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Post by Mister Karma on Jan 8, 2017 2:06:57 GMT -5
((Got permission from Rin to use her characters in this RP a while ago))
Prologue: A Grand Unveiling in 205X
The briefcase swung carefree in the hand of the First New Haven Historical Arts Center manager, a huge grin across his middle-aged, five o'clock shadowed face as he approached the large concrete building. Midafternoon, around closing hours, the perfect time to host a grand unveiling of an immemorial the likes of which no human had ever seen before. The director's grinned widened as he blinked away his nerves, imagining instead the millennia of lost history finally uncovered by the talented archaeologists who gave him this delicate case. The event was in the works for weeks, and there were inserts among every Sunday newspaper in New Haven, building up to this one special day. Thursday. November 11th. Halfway through the 21st century.
What a way for New Haven's Golden Age to turn!
The people's interests in cultural and artistic history spiked soon after the fall of the looming shadow called, ironically, A.N.G.E.L. There was a bump-up in money, a break in the needless taxes, a shuffle in the mayors holding office. Funds were poured to where they mattered, and the leftovers funneled into luxuries that brought the races together, to live and learn as one.
That was what made Robert Marques, Jr. proud to be a citizen of this great city. What wonderful things people could do to better their own living spaces. Buildings renovated and updated in appearance and utility code, streets paved smoothly, gang tags removed and walls painted with beautiful murals of Massachusetts pride... The 2050's were a time to be alive!
Robert ascended the stairs, greeting a small crowd of well-off young adults at the door before entering the decorated main lobby. He fit in quite well with the high-class group of men and women, adorned in his black pressed suit and tie combo, shining dress shoes, and neatly combed salt and pepper coif. Man, if his father were still alive today... This was quite a step from managing a Super Discount Groceries for the junior. Five years with the museum made him the man he was today, organizing events for the citizens of New Haven to enjoy, to create memories with each other, and have something to talk about for decades to come. At the grocery store...managing sales could only bring one so much satisfaction and meaning.
The lobby was large and magnificent, with shining marble floors, pure white walls and four great Roman-style columns supporting the high dome ceiling far above. Bright lights shined from glass chandeliers, and candles flickered from the columns. The green curtains were rolled up and bound away from the small flames carefully, their ties triple-knotted to ensure even the pull strings would not ignite. The acoustics in the room were astounding, you could hear everything even if the echoes were, at times, overwhelming. Robert could not stop beaming. His maintenance staff did a marvelous job dressing the building up for tonight!
The event wasn't due to begin for another hour. There was enough time to let the guests enjoy the snacks, the beverages, the variety of music playing in the powerful surround-sound hooked all across the spacious foyer. There was enough time for The Bob-O, as his father would call him, to meet with the new tour guide he personally trained. Especially for this occasion, as tonight would prove her worth to the museum, and ultimately to New Haven's cultural central. Greeting as many people as he could, Robert wore his smile all the way down the empty, well-lit corridor, past suits of armor from eras of history, bearing a left turn at a T intersection where a large replica portrait of Vlad Tepes hung. He continued his brisk stroll, unable to contain his excitement any longer as he beheld the form of Raven Rowe, official tour guide of the Arts Center after weeks of extensive training. Her shining dark hair was bound up in a bun, tan skin irradiant in contrast with her white, short sleeve blouse and long, black skirt. Her brown eyes were wide with excitement and worry as she turned to meet her boss, quickly approaching Robert as she dusted off her long skirt of the nonexistent dust that settled.
"Mr. Marques, it's so good to see you!" Raven squeaked as she extended her hand for a handshake. The Bob-O laughed genuinely and responded as such, shaking his new tour guide's hand before patting her gently, casually, on the shoulder. He never once let the smile fade.
"Ms. Rowe," Rob began, "you did well in your training. Sure, I...heheh...I could have trained you for the guide position in a week and let ya be on your way, but...your enthusiasm, work ethic and willingness to learn got ya to where ya are tonight." He removed his hand from Raven's shoulder then, lifting the leather briefcase that was still in his other. He winked. "Inside here is an item that's gonna change your career forever. If all goes well, and it will, you'll be on the front page all across Southern Massachusetts." His beam widened, you could almost see light bounce off his perfect white teeth. "Maybe even into the Striper Isles."
Raven's eyes began to sparkle with wetness as she shook her arms close to her chest in giddiness. She tried hard not to let out her excitement all at once, making Robert laugh heartily. Robert lowered the briefcase again, patting it with his free hand. "I can't show you what's in here yet, though. I think the overload in anxiety might kill ya," he joked. At once, he could see the tension lift from Raven's shoulders as she let out a heartfelt, warm laugh. She grabbed a seat on a cushioned chair against the wall, taking a deep breath to calm herself.
"I got an hour to kill, Mr. Marques," she remarked as she looked up at her boss. "Want me to head out there and mingle with the guests?"
Robert paused before shaking his head no. "I need you in here, to keep it a big surprise. Your parents are out there, too, Ms. Rowe, and I need to get this immemorial prepped for the unveiling. This is a big moment for the Historical Arts Center. Our first donation dating back to thousands of years ago is right in this case. It's just as big for New Haven, and people from the world over are gonna want to see it." His smile never once slipped away from his mildly aged face. "Just go over how you want to present it out here, I'm going to get this object processed," Robert assured Raven softly before making his exit further into the museum.
The young woman could only smile, unable to hold back her tears of excitement, and rightly so...concern.
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 7 2016, 05:34 AM The pearl white limousine belonging to the Archives' finally gets its turn to pull up to steps of the Arts Center. The four girls that slide out through the open door wore different but equally expensive outfits.
First out is a brunette snow leopard wearing a black pants suit with pink lace top and heavy necklace studded with rubies. Her feet are clad in sensible Mary Janes. The small white and gold purse hanging by a delicate strap from her shoulders features a ornate red coral clasp. In her left hand is a black lacquered cane with a brass handle and gold inlays.
Next is a model thin snake who unlike the conservative leopard is wearing a revealing black sequenced evening dress plunges down past her navel in front, rises up to her waist on the sides, and the backless cut extends low enough to see the small of her back. Tape and pasties kept her from showing too much as she got out of the limo. She carries a black quilted clutch studded with sapphires. The snake wears thick silver wedges. Her black hair is swirled up into a bun held together with long bamboo hairpins topped with sapphire pendants. To keep the chill at bay she wraps herself in a shawl of silver cloth with thick silver rings decorating the corners.
Third is a strawberry blonde dingo wearing a lace topped emerald green dress cut high in front and long in back with a deep v-neck showing plenty of cleavage. She accents it with simple gold necklaces and bracelets. She is also wearing a black jacket, black purse, and polished black high heels with gold braids.
The last lady out is dingo hybrid wearing a sheer art deco inspired black lace dress with nude color slip under a heavy leather trench coat. Silver earrings, bracelets, and clutch purse provide all the accent she needs.
As the car door closes behind them they pair up, Lucy and Rose leads Sasha and Janet up the steps to the front doors of the museum. Rose shows her invite and claims Lucy as her guests. Sasha does the same to get Janet into the party. Inside the building they admire the changes in the great lobby. The complex maze of stanchions and rope leading to the ticket booths is missing replaced by a row of tables serving as the official check in for the party.
"Rose Fitzgerald and LucyTownsend," the leopard says to the young brunette at the table while hugging lucy close around the waist.
"Sasha and Janet Cruxis," the strawberry blonde dingo announces to the sagely blonde one booth over. Janet hangs back a step from the tables.
Programs and other papers in hand they advance to claim one of the tables for themselves. Janet wanted one of the tables near the entrance. Sasha favored one closer to the back. Lucy wanted to be nearest to the stage. Rose wanted a table in the middle. The leopard forced Lucy's vote by simply dragging her into the center. As for the rest well Rose and Lucy sitting down and settling in for the part at the center pretty much put the nail into the debate.
"They have a bar and I think I saw a snack buffet." Sasha says. "Yeah they have snacks," Janet says and points before setting in to a chair facing the door. "Who's holding the fort?" Lucy asks. "I'm find with holding the table, go fetch me a sandwich and some wine." Rose jokes striking a masculine pose.
The girls leave Rose to guard the table, purses, and jackets while the other three checks out the bar and snacks. They grab a few sandwiches but mostly keep the fruit and cheeses. Lucy and Janet carry the plates back to the table. Rose with a wicked teasing smile starts off by picking a cookie. Lucy goes to help Sasha carry back the drinks. Wine for Rose. Beer for Sasha. Champagne for Lucy and Janet.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 9 2016, 12:58 AM There was a man leaning against the wall just outside the entrance, wearing a pressed black suit, a white long-sleeve undershirt, and a silver-and-black striped tie. His long sky-blue hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and his shining cat-like yellow eyes observed the New Haven citizens huddling about through thin-frame glasses, many dressed just as classy as he. A cigarette hung loosely in his mouth, and he took a quick puff of it as his gaze fell upon the form of four lovely women ascending the long staircase. The man arched an eyebrow, blowing the smoke away from the people as he followed them with just his eyes. Something about them drew his curiosity. Not anyone else here, not the goings-on inside, but these four ladies entering the event. The man flicked the ash off his cigarette, watching them enter the building out of the corner of his eye before smirking, once they were out of sight.
Tonight certainly is going to be an interesting one, he thought as he flicked the half-smoked stick away. The Second Seed should be inside right now, ready to greet....oh, what was his name...The Robert? Heh...egotistical human. All of them... Now was not the time to go inside and watch the women closely. That would give him away. Blending in with the crowd was a smarter idea, and having mingled with the small crowd moments ago, the young man cemented his chance to go in unnoticed. These humans knew him as Gary..what a disgusting name. How he despised human naming...
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Bam!
Robert slammed the briefcase down on the desk, much harder than he'd have liked to. His nerves were beginning to show, a weight setting in on his shoulders where one should not have been. Something in the air hung like a forty-ton weight...the same feeling his father had just before the turn of the millennium when the cult decided to assault him at his own job. His stance, his very form made the girl he was meeting with chuckle.
The room was longer than it was wide, the desk more of a fancy dinner table than a desk. Probably a long table exhumed from one of the many fifteenth century castles some independent archeology crew researched some time ago. It sat on a red velvet carpet, the room itself decorated in portraits, burgundy curtains, and various candle stands. Against the right wall rested a number of gilded chairs, complete with dark blue cushions to accent the red. His client was at the other end of the long table, hands folded behind her.
"No need to be nervous, Rob," the girl assured him. "This meeting was long overdue, you know!"
Robert smiled, chuckled in response as he shook his head, patting the leather briefcase as he finally brought himself to make eye contact with the young girl. Despite her crazy hair color and even more insane eyes, she managed to tie it all up in a high bun, completing her formal look with her own pressed pants suit. All white, with the exception of the tie. Lavender and electric blue, much like her hair. She was a wild young thing, wasn't she...
"I know it was, ah...what did you say your name was again?" he asked, trying to maintain composure. The girl smiled brightly, tilting her head. Man, something about her seemed off. Rob knew supernaturals and humans got along well now, but this girl...she seemed too eager to be involved in the event.
"You can call me Vanil....essa. Vanessa!" the girl chimed happily, bowing her greeting. Her voice was high and soft, like a young child's or a teenager's. The name slip...how does someone screw up their own name? Robert surmised she had a nickname when she was in high school if demons could ever attend such a thing. Maybe she was about to greet herself with her nickname? He mentally shrugged off the incident, patting the briefcase again.
"So I hear your coalition exhumed this lovely thing this time?" he asked, smiling. "You guys must have gone to great lengths to get it back here to New Haven. And to meet the crew that dug it up? That's an occasion even rarer than an event like this. I'm...I'm pumped! Pardon my French, haha..."
Vanessa met his laugh with her own cheerful giggle. "No problems, Rob! My, you're nervous about this event," she remarked. A patronizing remark...she had balls, for a girl. But then again, New Haven never saw anything as classy and cultural as this in quite a few decades. Maybe she was just remarking that? She stayed put, good girl, but her lavender-pink swirled eyes were fixated on the briefcase. Rob figured she was just excited to see her hard work in the box he received the item in. "But there's no need to be! All we need to do is finalize the paperwork," she explained, holding up a clipboard with a good stack of papers stuck onto it. "The Righteous Binary Machine Coalition, I think, did a marvelous job protecting your city's new moneymaker, and we want to make sure you're happy with your purchase as well!"
She slid the clipboard down Robert's way, pen attached. She was always a casual one, even in times of business. Which...unnerved Rob, frankly. No one was ever this casual about any business deal in a place of cultural appreciation. He kept his hazel eyes on the girl as he picked up the utensil, putting pen to paper. He didn't even bother to read the paperwork, just signing his name on the bottom line. Was he right to be suspicious? Was A.N.G.E.L. trying to make its return through immemorials? Did Dave Cruxis and Itachi Kumaria turn on the human race? Robert's father met them during the assault...they were barely able to save his life, but they did. Where he disappeared to after...Robert never knew. But he sure wished they were here right now, keeping him safe. Safe...
Business deals were supposed to feel safe in this kind of setting, right?
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 9 2016, 04:06 AM The girls scan the lobby from their table as the nibble on the fruits, nuts, slice meets, cheeses, and wafer crackers.
"Green drapes. Are they trying to tone down the party or show off there money" Lucy comments. "Money I think, or they like the color." Sasha replies. "Tone down the party," Rose says. "Or the like the color," she adds before taking a sip. "Chandeliers are nice. Kind of surprise they went through the expense of hanging up all this." Janet says. "Those are actual candles," Sasha comments. "Yep," Rose says from around a bite of sandwich. "Bit of an old choice of aesthetics. Looks nice, yeah. Wonder how they got those past the fire marshals." "Bribes?" Lucy suggests while rolling a cracker through her fingers like a coin. "Maybe. Wonder how fire proof the drapes and cords are up there. Probably good that we are in the center away from stuff that can fall down." Rose chuckles. "Still think its a stupid idea. What if some ember or something spreads. This museum is fill of pretty priceless stuff." Janet chimes in. "Ever lit of a oil painting?" Lucy jokes with an evil grin. "No." Sasha and Rose replies "Nor have I" Lucy adds and chuckles. "Bet they go up nicely though." "All these echos" Janet says changing the subject. She helps herself to some of the cheeses. "Not enough drapery." Rose says wiggling her finger in a circle. "Too much marble." Lucy says. "Big dome over head." Sasha points straight up.
"And we need more drink." Lucy says as she looks down at her empty champagne flute. Rose and Janet drinks are down to less than half. Only Sasha seem to have a sizable drink reserve left.
"Come on Rose, Lets see what they have at the bar that's better." Lucy says sliding back to her feet. The snake waits on the leopard before making a bee line for the bar.
Roses gets herself a nice Irish coffee while Lucy gets glass of wine. As for the dingoes they get them more beer.
"Can I buy you a drink or do you just want the money" A well dress elderly man says siding into Lucy's empty seat. "The money" Lucy says setting down her drinks at the table before fluidly sliding into the gentleman's lap. Rose sits down back into her spot.
"We just got our drinks. Though I guess we could always take a rain check" Rose says.
Lucy did not see a wedding ring after all and the guy looked to be someone who would tip well back at the club. She makes sure they guy could see all the way down her front and practically all her legs.
"By the way, this is my seat, but I don't mind sharing it with a handsome gentleman. I'm sure you don't mind either." Lucy purrs as she wraps an arm around his neck.
"So what do you lovely ladies do for a living?" He asks with a warm smile. "We're dancers" Rose says chuckling. "Flight Attendant" Janet says coldly. "Ballet? Modern?" He asks trying not to look down. "An even older style. We're exotic dancers for a club." Lucy explains patting the guys chest lightly. "Which club. I don't think I seen you gals before." He says looking down at the snakes almost naked form on him. "The Crying Wolf" Lucy answers. "I think I know of that club. Big one downtown. Been around but still popular." "We got a good pair of masters managing the place." Lucy answers and crosses her legs so the guy can see more of her thighs. "You should swing by some time, we can show off our skills to you." "Here's our card." Rose holds out a business card for the club for the man to take. "So you said you are a flight attendant. For which airline?" He asks Janet while pocketing the little card in his jacket. "Private Carters mostly." Janet answers. "Small biz-jets?" "Yes." the young dingo replies. "Heard of the Mile High Club?" He asks. "Lots. Wouldn't join it though with someone like you." she replies to cut him down. "I think I owe you girls a round of drinks." He says with a strained chuckle.
"Excuse me miss we have an extra chair we're not using." An older lady calls from another table. "Go ahead and take it so you can have a proper seat for the event." "Dear go ahead and take it to them." She chides her husband. The man carries the chair over to the table and sets it down next to Lucy and the man. He gives a apologetic bow and returns to the table with his wife.
Lucy shrugs and slides off the guy to take a seat on the new chair. She picks up her drink and holds it till the other girls gets the message. The girls raise their glasses in the direction of the old couple in a silent toast.
Most of the snacks where eaten by Rose and Sasha who wore sensible clothing that did not show off every curve and bulge. Lucy practically had to keep to fruit and crackers to keep her figure for that barely there dress. Janet did not have to restrict herself from the protein as much but simply did not have a job that help burn off the calories like the others.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 10 2016, 12:45 AM The small crowd began moving towards the door, single file, and the First Seed made a friendly nod to one of the girls he got close with, a young angel woman, around 120 years of age with fair skin and platinum blonde hair with silver eyes. Her rosy red cheeks flushed more when she made eye contact with the man, her form shrinking in on itself shyly when he came near. The Seed smiled genuinely as he took her arm gently, his date for the grand show that would unfold in just a half hour.
The young woman, Anahita, rested her fair head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his chest as he escorted her into the building. The foyer was full now, the crowd building up, and the Seed's yellow eyes darted from person to person all while he absentmindedly stroked Ana's soft hair gently with affectionate strokes. Those four charming ladies...they had an interesting energy about them. They couldn't hide it from the suited man. Anahita must have said something softly to her date-- "You're warm, Gary." --but the man paid no mind, simply planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
Yellow eyes scoped out a strawberry-blonde canine demon of sorts...two canine demons, actually, as he escorted his date to the table of quickly diminishing snacks. Cheese and maybe a few pieces of what was left of the fruit made their way onto two small snack dishes, one for the Seed, one for Ana. Two glasses of champagne for the couple, as well. He couldn't keep the energetic feeling he got from the two demons. Maybe the other two women had the same energy...
For now, the First Seed turned his full undivided attention to Anahita, offering her a toast with a warm smile. "To us, my dearest," he whispered. The glasses clinked.
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As if on cue, the final paper was signed and initialed in all its proper places. Robert's arm tremored wildly, his perfect signatures becoming more like random scrawls, his initials looking like pictographs from an ancient era. Vanessa giggled and smiled all the while. Why, why was she like this?
