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Post by LadyAurablade on Jul 24, 2016 1:40:32 GMT -6
Just thinking of Alti as Maicy's date left a sick feeling in their stomach. The two hadn't done much to hide out, however, given there was an open portal with people beginning to gather and gawk at the spectacle. "God damnit, wha's happening..." They muttered, knowing full well this was likely Alti's idea rather than Maicy, given she'd just messaged them not too long prior. "ALTHEROOOOOOOFF!" They shouted as they began walking towards the portal, the people gathering beginning to part way for the fighter. "What are you doing this time?" They sounded surprisingly calm, despite the rage brewing in their stomach. Did they really have to fight with Alti?
It's von Altheroff, dumbass, and who the fuck even-- oh.....
Oh my God, she actually called them? Again? Greeeeeeeat, great.... The portal closed after a familiar voice called out to him, albeit incorrectly. He turned to his temporary partner, the fake frown on his face sombering into a neutral expression as he eyed her over, not at all surprised at her decision to once again call her soulmate over for backup. Figures you couldn't fight your own battles, he thought as he bent over slightly to meet her gaze and flicked her on the nose, the hardened look on his face unmoving. "You little punk bitch. You can't do anything on your own, can you? Fucking baby." he spat, a playful smile creeping up on his features as he turned himself around to meet the other 'couple' with some slight resistance. Apology or not, Aberdeen --despite the occasionally fun banter during week one-- was a total buzzkill. And they take their orders from her. he remembered, This sucks. He inhaled sharply. And just when he thought the day was dragging on long with just the girl..... "Well, if it isn't my #2 fan themself! Hiiiiii, Aberdeeeeeeeen~~~!" he chimed as he scanned the two experimentees before him, the stark difference in fashion sense from his 'client' loosening him up a little. He stepped up to the headless bodyguard and wrapped his arms around their shoulders, smirking widely after he caught a whiff of alcohol from the little hero in all their possibly-tipsy glory. "Oh, nothing~ Just shopping with the new 'bae'~ You?" he chirped, eyeing the war general behind them with mild interest. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jul 24, 2016 1:59:46 GMT -6
Just thinking of Alti as Maicy's date left a sick feeling in their stomach. The two hadn't done much to hide out, however, given there was an open portal with people beginning to gather and gawk at the spectacle. "God damnit, wha's happening..." They muttered, knowing full well this was likely Alti's idea rather than Maicy, given she'd just messaged them not too long prior. "ALTHEROOOOOOOFF!" They shouted as they began walking towards the portal, the people gathering beginning to part way for the fighter. "What are you doing this time?" They sounded surprisingly calm, despite the rage brewing in their stomach. Did they really have to fight with Alti?
It's von Altheroff, dumbass, and who the fuck even-- oh.....
Oh my God, she actually called them? Again? Greeeeeeeat, great.... The portal closed after a familiar voice called out to him, albeit incorrectly. He turned to his temporary partner, the fake frown on his face sombering into a neutral expression as he eyed her over, not at all surprised at her decision to once again call her soulmate over for backup. Figures you couldn't fight your own battles, he thought as he bent over slightly to meet her gaze and flicked her on the nose, the hardened look on his face unmoving. "You little punk bitch. You can't do anything on your own, can you? Fucking baby." he spat, a playful smile creeping up on his features as he turned himself around to meet the other 'couple' with some slight resistance. Apology or not, Aberdeen --despite the occasionally fun banter during week one-- was a total buzzkill. And they take their orders from her. he remembered, This sucks. He inhaled sharply. And just when he thought the day was dragging on long with just the girl..... "Well, if it isn't my #2 fan themself! Hiiiiii, Aberdeeeeeeeen~~~!" he chimed as he scanned the two experimentees before him, the stark difference in fashion sense from his 'client' loosening him up a little. He stepped up to the headless bodyguard and wrapped his arms around their