practically purring she sashayed forward, the click of her low heels punctuating her every word. “Want a taste? Sometimes ‘wrong’ is just right.”
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Had he been single, and attracted to females, he might have gone along with some of her flirting. Some of it though was just..outrageous, at least he figured that was the term to use. She was over the top. She was not only obvious but playing with a fly swatter was a bit much, though he supposed it was her counter to him drawing his own weapon...only his did something - unlike hers. Hers was good for swatting flys...and maybe lightly hitting people. He wasn’t even sure he’d consider it for a bedroom, unlike his own which might fit there as well as work wonders cleaning around a house.
It was her comment about being milk chocolate which threw him, how did chocolate come up? Shaking his head he watched her come towards him and that was when he decided to push his magic out and into his weapon. Let her deal with whatever his magic came up with. It was, in this case, something of a magical time out so he could get a rest from her words and flirting.
He’d handle her, he wasn’t about to let her wander on off to drain someone else, but he just...she was a lot to listen to and had a very...in your face personality. She had no shame and didn’t bother to hide who she was or what she thought.
It was her comment about being milk chocolate which threw him, how did chocolate come up? Shaking his head he watched her come towards him and that was when he decided to push his magic out and into his weapon. Let her deal with whatever his magic came up with. It was, in this case, something of a magical time out so he could get a rest from her words and flirting.
He’d handle her, he wasn’t about to let her wander on off to drain someone else, but he just...she was a lot to listen to and had a very...in your face personality. She had no shame and didn’t bother to hide who she was or what she thought.
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Strengite didn’t really get a chance to do anything before the knight’s magic hit her and boy did it hit her. One moment she was in a empty street around the corner from a iffy club and a few yards from the dumbass who was likely sleeping off his energy drain hangover and the next she was in some kind of magical orgy that would make Dorian Gray or Christian Grey or whoever that character was from the stupid book that got all the housewifes and soccer moms all hot and bothered, blush. Every food, every drink, and every man was hers for the taking… and so, so much more. There were so many balls at this shindig it was beginning to look like a real ball pit. And each and every one of those swarthy men were focused on her. Just the way she liked it.
Sadly the magic or what ever wore off or faded or was cut off before she could really get into it. It was shocking but in a pleasant way so when it stopped and Strengite found herself back in the city she couldn’t suppress the disappointed curse, “Damn.” Almost as soon as her eyes focused back on realty they got a glint in them, one that was practically predatorial. “Say… That was some pretty interesting magic there.” She grinned and eyed him once more. Apparently there was more to this knight then she first thought. “Don’t suppose you could do it again could you. It was ever so ‘entertaining’.”
Sadly the magic or what ever wore off or faded or was cut off before she could really get into it. It was shocking but in a pleasant way so when it stopped and Strengite found herself back in the city she couldn’t suppress the disappointed curse, “Damn.” Almost as soon as her eyes focused back on realty they got a glint in them, one that was practically predatorial. “Say… That was some pretty interesting magic there.” She grinned and eyed him once more. Apparently there was more to this knight then she first thought. “Don’t suppose you could do it again could you. It was ever so ‘entertaining’.”
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He had seen varied responses from people who were hit with his magic, most were similar in nature though one had not wanted to see it like some poor blushing child, but this agent wasn’t upset by it. Rather she was the opposite - she liked it, and it sorta was scary but also had him smiling a bit. Maybe he could make a deal with her for tonight?
He hadn’t tapped himself out of his magic, though he was close. “Only for a few seconds longer, it is limited. I can though….and next time we meet. If once over this time you leave and go home? I will use it again next time for you?” He knew some would wonder about him, call his idea into question, but it seemed like a good idea right now. She clearly liked his magic and what it did, what she experienced, so maybe he could use it to his advantage and with the promise of another time using it on her, plus a bit more tonight, she would go home for the evening?
It was, in his opinion,worth trying.
He hadn’t tapped himself out of his magic, though he was close. “Only for a few seconds longer, it is limited. I can though….and next time we meet. If once over this time you leave and go home? I will use it again next time for you?” He knew some would wonder about him, call his idea into question, but it seemed like a good idea right now. She clearly liked his magic and what it did, what she experienced, so maybe he could use it to his advantage and with the promise of another time using it on her, plus a bit more tonight, she would go home for the evening?
It was, in his opinion,worth trying.
