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by Enso and Mu » Sat May 26, 2018 5:15 am
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by Macisikan » Sat May 26, 2018 5:51 pm
by New Dornalia » Sun May 27, 2018 5:50 pm
Roania wrote:Maein's cheeks turned red, though for the first time that day it wasn't because she was embarrassed. She was angry. And scared. And embarrassed, yes, but angry and scared. Her voice caught a few times. With forced calmness, the young woman nodded. "Zei Guanlin is the man I have told you about. We have an arrangement, and I know you lived up to your end of it." Her eyes, and the way she tightened her grip on Paul's arm, would rather show she wasn't sure, but she definitely hoped and expected jo to have kept her word. "...may I ask what he said?"
by Enso and Mu » Mon May 28, 2018 4:42 pm
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by Macisikan » Tue May 29, 2018 4:14 am
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by Enso and Mu » Tue May 29, 2018 6:03 pm
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by Macisikan » Tue May 29, 2018 7:01 pm
by New Dornalia » Sun Jun 03, 2018 4:14 pm
Enso and Mu wrote:Vega nodded his tacit agreement to the man's figure, and with an air of only the slightest reluctance, had handed over his datacube. The price wasn't outrageous for the work, and he supposed even a bounty-hunter deserved due payment for due work. But that was a good portion of his capital for the exhibition, and a lifetime of half-martial, half-monastic bent had made him miserly when it came to his own spending.
This was around when Maein had showed up, and he looked to her with a mixture of concern and confusion. She didn't seem well - hadn't seemed well for most of the trip. Distracted, even. But then, her mood crystalized and clarified, and as it did, it seemed to solidify Vega's impression as well. He liked determination. People need to invoke it in themselves more often.
"Then I'm going with you," he replied, his tone making it abundantly clear it was neither an offer or a request. He'd fall in alongside Maein, cognizant of the weight of the stunner at his hip. The weapon wasn't exactly SY-tech, but it was an elegant device all the same. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it, but in a place like this, anything that couldn't have punched holes in lumaplate probably wasn't going to give people much pause UNTIL it was used.
He glanced over his shoulder as they were going. "Hetu, I'm flying aboard the Dok-shifa. If you find anything you can catch up with me there."
Macisikan wrote:Behind them Hetu had risen to his feet in one smooth motion; if he didn’t have a cybersuit under his clothes, then the boy was one long streak of muscle. The smirk briefly faded into an expression of interest. The cube had disappeared somewhere into his clothes.
“Sure thin,” he said, strolling along behind them, hands in his pockets. “Bu’, ma man, ya now me pay cheque, so ‘m gonna tag alon’ if ya don’ mind. Go’ an in’res’ now in ya not having ya feathers pull’d ou’ by Josie.”
He casually glanced around the bar, smirk back; as he met the gazes of the patrons, they hurriedly re-discovered just how fascinating their drinks, the stripper, the wall, each other’s faces, and, in one case, the floor was. Just look at the details in that spilled drink – truly an artwork worthy of Earth From Before.
Roania wrote:Maein didn't speak until she was at Vega's side. "Na'ow, Satoshi Vega." Her voice was distant, soft. Her expression was troubled. "I think you might have been a better companion for my negotiations than Paul was. He had objections to my new career, and asked me to come out here to join you while he..." She looked back over her shoulder, catching the hungry eyes that had watched her return to the public bar.
She knew she was beautiful; Her body had developed an unfortunate bit of tone, and worse a bit of tan, during her exile, but she took pains to keep her face, her body, soft, warm, and welcoming. And she was pale where a woman should be pale, at least. Yes, she was beautiful... but she expected herself to be beautiful. To be beautiful was to be art, to be art was to be your best self. A beautiful woman was beautiful because it was the place of a woman to be beautiful. Men might find her attractive, but to attract a man only with your body was to admit you were a failure at holding their attention in any other way. Sex, the act of a man taking her, or of she taking of him, or of them taking each other... it was pleasant, but as a mere physical act it was best left to youths and maidens. And having known from a young age she would take the crystal, she had never been much interested. Now that she was a woman grown... well, last night had awoken something in her, which still danced at the edge of her mind. Paul had felt good under her. He had felt right. And perhaps that had been just the chocolate, and perhaps with the chocolate any man would feel right.
But he had put her aside; and at first she had been humiliated to be rejected, and to have put herself in that position; but he had meant no harm... and she was grateful to him. For his silence. Much as she was annoyed with him for his voice now. He had no right to make claims on her, or tell her no. He didn't understand. But did she?
Oh, her body was soft and warm and welcoming, to please the eye, her eye and the eyes of men, and to tempt the hand, as only a man's hand could be tempted. But to be possessed, to be held, to be safeguarded, to be his, and in a way that made him just as much hers.