"Now, I just need one final check to make sure your new artifact is ready for display!" she jeered. "Do you mind if I open your briefcase, Mr. Bob-O?"
Rob's eyes dilated; nobody called him by his family-given nickname, not even his own wife! Looking the girl straight in the eye, he growled low, "Yeah, but don't ever refer to me as Bob-O under any circumstances. Ya hear me?"
Vanessa giggled, opening the briefcase just a crack and peering inside. Rob kept his eyes on her through every motion, eying her body language, every breath she took. She was giving more of herself away than he was sure she intended to, and he was confident Vanessa was up to something shady. What was that thing in there? A counterfeit? A cursed item? ... The spirit of the Administrator?
One hand slid in, the same hand slid out, all in a matter of three and a half split seconds. Briefcase clicking shut. Briefcase sliding over to Rob's possession in exchange for the papers he just signed. Rob was uneasy, why?
Vanessa tilted her head to a side, still smiling brightly. "What's the matter? Second guessing having your girl, Raven, present the gift? Oh, but if you don't, Mr. Robert, your event here will have been arranged for nothing," she pouted.
That was it. Rob opened the briefcase back up, removing the small white box from within its velvet insides. "I'll show ya, Vanessa. Raven's got it down packed, and this party's going to rock New Haven's foundations," he ranted, unaware of the growing tremors that were given off from the box's insides. "Probably literally...and really, I'm hoping it won't."
"I'm sure it'll rock more than New Haven, my good sir," Vanessa cheered. "Deal's finalized, after all! The trinket is yours!"
Robert stood, his hazel eyes boring into the form of Vanessa. Somehow...he felt that wasn't her name. Somehow, he felt she was playing him. And yet, why was he here, ready to present something he wasn't even sure was safe for human viewing? Human touching? He heard stories of artifacts from all the world over affecting humans in strange ways. Hitler with his mandrake root came to mind...World War II was quite popular in the museum.
"Well, let's make some waves, Binary Machine," Robert agreed. The tremors strengthened in his hands...
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 10 2016, 05:54 AM "So about that drink you were buying us." Lucy asks with a smile. "I think the order is two wines, two beers, and what ever you are drinking."
"I think I can remember that," He says and slides back his chair to get up. "Two wines. White? Two beers. And coffee." He says with grin. "I need to keep my wits about me I think."
The girls watch the guy leave before continuing the conversation. "He is a fun lad." Lucy says with a smile. "Yes" Rose agrees. "Better than random chatting about the food and silverware." Sasha adds. "At least he's good enough to buy the drinks, still I hope the main event starts soon." Janet complains. "Yeah, think I can agree with that. The lack of action is tiresome. Just sitting around behaving is not something I can stand much longer." Lucy says getting up and moving her chair closer to rose. She leans against the leopard to warm up. Rose hugs her closer knowing the snake is probably chilled.
"Somethings up though?" Sasha says. "I swear someone was analyzing me and my girl. And not in the since of our chatty guy. I don't think we are the only ones here capable of misbehaving." "I did not notice or feel anything," Janet says resisting the urge to look around by taking a measure sip from her beer. She holds the glass up to look around the room through the reflections. "Bets on what the trouble will be? I say 200 on bombing." Rose asks. "I say your wasting money on such a long ball guess. 100 on someone pulling a heist" Sasha says with a shrug. "Easier times to pull off a heist than today with the party. 400 on demonic rampage We're over due for one of those." Lucy says with a chuckle. "There's a few other demons here but I don't think they are on our level. One-thousand on we shoot the offender into a swiss cheese." Janet says holding up a slice of swiss. "More seriously. 300 on black magic possession." "I think you been reading too many of those fantasy romance novels on your flights" Lucy says. "And you been reading to many Dark Side Comics. Rogue demons really?" Janet shoots back. "You should totally read the Chronicles of Virginia Lockhart. Best demon slayer around." "You just like her since she looks like Minerva." "Girls behave." Rose says even as she totally gropes one of Lucy's small boobs under the dress. Janet blushes and looks away.
"Sorry it took me so long. The crowd around the bar is getting pretty thick" The man says as he returns. "Yeah no prob" Rose says. "Are you into girl on girl?" "Eh. I'm not going to complain about the view." He says as he sets down the drinks. He gotten one of the paper drink trays since he had so many orders. "So what do you do?" Lucy says while lazily petting the top of Roses thigh.
"Logistics manager at Strategic Gas Horizons" He says as he settles down. "Natural Gas Drilling?" Sasha asks. "Bingo." He says while mixing his coffee.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 11 2016, 12:52 AM Rob and Vanessa left the fancy dinner hall display, meeting a pacing and almost hyperventilating Raven back in the hallway. In Rob's hands, the object's vibrations grew stronger, sensing the presence of a nervous being. Or, at least, it felt that way. Rob arched an eyebrow and turned briefly to Vanessa to make his remark.
"The hell kinda technology is in this thing to make it shake, anyway? Is it like a dousing rod or something?" he asked, perturbed. "Thing won't quit, it's like my wife texting me when I'm at the bar..."
"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Robert, it does that!" Vanessa giggled, waving a polite greeting to the unnerved, pacing girl in front of them. "Your presenter there's going to love, love, LOVE it!"
Raven stopped, gulping hard in her throat, her eyes wide. "I...I'm ready, Mr. Marques," she stammered, turning to face her boss. Rob smiled genuinely, passing his new tour guide the pure white box. She flinched slightly as her hands made contact with the box, its vibrations strengthening in her grip. Rob was quick to add as he handed her a pair of gloves and a small pamphlet, "Here, take these, too. Almost forgot, latex gloves protect both your hands and the product. You said you weren't allergic to latex, right?"
Raven held the white box under one arm, laughing her nerves away as she accepted the pair of off-white latex gloves and the artifact's pamphlet "No, but if I swell and float away like a balloon, I demand workman's comp," she joked. The woman behind Rob smirked and giggled at the sarcasm.
"You're funny. You'll make a great tour guide!" she jeered. Raven smiled back, tilting her head.
"Thank you, ma'am!" she replied with a small bow of her head. Her attention returned to Rob, her eyes sparkling. "I'll make you proud."
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The platinum blonde angel and her blue-haired lover each downed their champagne, and as the man turned to refill his glass, he almost bumped into the side of an older gentleman...a human...disgusting fucking thing, that man was. He smelled of incompetence and rich insecurity. Why was it all humans had to pursue an immortality they did not deserve? They would soon see their immortality would be gained in vain.
The man spied the rich human return to where he analyzed the canines a few seconds ago. He grabbed a seat with the other two women. Clearly, he was having a good time. A human flirting with four demons...how disgusting. It made the demon wrinkle his nose in disgust as he turned away. Anahita gazed up at her date, sipping her second glass of champagne gingerly.
"What's the matter, my dear?" she asked in her soft, finely accented voice.
"Do you agree, dear Anahita, that humans are a waste of time and space?" the Seed inquired low as he listened to the conversation in the distance, over the jumbled discussions of the growing party. "Always pursuing objects, always pursuing instant gratification, yet never satisfied. They are a disgusting breed."
Anahita smiled, nuzzling her face into the side of his chest as she closed her shining eyes. "Yes...I do agree, Gary."
The Seed's fine tuned ears picked up the topic in the distance over all the garbled speech in the echoing foyer. How gross humans were. "Logistics manager at Strategic Gas Horizons." "Natural Gas Drilling?" "Bingo."
He glowered out of the corner of his eye at the incorrigible being, picking out some more fruit and snacks for his date and himself to nibble on while waiting for the event to finally begin. Those four beautiful girls could have done much better. They were, after all, demons. Supernatural creatures capable of destroying the man in the blink of an eye were instead making a game of his existence, a means to perhaps know him better in other ways as opposed to taking his shit and running...after killing him, of course.
"Come, darling," the Seed said, though no words were needed. She was already following his every step as he strolled away from the table, making his way through the crowd in the direction of the gentleman and ladies. It was time to put the human in its place.
"I thought they did away with drilling several years ago," he began politely as the distance closed between him and his intended targets. "Excuse my rude interruption, but I could not help but overhear you managed logistics for Strategic Gas Horizons? Amazing that it is one of the few remaining companies still mining gas, considering it is not as high in demand these days." He bowed his head in greeting, customary of an Athenthian being. "My name is Gary Vincent, once more, apologies for the rude intrusion."
He allowed Anahita to pick the food off his plate as he observed his new group before him. Time to keep them distracted with the magic about to take place...
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 11 2016, 05:47 AM "I should give you my card." He says pulling out a few and counting out four. "One for each of you." He says as he slides cards across to each of the girls. Lucy takes a quick look at it before handing it to Rose to pocket for her. Sasha scans it before dropping the card down her cleavage. Janet palms her and slips it into one of the outer pockets of her coat. The leopard and the younger dingo are the only ones with easily accessible pockets.
"I thought they did away with drilling several years ago," A blue hair gentleman interrupts. "Excuse my rude interruption, but I could not help but overhear you managed logistics for Strategic Gas Horizons? Amazing that it is one of the few remaining companies still mining gas, considering it is not as high in demand these days."
"I think you just haven't notice it as much," Foster says turning serious blue eyes onto the intruder. He was already chatting up the ladies at this table. He practically had them in the bag. The well groomed curly chestnut tone hair with just the right touch of salt and paper combined with the expensive black suit tailor expertly to make is barely average frame look taller and more masculine generally won over ladies he chatted up. He looked like money and experience after all.
"We take great pains to keep our operations low profile in both the drilling and extraction stages. You probably driven by our wells without even knowing it. As for demand the market is still their, there is still a fair share of generators, engine, and heating applications that require natural gas for fuel. It's a low weight and cheap fuel source even now." He explains recalling from long practice the words on there information pamphlets.
The girls briefly turn their attention on the newcomers. The man was above average height and skinny under the bulk of the black expensive suit. They yellow eyes behind the small glasses are not human either. From the arrogance and rudeness likely some kind of demon. The girl hanging off his elbow though, did seem to have the air-headed, self-righteous air of an heaven born angel. That was certainly was worth a bit of consideration.
Lucy lazily undresses the newcomers behind half lidded eyes. Pondering both what he is wearing and the figure underneath it all. She smiles a bit as she lets her gaze fall below the belt. She did not see any weapons but the same could be said for them. Weapons can be quite expertly hidden and with demons natural weapons are often more than dangerous enough. If they really wanted to know whats under the suit they could always arrange for some group pics.
Rose does the same check though rather more quickly, a simple polite once over as the couple approached the table. Even before the blue hair man spoke she suspected something was up. Probably cause they where a demon talking it up with a human. There are still demons they took a low opinion of humans. She and the dancers had a equally low opinion on most people human or supernatural. They had seduced, robbed, killed, and or blackmailed plenty of people from all walks with equal ease.
"My name is Gary Vincent, once more, apologies for the rude intrusion."
"Foster Powers," The guy says first since he was already talking. "Rosette and this is Lucky Lucy." Rose says giving the new comer their stage names. She did not trust this new comer enough.
"Sassy" Sasha says, "and this is my daughter Jan." she says keeping in the same style as Rose. No need to over share. The dingo quietly notes that this was the guy she sensed earlier checking her out in a non sexual way. He was even outside when they where going inside. They guy smelled of cigarette smoke. That alone was a bit of a minus in her book, considering from the scent the smoke was something massed produced. It lacks the sweeter smell of a hand rolled number. Still she did not think this guy was the main source of the uneasy feeling she had about this party.
Janet on the other hand after a quick once over of the demon called Gary, eyes the angel on his arm. The dingo hybrid is wondering how the girl was taking to her date coming to flirt with four other ladies. The guy-demon she already classified as one of those sleaze bags who would flirt with girls for the hell of it even if they had a wedding band and the wife on the arm. Not that this scenario was quite that bad. No she did not sense that great of connection between the angel and this Mr. Vincent. Their was a distance that suggested that the girl did not know this demon for very long, even as a acquaintance from the crossing paths every weekend in the local neighborhood grocer.
"So what kind of work you do, Mr. Vincent?" Rose asks in a way that included him into their conversation while pointedly suggesting you are not welcome.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 12 2016, 03:29 AM Mr. Vincent. Oh, priceless, these girls. It brought a smile to the Seed's face how they suddenly turned cold eying a second rich man walk in. Anahita was in her own little world, her eyes wandering the four ladies plus the man, Foster. The Seed much preferred the airhead types on the short-term, considering his long-term goal wasn't exactly in the area quite yet. She would be around eventually, but last he heard from his spies up North, she was still...resting. Wouldn't reawaken for another decade.
"Pleasure is all mine, ladies and gentleman," Mr. Vincent said with a small bow. "My work is simply overseeing sales and distribution of immemorial items across the globe to institutes and places of cultural interest. Director at Righteous Binary Machine Coalition." He followed suit like the gentleman did, pulling out five legitimate business cards and handing them out. Nothing particularly special was designed or printed on the cards, just the company's outlandishly labeled name, a number to reach the man at, and address...
Was River City even relevant out here, Mr. Vincent wondered?
"Despite its small size, my organization is in charge of several excavations occurring around the world as we speak," he concluded. He purposely gave this human...this...Foster...enough ammo to try cutting him down to size. The Seed enjoyed when humans tried to defy the strength of demons.
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 12 2016, 05:46 PM "That's quite the attention grabbing name that tells nothing of what they do." Lucy says looking over the card before pawing at Roses suit pocket to slide it in with the others. She is already consulting her implant connection to find out more about this organization. They did not have much, barely three months old. Where though did they get the money for all these digs.
"Sounds like someone drew words from a hat and put them together, or was a fan of bad translations of anime names." Sasha says with a dismissive wave of a hand to suggest she did not really mean it to be insulting.
"I think I seen your logo at a dig site on the way into... O'Hare International. That's Chicago." Janet says flipping over the card a few times. "Maybe others but hard to tell a dig for some new foundation or parking lot from an archeological excavation at over 10,000 feet AGL." "You said you are an small organization. Digs are not cheap projects. Lots of backers? Or some rich fogey is having some last philanthropic shindig to spite his heirs." Sasha adds before dropping the card without looking into her cleavage pocket. The dingo asking what the others are all wondering.
"So what does immemorial mean?" Rose asks. "Digs require laborers to move the ground carefully. So a lot of contractors or college majors. The grunt work? students or local laborers?"
Foster just ponders the card but leaves it on the table for now. "I think immemorial means old. So you one of those responsible for today's grand unveiling?" "Ever been to one of the sites yourself to see how the work is done?" Janet asks.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 12 2016, 11:48 PM Oh, their curiosities. It was truly adorable. Why give them all the answers they want, outright and in the open? Mr. Vincent was simply doing his end of the job. Distracting them long enough, at the risk of exposing his true intentions, so that they would ask these ridiculous questions, not exactly wonder what was going on. Although the skimpiest-dressed one seemed to have caught on quickly, she looked like she was a little deep in thought over his organization's origins. "So many questions..." Anahita commented listlessly. "Do all you pretty girls just think and not accept?"
Mr. Vincent laughed genuinely, stroking his angel's hair a little harsher than normal. "It shows they have more intelligence than what they appear," he assured his date with a polite verbal bite. He returned his attention to the crowd. "Yes, you could say we have lots of backers. Friends in high places, if you will," he explained, fondly reminiscing the objectives he was given by them two decades ago, back in his frozen homeland. "Enough to hire college interns and local dig groups to unearth what we're looking for."
"I think immemorial means old. So you one of those responsible for today's grand unveiling?" "Ever been to one of the sites yourself to see how the work is done?"
Good that they were picking at his defenses. Were they like this with everyone they met? Based on what he was listening in on with their conversation with Mr. Powers here, they weren't picking nearly as much at him. Possibly because he had his money out in the open, unlike Mr. Vincent. Humans always had to flaunt their earnings, it was simply instinct. His studies on humans since his arrival here led him to learn that, since tribal times, humans flaunted their achievements in any way possible, hoping to have a mate. Hoping to achieve immortality of some kind.
"I'm only here to watch the unveiling, seeing as I have time in between site visits," Mr. Vincent told the beings, answering two questions with one vague answer. "However, I am strapped for time. Who knows how long I am to stay? Work never ends, after all."
Over the cacophony of the many crowds in the room, Mr. Vincent tuned his ears in the direction of two sets of distinct footsteps, never breaking eye contact with the five sitting or standing before him. It was nearly time.
Robert entered the large foyer, smiling at the huge turnout. It grew in the last hour! Raven held onto the vibrating box, wanting to shrink in on herself as her large brown eyes scanned over every single person in the room. This was how she was going to die, she thought. A panic attack. Rob pat her on the shoulder, reassuring her that he was right here for her if she ever needed him. Instantly, he felt her stress melt away, and Raven stood upright again, smiling confidently at her boss.
Rob picked up an empty, unused, unclaimed champagne glass, tapping it with a salad fork as the tiny tinks of metal on glass echoed throughout the large room. "May I have everyone's attention, please? Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?" he asked professionally, his first time in a long time having to be formal to a large crowd. His last formal meeting was with his district manager and a ton of sales representatives trying to push their new product, Cereal X, onto the shelves at a reasonable Super Discount Groceries price. What a mistake that turned out to be...
Mr. Vincent, as if on cue, smiled and turned his attention to the man at the front of the crowd. Maybe he would continue the conversation with the girls and Mr. Foster. But maybe he would leave, leaving them wondering some more. It was all about timing.
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 13 2016, 02:02 AM "So many questions. Do all you pretty girls just think and not accept?"
Rose's and Sasha's eyes narrow a little at the air head of an angel. Lucy simply nuzzles more into Roses warmth to delay the leopard from opening her mouth. Sasha thinks it over but holds her tongue when Mr. Vincent speaks. Lucy figure it simply the the girls upbringing. Female angels where raised generally to be subservient to the higher rank male angels and God.
"It shows they have more intelligence than what they appear" "To right. We only pretend to be airheads at work." Sasha says with a chuckle. "Well except for Lucy, shes a bubble head 24/7 generally." Sasha says with a flick of a finger at the snake. Lucy turns her body toward the dingo, the motion dragging the top of her dress against Rose's jacket so that the cloth is pulls away to expose the breast that was pressed against rose. Lucy sticks out her tongue at the dingo and wiggles it invitingly. She pretends to be totally oblivious of her wardrobe malfunction. Not like she was showing anything the humans would consider indecent, the nipple and areola is still covered by the black daisy of adhesive cloth.
"We don't jump till we know the guys better. We're not sluts or hookers willing to bed anyone processing a dick, real or plastic, with the cash to make it worth their time." Rose says to the angel girl before looking down at the snake. The leopard reaches down and tugs the snakes top back into place. Lucy looks up to give the leopard a friendly sleepy smile in thanks.
