True enough... Though getting totally messed up doesn't even get you anything. Which I guess works out better for your teammates but is lame when you're trying to take advantage of your powers for points.
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...Anyways, was there something you wanted to do, nap and snack included?
I guess... I mean, it's yours, so you can do what you want with it. But it ain't like it's ever gonna truly go away. Taking a vacation don't mean you still gotta go to work later, right?
[The room is set up like the wall walk of a castle, with plenty of space for swashbuckling between the parapets and towers--seems appropriate. Nemesis steps a ways over the cobbles before holding out her arm with a flourish, a short blade forming from nothing in her hand. A faint waft of uncertainty is waved off with a shrug, replaced by a tired but game feeling]
[Taking in the scenery, there's a spark of amusement, followed by satisfaction. Lancelot nods; summoning two swords-- a full sized one in one hand an a slightly shorter in the other hand.]
[Nemesis pulls up a smile, pushing better things through--gratitude, appreciation, satisfaction, selfish happiness to steal these moments. And those things are equally true and real, and it's easy for her smile to go even more honest, especially once they get out onto the street.
She doesn't verbally apologize for fanning Req's guilt, though she doesn't try to hide the notes of apology that come through the link (the guilt and insecurity do get an attempt at least), and her hand squeezes back tight]
...Any preferences? I already got the company I was going for, so...
[ the guilt eases off a bit as they walk, anyway, just a steady fountain of affection and desire in a general sense, beyond happy that they're touching and walking together. that warmth from before bubbles up a little more now, too. ]
... nah. Don't matter where long as I got you, y'know?
You should pick somewhere you're comfy, though. ... sorry, for before.
[As promised, by evening Nemesis is at the front steps of the dorm, her own bike pulled in front of the dorms for once. There's a bag tied to the back but otherwise she looks more or less like how she left him earlier]
[Its easy enough to unbutton the silky fabric, though sadly the shirt is probably not worth saving at this point. She hisses as he pulls the fabric away from all the cuts, half-dried blood tugging at the ripped skin.
That said, the wounds are mostly shallow, some already beginning to scab over. Only a couple are serious enough to need more than a wipe down with peroxide: the jagged cut through her left shoulder; the deep punctures through her side, thankfully missing major organs.]
[He sucks in a sharp breath, in sympathy, when he sees the extext of them - gentles his already gentle touch even further, as he eases the fabric off her shoulders]
You sure you don't want me to get a healer? Some of these look rough.
[She runs her hands over narrow hips and down the thin fabric of his shorts; curls around and under the crease where his rear meets his thighs, unhurriedly, indulgently squeezing]
...Or is the danger of being caught part of the appeal?
[It's a good-sized changing room, equipped with a three-way mirror, plenty of hooks, and an overstuffed chair for any tagalongs to give their opinions from. When they meet at the changing room door, Nemesis indeed does have a stack of clothing folded over her arm, some that does indeed look ruffly. The smirk on her face almost distracts from her slight flush]
[He's got a bunch of stuff, too, from the looks of things; as promised, some of what he's holding is covered in ruffles, as well. His flush is decidedly pronounced as he sticks what he's holding up on one of those hooks]
Pretty sure that's my line, dude. You're going down.
[That works out, since given the chance and the extra contact, Nemesis makes another faint sound into the kiss--wriggles to press more into Alizarin's hands. Her own hands stay restless, running over the skin of Alizarin's back, down to fumble at the hooks and zips at her skirt--helping!--back up to ruffle at the hair at the nape of her neck, attempting to deepen the kiss further.
Neither of these get done quite as efficiently as they could, but anything else would require pulling away, and that would mean less of Alizarin's soft heat against her, which is a tough decision...]
[ That enthusiasm is quite contagious, albeit more subtly on Alizarin's part, tease that she is. After taking the time to thoroughly respond to that eager kiss, her hands slide away from Nemesis's skin and skim up over her shoulders, taking that jacket with her, and pausing just for a lingering moment with Nemesis's arms trapped in the sleeves, just enough for an airy chuckle against her mouth. Bit of a dominance bent, is all. ]
[ Still, she's not cruel, and the jacket finds the floor in short order, and her mouth finds better things to do than laugh. This time when her hands find Nemesis's skin beneath her shirt they drift upwards, bringing the cloth as they go. ]
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Day 229 - Tinder Game
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Gonna be busy, but not as busy as some people, sounds like.
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Sounds like a plan. Why waste time looking for stuff when you could be eating it instead?