shoulders, smirking widely after he caught a whiff of alcohol from the little hero in all their possibly-tipsy glory. "Oh, nothing~ Just shopping with the new 'bae'~ You?" he chirped, eyeing the war general behind them with mild interest. Aberdeen watched the man flick their partner's nose and mutter something they couldn't quite hear. Surely it wasn't good, given Maicy had to message them to put Alti in his place. Like that was even possible. The man wouldn't listen to words and beatings would only up his desire to cause more conflict. They knew this all too well, and knew the only way to shut him up was to ignore him. And even that was difficult to do, given his addiction to being the center of attention. Aberdeen attempted to shrug Alti's arms off of themself, clearly not amused with the man but not showing any real effort to release themself from his grasp. "Get off'a me, Alti." They sighed. "I told Maicy to text me if anythin' went wrong during her..... date." That last word stood out in stark contrast with the rest of their sentence, the fighter's laidback attitude fading for a moment back towards how they'd actually felt. "I'm fuckin' tired man, could you just, like.... NOT?" They lazily attempted reasoning with Alti, despite knowing the futility of it all. "Quit pissin' 'er off. I don't wanna deal with anymore shit today. If ya don't like me, that's fine, I can live with that. But don't take it out on my bae, a'ight?" They attempted to give their words a sterner tone, but failed completely, realizing in the process that they may have had too much to drink without eating or drinking anything else. Fuck... "And nothin' much." They continued on, to answer Alti's question as though they were having an actual conversation. "Galy and I had a couple o' drinks. Cuz, y'know, we both kinda wanna get through the day without killin' eachother.." They yawned. |
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Post by Emily on Jul 24, 2016 2:12:13 GMT -6
"I'm fuckin' tired man, could you just, like.... NOT?" They lazily attempted reasoning with Alti, despite knowing the futility of it all. "Quit pissin' 'er off. I don't wanna deal with anymore shit today. If ya don't like me, that's fine, I can live with that. But don't take it out on my bae, a'ight?" They attempted to give their words a sterner tone, but failed completely, realizing in the process that they may have had too much to drink without eating or drinking anything else. Fuck... "And nothin' much." They continued on, to answer Alti's question as though they were having an actual conversation. "Galy and I had a couple o' drinks. Cuz, y'know, we both kinda wanna get through the day without killin' eachother.." They yawned. Ahh, how disappointing. She'd taken Aberdeen to be the fighting-type when drunk. She wanted entertainment. Well, at least she's far away from the bar. The under-reaction of a simple "Could you just...not?" was shocking to her, as they seemed to care incredibly deeply for their soulmate after her...advice towards Maicy, Oh well, the truth serum that is Alcohol seemed to reveal that they didn't care as much as they let on. She chuckled lightly to herself, content with the slight amount of entertainment she seemed to receive from this ordeal. "Mhmm" she maid a light noise, confirming Aberdeen's statement absentmindedly, not needing to interject with anything further. "...I'm sure they're fine." Alraada let out a grim laugh, her expression showing a smile, but communicating a message entirely. "Oh, Amil and Vale? Yeah abso-fucking-lutely. Of course they're fine." she spoke snidely She looked at the gates of the zoo, admittedly uninterested. She'd enjoy this place if she were going with friends or possibly vale...if something wouldn't happen. She'd get laughed at for every hint of happiness she showed on this date though. Luckily for her, she couldn't possibly happy around anyone related to Nace anymore. She would tell herself she Vale would be excluded from that crowd, but.... She wasn't sure. ".....is there anything you need to do before we go in you get your furry dick hard?" she spoke, choking out the sentence. Not only because the thought flustered her, but because bringing herself to joke was hard, but it distracted from the grim situation most likely going on with Vale. She pulled her phone from her bag, and gave in to her protective urge. --
A: Hey Vale! Just checking up on you <3! Are you alright?