"Yes, you could say we have lots of backers. Friends in high places, if you will, enough to hire college interns and local dig groups to unearth what we're looking for." "Always good. Anyone I would know?" Sasha asks back. She notes that the guy mostly avoided the question. A bit shady there. Was it cause they are up to no good in someway or because they did not quite have enough money as they would like. "Big names like Morgan, Cuervo, Adams, Smith, etc."
"I'm only here to watch the unveiling, seeing as I have time in between site visits. However, I am strapped for time. Who knows how long I am to stay? Work never ends, after all." "Should arrange your schedule better. I can't see the rush, relics of the past have kept for thousands of years. They can wait a few more hours. And people generally people can understand if your out for some party at night. Most people separate business and personal time generally." Sasha chatters.
Rose follows Mr. Vincent's gaze as something, no someone catches his attention. A middle age man with graying hair and a younger lady dress very conservatively. The guy was a big shot for the event. The girl was one of the museum staff. Lucy shifts to so she can more comfortably view the show as well. The careless movements offering a view of smooth skin and black lace without any straps to go around the hips. Another shift and she gives Foster a behind view of round curves as she childishly pulls her knees up on to the seat to sit facing the stage. The snake only adjusts her dress down after settling back down. The dingoes do not have to turn as much to face Mr. Marques. They take a sip as the man rings a glass to get everyone's attention. The music fades away first then the chatting, till only the sound of breathing and shuffling bodies fill the dome.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 13 2016, 10:22 PM Mr. Vincent held up a hand to silence any further questions from the girls. Watching the human hold a crowd was much more important and amusing.
Rob sighed internally, smiling as he glanced over each person, getting their feel. Most guests here were of high-class status, others were able to save up just enough money to get in on this event. Still, others were here on business, which was also understandable. Any way that he could get his museum's name out there from this recovering city was better than no known way at all. Any way that kept him from ever going back to the stressful jobs he worked before was salvation.
"Good evening, guests. My name is Robert Marques, Jr.," Rob began, opening his arms welcomingly. He clasped his hands together after a moment, continuing through the silent echoes, occasional quiet coughs, and hypnotic breathing. They weren't bored, but if he didn't continue immediately, chatter may start back up. He was quick to keep going, "Welcome tonight to the First New Haven Historical Arts Center, and its first live unveiling of a new relic in almost six decades." True, the last time the museum saw anything important like that was 1999 when his father went missing after that cult attacked his store. After that, the mayor of New Haven at the time, Alex East, outlawed any historical anything from ever entering the city's cultural hands. You know what happened after that...
"I was more than happy to accept the paramount antique from a small company who is simply looking to put themselves back on the map, much like us here at the Arts Center," Rob continued, no sign of stumble in his nervous speech. Despite what he was feeling on the inside, his stomach that was performing strenuous somersaults at the Summer Olympics, Rob ignored the athletic events his internals participated in as he pressed on with his complete improvisation. "Presenting the relic tonight will be my new tour guide, and perhaps even my new assistant manager, Raven Rowe!" He finished the statement with a grin, holding up his arms again as if to glamorously present his employee to the world like she was a new prize. Instinct. Just confident--or arrogant?--instinct.
Mr. Vincent silently scoffed through his nose as Anahita giggled behind her hand. "He's a silly human, Gary," she whispered. Mr. Vincent only pressed the tip of his finger to her lip, hushing her as she gave it a small kiss. The silly human was doing quite well, despite the heavy blanket of stress that inconspicuously covered the atmosphere. He enjoyed the feeling, though no smirk tugged at his lips, and no gleeful sheen in his yellow cat eyes to give away his emotions. A small vibration went off in his right pocket, silent enough to only be heard by himself and his angelic date. He lifted it slickly from his pocket, eying the message from "Vanessa" -- Vanilla, his second-in-command.
IT'S ALL SET GARNET COME OUTSIDE AND WATCH THE FIREWORKS! XD XP : ) ; ) : P
Mr. Vincent nodded, turning his head only a quarter of an angle to get at least some of the lovely girls in view. "That's my newest client. Something happened at one of the dig sites. I'd best be going," he retired. "Hope everything turns out well." He nodded his departures once more, and then began walking his date out the front door while Rob continued to give his speech.
Oh, Rob noted the exiting few guests, but could only chuckle it off, blaming himself publicly. "Guess I'm dragging this shindig out, eh? My apologies, ladies and gentlemen." He returned his attention to the unnerved form of his tour guide, unaware of the strong vibrations protruding from the small white box in her hands. Did she even notice that it was shaking at this point? Just what was in that thing? "Ms. Raven Rowe, everybody!"
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It was time to shed that horrid name, Gary Vincent, as he raced briskly with his date in tow down the sidewalk, the night lights of New Haven illuminating the whitened black asphalt of the streets and gray concrete of the sidewalk. Five-thirty, the time when normal small businesses closed, rush hour was indeed a thing, and traffic jams were at their worst, as Garnet came to learn of this atrocious world. He had to have been at least a thousand paces from the large museum by now, rounding a corner into an alleyway between an independent Italian restaurant and a struggling geek-out shop. Very few trash cans to his right, plenty to his left as garbage was piled in purple bags in green city-regulation bins. Waiting for him was the thin frame of Vanilla, her wild, lavender hair free of that bun, her pink and lavender eyes swirling madly, her sadistic fanged grin wide with anticipation. Her catlike tail waved smoothly on its own as Garnet closed the gap between the two, disregarding the breathy pained moans of Anahita being tugged by Garnet's rash movements.
"My apologies, my love," Garnet nonchalantly apologized, focusing his full attention on Vanilla. "Status report."
"The Robert's got no idea, and we're about to have our first test here in New Haven, in the non-Athenthian world!" she cheered, hopping up and down. "It'll be grand, just as you said!"
Garnet grinned, looking around for any prying eyes or ears. "Vanilla, do that thing you do best to ensure we're not being followed," he commanded her, though her giggle told him she was eighteen steps ahead of the competition. She held up a small ring, its bright pink energy reverberating off the crimson metal its gem was lodged inside of. Garnet could feel it. Any kind of technology that could detect their presence in this world was simply going to pick up a disguise--perhaps the humans' savior Batman stopping Catwoman in her tracks, clutching onto a limping Barbara Gordon? He didn't know. Neither did she. As long as it was enough to fool satellites and onlookers, that was what mattered.
"Just like you made it, it can also change our conversation! Isn't your magitech awesome, Garnet? Well? Isn't it??" she asked enthusiastically, and he swore her tail started wagging. He grinned further, his ego stroked by his own subordinate. She did have quite the thing for him, after all, and all he was doing was playing hard to get for her. Business was business, after all. Being the First Seed was a career, a way of life. Not just some petty hourly job like these beings here worked... Who heard of a demon who happily worked at a Greasy Meats flipping burgers? Powerful beings were...better than that...
"I suppose it is, my dear Vanilla," he answered, pushing his glasses against his brow. "In about two minutes, we will see if our experiment is working properly. After that, depending on the results, we begin distribution."
"Oh boy!" Vanilla shrieked happily. Although her ring wasn't good at disguising her loud shrieks. They could disguise conversations past a certain decibel, and so far as anyone knew, she must have found a good lay here in the dark alleyway. Regardless, she covered her mouth, blushing. Garnet laughed aloud, as did his airhead of a date. She was going to be quite the sacrifice when he was done with her tonight. He pulled a small orb out from his pocket, a purple and blue mist swirling inside of it. The artifact's eye was closed, and the item would allow the beholder to see its world from its point of view.
"The show begins soon, dearies..."
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 14 2016, 12:04 AM The girls watch the presenter talk. He was as nervous as a groom on his wedding day. Rose unbuttons her jacket apparently warming up from the alcohol. Janet gets her arms into the sleeves of her trench coat to warm up from sitting idle listening to the guy ramble on. Lucy though snuggles up against Rose's back. Sasha fiddles with her bottle.
"That's my newest client. Something happened at one of the dig sites. I'd best be going. Hope everything turns out well." Mr Vincent says.
"That sounds ominous." Lucy says over her shoulder. She watches the guy leave from one eye and the stage with the other. She did not like the vibe she got from the guy and snuggles in deeper to Rose so she can rest her hands on the comforting knurling on the butts of the pistols stashed under Rose's jacket.
"Hope no one got hurt," Foster says without talking eyes off Lucy and Rose. They are conveniently in line to the presenter after everyone shifted to see who was making the big announcement.
Janet just gives Mr. Vincent a glance to make sure he is actually leaving and taking the airhead with him. She did not like either of them. Not the kind she would give extra service to on a long flight.
Sasha does not even give the guy that much of a farewell. Just a wave of a hand. She is facing the guy but her attention was on the girl holding the box she assumes contains the whole point of the event. The white box was odd for events like this. To much like a no name box from a jewelers. She could just imagine what the item just nested in a bid of stretched cotton batting. Though could be foam and velvet inside, the box did not look to be cardboard.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 14 2016, 12:34 AM The young girl had her latex gloves on her hands already, as she had put them on during her trip down the corridor just a few minutes prior. The roar of applause filled the huge antechamber as Robert Marques presented her to the slightly smaller group. Still, the turnout looked quite large. Raven could only go through with the motions as she carefully opened the plain white box, removing the trinket inside. An ancient iron cross was tonight's prize, attached to a fine bronze chain string. She had studied up on the item's facts while Rob and the girl from the Coalition were finalizing the deal, knew them by heart by now. The papers for the necklace were still in her chair back in the corridor.
"Citizens of New Haven, I present to you, the oldest known Germanic iron cross necklace," Raven announced once the applause died down to a few scattered claps. She smiled, feeling confidence well in her gut, and she soon continued, ignoring the vibrations it shot through her system...her energy.....
"Said to have been forged sometime between 1500B.C.E. and 550B.C.E., it was said these necklaces were handed to the bravest warriors of Germanic tribes. Those who accomplished what were thought to be the tasks of gods were awarded these as a mark of a true warrior. However, such trinkets caused animosity amongst most tribes, causing civil unrest between brothers in arms ..." She continued on with her speech, unknowing of the consciousness that awakened in the relic. As if acting on a will of its own, absorbing enough life force to act, the rough-edged cross "attacked" Raven's wrist, cutting her speech short and straight into a blood-curdling scream.
"OH JESUS CHRIST!" Rob suddenly blurted, his inner Bostonian coming out for the entire public to see. Shouts and screams suddenly filled the hall, with Raven shrieking and frantically looking in many directions for any kind of help. After all, no one heard of a renegade trinket! Rob held up a hand, a distressed look on his face as he tried addressing the rushing crowd. Tables fell over, chairs were thrown, people crowded the entryway as they tried fleeing the scene. Total chaos suddenly ensued, and it was understandable--after all, attacking artifacts were completely out of the ordinary.
"MR. MARQUES!" Raven shouted, trying to pry the artifact out of her wrist. The more she pulled, the more pain she felt, as suddenly, she could feel it wire itself with her tissue, her muscle...her central nervous system. Her sun-kissed skin began to crack with purple veins, and suddenly she fell to her knees, trying in vain to rip the sinking artifact out of her. Rob rushed in, a series of Boston curses and stammers as he knelt by his tour guide's side, trying to help fruitlessly to remove the rabid necklace. Heh...rabid necklace...that wasn't normal.
"Mr...Mr. Marques..." Raven gasped weakly, blackened blood forming at her mouth as she gazed up at him through half-lidded, blackening eyes. Rob wore a mask of total panic, his entire body hot, his nice suit ruined with sweat. But he didn't care about that, his entire career and the life of his best worker was on the line here!
"DOES ANYBODY KNOW HOW TO KILL A FUCKIN' ARTIFACT?!" Rob called out over the clamoring chaos. "I KNOW IT'S AN ODD REQUEST, BUT DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO...? Ah fuckin' FORGET IT!" he sobbed as he let go of Raven, slamming his fists on the marble floor.
"Mr....Rob....Rob...." Raven heaved before collapsing in a heap on the floor with him, thickened black blood oozing from her wrist and her mouth. Her eyes closed then, and the artifact was deep within her skin...and its eye opened, awakened at last to feed on its host.
Rob breathed heavily and turned his attention to the girl's lifeless form, unable to keep himself from suddenly crying. How did this happen? And right under his nose? He thought the humans and demons made peace! He thought Cruxis and Kumaria promised no more harm to come the human planes' way! "The FUCKIN' LIARS! HOPE SOME HOLY MAN DUNKS 'EM IN AN OLYMPIC SIZE POOL O' HOLY WATER!"he shouted.
Raven's body convulsed, perhaps she was coming back from her short coma? Rob put his attention o her body again, but the convulsions, they were...unnatural... She shot up suddenly, sitting, her muscles spasming, her face twitching, a guttural growl forming in her throat. Suddenly, her face became one of anger, or ravenous hunger, with teeth gritted ready to rip apart anything that came into contact with her...no, she was no longer there. Raven Rowe died tonight, yet her body...her body was an it.
Rob got up, hands up defensively as he backed away. "Easyyy, Raven, it's me, your boss. The Robert, Jr. I just wanted to expand your career, not cause ya any harm, so--" His attempts at consoling it were cut off as it lunged at him, its left arm morphing into something demonic and unnatural. A large pourple limb ending in a five-clawed hand took the arm's place, bulging with unusually large muscles and bright pink veins, oozing in the thick black blood. You could see over the tissue the deep black lines where the artifact tied in with its host, and suddenly, Rob was on the floor, shouting in pain with its claws around his throat. He tried kicking Raven's body off, tried to keep it from killing him, as he struggled to breathe. Great, what a time not to have brought his gun!
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 14 2016, 04:38 AM The girls only half listen to the speech. It was mostly history mumbo jumbo anyway. The good parts will be in the press release tomorrow. They were here for the drinks and money. The food honestly sucked by their standards. Their attention is more on the crowd looking for potential threats to the artifact.
They snap fully into attention though when the girl starts to scream in pain. That was not considered in their plans. The artifact seem to be attacking the girl.
-Holy Shit! Indeed! That's no normal curse artifact.- Sasha broadcasts into the local Archives' tactical network via her implant.
The implants communicated via encrypted quantum fluctuations that could transmit data instantaneously over light years and even across dimensional boundaries. The quantum nature of the implant transmission's pretty much guarantee they are as secure and undetectable as anything ever made. It could not be jammed or even detected by human technology without a laboratory worth of specialized equipment.
-Looks like its trying to take over.- Sasha continues as she reaches into her purse for her pistol, tonight a Model 460 with an 8.5 inch compensated barrel and reflex sight. She did not have anything to shoot but the girl and well the people fleeing made the shot impossible without risking obliterating a bystander with a pistol design to drop big game like the Alaskan Grizzly bear or African Bull Elephant in one shot at point blank. She keeps the gun in her purse for now as to not to draw attention to it.
-No fucking shit, Nancy.- Rose shoots back she was already readying her cane by folding out the gold plated handle, trigger, and ladder sights. The cane's black lacquer shaft was rifled in 8.6mm and the brass handle was chambered for the powerful .338 Lapua Magnum. She would have liked more power at the moment but the .50 BMG version proved to difficult to hit a target with.
-We can't shoot her in front of all these witnesses.- Lucy says as she pretends to be groping Rose. She is actually quickly switching out the normal 19 round extended magazines in the pistol for 33 round assault magazines. She kept her body close to Rose to conceal the bulge the oversize magazines made under the jacket.
-I say it is to late to cut off the girls arm as well.- Janet says noting the progress of the infection.
"DOES ANYBODY KNOW HOW TO KILL A FUCKIN' ARTIFACT?! I KNOW IT'S AN ODD REQUEST, BUT DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO...? Ah fuckin' FORGET IT!"
-I'd say we do, but honestly not sure we could fast enough to do any good.- Rose says taking a deep drink of the wine. She figures this will be her last drink till the party is over.
"Cheers to the End of the World!" Rose says and holds up her glass with the last inch of wine. The dancers clink glasses and drain them empty. "Tempus Salvificem Mundum!" they chorus.
"The FUCKIN' LIARS! HOPE SOME HOLY MAN DUNKS 'EM IN AN OLYMPIC SIZE POOL O' HOLY WATER!"
Sasha flings her empty beer bottles at Rob so they smash to the floor on either side. Everyone that would have left is behind them making it an easy toss. She really wanted to break the bottles on his head but well that seemed like a bad idea at the moment. After all, she'd be good money, that the guys about to be the first victim.
-And this is it, Girls!- Lucy says and jerks the pistols free of the Rose's inner waistband holsters. -Ladies! Shoot to kill!- she adds as she rows away from the table to get clear of rose. She rises to a knee with pistols at aimed at the Devil Zombie. She pours fully automatic 9mm fire into the Zombie's back. She uses her wind element to brace the gun and give her a legendary laser like accuracy even with dual wielded fully automatic pistols. The 68 rounds of 9mm is emptied in the zombie's direction in under 2 seconds. A quick reload later she dumps another 66 rounds the zombie's way.
Sasha takes longer with the powerful .460 revolver. Even with the ported barrel, she still has to take a moment to aim between shots. The shots sounded like a cannon going off every second for 5 seconds. It was after a pistol design to tackle big game hunting. After five shots she needs to reload. She ejects the brass and pulls a speed loader from her cleavage. She reloads and sets the empty loader on the table.
Rose fires the most bare bones rifle ever at the zombie. The .338 Lapua Magnum round packs 3 times the energy of the hunting revolver. The sniper round is tailored for long ranges. At under 50 yards it was like shooting targets point blank. The crack of the rifle showed where the true cannon was in the group. Even with the single shots she is still able to fire 4s round in the time it took Sasha to fire 5 rounds from the revolver, and the fifth easily while the dingo is reloading.
Janet's Micro Uzi is on par with Lucy's Glock 18 in rate of fire. She flips the folding stock open even as she is bring it to her shoulder. Janet keeps a firm grip as she quickly burst fires through two 50 round magazines. Janet only has the one gun but is able to send 101 rounds 9mm at the zombie in the 6 seconds of bullet hell the girls put up.
Under the echos of the dome the insane firestorm of 245 gunshots from the Dancers is hell on the ears. Any humans under the dome likely took permanent hearing damage. If it was not for the implants shielding their ears and supernatural healing the sensitive ears of the demons would have been toast. Even as it is, enchanted earplugs or not, the girls ears are ringing in time with the echos in the chamber. The tinnitus is quickly fading though with the echos in the dome. The 4 gun toting dancers wait for the smoke to clear with reloaded guns.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 15 2016, 01:05 AM A series of blackened blood sprays jetted from the beast's arm and side, catching its attention as it let up on its stranglehold on Rob's throat, turning its head in the direction of the gunfire. What looked like another wave of hundreds of bullets dug into its flesh, doing nothing to halt its rampage as it suddenly hardened its skin in a mirror-like shield, lunging towards the gunfire with its large, ugly arm raised up with the intent to kill in its horizontal swipe. A couple of shots from another direction stunned it, causing it to stumble before a couple more shots from what looked like a redhead packing a strong revolver dug its way into the beast's hardening body. It began ignoring the pain as its form hunched over, twisted bone-like purple spines protruding fiercely from its back, ripping through the pure white blouse its host wore for tonight's occasion. They dripped with a molasses-like blood that coursed through its veins. The sunkissed flesh that once belonged to Raven Rowe became a sickly purple, cracking with black lines like a twisted roadmap to death. It slammed its large right arm into the marble floor, creating a huge crater as it soon shrugged off gunfire from the other two girls. Pain, pain could make this thing get stronger, and it lunged again with its grotesque arm in a backhand position, ready to slap the four of them with a huge horizontal sweep.