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True enough... Though getting totally messed up doesn't even get you anything. Which I guess works out better for your teammates but is lame when you're trying to take advantage of your powers for points.
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...Anyways, was there something you wanted to do, nap and snack included?
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[prickling with very light indignation]
Not that I dislike naps or snacks but you make it sound like I'm a toddler.
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Yeah...true. Ain't like you need the street cred, neither, so no point in worrying about it.
[Honest; a tinge of respect]
...You could make your own murderisle if you wanted to.
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. . .What do you mean?
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[A shy little bloom of flattered accomplishment sneaks out before she can help it, but she blusters on anyway]
I... If a rampage opportunity knocks, you gotta answer, right?
And...what variable? The amount of people who'd be around versus the amount of people who'd try to stop me?
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Those, or whatever letter you have in the equation. Possibly multiple letters.
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I guess... I mean, it's yours, so you can do what you want with it. But it ain't like it's ever gonna truly go away. Taking a vacation don't mean you still gotta go to work later, right?
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Do you just want another excuse to smoke cannabis?
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Yeah...
[The room is set up like the wall walk of a castle, with plenty of space for swashbuckling between the parapets and towers--seems appropriate. Nemesis steps a ways over the cobbles before holding out her arm with a flourish, a short blade forming from nothing in her hand. A faint waft of uncertainty is waved off with a shrug, replaced by a tired but game feeling]
You ready?
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[Nemesis pulls up a smile, pushing better things through--gratitude, appreciation, satisfaction, selfish happiness to steal these moments. And those things are equally true and real, and it's easy for her smile to go even more honest, especially once they get out onto the street.
She doesn't verbally apologize for fanning Req's guilt, though she doesn't try to hide the notes of apology that come through the link (the guilt and insecurity do get an attempt at least), and her hand squeezes back tight]
...Any preferences? I already got the company I was going for, so...
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... nah. Don't matter where long as I got you, y'know?
You should pick somewhere you're comfy, though. ... sorry, for before.
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Day 282 - Kissing Game
[Nemesis takes one of the vials and sniffs it dubiously]
What d'you think they put in this stuff...?
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Day 297~ - Monster Bingo II
Day 357 - Tinder Game
[As promised, by evening Nemesis is at the front steps of the dorm, her own bike pulled in front of the dorms for once. There's a bag tied to the back but otherwise she looks more or less like how she left him earlier]
Ready to go?
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Ready when you are.
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Day 365 - post murder mysterium
Relax...right.
[Its easy enough to unbutton the silky fabric, though sadly the shirt is probably not worth saving at this point. She hisses as he pulls the fabric away from all the cuts, half-dried blood tugging at the ripped skin.
That said, the wounds are mostly shallow, some already beginning to scab over. Only a couple are serious enough to need more than a wipe down with peroxide: the jagged cut through her left shoulder; the deep punctures through her side, thankfully missing major organs.]
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You sure you don't want me to get a healer? Some of these look rough.
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[She runs her hands over narrow hips and down the thin fabric of his shorts; curls around and under the crease where his rear meets his thighs, unhurriedly, indulgently squeezing]
...Or is the danger of being caught part of the appeal?
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day 383 - misteltoe
[It's a good-sized changing room, equipped with a three-way mirror, plenty of hooks, and an overstuffed chair for any tagalongs to give their opinions from. When they meet at the changing room door, Nemesis indeed does have a stack of clothing folded over her arm, some that does indeed look ruffly. The smirk on her face almost distracts from her slight flush]
Think you're ready for this?
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Pretty sure that's my line, dude. You're going down.
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day 424
[That works out, since given the chance and the extra contact, Nemesis makes another faint sound into the kiss--wriggles to press more into Alizarin's hands. Her own hands stay restless, running over the skin of Alizarin's back, down to fumble at the hooks and zips at her skirt--helping!--back up to ruffle at the hair at the nape of her neck, attempting to deepen the kiss further.
Neither of these get done quite as efficiently as they could, but anything else would require pulling away, and that would mean less of Alizarin's soft heat against her, which is a tough decision...]
Re: day 424
[ Still, she's not cruel, and the jacket finds the floor in short order, and her mouth finds better things to do than laugh. This time when her hands find Nemesis's skin beneath her shirt they drift upwards, bringing the cloth as they go. ]
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day 425
[Cocks her head, her hand finding its way low on his hip]
Something short and sexy, right...?
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