To them, it seemed she was just the physical. And Paul had made her see that. To see that while she wanted, had promised herself, safety in arms, even in a sea of them... all she was to them was tits –- and had this thought process not occurred in the fraction of a second, her brow would have furrowed at the vulgarity, and at the infantilization-- and arse. And then she did understand, and her lips pursed, and her eyes, which had been vague, worried, concerned, gleamed with a crystalline anger. She dropped Paul's jacket, no longer caring that it left her mostly revealed to the crowd, and her hand went to her collar. "...and I'm going back in to get him."
by Roania » Sun Jun 03, 2018 5:29 pm
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by New Dornalia » Wed Jun 06, 2018 5:01 am
Enso and Mu wrote:Almost as soon as the combat began, Vega realized he was outmatched and outgunned. A stunner was a useful weapon, and the Mujin made good ones - they could cycle as fast as any lethal weapon good, and some, like Vega's, were designed to be either a melee weapon or a close-in handgun when necessary, but that didn't matter. It was clear that knocking some people down and really making them feel bad about themselves just wasn't going to cut it here.
He was going to need a new weapon, he realised. He screeched, making sure to keep himself moving as he fired relatively indiscriminately into their assailants, and did his best to move with Hetu, perhaps even draw fire away from the cyborg. He followed the more feral shout with something that was probably a language - and probably profane.
Vega had never cared much for combat on this scale. In its own way, mech combat was cleaner. Much more destructive, of course, but it provided you a level of abstraction that was easier to square with the precepts. Wasn't the first precept not to kill, after all?
He flourished the stunner, causing the bladelike protrusion it concealed to quite suddenly extend, dancing with a corona of energetic discharge as he flourished it again and shifted to a two-handed grip, shouting again in a crudly-accented rendition of the Rudanese trade language. "<Maein, get your ass out of here!>"
No, the Shunyo would be overkill. And likely get them all thrown off the planet.
But later, he and Paul were going to have a frank exchange of ideas.
Macisikan wrote:When the shot echoed down the corridor Hetu sighed softly and did up his jacket. He knew exactly where this was going. Jo was a complete moron who prided herself on never touching alcohol so much that she had to mention it to everyone; he got to hear it three times when she first contracted him. Privately he suspected she’d given herself the damn nickname of “Lemonade”. So instead of touching booze, she got high on her own supply. Regularly. Because she was a moron. With no sense of restraint.
He’d already started moving when she began bellowing; not sneaking, but rather strolling around Vega with a muttered “’scuse me ma man,” making a quiet non-threatening beeline for the thug who had questioned his presence.
And then Maein put on a light show; like everyone else, Hetu’s attention was drawn by the dramatics. Unlike Jo’s minions, he didn’t stay fixated on her Medusa act. Instead, he sidled up to Mr Dim-but-Observant, who was, for the first and last time demonstrating some presence of mind and bringing his own weapon up to point at Vega. He never got the chance to fire as Hetu brought his hands across the man’s throat.
The thug gurgled as he slid to the floor, his life’s blood welling out of a second smile that ran ear-to-ear. Hetu’s attention moved to the next one; this time his hand came swiftly up, meeting the man’s solar plexus in a blow that would normally wind someone. Instead, the front of his terrible suit turned wet and slick as the blade was pulled out; he was dead before he hit the floor.
By this stage Mezu, the one who wanted to see how Maein would “handle the rollercoaster” was levelling his own weapon at the back of Paul’s head.
There was a brief period in which a lot happened.
At the end of it, Mezu was choking on his own blood as Hetu whispered something into his ear, lowering him almost gently to the floor, and a fourth thug had sprouted a thrown knife from his throat.
The cyborg straightened, and glanced around; the smirk was back.
“We’re goin’ ta have comp’ny soon,” he said. “Can I have me knife back?”
Roania wrote:"That is exactly what I intend to..." Maein went, for a moment, limp. The sudden grip of a man had caught her by surprise. No one had ever touched her like that before. At least, no one male. "Please let go of me." She spoke very softly, and very shyly, looking up at Manny with deep green eyes that pleaded for reason. Surely any reasonable and decent man would agree to this request, especially as she had already announced her intention of going back to the office.
Unfortunately, Manny was neither decent nor reasonable. And he pulled her forward and cursed at her.
It was probably of small comfort to him or whatever family he had that he died doing what he loved (being lewd and rude). But die he did. A spot equidistant between Maein's breasts, previously hidden by what turned out to have actually been a skin-colored body-glove, began to glow. Brighter and brighter, bluer and bluer. First the body-suit burned away, revealing a shining jade crystal set in silver, set into her flesh. Then, too, did her shirt go up in greenish flames, and her jeans. Which meant, yes, that she stood there naked, in front of everyone in the room. She was beautiful, at least by the standards of her people. Soft where she should be soft. Firm where she should be firm. A woman, entirely, from her hair (which had now begun to glow), to her feet, which had lifted slightly off the ground, leaving her floating. And the crystal's light was spreading through her body; not making her less feminine or less nude, but making it less important, blunting characteristics... and her eyes opened wide and were now simple pools of liquid silver, and her arm turned in Manny's grasp and her hand grabbed his, and her other hand went to the crystal, and she spoke a word, one word, and Manny's skin began to change, as hers had changed, and yet not as hers had changed.