Rob could hear nothing else in the echoing foyer than obnoxious gunfire, fierce roars, and general violence. But that didn't matter to him. His ears were ringing, and he could barely hear or feel himself breathe. His hand went to his throat, remembering what it was his father warned him about. Bob-O, it looks like encountering weird shit runs in the family. I worked for A.N.G.E.L. for a time just trying to keep a few million people in the region safe, and if family tradition holds true, you're ultimately going to be running into some weird shit of your own. I don't know when, but ultimately your time's gonna come up. When it does, you keep your ass safe. Don't do what I did and fight a fucking cult to protect some meaningless salary job. He coughed and wheezed, trying to get a normal flow of air back into his lungs, totally ignoring the fact that some lovely woman threw her beer bottles at him before getting caught up in this garbage.
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 15 2016, 11:25 PM -Well this shit isn't working- Lucy comments as the rain of bullets that would turn even normal demons into mincemeat simply splashes black blood for a bit before the zombie seems to harden its skin into metallic armor against the lighter rounds. The heavier rounds though from Sasha and Rose are still rewarded with black splashes.
-Still not totally armored. Heavy rounds can still penetrate. I swear some of yours are splashing goo as well.- Sasha says watching it seem to transform under the weight of fire. Growing spines of all things.
-Whats up with the spines?- Lucy muses at the strange changes in the zombie thing. It would seem the monster has a limited ability to adapt to their attacks. No perfect though from the continuously splashing blood. -Either way I think we made it angry- the snake jokes as the zombie jumps and punches the ground. -You keep doing that buddy.-
-Hold your ground till we know what it can do.- Rose warns. The plan of shoot it till its dead then shoot it some more is still kind of working. Barely. Okay they probably needed a better way to hurt this thing. The bullet hits did not even seem to stun it anymore.
-Never mind, scatter!- The leopard changes her mind seeing the zombie jump like an angry gorilla. Rose leaps out of the way of the swinging arm and charges diagonally forward to get behind the zombie. She comes to a stop near Mr. Marques. She whips out the dual M14 pistols with .375 uppers and arm braces. The switched out uppers allow her to kick out bullets as hard hitting as the classic .308 from the more compact M14/M16 magazines. She targets the bony spines the Zombie grew, hoping to blast them off. She alternates between the pistols, aiming one while the other is returning to battery from firing.
Janet rolls away from the table to the right and down the aisle between the tables. She pulls out her deployable shield as she rolls back up onto her feet. -Don't waste your attacks chipping at it.- She calls out. -This monster can adapt its body. We need to hurt it bad before it can create a defense.- She continues as she grabs a chair to start melting down. Another chair soon joins the molten sphere of metal in her hand. The young dingo decided to leave fire to her mom and skip straight to liquid metal. The ball next consumes a table in a big burst of flame and smoke as the super hot metal burns away the table cloths and other organic components. She keeps adding fuel and materials to the furnace.
Sasha flips backward and rolls way from the table. This exit plan sucks, she muses as she tears away the dress with kick instead of untangling it from her tail and leg it after the roll. The dingo flings away the scraps of the once nice dress. She pulls out a saw-off shotgun from her green bra with black lace, the smooth grip appearing from the pocket just behind the cute bow connecting the silky green cups. She grips the shotgun right next to the matching garter belt and Brazilian cut panties. -I'm half naked and not a guy around to enjoy it.- Sasha quips as she kicks off her heels. -A thousand f'ing dollars down the drain. Oh well. Boom! Boom! Boom!- She continues as sets off the aura enhanced explosives in the purse which she left behind at the table. The purse self-destructs with the power of 250 pounds of traditional high explosives.
Lucy rolls left and disappears behind a series of mirages that distort the air. Unlike the other girls she will need a bit to power up to full strength. She gathers materials as she skirts the tables on the outside of the dome. The table going sky high with a huge explosion helped a lot in powering the snake up. -50% and climbing girls- She calls out as she continues to skirt the perimeter of the dome. Her arms, legs, and dress turning a silvery white as she gathers particles from the air and ground.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 17 2016, 12:55 AM Rob barely lifted his head as one of the girls skidded beside him, kicking up fresh dust from the destruction the beast was causing. He peeked out the corner of his eye, witnessing it mutate further, the spines ripping from its back, its affected arm growing larger. It looked as though it were ready to burst. That was the arm the artifact dug itself into...
Several of the rocky spines cracked off and grew larger, and harder in their former places. Looked like the beast didn't connect with its intended prey. That was a good thing, Rob figured. He observed the battle, trembling under his hands and gritting his teeth in fierce terror. One of the girls started melting down a couple of chairs, the other stripped her dress off entirely and started firing off a shotgun she pulled from seemingly nowhere. The paler one hid behind a wall of mirages...mirages?! Where did those come from?!
The monster flinched, the corrupt aura that coursed through its body further forcing it through a painful transformation. Its left arm burst apart, a sheer wall of bone and tissue replacing it as a shield. All across the flat piece of bone, many eyes of differing sizes rolled open, each one darkly colored like the being's flesh, each one staring down its four victims. Large purple horns adorned with black flame-like patterns twisted from the beast's vessel's forehead, dripping in the molasses. The zombie demon was ready for round two, bringing up its shield arm to block the explosion from the nearby table and the shotgun fire that rained from the redhead. The force of the explosion caused it to skid a handful of yards backward, its transfiguring feet becoming dragon-like talons, scratching the beautiful marble floor and reducing its shine. No demonic look was complete without a pair of purple leathery wings ripping from its back, membrane fresh and glistening in the soiled blood of the human.
Rob had to have been dreaming! He trembled and shrunk further in on himself as Raven's insane body was only feet from him and the girl wearing the pants suit.
What kind of monster did this?! Who wanted to see Raven Rowe die like this?! What the hell kind of message was Hell sending?!
With a vicious roar, it beat its massive wings once, lifting it into the air. It swung its shield arm to its left to try and beat down anyone within its standing vicinity, and gave its mighty wings two more beats, lifting it almost as high as the dome. Two targets on the floor diagonally below from where it flew...it had the perfect strike. Another cry, one of victory, it swooped down with its right arm raised, poised to strike downward in an open-palmed beat down on either dingo who got in its way.
"SHOOT ITS FUCKIN' ARM, WHAT ARE YA WAITING FOR?!" Rob suddenly blurted over all the disarray.
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 17 2016, 11:32 PM -Guns are not working!- Rose says as the thing continued to transform, growing wings and even a shield from the massive arm. She tosses aside the M14s instead of reloading them. Their toys are not getting the job done. She picks up her cane again. It changes into a crossbow with a blue bolt loaded. The leopard takes aim at the transforming demon and fires the sticky bolt of liquid blue aura. The bolt next to no damage power, it was simply design to splash across the target to allow her to track her pray even if it chooses to flee or hide.
-Stand by. Attack when I block this attack.- Rose says noting that the Zombie Dragon has locked onto them as a target. She readies her spells even as it swoops in for the attack.
The leopard waits till the last seconds to trigger the defensive spells. The marble floor is further ripped apart as she drags the stone and concrete upward into a strong dome over herself and Mr. Marques. Up next is a binding spell. The leopardess calls forth strong black chains of aura and steel to raise out of the ground and wrap around the zombie to restrict its movements and keep it from going airborne again. The final spell she prepared was designed to piggy back on the second. Powerful freezing aura radiates off the chains to try to freeze the zombie solid.
-Now! Attack!- Rose orders as she summons an arrow to provide light inside the dark dome she is hiding under.
The other girls were not idle during all this either. Janet's ball of molten metal and stone has kept growing as she fed it nearly anything that was in reach. Sasha has prepared her own ball of flame as well. They attack from opposite sides.
Janet's powerful giant's knife targeting the thick arm holding the shield. The young dingo swings the molten metal blade down like a cleaver through the elbow. The powerful blade has both mass and heat in plenty to cleave and burn through the joint. The backup plan is to surround the joint in several thousand degree metal to both crush and burn through the limb.
Sasha's spinning flame rings are aimed to buzz through the the wings like a plasma cutter through butter. She uses her main weapons, a pair of kukri style machetes cover in flaming aura to carve at the non-shield arm.
Black balls of corrosive venom sail through the air aimed at the face of the shield and head. The splashes that land on the marble quickly etch deep bubbling pools into the floor. The snake herself clad in silver robes reappears kneeing behind the zombie. She jabs twin silver swords of aura up between the zombie dragon's legs. She scissors as she yank them out in a way that would leave even a demon spilling there inside down between their legs, before spinning the swords around to slash at the knees. The blades are like band saws, many millions of small aura blades swirling around at super speed to ablate away material. She spits more of the black corrosive venom on the zombie's taloned feet.
Rose herself escapes out the back of her stone egg, leaving the rest of the stone dome to shield Mr. Marques, to attack from the the zombie using a monk's spade like weapon shaped like an giant arrow of ice. The super cold edges of the weapon leaving trails of frost in the air as she jumps up to jab the broad spear point into the zombies throat. She spins it around to chop into the side of the neck with the axe blade like fletching. She hacks away at the zombies neck with the cryogenic blades on both ends of her giant arrow.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 18 2016, 04:47 AM Before the beast could take its airborne charge, a tangle of chains flew up from the ground and wrapped around it, dragging it back down to the floor. Its roar of victory distorted into one of bloodcurdling rage, reverberating off the walls and ceiling. Ice glazed over its form, and the next thing it knew, searing pain shot through the bone shield, cutting off the forearm portion. The eyes frantically spasmed, the many pupils trembling and racing across the black veined-whites The wings were cut off with a similar, but not as intense, pain, the membranes falling to the floor, the newly grown spines from its back joining the quickly dying wings.
The beast struggled, a new limb beginning to regenerate where its shield once was. Bone began to regrow at a fast rate while the acid balls flung in its direction hit the solid ice that still covered its field of vision. Through the prison-like chains, it saw the fourth woman who had been hiding heading its way. Reason and logic were not at the forefront of its mind, but whatever humanity the beast borrowed was flung quickly to "Get out of here while you can."
Its newly formed bone arm was in the shape of a bastard sword, sharp enough to cut through moderately reinforced steel. Corrosive venoms covered its eyes, making it bellow in agony as it twisted its body through the chilling chains. The sharp sword made dents in the links, the beast fighting and pushing forward when another sickening sensation coursed from its groin, upward. It thrashed about more, feeling the area between its legs split, its blackening entrails exiting the wound like a disgusting oil spill.
Its head fell off with the scissor slices of swords through its neck ...
Yet, in its left arm, it still pulsed...
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 18 2016, 07:11 PM -Is it dead?- Janet asks as she collapses the molten blade into a sphere to save aura. Rose and Lucy quicky finish delimbing the zombie. Rose lops off the regrown limbs with the mace-axe end of her staff. Lucy with her swords finishing off the legs.
-Maybe? The heads off and we effectively quartered the zombie's body.- Lucy says as she twists the silver swords back on itself to form bracelets.
-Not sure this is so outside normal parameters.- Rose says and recasts the chains to secure the separate bits. The frozen air around the chains flaking to the ground as the cryogenically cold links rearrange themselves to bind the body parts.
-Watch it!- Lucy says skittering out from under the pile of black guts and away from roses chains. -This is gross.- Lucy says as she rearranges her armor to fling away the contaminated dust out to the edges of the dome. -I forgot how vile this zombie's insides are.-
-We need to treat this like a K-Class-S3 event. Full crown level containment protocols.- Rose says as she goes around collecting, reloading, and putting away her weapons.
Sasha takes the time to put on an oversized black Weapon-X t-shirt before retrieving her own shotgun to reload at a table. -I'm guessing the necklace is the core for this thing. Anyone seen where it went too?- Sasha says as she shoves 12 gauge shells into the mag tube. She shoves the reloaded gun back down the front of her shirt. -And dammit Lucy can't you disembowel them normally. Those swords of yours should not double as sex toys.-
-Guessing one of the arms.- Rose says. -Probably the one with all the freaky eyes?- Janet says swinging the ball around to eat more of the tables and chairs so she can extrude some of the metal out into wire cages to go over the bits of zombie. Starting with the one she lopped off. -It was a natural weak point. Everywhere else might have been toughen.- Lucy shrugs. -Straight shot up at the heart without any bones or thick muscles in the way.-
The weird alloy would not be very strong even before she formed it into a open chicken wire like mesh for the cages. The bulk of the alloy was aluminum steel and tin, but there is also a lot of carbonates from the marble and concrete she fed into the lava like goo. Not to mention carbon soot from the burning organic materials.
Janet cages over the arms first then the bits of the body. She is careful to leave an air gab between the cages and roses freezing chains. The other girls keep watch over the pieces while waiting for proper team of containment specialists to arrive.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 18 2016, 10:30 PM The beast lay silent, motionless even, under the frozen chains. Its left arm was hacked off, and its head rolled a few feet away from the body. The right arm was still intact and still pulsated quietly over the silent commotion. While its pieces were being caged up by one of the girls, thick purple strands shot out from its neck hole and between its legs, stitching itself back together. The puppet strings made contact once more with tissue and muscle, sewing the wounds where its guts spilled back into place and dragging the decapitated head back to the neck. Soon, life returned to the body, and the beast went mad once more as it flailed beneath the chains. Its arms were caged by a weak mesh, and the left arm that was a blade cut through the cage with ease. Its right placed massive "dents" in the other cage it was trapped under, and the beast reared its head once more, trying to rip apart the mesh with its great horns. Loud roars beckoned from its human-like jaws, trying to scramble out from underneath its entrapment.
Rob could hear the beast losing its mind from inside his marble encasement. He pursed his lips at the thought of him further losing his life, at least his capitalist life, as he shouted in impatience and anger. "YOU IDIOTS SEE WHERE THE NECKLACE WENT IN? IT WAS THE RIGHT ARM! HACK THAT SHIT OFF!" Enough was enough for Rob!
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 19 2016, 04:21 PM "Hell no! Fucker are staying dead!" Rose shouts and tightens the grip of the chains as the zombie tries to rise off the ground. Then raises the mace-axe end of her cryoblade high over her head to smash it down onto the zombies head hard enough to leave a deep gash and crater in the marble floor.
Sasha and Janet both strikes out at the zombie too. Janet striking down at the right arm with an battle axe of molten metal. Sasha flings rings of fire to carve the zombie in half through the waist. Janet drives a rod of molten metal through the zombies chest where the heart should be and leaves it there to spread and harden.
-What does it take to kill this thing?- Sasha complains nailing the zombie to the ground by stabbing her machetes through its thighs. She pulls out a aluminum baseball bat. -Fuck you!- Sasha says bringing a flaming baseball bat down on the zombies groin.
-Lets cut this bitch into smaller pieces- Lucy says fusing her swords into one heavier long sword to start slicing the zombie apart at the joints.
-I'll second that plan.- Janet says whipping the molten metal around to crave up the zombie into individual pieces. -Rose mind separating the pieces so they can't recombine easily?-
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 19 2016, 11:52 PM More weapons, more elements drove themselves into the infected's body. A giant ax drove itself into its head, releasing the being's blackened brains and bits of skull all over the marble floor, a crater pooling with the syrupy blood where its cranium once was. It didn't need a skull to live, though, not where the artifact planted itself. The high heat of liquid metal drove itself next into the being's chest, causing it to roar again, all while the thick healing strands from its artifact stitched its wounds back as properly as they could. Even being sliced in half from the waist down did nothing. The zombie-like creature twisted and tossed itself in every direction, trying to loosen itself from the tight shackles of the frozen chains. It struggled to drag itself out, inch by inch, from its prison and even without a head it bellowed its distorted cry throughout the main foyer.
The beast hadn't registered yet that it was missing its right arm, the source of its ability to even live. All of the reconstructing the strands were doing was slowly running out, parts of its body only half-reattached to where they would have belonged. The body had died, but the right arm scurried along helplessly, scurrying for the closest female to try and grab onto by the ankle.
Rob, still inside the stone egg, slammed his fist on the floor in frustration. He couldn't bring himself to leave the dome's protection, he had already guessed what happened in the battle outside. But he just couldn't bring himself to accept that his new tour guide, Raven Rowe...had died tonight.
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 20 2016, 12:51 AM "Bloody fucking hell! You're a persistent little bugger aren't you! Just stay dead already, bitch!" Sasha says as she hits it with a strong jet of orange flame. She waits a bit to see the effect, then flames it again for longer.
-Jan! Help me burn this arm to ashes!- Sasha says. -Just flames. Maybe we can still extract the artifact core.-
Janet walks over and adds her own blue white flames to the inferno cooking the arm. Flames hot enough to make the marble floor itself glow a toasty orange. -I got this mom. One cremation coming up.- the young dingo replies and chuckles, the fire waving back and forth over the length of the severed arm.
The dingoes cook the arm for a minute before pausing to check the results of their work. They are prepared to hit the arm with more fire if it is still attempting to move.
Meanwhile Lucy and Rose entertain themselves by continuing to cut up the rest of the body. The snake cutting apart the zombie at the joints with the silver sword and the leopard dragging it away with her chains to the far corners of the dome.
-Think its going to stay dead finally?- Lucy asks the Rose as the snake cuts through the zombies ankles to remove the feet.
-At this point if it revives again we need to reclassify it as a flesh golem.- Rose replies as she drags the feet to the far end of the room. They destroyed the bits from which vampires can resurrect. Even a powerful necromancer would have problems bringing this corpse back to life after how they desecrated the body.
-Heads pulped. Hearts and lungs are cooked to charcoal at min.- Lucy muses as she slices through the knees for like the fifth time in the fight. Rose drags the bits of flesh about half way to the edge of the dome.
-And we are pretty much cutting up the body and scattering it to the point that even a master vamp will have a hard time reassembling the parts.- Rose replies watching Lucy slice through the hip joints to separate the thighs from the lower body. She flings these bits to to either side of the dome. As for the rest she drags the chest midway to the west side of the dome and the lower body to the east side.
