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 Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 6:09 pm
Quote: It’s all over the news that a dangerous convict has escaped from the state prison. Television and radios alike warm the residents to stay indoors until authorities can locate and apprehend the criminal roaming the local neighborhoods. It just so happens to fall on a terrible evening to be stuck anywhere - the weather has taken a turn for the worse and thanks to a wayward falling branch, the power has gone out. Scratching and creaking around your doors and windows keeps you on high alert…could the nefarious individual be trying to get inside your residence? "It's really coming down out there," Otto observed from where he stood in the kitchen beside the coffee maker, waiting for it to finish dripping into the pot resting in the cradle. There was a storm raging outside the apartment. Heavy rain turning the streets into small rivers, and wind kicking up leaves and branches and whistling between the buildings. Loud, especially with thunder rolling through every other minute or so, but it was nothing that couldn't be drowned out by good company and catching up on the latest episode of American Horror Story. He glanced over his shoulder at the woman sitting on his couch before smiling and getting a pair of mugs down so he could pour. "You should probably just stay here tonight." There was humor in his voice. As if there'd even been a chance of Des leaving after the show. Cream and sugar was added to either mug in varying amounts and then he was heading back around the counter and half of the sectional to offer one of the mugs down to her before taking a seat beside her. "Wouldn't want you getting all wet out there." His grin widened as he tipped his head to look at her, the words laced with soft innuendo.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 1:27 pm
Desdemona's gaze trailed to the window when Otto mentioned the weather, just in enough time to catch the jagged zig-zag of lightning that illuminated the world, heralding the clap of thunder soon to follow. And she smiled, shifting and nestling herself more comfortably on the couch, tugging a blanket tighter around herself. "Ah, so you're offering?" she commented with a sly grin. "I mean. I was ready to convince you it was a good idea, but since you're just offering..." She didn't watch a lot of TV, to be honest. There wasn't usually much point. She spent most time awake either working, as Amphitrite, or asleep - restlessly, something Otto was probably well used to even as Ax. But here she was at Otto's again, and somehow, watching things was becoming a little more routine. It wasn't really so bad. Although something had cut into their show, crawling across the screen in a blaring mess of red and white. She wrinkled her nose, but then Otto came back and she turned to him. "Nn, true, " she purred as she accepted the coffee, cupping it warmly in her hands. "Much more fun in here." Then, her gaze flickered back to the TV. "There's a message." She'd assumed it would be about the weather, but it wasn't.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 8:29 am
"You know, I just—its the least I can do as a good host," he returned without missing a beat, sinking back into the worn leather and reaching for the blanket she'd gathered around herself so he could join her beneath it. Her mention of the message on the TV was the first he noticed there was anything on that that wasn't what they'd sat down to watch, and he turned with a curious hum to see what she was talking about before pale brows arched. Message indeed. "With all the other s**t going down in this city, this guy must be a real monster to have the local cops in a panic." It was conversational, more puzzled than worr worried. As officers in the Negaverse Otto and Des were better equipped to handle a run in witha convict. At least on a one on one confrontation. If they had a firearm...but the news hadn't mentioned then being armed just yet. He glanced back at the girl beside him as he slipped an arm around her shoulders, looking for any signs or alarm or worry and doubting he'd find any. Des was probably thet toughest woman he had in his life. Current or previous
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2018 8:33 am
Desdemona was a little like a cat in a way... such as the way she occupied space when she got comfortable, almost like a liquid, easily settling in against "Or the news was just getting too dull for the slack jawed consumer, " she mused with a vague little laugh. "Living in a city where people running around in costumes beating the snot out of each other gets old. Imagine that." Things like that didn't scare her. Why should they? She'd been tortured, more than once - and in many ways, she would take being stabbed with a knife over the violation that came with someone plunging a hand into her chest to squeeze and torment while smiling, smiling that awful smile, and - She took a deep breath. No. She was the one with the power to do that now; enclosed spaces, entrapment might get under her skin... but as for something as pedestrian as murder, as a human with a blade, no. The power suddenly switched off, and she groaned. "Seriously? - Destiny City really needs to update its systems or something, this is getting a bit ridiculous."
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2018 4:47 pm
Fingers tips gliding absently along her shoulder, Otto frowned at the TV before dipping his head to the side so he could take in the lovely lady lounging beside him. "Isn't that the whole world now? Crazy folks with costumes and magic beating the s**t out of each other all over the globe?" Maybe it wasn't. He couldn't recall if the thought had been something in passing or an old memory or something he'd heard. Didn't matter, really. Especially not as the lights flickered and went out. He glanced up as if he could somehow see the source of the outage through the ceiling, sighing loudly. "I feel like there's a theme developing." He huffed a sigh as he slouched a little further down into the couch. "Can't even enjoy a quiet evening in without something going wrong." What was this world coming to? "With as nasty as it is out I sort of doubt they'll get the power up and running again anytime soon. Maybe I should grab some candles."
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 9:57 am
It really was... this was all that Desdemona's world was, really. Costumes and magic and - "I suppose if you're normal, you'd get tired of hearing about a war that didn't concern you after awhile, " she remarked lightly. But now that they were sitting here in the dark... "We don't need candles." She smiled, and carefully, she leaned forward to set her coffee down onto the table - and she made it a point to grab for Otto's too, specifically so she could shift. Carefully (didn't want any mishaps in the dark), she turned and slid her leg over Otto's lap, drawing herself in until she was straddling his thighs, facing him. With her hands planted on the back of the couch on either side of his head, she leaned in to kiss him. "I heard a rumor, " she whispered, "that being robbed of your sight enhances your other senses - let's see if there's any truth to that one, handsome."
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 5:10 pm
That got a quirked brow, lips drawn up in a crooked, curious smile as she set her mug on the coffee table before leaning into his side to claim his as well so she could set it with the other. Then she she was rising up on her knees, one curved leg sliding across his thighs so she was straddling his lap. Head against the cushion, her hands to either side, he looked up at her--what little he could see in the dark--as she came in for a kiss. It got a hum from the man, low and appreciative, and large hands trailed along the sides of her legs where they curled beside him, following the familiar curves until his palms could smooth along her back, pressing her in against him. "But I can still see you," he pointed out mildly, barely drawing back from her mouth, lips brushing lips. Not to argue, because Otto wasn't against anything that seemed to lead to wandering hands or exposed skin. He found it impossible to be around Desdemona without the urge to touch her dominating his thoughts. She'd been away for so long. If they'd just cut ties he probably could have gotten over her given time along with the distance, but he'd held on, grasping at what threads he could still hold onto. Tangled up in her more than he could recall ever having been before. It was alarming, exciting, frustrating.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2018 1:28 pm
Desdemona laughed softly against his mouth, sliding a finger between them to press against his lips. "Hush now, handsome - details. If you're worried about getting the full effect, " she reached down, grabbing one of his hands to slide it beneath her shirt, making a deliberately throaty sound as his fingers ran over her ribs, "just close your eyes. I'll take care of the rest." If there were any sounds out of the ordinary - scratches or bumps or anything else that might be amiss - she did not concern herself with them. If her senses were going to be honed by the dark, she wanted to focus on the pleasant things. She'd had enough fear to last several lifetimes before she'd been old enough to drink, and rage enough that it would have burned men to embers if they'd not known how to handle it. She was Power now, capable and in control. Come what may, she would handle it. Let the distractions reign. Beejoux I feel like they might ftb here but that's up to you xd
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