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Strengite mentally weighed the options. The knight unintentionally admitted that he was next to empty when it came to his magic, it was apparently limited. Did Beni know that? So that meant that beyond him using the last dregs of his power all he had left was his natural fighting ability and it seemed like he, like her, would rather not fight. Could he fight if she chose to make things difficult? She suspected he could, or at least could fight better than she could. But was she willing to walk away? To forget about hitting up another club for the night? She knew what Wither would want. He would want her to tear into this knight, to rip out his heart and squish it between her fingers… gross. That would take more effort than it was worth. Besides she really did like this guy’s magic. That and she was a bit over being groped for the night.
“Oh I don’t know,” Strengite hemmed and hawed a bit, mostly just yanking the poor guy’s chain. “The night is still young after all.” But she did have to do a write up on the club for her blog and even though the cold weather seemed to be taking a vacation the night was getting noticeably colder. “You sure you don’t want to have a little fun?” She snickered at his reaction before finally nodding, “Fine. It’s not like tonight was very fruitful anyway.” She just wouldn’t tell anyone about this little deal, as far as anyone would know it was just a bad night for hunting poor unsuspecting morons.
“Oh I don’t know,” Strengite hemmed and hawed a bit, mostly just yanking the poor guy’s chain. “The night is still young after all.” But she did have to do a write up on the club for her blog and even though the cold weather seemed to be taking a vacation the night was getting noticeably colder. “You sure you don’t want to have a little fun?” She snickered at his reaction before finally nodding, “Fine. It’s not like tonight was very fruitful anyway.” She just wouldn’t tell anyone about this little deal, as far as anyone would know it was just a bad night for hunting poor unsuspecting morons.
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He hadn’t thought she would give in, at least not at first, but then he caught on and picked up on her tone. She was going to give and that was, for him anyway, a relief. It was one less fight for him and he wouldn’t have to explain any injuries to his partner or their family.
“No fun from me. Only fun would be my magic.” He was not about to mention he was married, it wasn’t the place and didn’t matter. He also wouldn’t risk someone finding out and then seeing him close to Erebus and putting those puzzle pieces together. It was best not to let it be known who, or what, was a weak spot for him.
“Magic or no right now?” He asked, willing to use what little magic he had left on her if she wanted...he had been honest when making the offer. If it worked and got her to go home it was worth it, it really was. It was something he’d be willing to do in the future as well, if it pleased her and kept her behaving at times. Anything to keep a fight from happening and help people - right?
“No fun from me. Only fun would be my magic.” He was not about to mention he was married, it wasn’t the place and didn’t matter. He also wouldn’t risk someone finding out and then seeing him close to Erebus and putting those puzzle pieces together. It was best not to let it be known who, or what, was a weak spot for him.
“Magic or no right now?” He asked, willing to use what little magic he had left on her if she wanted...he had been honest when making the offer. If it worked and got her to go home it was worth it, it really was. It was something he’d be willing to do in the future as well, if it pleased her and kept her behaving at times. Anything to keep a fight from happening and help people - right?
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”Awe, poo. Maybe next times sweet cheeks,” Strengite grinned at the boy. He was interesting… not quite like what she had thought. Still way too goodie goodie for her tastes but hey, it meant it was easier to get her way. In all honesty she could just agree to go home and not. How would he know? He wouldn’t, thats how. He was just lucky that she was tired and actually willing to head for her bed, her quota be damned for now. If the little bit of energy that she had collected from old dumb a** in the alley and the guy from earlier in the day wasn’t enough she would just go trolling for more drunks tomorrow. No biggy.
Now as for this knight and his offer to use the last little bit of his magic on her right now, she was totally going to be sharing that little tidbit with Wither, she wasn’t going to turn that down. “That's the deal, now shake your feather duster my way so I can enjoy the dirty, dirty things your magic does.” Strengite smirked and added, “Although real life is so much more pleasurable… when done correctly.”
Now as for this knight and his offer to use the last little bit of his magic on her right now, she was totally going to be sharing that little tidbit with Wither, she wasn’t going to turn that down. “That's the deal, now shake your feather duster my way so I can enjoy the dirty, dirty things your magic does.” Strengite smirked and added, “Although real life is so much more pleasurable… when done correctly.”
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Rolling his eyes at her he got to using his magic, though he knew he didn’t have much left of it to use. If him using it got her to leave he would do what he could, it was worth it. “I agree - about real life.” Of course he did, he wasn’t single and even before Terry he’d been rather busy with various people. Venice wasn’t a stranger to the pleasure found with other people, he’d known that pleasure for years now.