-Only thing we're lacking is running water to confuse the magical spirit- Rose comments looking over their handy work. The body parts are all scrambled and separated across the area under the dome.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 20 2016, 06:37 AM Almost at once, the disembodied arm stopped in its tracks and twitched madly, scurrying away from the heat of the orange flame from its closest assailant. It couldn't scurry far; the assailant's daughter added her own blue-hot fire to the wandering limb, making it squeal like an imp from another realm. Its fingers curled in on itself, and the blackened arm turned shades of ashy grayed colors. The flesh surrounding it began to melt and drip off like lava rock, splitting muscle and exposing bone as steam hissed and rose from the limb. Ash began to pile where chunks of flesh fell, and finally, the small necklace fell from within. As if to deny its fate, the shrinking, burning limb attempted to lift its middle finger, only to have it snap off and burn just like the rest of the living...dying, now...forearm. The artifact no longer had a life force to feed off of, and it simply lay there in the pile of ashes, the eye in the center wide open. Quivering and afraid, it switched from one woman to the next...catching a brief panty view of the redhead canine demon girl closest to it.
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 20 2016, 05:57 PM -I see the cross.- Janet says using one of Sasha's machete blades to poke at it in the ashes. She scrapes away the ashes with the blade.
-That is not a good idea, Jan.- Rose warns. -Everyone step back and keep your distance! I'm going to raise it off the ground and I do not want it to touch any of you.-
The leopard waits for for everyone to step away from the arm before forcing up a bowl marble to hold the cross. She raises higher off the ground on pedestal of marble and concrete.
Sasha wonders away from where they cremated the arm and sits down on one of the chairs. She pulls off the damp panties and sets them aside. She takes off the wet stockings as well. Then uses a dinner napkin and some dusty water to wipe herself off. She uses more water before kicking her feet up to relax. She tugs her shirt down enough to keep herself covered while she lets herself air dry.
Lucy finds someone wine glass that did not look to dusty to wash out her mouth of extra venom. She swishes it around her mouth then spits out the first mouthful of the wine. The second she swishes around again and swallows. The rest of the glass she sips.
-Jan, box it in metal. Solid if you would. And be careful.- Rose instructs. Janet uses her ball of metal to first slice through the pedestal under the the artifact so that the box would be solid underneath. She lets the metal cool to just red hot and become malleable like clay, then pulls the metal up and over to form the sides and top. A little extra heat welds the seams completely shut.
-It's in the box- Janet says as she watches the metal box cool from red to a skin melting oxide gray.
-Sas, think you can craft a ward or seal to keep aura and spirit energy away from it?- Rose asks. -Maybe- She replies lazily looking around the room. She shrugs and pulls a fresh pair of cotton panties, thong style ... her hammer space control is not perfect, loose knit shorts and soft sole slippers to put on. The dingo shrugs in her seat and pulls on the panties and shorts. The dance slippers next. She stands and gives the waist band a tug up then a the shorts legs a tug down to settle everything into place.
She sweeps the stuff off table so she can get at the cleanish table cloth underneath. She starts scribbling out magic runes on the green cloth with a silver paint pen. -I think I got this- She says eyeballing the size of the box before going back to drawing runes on the table cloth.
-Your turn Lucy. Wrap this around the box.- Sasha says grabbing the table cloth from the table and spinning it into the air like a Frisbee to be snagged by Lucy's wind power. The snake guides the cloth through the air and wraps it around the metal box. The snake gives it a good secure not at the top. Rose powers up the seals with her aura.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 20 2016, 10:22 PM The tremoring necklace was manhandled from a distance and placed into a box, its eye's pupil dilating in fear. Fear of its own failure to kill four weak beings. What would its master do? Why wasn't it made smarter? Why did it have to choose an even weaker being to fight off the women? No longer viewing panties, instead now the insides of an enchanted metal box, it let out a noise that sounded eerily like a depressed sigh.
From inside the egg bellowed the muffled voice of Robert Marques, Jr., his pissed off Boston accent apparent now more than ever. "GO TELL THOSE TWO DEMON FREAKS THAT THE PEACE BETWEEN OUR RACE AND THEIRS IS OFF! COURTESY OF NEW HAVEN'S ARTS CENTER! AND ANOTHER THING, GET THAT DAMN HALF-DEMON MAYOR OUT OF OFFICE! I KNEW WE SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED THE DEMON LORDS, BUT NOOOOO, MY WIFE HAD TO SAY, 'ROB CALM DOWN!' WHY IS IT ALWAYS ROB CALM DOWN, SUSAN?! DID MY MOM TELL MY DAD TO CALM DOWN WHEN HE WORKED FOR A.N.G.E.L.? NO! MA WAS DEAD, AND DAD'S NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! AND I'M JOBLESS!"
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The visions in the orb clouded over at last, the three beings who observed the scene having their fill of the battle. One-sided, as Garnet anticipated, though much shorter than expected. He grinned then, glasses flashing as his fingers closed around the sphere. Vanilla giggled happily, clapping as she bounced up and down on her two feet, lavender locks bouncing with her bubbly hops. Anahita smiled through half-closed eyes, nuzzling her face into her date's chest once more. And Garnet?
"The demon lords, he says...I didn't realize this universe needed...cleansing," he purred to himself, an added emphasis on "cleansing." He turned his yellow-eyed contemplation to his right-hand woman, Vanilla. "I believe these test results will, sadly, suffice for tonight's first experiment. I expected the being to put up a little more of a fight, but beggars can't be choosers."
He pocketed the orb as Vanilla laughed out loud. "It was fun to watch! Did you see the pretty girlies use their weapons? Did you see how they worked so well together, Garnet? Didja??" she asked excitedly. "Their teamwork was so cool! Why can't we all work like that?"
He shot her a glare as his grin disappeared for but a moment. "Because we still have hiding to do in this universe, Vanilla. Need I remind you that we are here strictly on business, by order of them? We act now, we will jeopardize two decades of hard work!" The social bubble stopped bouncing, giggling and clapping. His words lashed out at her like a slap to her face, and that was Garnet being tame with her! He had said, done far worse to her for substantially less. Vanilla considered herself lucky she didn't get the velvet ropes this time around.
Her lavender-pink eyes tremored in sudden sadness, staring at the ground in disbelief. She still had them in disguise as a few cosplayers roleplaying real-life Batman, and right now Vanilla looked like Bruce rejected Catwoman's advances. Probably because Anahita looked like Batgirl with Garnet's arm around her shoulder constantly.
Garnet nodded his head to the east, his eyes still boring into Vanilla.
"Let us desummon back to the Castle, my dear Vanilla," he commanded softly. "We must look into this half-demon mayor that human was talking about impeaching, as well as those...demon lords..." he finished curiously.
"I understand, Garnet," Vanilla nodded sadly. At their feet, a brightly lit circle shined, encircling the three supernaturals. Particles of pink and blue lights rose up like dust, swirling around the beings slowly, and then picking up speed, spinning faster and faster. The lights soon looked solid in their increasingly fast spinning, and within the blink of an eye, they were gone...
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 21 2016, 03:13 AM "Shut the fuck up in there!" Sasha says walking over to the mini dome. She pulls out her 1911 before peaking in through the hole Rose used to come out. The dingo points the open end of the .45 caliber muzzle at the worm, Mr. Marques, Jr., inside.
"I'm personally wishing that my little demon friend let the late Ms. Rowe crushed you like a little worm. I can fix that with one little squeeze. If your lucky and been a good boy you can get to cry to mommy." She grins evilly at the man with a show of sharp teeth.
"Yes, the four girls that saved you are demons. You missed all the fun of inside this little dunny, matey. I reckon that the girls would be willing to give you a personal demonstration for all this talk about war and lack of trust. We're quite good at personal demonstrations being exotic dancers." Sasha chuckles.
"I have you know that the wife and daughter of one of those 'two demon freaks' just helped to saved your sorry little ass. I reckon the name Cruxis rings a bell. So pardon if I'm taking your words extremely personally, boyo. I'm too good a girl though to just off you here and be done with it." Sasha smiles and backs out enough to shout over top of the dome.
"Rose why don't you drop the dome from over Mr. Marques." Sasha calls out. Rose waves and the dome of marble and concrete crumbles.
Rose's black chains are still freezing the bits of Ms. Rowe to keep the smell of decay at bay. The leopardess herself is standing guard next to the glowing rune cover bag enclosing the seamless metal box sitting on the pedestal of marble. She is still holding the giant blood splattered monk's spade she used to behead the zombie.
The silver robbed snake, Lucy, is sprawled over the bar top helping herself to the liquor. She waves at Mr. Marques and takes a drink. The snake lets half the liquor spill down her front as she pours a generous helping into her mouth.
Janet is seated in a chair she dragged over to the bar and helping herself to the peanuts and cherries while her molten ball of metal floated several feet above her head. She does not wave personally at the man, but instead forming the v for victory gesture with the palm facing him using the molten metal.
Sasha's bloody machetes and aluminum baseball bat are laid out on a table near the bar. The elder dingo unwilling to put them away till they are cleaned and proven to be free of nasty surprises from the artifact.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 21 2016, 06:37 AM "Shut the fuck up in there!" That was it. Rob lost his job, lost his shot at the life, and now he lost the last of his patience. From inside his hovel, he turned, finger raised and ready to say something. Anything. That was until the barrel of an M1911 was pointed right at his face, with one pissed off woman at the other end of it. Her grin was too reminiscent to Rob of the two lords the citizens praised so dearly. He was stunned, and at a loss for words.
"I'm personally wishing that my little demon friend let the late Ms. Rowe crushed you like a little worm. I can fix that with one little squeeze. If you're lucky and been a good boy you can get to cry to mommy. Yes, the four girls that saved you are demons. You missed all the fun of inside this little dunny, matey. I reckon that the girls would be willing to give you a personal demonstration for all this talk about war and lack of trust. We're quite good at personal demonstrations being exotic dancers." "E-exotic danc--wh, what the hell brings you, then, to a place like--" Rob began, but the woman continued, uncaring. "I have you know that the wife and daughter of one of those 'two demon freaks' just helped to save your sorry little ass. I reckon the name Cruxis rings a bell. So pardon if I'm taking your words extremely personally, boyo. I'm too good a girl though to just off you here and be done with it," she spat at him. Rob scowled, gritting his teeth again.
"Yeah, Cruxis rings a bell. Thought he already had a wife and a few kids; what is he, some kinda horndog?" Rob ranted with disgust. "Thought wolves were supposed to be loyal to one person. This don't help his case much!"
His words only fell on deaf ears. "Rose why don't you drop the dome from over Mr. Marques," the woman requested politely. Oh, great... The marble fell on an ignorant man, knocking him to the ground as he cried out, "Ah, sunuvabitch!"
Dust and debris were kicked up in a cloud then, and Rob pushed a few of the heavy stone chunks off his form, brushing anything that stuck to his suit off with a few hard pats and swipes. He frowned, looking around. One of the girls laid across the bar, helping herself to some wine...or a wine shower, at least. Another, who had a familiar with her in the form of a ball of melted metal, simply flashed him a V-sign with her fingers. Oh, there was the Cruxis attitude in that one... Bastard fucks everything, doesn't he? He and Itachi both, they think they're sooooo great!
He sighed, putting two fingers to his forehead, trying to clear his mind of the negativity that seeped in. "Crazy sun ya got following you there," Rob remarked, tone calm now, face solemn. "Where'd ya learn to do that? Pretty cool if ya ask me."
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 23 2016, 02:57 AM "Experimentation and practice after watching a few Japanese cartoons. They have some crazy ideas in their shows so I though I could pull some off in real life." Janet says finally turning away from enjoying the cherries. The spoils of war are sweet. "If we girls weren't keeping an eye on the box with the evil necklace, I'd let the ball cool off. It's a better weapon than mother's machetes or my swords. "Honestly, the four of us never seen the likes of it before so well we're going to send it to some experts to see how it ticks." Lucy says. "Why don't you join us for a drink. It's just us here at the moment so consider it on the house." She invites the man over with a chuckle. "If not well you can always send dad the bill and I'll sort it out. After a night like this a few drinks are in order, or at least a snack." Janet says poking the jar of cherries. "So, what's your poison?." Lucy asks twisting around so she can reach down behind the bar for the drinks. The action pulling the back of her dress aside and giving everyone a good view of her smooth bottom and barely their glued on black thong underwear. "We go beer, wine, coolers, liquors, and even in flavors."
"She has a nice butt." Sasha says from behind Mr. Marques. "As for why we're here and not some suitably high class mucks, the boss didn't want to come, and I pulled some strings for a second invite. Wolves might be loyal to their mate, men aren't. I can name a few humans that have more wives, mistresses, and combinations there of than any of the demon lords. He's quite loyal to his mates, and well we all get along nicely. Girl on Girl is always fun with people you love."
"Anyway, Go get yourself a drink. I bet you're thirsty after all the excitement." Sasha encourages. Lucy digs up Mr. Marques. drink order before looking over her shoulder. She carefully twists back around onto the bar. She sits facing Mr. Marques. one leg bent to rest one high heel foot on the bar top while the other is spread to hang down over the edge. "Like the view?"
-I got the Glyph from higher- Rose says on over the private network. -Good, hurry and forward the box to them- Sasha says. -Outgoing mail- Rose smiles as she steps back and forms the glyph from airborne frost. It flashes briefly and the box with the necklace is gone. -I want to shower in something then wine then have a different kind of fun- Lucy says as she pours a body shot and steals a cherry to place on her navel. Jan shrugs and leans in to take the cherry and body shot into her mouth. -My cherries- Janet chuckles.
-Dropping in... - A new girl breaks in to the network. Lynn appears out a swirl of frost on the remains of the stone pedestal. -Now. Hey Ladies-
The tan kitten barely changed in the 20-years. She is still a tiny 4-feet 8-inches from the tips of her erect ears to the ground, and athletic 95-pounds. The youthful looking kitten's brown hair hung in a thick braid past her knees. She carries a Shepard's crook with attached lantern in her off hand. Sleek frost blue and silver boots clad her feet. A white athletic tank top compresses her chest to nearly nothing and clings to her narrow waist. Snowmen and snowflakes cover the black and blue gradient of the skin tight leggings cladding her long legs. On her tail is the ring, tonight a shiny metallic blue to match the outfit.
"Quite the mess, let me tidy up a little." Lynn says before vanishing. There is a bit of wind to play along the hemlines before multiple tablecloths vanish from tables and reappear in the air to fall over the bits of body.
"Much better" she says reappearing by one of the chairs. She goes over to hug each of the girls starting with the leopard. Rose gives the kitten friendly hug and ear rub. -Why am I not surprise they sent you- Rose says. -'cause I'm still the most mobile of the unassigned chefs- Lynn says as she purrs. -Let me hold that for you- Rose says taking the Shepard's Crook away from Lynn.
Sasha pulls the kitten into a deep kiss and rubs the kittens butt. -Skinny as ever.- She says as she slides a hand between the kitten's legs to caress the girl's private area. Lynn bucks and clings. -Naughty as ever.- Lynn scolds. -And I can't reach low enough to return the favor.-
Lucy dips the kitten while transferring a mouthful of sweet wine via a kiss. Lynn gasps as the kiss is broken. Lucy pushes up Lynn's top to expose the smooth perfection of a tummy. She pours the drink so it runs down Lynn's front and leans down to lap it up till she reaches the waist ban. She pulls it down to show a few more inches of smooth skin to lick. She stops though before she exposes the anything private. Instead she kisses and sucks on the soaked cloth a bit before pulling the kitten back into a hug. -I hate you- Lynn says clinging to the snake weakly. Chest panting. -No you don't- Lucy replies while licking her lips. -Sweet as ever- -I'm all messy and wet now- Lynn complains. -I can help clean it up later, I promise it be good- Lucy says lasciviously.
-Our own security forces are going to arrive just a little before the cops- Lynn says as she straddles Lucy's lap. -That would be interesting. But we extract let the PR team handle the cops.-
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 23 2016, 10:18 PM Rob looked stunned at the young demon's answer, eyes drifting back up to the floating ball of liquefied metal. He heard of kids trying things they saw on Japanese anime, hell he even saw teenagers wandering the streets of New Haven dressed as their favorite characters. He saw his fair share of Goku's, Naruto's, and even Ichigo's during his time managing Super Discount Groceries. But someone succeeding in trying something she saw in anime out, and having actual results to show for it? The gravity of the situation slapped Rob hard in the face with its reality. Demons were capable of impersonating what they saw on TV, and that was far scarier than the War of Y2K.
"Yeesh, no wonder the FCC's still tryin' to censor television," he remarked.
"Honestly, the four of us never seen the likes of it before so well we're going to send it to some experts to see how it ticks." Lucy says. "Why don't you join us for a drink. It's just us here at the moment so consider it on the house."
"If not well you can always send dad the bill and I'll sort it out. After a night like this a few drinks are in order, or at least a snack." Janet says poking the jar of cherries.
Rob waved a hand, politely turning down the offer. "Thanks, but I ain't a big drinker," he reasoned. "Besides, your dad's gonna have a lot to answer for if I see him..if it's who I think it is, anyway. Itachi, right?" Judging by the stories he heard from few of the women who frequented his store, Itachi was quite the Cassanova himself. The view the pale brunette was offering was a rather nice gift after the tension, for lack of a better term, that transpired in the foyer tonight. Though it still wasn't enough to distract him from those blood-soaked events. His museum was in disorder, his tour guide was dead, and an artifact was sentient, bouncing about in the metal box desperately looking for an escape. All you could hear were pinging noises against sheet metal.
"She has a nice butt." Sasha says from behind Mr. Marques
"Yeah..." Rob replied distantly, looking more through Lucy's supple ass than at it.
"As for why we're here and not some suitably high class mucks, the boss didn't want to come, and I pulled some strings for a second invite. Wolves might be loyal to their mate, men aren't. I can name a few humans that have more wives, mistresses, and combinations there of than any of the demon lords. He's quite loyal to his mates, and well we all get along nicely. Girl on Girl is always fun with people you love."
"Wait, you mean you all know of one another?" Rob asked with an arch of his eyebrow, turning to the redhead. "How do you not get violent sharing the same dude? Ain't he, like, cooped up in his Hell castle all day or somethin'? You'd imagine he gets bored in there easily. View's alright, by the way," he added as an aside to the pale girl.
He had to turn away, giving the girls by the bar their private fun time--in public of all places--and paid no mind to the newcomer who came in. Sounded like a young girl. Very young, and the sounds coming from there...?
Rob knew what was going on, he didn't have to turn around to watch the scene play out behind him. "Ah, jeez, ladies, ya can't take it to a room? And that's a kid, for chrissakes!"
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 24 2016, 02:38 AM "Yeesh, no wonder the FCC's still tryin' to censor television," he remarked. "I'm a high level demon, comes with the blood line I guess. A normal demon even one three times my age probably couldn't control such an ability for a fight. They can probably do the floating ball of molten lava, complex shapes a more rare talent." Janet replies. "Though if FCC needs to censor something its the TV news reports, they rush out reports so fast they get the facts wrong over half the time."