For crystal fire or not, she lived, and she was a woman. But the thug's skin, as the change spread from her fingers, became hard and brittle, and died. And she let him go, and kicked him in the chest, and where her foot met his body, the change began again, burning through clothing and skin... and soon it would reach his heart, and he would die, but even then his flesh would continue to turn to rock, and the rock would turn to dust, and soon he would be as if he had never been.
But Maein paid no attention. Instead, she began to float forward, towards the back door. Any thugs who got in her way received the same treatment as Manny. That explosion had rattled her right around, and now she had only one interest. Getting back to the office and rescuing her crew.
by Enso and Mu » Wed Jun 06, 2018 8:14 am
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by Roania » Thu Jun 07, 2018 11:51 am
by Macisikan » Thu Jun 07, 2018 5:44 pm
by New Dornalia » Sun Jun 10, 2018 5:51 pm
Enso and Mu wrote:The sohei-captain powered down his stunner as the conflict drew to a close, retracting it back within itself, as he stood down from his combat stance. He was seething, and it was at his angriest that he was most prone to thoughts of complete withdrawal. Perhaps it was best that his pilot module was damaged so badly. Wasn't this the perfect excuse to retire and become monastic in full?
Instead, he chuckled darkly at the idea of being banned, and turned to Maein, some of the malice in his eyes bleeding off... but not all. "<I will await you at your ship.>"
He would depart from there at once. He needed time on his cushion - and time to consider the legality of what they had achieved.
Macisikan wrote:“Hetu,” the cyborg said in response to Maein. “Th’ name’s Hetu. Please ta mee’cha. An’ ya frien’,” while his expression had been quite neutral when looking at her, it was appraising when he glanced at the Orderman. “You an’ I need ta haf a cha’ la’er,” he said to Paul. “Bou’ wha’ happ’n’d ba’ there. But la’er – no’ now. Vega, ma man, wai’ up,” he, well, sauntered. There’s no other word for it; he sauntered after the Satoshi, looking as though he hadn’t just killed four people up close and personal.
Forget the carefree body language; there wasn’t a speck of blood on him. Did he have a packet of handywipes in his pockets?
Roania wrote:"Satoshi Vega, please wait. You were discussing business with this gentleman." she indicated Hetu. "I would consider it an honour if you would permit him on board and continue with your conversation. And... I am sorry. I will explain once I understand the explanation."
That business concluded, after they were alone, she gave Paul a searching look. "Well, you're probably the best of your people that I've met, but don't think we're even, Paul." She was smiling as she said it, though, and the light flush that came to her cheeks was a good sign that she was recovering. "I used the last of my power on healing you, so I will put you to work. We need a few more supplies, and I shall need new clothing. And some tea. And one of your computers." She stepped closer, closing his jacket around her as best she could, her high cheekbones now highlighted in pink.
She still wanted to be close to the orderman. If her half-lidded eyes were an indication, she wanted to be close indeed. Or she was exhausted. Either way, one of her small hands found his, and squeezed, before she sighed. "I owe you several explanations. But can they wait until I'm properly dressed? Or, at the very least, til I have a real skirt on? I do not know how to mind you seeing as much as you have, and the others... My modesty was a necessary loss... But the fewer other men who see, the better. "
by Enso and Mu » Sun Jun 10, 2018 6:27 pm
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by Macisikan » Mon Jun 11, 2018 1:06 am
by Roania » Tue Jun 12, 2018 6:13 pm
by Enso and Mu » Thu Jun 14, 2018 6:14 am
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by Galba Dea » Thu Jun 14, 2018 6:41 am
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by New Dornalia » Sun Jun 17, 2018 8:15 pm
Roania wrote:"Did I keep you waiting?" Maein asked, a soft smile playing on her lips. She'd done as Paul had suggested, grabbing sunglasses and a hair tie even, then chosen an outfit and vanished into the changing room. The girl who came out was not the woman who went in, though. She stood there now, in front of him, all trace of the businesswoman and the witch gone. Before, Maein had worn a dress or a deliberately slutty outfit. Now, she wore a low-cut tight green sweater over a high-cut white long-sleeved shirt that was even tighter, above a long brown corduroy skirt.
The effect was attractive, if slightly less mature, and she carried it with some uncertainty and modesty that made her seem far more local. Or that was her intention. It was helped by her large sunglasses, and the girlish ponytail she'd thrown her hair into. But most important, it was helped by how before Paul had the chance to respond she slipped into the seat next to him, and kissed him on the cheek. "Like, you're the best! Thanks for waiting for me, awesome." She spoke in a pitch-perfect, softer Dornland Valley Girl Accent. "Now can we go get something to eat? I'm kind of... oh..." She touched her finger to his cheek, and made a face. "Silly me!"
She giggled and produced a tube of lip gloss, then slowly and carefully applied it to her lips. From as close as they were, he could smell the fruity scent of the lipgloss. Especially as she finished the job and leaned in, then kissed him. Firmly, meaningfully, and determinedly. When she broke the kiss... well, she was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't see, but it certainly seemed her smile was sincere. "Much better. So... can we go get something to eat? Like, if you're going to keep me up all night again, I'll need some food!"
by Roania » Mon Jun 18, 2018 10:49 am
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