"Besides, your dad's gonna have a lot to answer for if I see him..if it's who I think it is, anyway. Itachi, right?" Janet just shrugs. To Sasha she replies, -Do I look half fox to you?- "Its just terrorism of some kind. Guess its before you time to remember the human religious wars. Before my time even, though the masters like to make sure we have a well rounded education." Janet replies.
"Wait, you mean you all know of one another? How do you not get violent sharing the same dude? Ain't he, like, cooped up in his Hell castle all day or somethin'? You'd imagine he gets bored in there easily. View's alright, by the way," he added as an aside to the pale girl.
"Pretty much. I was out of a the loop for a while. I'm the first wife. Rosey over there" Sasha says waving at Rose, "taught me everything there is to know about sex before I even got by first bra. So I'm no stranger to pleasing a lady and Mr. Cruxis's toy box is well equipped to please."
"Ah, jeez, ladies, ya can't take it to a room? And that's a kid, for chrissakes!" Lynn giggles and takes a body shot off Lucy before replying. "I'm the second oldest person in the room. Three to four times your age at a guess, sir. 130 as of last October." Lynn replies. "I just happen to be small." "Anyway I'd her kick ass across the room and tell her master if she exposes me. For that matter I still outrank her" She says cuddling against her chest. "If anything I'm the one bad with the kids." "And well its doctors order to fuck her silly at least once every day. Her docs been renewing that prescription since 1985." Sasha says. "Helps to keep me all flexible and fit. I have the top marks in aerobic fitness on the yearly physicals" Lynn teases. "I was born a few days after the first successful gray scale test of the TV" Lynn says breathlessly as Lucy takes the opportunity to play with the ears and tush.
Lynn shrugs and reaches down to push a finger inside the snake. After a moment she pulls and tosses over her shoulder the oversize band-aid. Lynn giggles as he digs out the grenades. "Heh so that's where you hide those during training." She sets the metallic objects aside then slips on the smooth faux granite bar top. Lucy takes advantage to pull Lynn's face between her legs. The snake makes happy noises at the action of the kitten tongue. -----
Outside three white armored SUVs pulls to a stop in front of the museum. From the first and last SUV come 12 wolves dress in full combat gear. The black gear look every bit like the NHPD's SWAT forces except for no thing. The black armor and equipment is completely unmarked, no SWAT TEAM in big white letters, no Police either, not even a national flag. They all carry big rifles or shotguns.
The doors of the middle SUV don't open till after the first squad of wolves reports that the inside is secure. The only person that gets out of the SUV is a linsang. The skinny black clad figure is perfectly androgynous: Narrow waist, slightly broad shoulder, wide hips, shapely legs, smooth face with softly define jaw, no adam's apple, gentle contralto voice. Zir outfit is expensive brass rimmed sunglasses, an even more expensive tailored Italian suit, mirror shined black dress shoes, and an ornate brass cane.
One of the guards holds the door open for zir as ze strolls into the museum. All but four of the security follows her into the building, two to hold the doors, and two standing by the cars.
"Time to get out of here girls. Cars up front, get moving. Your lawyers are already at NHPD's headquarters to take care of there desire for 20 questions." "Van" Stay here and keep him company. "NHPD should be here soon anyway." The wolf Van Kenny Rigg nods and pulls up a chair. "Sir. I'm Sergeant Van Rigg." He says trying his best to ignore the to agents cleaning up at the bar behind him. The smaller one seem to have been doing a close visual inspection between the others legs.
The girls collect all their stuff and put away there weapons, before making their way out of the museum. A dozen heavily armed and armored soldiers taking their place around the museum for security. -----
-Let me call ahead. We need to make sure he's there.- Sasha says as they pile into the middle SUV. Once buckled in all three SUVs leave the museum on a route heading out of the city. They shuffle a bit on the roads then split up. One heading for the docks. Two head back into the city. They split again in downtown. One heads toward the popular dance club, Crying Wolf. The last heads all the way into downtown with its skyscrapers, its final destination a parking garage.
The girl ditch the majority of the weapons into the back of the SUV. Sasha is back in the heels being better then the house slippers for walking long distances. Lucy outfit is back to black. The snake making sure to give any security cameras a show as she gets out of the SUV. Lucy is keeping her weapons since they are part of her outfit. Lynn willing leaves the staff and boots in the SUV. She replaces the boots with regular shoes.
Sasha lights one of her candles as they head into the lobby. The magic inside the candle should render the six of them invisible to the cameras and guards; and even if something pierces the invisibility a second illusion renders there forms nothing but rough shadows. A third spell encourages people to avoid the cloaking bubble. The four well dressed ladies, a gentleman, and a girl enter the skyscrapers main lobby without out a soul seeing who they are. They take an elevator up. Montana's ornate gilded brass key and card providing them all the security access they need to get to the top most penthouse of the building.
The penthouse hallway is luxurious. Springy deep pile carpets of deep sea green makes the walk comfortable. The walls are marble inlaid with a repeating pattern of silver and gold leaves and flowers. Perfect reproduction of famous paintings hang in gilded frames between Victorian style sconces fitted with LED candles. Giant decorative terracotta pots holding common ferns and exotic plants sit in bronze stands to keep the air fresh and pleasantly perfumed.
Montana knocks on Dave's door. Lucy sets up a mirage to hide the end of the hallway in a fake doorway. Sasha pinches out the candle to turn off the cloaking spell. The faintest hint of candle smoke lingers in the air as Sasha puts away the candle.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 24 2016, 04:58 PM Rob kept his back turned to the lesbian scene at the bar, grimacing and rolling his eyes. What a shit show, and the cops hadn't even pulled in yet. Typical NHPD. Even with Cruxis and Itachi runnin' the show behind the scenes, the cops STILL don't do nothin' right. Dude...they just wanna control us humans like sheep. That's IT. He let out a sigh, flaring his nostril as he pinched the bridge of his nose and slumped. Outside, vehicles finally pulled in, at which Rob raised his hand impatiently.
"Oh, sure, now they decide to show up," he seethed. A group of about 12 large men carrying huge guns sauntered into the foyer now, and soon after, a....person. Was it a guy or a girl? Rob squinted, really trying to figure out their build, only to have his concentration snapped by a large gentleman pulling a chair up in front of him.
"Sir. I'm Sergeant Van Rigg."
Rob took a deep breath, his hand returning to the bridge of his nose as he pulled a seat behind him to sit down as well.
"And I'm pissed the hell off, nice to meet ya."
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"Hello?...oh, hey hon!.....Well, that's a pleasant surprise. Usually, you'd be coming down to my manor, or I'd be finding my way to your place after Tam and I set up for a babysitter.....Oh?.....That does sound foreboding.....Alright, see you when yous get here."
The demon lord set the phone screen-down on a roundtop glass end table by his black leather sofa, back to the wall of a window overlooking the southern sections of New Haven. He didn't really like the fancy penthouse he brought himself to rent; it was either he rented one out to keep tabs on the city, or allow history to repeat itself while all the major allies kept their hands out of his and Itachi's business. The parlor was massive, even for Lord Cruxis's tastes. Everything was so clean and tidy...no character, no transparency. Even the mahogany coffee table in front of the couch seemed to laugh at his modest nature, lacking in anything coffee or magazine related. Just two scented candles, neither having seen use yet, lay in perfect symmetry side by side, only a couple of feet apart. Across from the leather couch hung a 70" flat screen 4K TV, the only thing Dave could bring himself to appreciate in the disgustingly ritzy apartment.
The penthouse itself wasn't your average home. There were barely any angles to it, as most of the rooms' walls were round or wavy. Who the hell designed walls like that, hipsters? There were no indications of going from one room to another; you would make your way into the kitchen and suddenly, you just had to know you were in the kitchen. Well, there were two steps from the glossy wood paneled floor to the shiny linoleum that was expertly bolted to the floor. Even that wasn't enough to satisfy Dave's needs to feel at home. There was a doorway where the TV was, that led into a massive bedroom with a king size bed, one that rivaled even Itachi's in size. Above it hung a lovely replica picture of...a rainbow of colored squares overlapping one another. What was it supposed to be, some kind of positive outlook on an otherwise boring life? The bedroom featured a sliding door to the equally round-ish balcony that every apartment had on every floor. The top of the building had access to an inground pool, which was closed off for the season. All of the wall-like windows were lined on each side of their thin black frames with black velvet curtains. Yup, penthouses were designed for the rich and famous to have weekend orgies with any group of hot girls in town who had the money and connections in higher places. He could have been doing the same thing in his old apartment complex, or even his manor.
"Man, why did I agree to buy this overrated garbage dump?" he scolded himself with a few black-clawed fingers to his forehead, shaking his head. He ran it through his navy blue hair, which hung to the middle of his back, letting his arm hang loosely at his side before grabbing a seat on the couch. From under the coffee table, he pulled his two trusty katanas, Genkakuken and Gravedigger. They needed a desperate sharpening from having been used in spars with Itachi and the other nobles over the past few weeks. Given that there was peace blanketing the human plane, and the war between Heaven and Hell was called off, all the lords could do now was spar or focus their energies on progressing their own city. Twenty years later, and the progress showed. Hell was on even terms with even the human world now, with obvious differences.
Pulling a whetstone and lubricant out from where he stored the swords, Dave went to work sharpening his Illusion Blade, Genkakuken. The blue and yellow lightning patterns zigzagged up the blade, slimming down as they reached further up towards the tip. You could hear the electricity humming, its volume boosting some with each scrape of the whetstone, silencing as he removed it for a split second before scraping it gently across the edge again. Keeping that rhythm, the wolf king quietly worked away at his trusty weapon. You wouldn't even think he was a king with his choice of dress, wearing a white V-neck tee shirt with a black dragon design stamped on the front and a pair of dark blue jeans. He preferred wearing work boots over his minotaur leather ones, and his hands were always adorned with black leather fingerless gloves. Over the years, his muscular arms became adorned with tattoos of many styles and from many cultures across the globe. There were no throwaway images on his skin; some were different signs for Karma, some were designs that held a noble meaning and some were throwbacks to different chapters of his life in the form of an image--Civil War's year in a Confederate design, for example. Around his neck, he still had the Cruxis heirloom, the gold chain necklace with the snarling wolf head in the middle, its image redeemed and clean of Zeron's sin. Every citizen in Hell and New Haven alike recognized Cruxis for what the lineage was originally known for--justice, peace and protection. He still had the gold earring that marked him as a noble citizen of Hell from the "good ol' days" of Gehenna, but over the years he added more. Studs and rings adorned the ridges of both pointed human-like ears, and there was a silver universal bar going through his right ear, from the top front ridge to the back ridge. It was time the wolf lord went back to his wilder roots; his real self was someone he and Tam could appreciate more after a few months of keeping it under wraps during Lucifer's reign of terror...way back when...
Man, coming back out of his shell since the demon lord's defeat all that time ago, he felt he was walking a straight and narrow path around Tam--it wasn't his swinger mindset that pushed her away back then, it was who he wanted to swing with. Nanako was a horrible choice; the white wolf only wanted power out of him, a mentality Tam could never forgive in a woman. When they reunited, it was the birth of their firstborn son, Talis. And then...well...Myr'rym happened...and Tam was fine with her? Dave always thought cats fought over mates, but they seemed to have gotten along quite well. He chalked it up to Myr's exceptional cooking talent, and when the two combined their skills...one thing does lead to another, after all. And then the harem grew larger over time...
A short time went by as he observed the edge of the blade, holding it so the blade was pointed towards the TV, keen gold eyes scanning over the fine sharp edge for any bumps, grooves or divots that needed to be ironed out. Dave took a deep breath, feeling the tension that built up in his massive shoulders melt away as he brought the sword back towards him and across his lap. Sharpening a sword was never done, but it was relaxing work; it certainly distracted him from the surroundings of his penthouse that he hardly paid any mind to. A knock on his door pulled Dave out from his thoughts suddenly, black wolf tail raised in curiosity. He knew who was at the door, yet canine instincts almost always insisted they'd kick in whenever someone new was approaching. "Be there in a sec, ladies," he called as he resheathed the katana. "I'll get back to you later," he added softly to the sword, leaning it against his couch, and then made his way across the parlor to open the door and greet his company.
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 24 2016, 05:40 PM "Hello Dave." The dancers chorus after the wolf opens the door. "Heya" Lynn says from over Rose's shoulder. "I think I been kitten-napped." she jokes. "Good Evening, Lord Cruxis" Montana says and nods zir head in a small bow. "Hi dad. Mind letting us in? Rather not talk about the party in the hallway." Janet greets and leads the way into the suite.
Sasha gives Dave spinning hug to move him clear of the door way and lean him against the inside wall. The dingo kisses him passionately against the wall while rubbing his chest.
Rose wonders in with Lynn and Lucy in tow. Montana closes and locks the door behind zir. Rose and Lucy looks around the living room and peaking into the other rooms as they went around the circle.
"I'm guessing you let the realtor buy a place for you?" Montana says looking around the quite modern penthouse. "I would not have pegged you for a fan of this style." Ze says as ze settles down for a perch on one of the bar stools edging the living room side of the kitchen island.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 25 2016, 04:18 AM Dave was taken aback slightly with the choir-like greeting in his direction from the three dancers. He greeted back with a smirk and wave, voicing a soft "Evenin'" to them. "Heya" Lynn says from over Rose's shoulder. "I think I been kitten-napped."
One look at Lynn, and Dave's smirk widened at the pun. He shook his head with a roll of his eyes, holding back a silent chuckle. "I'm sure it was a mutual agreement," he answered the kitten. "Can't be taken if you're willing."
"Good Evening, Lord Cruxis" Montana says and nods zir head in a small bow. "Hi dad. Mind letting us in? Rather not talk about the party in the hallway." Janet greets and leads the way into the suite. Dave stepped off to the side, back into the suite, as he opened a path for the ladies and Montana. Well, he let his guard down for just that split moment; Sasha moved on in and hugged him to the wall, and the two shared a deep, passionate kiss. He snuck a grope on that ass while no one was looking, rurring softly.
"And hello to you, m'lady," he greeted his wife more passionately.
He rubbed her back as he took a look around the suite, the soft wall lights and lamps slowly coming on from the movements of his guests in the room. Shame, he was quite enjoying sharpening the katanas in the comfort of darkness reminiscent of his study. "Make yourselves at home, girls, I...could really care less about this place," he assured them.
"I'm guessing you let the realtor buy a place for you?" Montana says looking around the quite modern penthouse. "I would not have pegged you for a fan of this style." Dave looked over in Montana's direction while running the tip of his claw up and down Sasha's back in a soft pet, shaking his head "no" as a response. "Nah, Itachi and I put some money on it as a means to keep tabs on the city," he explained. "It was either this or we buy an airship. We didn't feel like getting shot out of the sky," he finished with an amused shrug.
"You guys all want any drinks? I got a full fridge for once," Dave offered, disappointed that he never had a chance to truly stock the fridge until recently. "Willing to discuss that party over a few cold ones."
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 25 2016, 05:34 AM "Well its either tag along or find my own way home." Lynn replies.
Sasha breaks the kiss and hug before they get too into it. Well at least turn around so she was leaning back against him. Business must come first. After that well, things can get fun.
"Make yourselves at home, girls, I...could really care less about this place" "If I brought my bags, I'd totally take you on that offer," Sasha replies.
"Well since you offer I'm going to find the bathroom and get clean up some." Lynn says detaching from rose to drift into the master bedroom where she was sure their be a bathroom. Dave is generally well organized and diligent about stocking the basic necessities. Lynn finds the a towel. She did not have to be modest in this group but Dave gets all uncomfortable when she wonders around stark naked in front of him.
She leans against the bed to peels herself out of the tights and top. They probably both needed a rinse. She probably did too before she join the others. No doubt the smell of excitement would be obvious without the soaking of wine to mask it.
"Let me help" Lucy says wondering in to the bedroom. "I'm just going to rinse out the wine ... and rinse off the wine." Lynn says holding up her cloths and pointing at the huge tub. She changes her mind though when she spots the circular open glass shower out of view of the door. Be easier than trying to climb into a tub which rim is half as tall as she is. She especially did not want to encourage the snake by bending over. She just needed to be more careful not to soak her hair in the waterfall.
She tosses cloths into the sink and starts the cold water flowing before going to check out the shower controls and soaps. The controls are standard and she found an obvious bar of body soap amid the crowd of bottles.
She goes back to take care of the sink before it overflows only to find a naked snake already seen to it. Lynn looks around for the dress.
"Its in the sink as well. Pity our little show did not distract the man from his troubles." Lucy comments. "Some men are just to stubborn to take in the fun side of living." Lynn replies. "Since you going to join me anyway. You can start by washing me below the neck... You got the wine everywhere." Lynn continues as she walk into the open ring of glass walls. The lack of door is a nice convenience, so was the generous sized stall.
"Quickie. I don't want to miss story time." Lynn says as she inches into the water so only the edge of the stream wets her front. One of those times she wished she knew where a shower cap is in the place. Lucy kneels down on the stone tiles and gets the work. -----
"It was either this or we buy an airship. We didn't feel like getting shot out of the sky" "I would have taken an airship." Montana comments. "We know a company that makes really good ones with top of the line defenses." "Either way, a little redecorating would make it more cozy." Rose says. "Some more seating and some screens to break up the open spaces and the place be less imposing."
"You guys all want any drinks? I got a full fridge for once. Willing to discuss that party over a few cold ones."
"Drinks would be nice" Rose says meandering to the kitchen to check out the icebox. The leopard passes out the sodas and beer to the girls. The leopard herself mixes up a rum and coke.
"We should wait for Lucy to get back" -----
About half way into the beers and well into a recount of the beginning of the party before the main event, Lucy and Lynn return. Lynn is well wrapped in a single oversize towel and her hair is upbraided. Lucy has open tied around the waist and another around the neck with the ends hanging down in front. They are still wet from the shower.
"Real candles and like drapery tied up with real rope." Janet says. "With stuff like that ... well its was going to be weird, but well no one thought it go that weird. Weird like a the comedian but this went straight to murder mystery."
"About time, we were going to start without you after the first round of drinks." Sasha says. "We had to wash down twice" Lynn whines as she heads to the kitchen to get a soda. Lucy gets herself a regular coke.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 25 2016, 06:28 PM "Well since you offer I'm going to find the bathroom and get clean up some," Lynn said as she removed herself from Rose and made her way to his bathroom.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do in there," Dave joked. If he knew the kitten's promiscuous nature, something was going to go down. He'd just hope the showers would clean up for him. After all, the shower was not exactly his preferred place for fun times. Maybe fun times with soap, providing the floor didn't get too slippery, but water surprisingly dried out a few good places.
"Little redecorating never hurt anyone, I agree," Dave told Rose as he led Sasha over to the kitchen island, offering her a bar stool to sit on. "First step, though, is having the care enough to redecorate where you don't wanna be. I had this place for about two decades now, and the only changes made were the TV and entertainment center over there." He sat in his own barstool, nodding in the direction of the electronic setup he had in front of the cushiony leather couch.
"I also changed out the bed a few times," Dave admitted with a sheepish shrug. "Tam and Myr, well...you know how cat claws are..." Rose helped herself to the fridge, getting drinks for the girls in the room. Well, he did say make themselves at home. "I'll grab a Dew myself," Dave announced, stealing a quick kiss from Sasha before making his way to the fridge for a 12oz green can of super-caffeinated soda.
He returned, listening to Janet's recounting of the evening's events. "...Real candles and like drapery tied up with real rope." Janet says. "With stuff like that ... well its was going to be weird, but well no one thought it go that weird. Weird like the comedian but this went straight to murder mystery." Snapping the can open and taking the first sip, Dave remarked, "Now who the hell decorates like that? They should be grateful the whole place didn't go up in flames."
Lynn and Lucy returned after a short time, just as Janet started getting more into the story. Dave shot a look out the corner of his eye to them, nodding a greeting, more of a welcome back really, to the wet girls. "About time, we were going to start without you after the first round of drinks." Sasha says. "We had to wash down twice," Lynn complained. Dave grinned amusedly, shaking his head. "Doin' the opposite of what I suggested; see, this is how people get fired," he said with a wink. "Have a seat, girls, we're just talking about the museum's fire hazards. "So, what do you mean by 'murder mystery?'" he asked Janet.
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 25 2016, 10:25 PM "Quite intimately." Rose chuckles and wiggles her fingers at Dave. "Which is why we don't use the bed unless the cat is mitten or on top." Sasha chuckles. Janet just flops onto the couch on the other end from Rose.
"Now who the hell decorates like that? They should be grateful the whole place didn't go up in flames." "Yeah. We were wondering who go bribed to get that bright idea cleared." Sasha says settling down on the stool and pulling her legs up so her heels are on the seat. "Though for the most part the burning stuff would have fallen on the guests first" Rose muses from the couch.
"Doin' the opposite of what I suggested; see, this is how people get fired." "Probably could get a discrimination case against you for that." Lynn jokes back. She looks for a place to sit. Taking note of the drinks she heads for the cold box. Lynn gets an orange soda.
Lucy gets a beer and pops it before following Lynn. The snake waits Lynn to be busy with the soda can before tugging away the light blue towel. The hard jerk making the snake's own loosely tied blue towel fall way from her hips. She kicks it away to the side so not to trip. She shakes Lynn's towel straight and uses it to cover herself below the waist as continues on to the couch pretending nothings wrong.
Lynn sighs as the heavy towel is pulled away while her hands were busy popping the can. She takes a sip as she watches Lucy cover herself with the stolen towel. She takes another sip before turning around to find where Lucy's towel went. She shrugs at Dave. Sasha points the opposite way. Lynn turns the way she pointed and walks over to that side of the room looking for her towel. She walks to the wall looking around before turning around and seeing the wadded up towel on the other side of the room. Other sip and back across the room with a small detour to give Montana her can. She gives Lucy view she wanted by bending over at the waist and kicking up a leg to pick up the towel.
"The fire hazards are well something for the NHPD to deal with by now, I'd imagine." Rose comments once the show is pretty much over. Lynn goes back over to the island as she wraps the towel back around her. She sits on Montana's lap. She purrs softly as Montana pets her ears. "So, what do you mean by 'murder mystery?'" Dave asks Janet.
"Well that little thing that was the whole reason for the party turned out to be a magical artifact of some kind." Janet explains. "Really nasty one for its sized. You're familiar with golems right? The real old school types. Nasty hard to kill zombie like servants..."
"We went at it like some kind of zombie at the start." Lucy says. "Hack and slash take its head off kind of action." "Wasted a lot of ammo first though..." Janet says. "Over two-hundred rounds between the four of us. Three-quarter of which was 9mm from pistol length barrels, the thing acted like it wasn't even being shot. Even when mom's big .460 mega magnum 'Anti-Tank' revolver blew big splashes out the other side of it. Rose's rifle didn't have an effect either... I don't know the caliber of that cane."
"FMJ .338 sniper rounds from a 16 inch barrel." Rose says.
"The transformation though looked pretty painful. The poor assistant girl screamed a lot as it took over." Janet says. "Probably fed on her in some way." Rose interrupts. "Maybe. Well she looked like she died after the thing finished melding with her. Then she like stood back up and started transforming parts of herself. Giant arm. Armor against the 9mm rounds. Spikes horns wings ... clawed feet ... giant shield with like lots of eyes. Cutting it apart and well made it go dormant for a bit. Could have just been the around of damage. We took off the head, wings, one arm, and disembowel it. It laid there a bit then vines or roots things started to try to knit the thing back together ... We did a better job of cutting it apart the second time. The artifact apparently acts as the golem core cause after cutting off the other arm it did a thing impression and tried to go after mom. We well burned it up good since well this artifact is a new type and it be best to collect it for study. Fire is better than lava if you want something left to study." She pauses and pulls feet up to sit cross legged. Winces and reaches under her skirt to play with her underwear. She fiddles with the front of the black panties for a bit to unclip the dagger sheath from the lacy waistband. She sighs and leans forward to put the little punch dagger onto the coffee table.
"Where was I... right burning the hand. It took a bit to even burn away all the stuff, but yeah in the pile of ashes was the pendant with an open eye in the center. Like living kind of eye..." She takes a sip of her drink. "So well after what happen to the girl none of use really wanted to touch it, but we needed to seal it up somehow. We took turns moving it about. Rose lifting it up off the ground with a pillar so we can box it easier. I use my lava to encase it in a metal box. Mom drew out a seal on a table cloth. Lucy use wind to well blow it around the box and tie it up. Rose went and powered up the seals and well sent the package on to people better at taking apart dangerous magics and telling us how it works."
"Guess I should tell you about the other human. Mr. Marques." "A worm really" Sasha interrupts. "Offing him probably would have save us troubles in the future." "Mom..." Janet shrugs "Well the event seem his old A.N.G.E.L. dogma back to the for front. Was shouting that well the two demon lords are responsible for the mess. And he'd make you pay and all that b.s. One of those fools that like to pass the blame onto others. After all demons are the only ones that can work magic for evil."
"After that well Lucy and I hit the bar. Lucy got into the wine, and well decided to try to distract the man. By offering a drink from the bar. The guy turned it down. What kind of guy would turn down a stiff drink after surviving such an event?" Jan complains.
"The guy was either 100% gay or to stubborn to enjoy the show. I mean she poured the wine down her front and barely a reaction. Showed bare tail and got a dishearten she's okay. Didn't seem impressed with two adult girls going at it either. I did a body shot off Lucy and I don't think he noticed. Lynn showed up and greeted everyone. No reaction other than ... 'Ah, jeez, ladies, ya can't take it to a room? And that's a kid, for chrissakes!' ... Lynn and Lucy where just trading body shots. Like wine down the front and licking it up. I think Lynn wanted to just finger her when she peel off the underwear but ... well Lucy decided on a tongue job instead." Shrugs. "After that it was just Montana and some guards showing up and we heading over here to talk"
"As good as Ms. Cruxis report, it doesn't do actual footage justice. Lynn and I just got finish splicing the points of view together into a suitable video report. This is worth seeing yourself." Montana says. Ze gets up and settles Lynn onto the empty stool. Ze goes over to the TV and plugs in a ornate gold USB dongle into one of the inputs ports. Ze takes a moment to set the TV to the correct channel.
The film starts off from Rose's point of view with Mr. Marques and Ms. Rowe getting onto the stage. It continues with the leopardess's perspective during the transformation and attack on Mr. Marques. The view point changes though to Lucy's for a view of all the girls pulling out their guns and stays with the snake till she needs to reload the double 18s. It continues with Janet's view point right up till the zombie leaps to attack the girls. Sasha view point is used for the explosion.
The explosion is played again from Lucy's view. It stays with Lucy as they take apart the zombie the first time, including the view of white panties being pierced by Lucy's sword and the resultant spill of guts. It back tracks to Roses view as she exits and beheads the zombie. It keeps with rose as they reload the weapons and attempt the cage over the body parts. Roses gaze sweeps back and forth between Janet and Sasha while Lucy works in the fore ground chopping up the zombie.
The point of view does not switch till after Rose turns the zombies head into a new crater in the floor. It switches back to Sasha who had a better view of the scene of them taking apart the zombie again and of course of the arm coming at her. It switches to Lucy's view point for the burning of the arm and sealing away of the necklace pendent. It goes back to Sasha though as she threatens Mr. Marques.
They get to see Lucy pour wine on herself and flash bare bum from Sasha's point of view. It switches though after Janet takes a body shot off Lucy. They get Janet's point of view for Lynn coming in and well the action on the bar top. The film ends with Montana arriving and telling them it is time to go.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 26 2016, 01:26 AM "Probably could get a discrimination case against you for that." Lynn jokes back. Dave smirked, shaking his head as he watched Lynn and Lucy make their way to his fridge, the snake demon jacking a beer for herself. View wasn't quite bad, considering how she was dressed, or lack thereof. Open-tie towel for her top, open tie towel for her ass. Now if only it was Hellion clothes...black halter top and loin skirt, adorned in soft green and yellow jewels, against her pale skin. Dave made a mental note to give Julian that suggestion for an outfit later. Even Tam would have to change her panties at that.
Aruka and Itachi were missing quite the gathering tonight. Just what was with Itachi's prude nature these past few years, anyway? Was he really that scared of his mates chopping his balls off if he so much as went to a strip club for a look-don't-touch show? The second he and Tam decided to give in to their swinger natures all that time ago, they had never been closer. Tam accrued quite the harem of girls on her end as well as he, and rarely did they swing with other men. Usually, she'd have him present if they decided on a second man. After all, Hellion men were still horny little shits who still saw a former breeder as a free fuck. Maybe the imposing presence of a naked demon lord to whom the woman was married, who was clearly larger than they were would be enough to force them into complying, using protection, and not being abusive. Which was why they ended up deciding to just swing with men they knew personally, anyway. There was a level of unspoken trust that was there, and the next morning the first words out of anybody's mouth would not be "Who was better?," it would be "So who wants breakfast in bed?"
Lynn, with her back turned to Lucy, got an orange soda out of the fridge. Dave knew it was never a good idea to keep one's back turned to the snake demoness, or to any snake demoness--from his experience with Niaga alone, having his back turned to that sexy pale snake girl resulted in him getting bear hugged, tossed onto the bed, wrapped up in half of her snake form and, well...Tam was involved, and Dave chuckled darkly at the memory. His suspicions were made correct, as they usually were with this bunch, and off went Lynn's towel. She may have been an adult demon, but she still resembled a child, enough so that Dave still felt dirty looking at her naked. How the hell was Aruka allowed to get away with fucking her? His chuckle grew into a laugh as he turned away, watching Lucy make her way casually to his couch.
"No need, you've sealed the deal with your termination with that," Dave responded. "'Termination for: exposing an obvious weakness to hot-ass snake demon.'"
Janet began answering her father's question; they were straying from business, after all. "Well that little thing that was the whole reason for the party turned out to be a magical artifact of some kind." Janet explains. "Really nasty one for its size. You're familiar with golems right? The real old school types. Nasty hard to kill zombie-like servants..." He sipped his Dew, nodding as he was internalizing the information. "Fought a few of 'em during my merc days over in Germany," Dave mentioned as an aside. "Tough little guys..." "We went at it like some kind of zombie at the start." Lucy says. "Hack and slash take its head off kind of action."
"Wasted a lot of ammo first though..." Janet says. "Over two-hundred rounds between the four of us. Three-quarter of which was 9mm from pistol length barrels, the thing acted like it wasn't even being shot. Even when mom's big .460 mega magnum 'Anti-Tank' revolver blew big splashes out the other side of it. Rose's rifle didn't have an effect either... I don't know the caliber of that cane."
"FMJ .338 sniper rounds from a 16-inch barrel." Rose says.
Dave arched an eyebrow then, tapping a finger impatiently on his can as he tried to piece together the information the girls were giving him. Absentmindedly, he stripped off his white tee and tossed it offhandedly to Lynn to wear. No naked kid-looking adults in his house, so long as the windows were still wide open. From what it sounded like, WNHMA12 News helicopters were going to flood the skies soon, and the last thing Dave needed was to have a scandal here on the human world. Lord Cruxis keeps child sex slaves in penthouse, the headlines would say. He didn't need that, even if Lynn's defense was being well above the legal age.
"Sounds like those should have left massive holes in its body," he commented. He pulled himself out of his seat briefly and sauntered over to the large windows, pulling the curtains over each one, just in case his hypothetical event ended up happening. "'Specially the sniper rounds from that barrel? You at least managed to impede it, right?"
"The transformation though looked pretty painful. The poor assistant girl screamed a lot as it took over." Janet says. "Probably fed on her in some way." Rose interrupts. "Maybe. Well she looked like she died after the thing finished melding with her. Then she like stood back up and started transforming parts of herself. Giant arm. Armor against the 9mm rounds. Spikes horns wings ... clawed feet ... giant shield with like lots of eyes. Cutting it apart and well made it go dormant for a bit. Could have just been the around of damage. We took off the head, wings, one arm, and disembowel it. It laid there a bit then vines or roots things started to try to knit the thing back together ... We did a better job of cutting it apart the second time. The artifact apparently acts as the golem core cause after cutting off the other arm it did a thing impression and tried to go after mom. We well burned it up good since well this artifact is a new type and it be best to collect it for study. Fire is better than lava if you want something left to study."
"So, yes, you impeded it...briefly," Dave remarked distantly as he reassumed his seat at the kitchen island. Another sip of Dew. "Odd that it put itself back together. This was all from that artifact?" He barely paid attention to Janet shifting around; he had an idea of what she hid and where. He'd have done the same thing in her shoes. The pear didn't fall far from the tree, after all, and the Archives molded her into a similar style of Cruxis that Itachi molded him into. Actually, Itachi just placed finishing touches on the wandering wolf prince back in the day, complete with a fresh start in a brand new career. A punch dagger clacked onto Dave's coffee table a second later, and then the young dingo hybrid continued.
"Where was I... right burning the hand. It took a bit to even burn away all the stuff, but yeah in the pile of ashes was the pendant with an open eye in the center. Like living kind of eye..." She takes a sip of her drink. "So well after what happen to the girl none of use really wanted to touch it, but we needed to seal it up somehow. We took turns moving it about. Rose lifting it up off the ground with a pillar so we can box it easier. I use my lava to encase it in a metal box. Mom drew out a seal on a table cloth. Lucy use wind to well blow it around the box and tie it up. Rose went and powered up the seals and well sent the package on to people better at taking apart dangerous magics and telling us how it works."
"A living eye...?" Dave repeated with a squint of one eye. "Kind of like what those fuckin' gods used, right? Those eye rings that would steal aura."
"Guess I should tell you about the other human. Mr. Marques," Janet continued.
"A worm really" Sasha interrupts. "Offing him probably would have save us troubles in the future."
"Mom..." Janet shrugs "Well the event seem his old A.N.G.E.L. dogma back to the for front. Was shouting that well the two demon lords are responsible for the mess. And he'd make you pay and all that b.s. One of those fools that like to pass the blame onto others. After all demons are the only ones that can work magic for evil."
Dave suddenly barked out laughing, leaning back in his seat even though there was no back to hold him. His balance alone was enough to keep him form falling flat on his ass. "Okay...okay, The Robert of A.N.G.E.L. is going to make me and Itachi pay for something we never did? Is he trying to be the next Bill Burr or something? 'Cuz that was a hysterical joke!" he laughed, keeping a death grip on the kitchen island, tail raised to further the balance.
"After that well Lucy and I hit the bar. Lucy got into the wine, and well decided to try to distract the man. By offering a drink from the bar. The guy turned it down. What kind of guy would turn down a stiff drink after surviving such an event?" Jan complains. "The guy was either 100% gay or to stubborn to enjoy the show. I mean she poured the wine down her front and barely a reaction. Showed bare tail and got a dishearten she's okay. Didn't seem impressed with two adult girls going at it either. I did a body shot off Lucy and I don't think he noticed. Lynn showed up and greeted everyone. No reaction other than ... 'Ah, jeez, ladies, ya can't take it to a room? And that's a kid, for chrissakes!' ... Lynn and Lucy were just trading body shots. Like wine down the front and licking it up. I think Lynn wanted to just finger her when she peel off the underwear but ... well Lucy decided on a tongue job instead." Shrugs. "After that it was just Montana and some guards showing up and we heading over here to talk" Well...aside from his own daughter doing a body shot of a voluptuous, tight snake demon he and Aruka frequented themselves, Dave would have enjoyed most of the show. Hell, he would have even participated in it. Brought Tam and Myr along if he wasn't up here on business.
"I recall The Robert had a son, and the son's married...this must be the guy running that joint now, right?" Dave inquired. They could answer that question at any time; for all Dave knew, The Robert was probably cryogenically frozen again, complete with all the knowledge he had of A.N.G.E.L. after its downfall.
"As good as Ms. Cruxis report, it doesn't do actual footage justice. Lynn and I just got finish splicing the points of view together into a suitable video report. This is worth seeing yourself." Montana says. Dave arched an eyebrow in response again, focusing on zir now. "Oh? Shame, I ran out of popcorn yesterday," he replied. Ze went over to his TV, plugging in a USB device and turning on the 70" screen. 4K footage was beautiful in this day and age, it was no wonder television techs kept the fluid framerate like this for several decades since its invention. The film playing out before the group was much like watching pieces of Call of Duty gameplay forged together to make one fluid video. The show didn't get good until, from any one of their points of view, a young tanned girl looking to be in her early twenties unleashed a bloodcurdling shriek, the tiny object that was in her hands burrowing deep into her skin. It was enough to make Dave's flesh crawl, as he furrowed his brow in response. A small, frail human girl suddenly transformed into a vicious chimera of a beast, purple mapping over her paling skin, and unnatural limbs growing where they didn't belong on a human. Several viewpoints shifted, Dave concluding--yes, each one had a shot at the beast. Of course, Lucy would give herself the view of the young girl's panties while killing her in the process. Damn girl, ever take a day off from your day job? he thought amusedly to himself. Watching a corpse reanimate itself through thick vine-like strings was officially the creepiest thing Dave had seen in his whole life, right after Lillith's disgustingly hideous demon form of tentacles upon fat rolls upon tentacles. How a hot girl like Lillith could suddenly become Jabba the Hutt at the mercy of a transformation was true talent, talent Dave hoped he would never achieve himself.
The second ripping of the zombie-like human was not as satisfying to watch for Dave. If he wanted to watch a rehash of a flawless delimbing of a being, he'd have simply popped in Jason X or Freddy vs Jason. Though the thorough flame broiling of the purple arm was a great way to end the film. At least the slasher part was over.
The bonus content Janet discussed wasn't nearly as good for Dave as being there himself. Without even gazing down at his pants, he slapped his area, whispering, "Down, boy" as if to scold a misbehaving puppy. He was already shirtless in front of Janet as it were, he didn't need to pitch a tent in front of his daughter on top of that. He was really good with controlling those arousing whims around Becca, no matter how much of a passive tease Tam would be. Well, watching Janet take a body shot off the snake helped control his erection, because that was the last thing he wanted to see tonight. He shot a glance over in Janet's direction with a displeased smirk, shaking his head with a restricted chuckle and mouthing the words, "Really, Kevin?"
"Ah, well, that was interesting," he commented after the film was over, drumming his fingers on the island in thought and taking a sip from his Dew. The last chug...and it was empty after that. He whimpered softly, a pouty lower lip his reaction to his finished soda. Placing the empty can back on the island, Dave turned his expression to his typical stoic, professional stone face, the one he would wear in Council during important conferences. "This doesn't fare well for our peace with the human plane. Easily enough, Hell could have come up with artifacts like that were Lucifer still in rule of the Council. So, I can see how and why it's easy for The Bob-O there to pin the blame on Itachi and me. First things first, did it feel or look like anything Hellions made? I hadn't seen anything like that circulating the armories down in Hell over the years."
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 26 2016, 10:06 PM "'Termination for: exposing an obvious weakness to hot-ass snake demon.'" "That's fine," Lynn giggles, "There's not enough fraternization in this organization for my liking." She strikes a hand of hip pose that emphasizes her smooth belly and curves lower down before spinning around with a swish of the tail to so off her backside and sashay.
Lynn watches Dave undress and toss the tee-shirt in her direction. She catches it with a frown and shrug. She slides off Montana's lap and passes back the towel to the linsang. Montana sets the towel behind zir on the counter top.
Lynn sniffs the shirt collar before taking a moment to stretch, arms over head. With another shrug she pulls the shirt on over her head and then pull her hair out from inside the shirt. She shakes it loose so the brunette waterfall of hair settles smoothly down her back. Lynn gathers some of the extra material at the waist to pull it tighter to her curves, and ties it behind her back.
"'Specially the sniper rounds from that barrel? You at least managed to impede it, right?"
"A little we got it to turn away from attacking Mr. Marques. Decently big holes. Its a high energy round but not a cannon shell like the 50s. And no one was packing hollow points tonight. The 460's semi jacketed soft points are the only rounds that where design to expand. Lucy had her high velocity fluted solid copper rounds. Janet's judging from the bright color of the bullets, a fluted metal-polymer round." Rose explains. "We weren't exactly using Archives' Specials. Would of been nice to see what kind of splash we could have gotten with Type-II's or E's"
The Type-II is a special anti demon APHEI designed to send holy silver and blessed quicksilver deep into a demons body. The Type-E is where anti armor anti golem HESH rounds that used explosives to effectively ignore armor inducing a shockwave to spall off shards of armor to damage the interior. You knew someone was using HESH when there is light damage on the impact side and a craters on the opposite side.
"Semi frangible tungsten-polymer bullets." Janet corrects. "I can't get II's or E's in 9mm Luger its to small a round." Lucy comments sliding down on the couch so her butts nearly off the edge and she was on full display practically with the towel up around her middle. "True. Still a couple clips of Type-C HP or ball have been a real easy way to know if it was of demonic origin. If it reacted to the mass production bless silver we could at least rule out some of the possibilities." Sasha adds. Type-Cs where any type of mass production bullet given a holy charge.
"Odd that it put itself back together. This was all from that artifact?" "Bloody well didn't come from her ass or any other part of her" Lucy comments and puts her feet up onto the coffee table. "No other outside influence as far as I was able to detect." Rose adds. "Pretty sure Rowe was plain Jane human, so would seem all the effects came from the artifact." Sasha fills in. "Ms. Raven Rowe was 100% human" Montana comments. "As far as the initial search is able to determine."
"A living eye...?" Dave repeated with a squint of one eye. "Kind of like what those fuckin' gods used, right? Those eye rings that would steal aura." "I guess so? Not really sure what those would have looked like." Janet says. The rest of the girls just shrug or gesture in agreement. "Nothing like an eye of Horus or the Illuminati, that is for sure" Lucy says. "Just a creepy monster eye." Lucy balls up the towel she been using for top.
"I recall The Robert had a son, and the son's married...this must be the guy running that joint now, right?" Dave inquired. "Yes. Robert Marques, Jr." Sasha agrees.
"Oh? Shame, I ran out of popcorn yesterday." "This isn't a popcorn kind of movie. More of hold each other for comfort movie." Lynn says.
"This doesn't fare well for our peace with the human plane. Easily enough, Hell could have come up with artifacts like that were Lucifer still in rule of the Council. So, I can see how and why it's easy for The Bob-O there to pin the blame on Itachi and me. First things first, did it feel or look like anything Hellions made? I hadn't seen anything like that circulating the armories down in Hell over the years."
"I'm not old enough to have first hand knowledge of the pure Hellion technology." Janet says with a shrug. "Same. Can say the same for Rose, too. I'm still to young to play down in hell after all. They think you'd robbed the cradle or something" Sasha jokes and turns to Lucy.
"Kind of ... " Lucy says "But nothing like the hellion stuff made in the last few hundred years or even, I guess ever. The stuff was pretty big. At the smallest enchanted swords, armor pieces, torques, etc. As far as I know they never made anything so complex or so small. The thing was practically alive on its own. It was still being a jumping bean inside its sealed box even as we set it off to the researchers. This is the movie horror version of a bullet vibe able to insert itself under its own power and give the victim a full orgy experience complete with music through nerve conduction. Or worst walk the victim around to arrange a full blow orgy with a bunch of strange guys from a bar or off the street."
"Seriously the most complex magic I seen from hell is those old earrings. Maybe Lynn's ring if the smith is hellion. Nothing I seen comes close to having all the traits that artifact. I seen the inside of Hana's bedroom to know that our side doesn't make anything that close. No... I seen something that comes close. Stuff that's been imbue with a soul of its own." Lucy muses and gets up to go get a fresh drink. She leaves her towels on the couch.
"There's some tomes and armors able to do something close in the Archives' vaults. Its a pretty rare kind of dark artifact." Montana says. "There not usually something you can bring into existence over a weekend. Usually they come about from decades or more of dark magic corruption, or the shear weight of magic there imbue with."
Lucy slides her tush up onto Dave's lap fluid ease. She hooks an arm around Dave's shoulder as she settles down in her new seat.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 27 2016, 05:33 AM "I'm not old enough to have first hand knowledge of the pure Hellion technology." Janet says with a shrug. "Same. Can say the same for Rose, too. I'm still to young to play down in hell after all. They think you'd robbed the cradle or something" Sasha jokes and turns to Lucy.
"I never quite delved into it myself as a pup, just heard stories from my mother and Lord Pepe," Dave replied to both of the dingoes. "And what are you talking about, robbed the cradle? You and Rose are well over legal age now," he added with a "Gotcha!" style grin.
"Kind of ... " Lucy says "But nothing like the hellion stuff made in the last few hundred years or even, I guess ever. The stuff was pretty big. At the smallest enchanted swords, armor pieces, torques, etc. As far as I know they never made anything so complex or so small. The thing was practically alive on its own. It was still being a jumping bean inside its sealed box even as we set it off to the researchers. This is the movie horror version of a bullet vibe able to insert itself under its own power and give the victim a full orgy experience complete with music through nerve conduction. Or worst walk the victim around to arrange a full blow orgy with a bunch of strange guys from a bar or off the street. Seriously the most complex magic I seen from hell is those old earrings. Maybe Lynn's ring if the smith is hellion. Nothing I seen comes close to having all the traits that artifact. I seen the inside of Hana's bedroom to know that our side doesn't make anything that close. No... I seen something that comes close. Stuff that's been imbue with a soul of its own."
Dave's left ear twitched at Lucy's mention of the earring. Bullet vibe...what an interesting comparison. Stuff imbued with a soul of its own, however...maybe that was this kind of magical technology at work? "Now I remember stuff that had its own soul in the past, I mean, I'm married to a lovely necromancer," Dave said with a chuckle. "You suppose this artifact you're talking about could be just that? We could just extract the soul and contain it, and then lock up the trinket."
"There's some tomes and armors able to do something close in the Archives' vaults. Its a pretty rare kind of dark artifact." Montana says. "There not usually something you can bring into existence over a weekend. Usually they come about from decades or more of dark magic corruption, or the shear weight of magic there imbue with." "So, basically, what you're saying is extracting its lifeforce just ain't possible," Dave guessed. He sat up straight and allowed the naked Lucy to slide into his lap, hooking one arm around her waist and bringing his other hand up to rub one of her small boobs. Force of habit, he realized, considering the eyes that were currently on him; he brought that breast groping hand of his down to her thigh and stroked it, teasing at her crotch with each pass of his gentle petting claws. "Anything about that trinket's findings that seemed...off to you? You'd think the extraction crew who got it would show up to the event. You think maybe they didn't know they dug up a creature of a necklace?"
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 27 2016, 07:53 PM "Over legal age, now." Sasha repeats for emphasis with a chuckle. "Not that I'm complaining about all the times as a 'kiddy' during those road trips with the band. I was your special little teen groupie, along side Rosie."
"You suppose this artifact you're talking about could be just that? We could just extract the soul and contain it, and then lock up the trinket."
"Well not our department." Lucy says with a shrug. "R and D probably be trying to drain it anyway along with other things to figure out how it ticks."
"So, basically, what you're saying is extracting its life force just ain't possible," Dave guessed.
"Well. Either way until we know more about the artifact we can't say how to drain or deactivate it." Montana says. "We'll know pretty fast who could have made the artifact once we find out which magic system was used to build it."
"Basically like learning what operating system a computer or smart device is running." Lynn chimes in.
"The artifact is so dangerous, that R&D is having to take it slow since we don't want anyone else infected-possessed by it. Full crown level protocols. R&D be less skittish studying it if it was something safe like a dirty bomb made from spent fuel rods from a Los Angeles class sub set to go off and guarded by plenty of booby traps" Montana explains.
"Anything about that trinket's findings that seemed...off to you? You'd think the extraction crew who got it would show up to the event. You think maybe they didn't know they dug up a creature of a necklace?"
"Maybe, but doesn't quite explain how it stayed dormant all the way to the revealing at the museum." Sasha says. "Other people must of have touched it before Ms. Rowe." She takes a drink before continuing.
"Someone did come to our table to chat and left just before the main event." she pulls out the card from hammer space to refresh herself on his name. "Mr. Gary Vincent, Director at Righteous Binary Machine Coalition. No, I don't know how the fuck the choose that name. I think he had a part in the digs that uncovered the artifact." She hands the card to Montana since Dave's hands are busy. "We got four copies of the card so you and Itachi could get a copy as well."
Lucy wiggles against Dave and sighs in pleasure at the groping hand on her chest. Lynn own hand slides under the shirt watching Dave and Lucy. "Sounds like some hacker group or eco-terrorist organization, rather some archaeology group"
"We were passing the time with buttering up a nice logistics manager for Strategic Gas Horizons, a Mr. Foster Powers. When Gary showed up with a honest to God angel hanging off his arm. Don't know what he saw in the type, they got an air headed submissive personality, and as much fun in bed as a cold fish generally. Though be fun to have taken her down to the dungeon to broaden her sexual horizons. Show her there's more to sex than being a missionary." Lucy says shifting a little on Dave's lap so her knees are farther apart.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 28 2016, 12:18 AM "Maybe, but doesn't quite explain how it stayed dormant all the way to the revealing at the museum." Sasha says. "Other people must of have touched it before Ms. Rowe." She takes a drink before continuing. "Someone did come to our table to chat and left just before the main event." she pulls out the card from hammer space to refresh herself on his name. "Mr. Gary Vincent, Director at Righteous Binary Machine Coalition. No, I don't know how the fuck the choose that name. I think he had a part in the digs that uncovered the artifact." She hands the card to Montana since Dave's hands are busy. "We got four copies of the card so you and Itachi could get a copy as well."
"Oh, that group," Dave said with an inquisitive furrow of his brow, mouth askew. "Yeah, know all about them...a whole hell of nothin'. Please, Itachi and I could definitely use a copy or several of that business card. They even a real business?"
"Sounds like some hacker group or eco-terrorist organization, rather some archaeology group"," Lynn piped up. Dave nodded, still lost in thought over the organization mentioned as he rubbed Lucy's crotch with the palm of his hand, fingers teasing her slick sex.
"We were passing the time with buttering up a nice logistics manager for Strategic Gas Horizons, a Mr. Foster Powers. When Gary showed up with a honest to God angel hanging off his arm. Don't know what he saw in the type, they got an air headed submissive personality, and as much fun in bed as a cold fish generally. Though be fun to have taken her down to the dungeon to broaden her sexual horizons. Show her there's more to sex than being a missionary." Lucy says shifting a little on Dave's lap so her knees are farther apart. He took the hint and inserted a finger finally, humming in acknowledgment.
"I know that name. Foster Powers, I mean. Donated tons of money to an orphanage in high hopes that they'd support natural gas in general, right?" he recalled from newspaper headlines. "Bad enough that orphanage is basically dependent on Strategic Gas Horizons' product to turn down a generous offer. "As for this...Gary Vincent guy...I don't know. Seems the type to just get a quick fuck instead of getting to know that airhead angel you were talking about," he commented. He played around inside Lucy at a slow pace, chuckling at the irony of his comment. Dave was doing basically the same thing; the difference here was, he knew the ladies for quite some time and even had an emotional attachment of some degree to every one of them. "You know something, I think you should have angel-napped her when he wasn't looking. Or was she the hanging-off-his-arm type of angel?"
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 28 2016, 01:35 AM "They're real at least on paper and they do have actual sites on the ground." Sasha says. "We checked them out when he decided to interrupt our talk with Mr. Powers."
Rose pulls out the copies of the card, hers and Lucy's copies, and puts them on the coffee table. "Your and Itachi's copies here." Rose pats the low table top.
Lucy pets Dave's shoulder in encouragement as he pleasures her. "As far as we looked into him, he just seem the type would could get to spend lots at the club. He settled in at the table while Rose and I was getting the second round of drinks. Didn't freak or protest when I sat on his lap 'cause he stole my chair. Couple of older people did take offense that I grinding on his lap to check for a pulse."
"You know something, I think you should have angel-napped her when he wasn't looking. Or was she the hanging-off-his-arm type of angel?" "Pretty much hanging off his arm and every word. ... what was her comment '"So many questions. Do all you pretty girls just think and not accept?'" Sasha answers. Lucy decides to bouncy about on his lap to check to see if Dave has a pulse.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 28 2016, 02:07 AM Dave looked down at the snake demoness, smirking and growling sensually to her as she pet his shoulder. Damn, these jeans were tight now. By second nature, he added a second finger to his fun times with Lucy, keeping his ears tuned in to the conversation at hand. They still needed to discuss more of the party, or at least, whatever new content there was left to discuss anyway. Outside, helicopters from all over the region, from police departments and news headquarters, finally flew in over the city. The wolf king just took a glance out the corner of his eye at the curtained windows out of instinctual response before returning his visual focus on the naked dancer bouncing on his lap.
"Pretty much hanging off his arm and every word. ... what was her comment '"So many questions. Do all you pretty girls just think and not accept?'" Sasha answers. Dave quickened his pace and responded to Lucy's bounces with a couple of teasing grinds as if to reply with yes, he's there, yes, he's awake. Dammit.
"Mmm, the airheaded, holier-than-thou type, literally," he remarked off-handedly. "She'd have gotten eaten alive by you girls were she all by her lonesome." To Rose, "I'll have a messenger bring Itachi a copy of the card tomorrow so he knows what's up. Looks like this week suddenly got interesting, given what's goin' on outside," he finished as he leaned his head in to nip at Lucy's neck with a rur.
Posted by: EightTailFox Dec 28 2016, 05:30 AM "She'd have gotten eaten alive by you girls were she all by her lonesome." Sasha chuckles. "We're not quite the cruel but yeah we'd have work her over quite nicely." Rose joins in with a laugh.
"I'll have a messenger bring Itachi a copy of the card tomorrow so he knows what's up. Looks like this week suddenly got interesting, given what's goin' on outside," he finished as he leaned his head in to nip at Lucy's neck with a rur.
"Yeah. We made sure no one knew where we went." Montana says. "We used all three of the SUV's when we left the museum and all of them took different routes. One went to the Crying Wolf and our normal cars left the parking lots heading to a couple of different RNA gates. We pretty much went to ground already."
"Is why we didn't call up when we arrived." Sasha adds. "No one saw us enter this building, and our SUV has left. And even the 'empty' elevator footage going to the penthouse has already been edited."
"We should probably sneak out in small groups. Janet and I should probably go first, and let you girls catch up on person matters." Montana.
"Quite personal," Lucy says between gasps for air. Janet grabs her dagger and gets up to put on Rose's suit jacket inside out. The jacket reversed looked nothing like a suit jacket and more like a yellow shirt and tan fisherman's vest with many pockets. The over size jacket fits poorly over the dingo's smaller frame with in this case is a good thing. She dishevels her hair and ties it up with the a silk handkerchief from the jacket.
"Showing to much leg but it should work." she comments with a chuckle and strikes the Rosie the Riveter pose.
Meanwhile Montana tugs on zir cloak and settles the hat on zir head. The combination suddenly made zir hard to focus on, a blur that ones eyes automatically avoided focusing on.
Lynn gets up to let the pair out. The high held tail showing off her bare bottom under the shirt.
"Catch you guys later." Janet says and waves. "Take care." Montana adds.
"Bye Bye" Sasha says. Lynn gives Janet a hug good bye before sliding down to the ground. The pair leave and Lynn locks up before returning to take a seat on the couch with Rose.
Posted by: Mister Karma Dec 28 2016, 07:09 PM "Catch you guys later." Janet says and waves. "Take care." Montana adds.
Dave pulled away for a moment to nod a goodbye to the pair. "Take care guys. Love ya Janet," he called. Adding, "Be careful out there!" There was no need, realistically, to mention that last tidbit. But fatherly concern was fatherly concern, whether or not he had a naked snake on his lap and a growing snake in his pants.
Once they left, Dave sighed, elated. That was a rather pleasant way to end his boring-ass week in the penthouse. He needed to make a note to bring Becca back up to see Janet. The sisters hadn't seen each other in a very long time. His fingers quickened, going to work at Lucy's wetness more seriously now that he had more acceptable prying eyes looking at them. Lynn grabbed a seat on his couch with Rose, and, well, everyone was here.
He casually glanced over at the girls on the couch, bending his busy fingers slightly upward. "So we just gonna sit there clothed or we gonna get our party on?"
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