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Post by cassiroll on Jul 24, 2016 2:46:21 GMT -6
He knew damn well it wasn't, though. "Uh, h-hey. Lets put the gun down, yeah? I think you have the wrong guy..." How could he? I woke up with 14 million bucks in my bank account. Its crystal clear what Zadinya did. "I don't know a 'Mr. Z..' My partner and I" Ew. "are just trying to go to the zoo. Please, lets be rational here.." He spoke calmly, hoping to diffuse the situation and bullshit his way out of this. In response to this, the uber driver turned the gun to Vale for a moment, fired a single shot in the leg, and then pointed it back at Amil. "Hey, my leg!" Vale cried, only to realize that wasn't the proper response. "I mean--OW! MY LEG!" It was better to play the part of a victim in this situation. Vale knew from experience, and he could feel a sick pain of guilt in his stomach. The driver raised an eyebrow, but seemed to take his initial reaction as just shock to being shot. "Now that we know I'm being serious here, how about you tell me the name of your bank Mr. Z?" He was still driving smoothly, as though this sort of thing didn't phase him at all. "Let's just go and empty those accounts, alright? No one here needs to get any more hurt than they already are." He fired one more shot, shattering the back window. A sliver sliced above Vale's eye and blood leaked into it. "Son of a bitch!" He hissed as actual pain flooded his senses. The uber driver did seem to find this odd. "You take a shot to the leg like it's a fuckin' paper cut but get a little slice and it's all down hill?" He furrowed his brow. "What's under that suit of yours, body armor?" "Uuuuuh no." "Convincing," He spat sarcastically. He shot again, this time into Vale's recently acquired arm. The obvious sound of metal splinting could be heard as the cheap limb was torn into. "God damn it!" Vale cried, clearly in a tone of annoyance instead of pain. "I mean---oh fuck it." "You buy a fuckin' robot???" The driver seemed to be decently distracted, swerving a bit on the road. "What the hell is this shit! You come into my casino, walk out with a 10mil jack pot that's rigged to hell and now you're walkin' around with the tin man for a body guard?!?" He wasn't afraid, clearly just pissed that he'd lost his money. "Well, I sure as hell am gonna find out if you're made of flesh and blood Mr. Z!" His finger started to pull on the trigger.
"Nope, not like I'm gonna get a hard on with your unattractive ass blocking my view all day," Nace spit into the bushes nearby before pulling out a cigarette to spoke. "I'll give 'em ten more minutes. After that, we're going in whether they get their asses back on track or not." He flicked the lighter open and lit it, turning to blow smoke in Alraada's face only to see her sending a text to presumably Vale. "If he doesn't answer that, they're probably fighting." He told her. "So get ready for someone to show up with another limb missing. Or a head." He clearly was saying this to scare her, but there was a real hint of fear in his tone. His partner was involved too, after all. ( Emily) |
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Post by Emily on Jul 24, 2016 3:02:18 GMT -6
Alraada grimaced at nace's poor attempts at insulting her appearance. "Oh ow. A man who has told me previously that he isn't attracted to girls is telling me he's unattractive. How hurtful." She droned sarcastically. She sighed, pushing off the thought of Vale getting into another fight. "Id love to say he wouldn't get into a fight, but I know you'll respond with some other tirade that I don't want to hear, so ill agree with you for my own sake." She spoke through her gritted teeth. The smoke blew in her face, and her throat seemed to close ever-so-slightly on cue, sending her into a light coughing fit. Fuck. She hated how obvious her light asthma could be sometimes, especially when she was around someone who would take every opportunity to either send her into the hospital again due to cancer from secondhand smoke or suffocation due to coughing. She sighed to herself, wheezing slightly, the thought of future emotional and possibly physical pain going through her head like a middle aged woman's vacation slideshow that you were forced to sit through. She wheeled herself forward, paying for her own pass in, but leaving nace to pay for his own, cautiously staying within the twenty yard range. (( cassiroll)) |
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Post by not u on Jul 24, 2016 3:06:21 GMT -6
"Excuse me but have you dealt with trying to protect the innocent?" Giaile spat at Cyrus "Have you ever had the first one your were trying to protect but they decided to give their own life away because they had with so much shit going on in their life??" Cyrus smirked and opened his mouth to snap back at the babysitter who was currently sitting atop her moral throne and starting to dig into some sort of life changing experience she had at some point in her life time. And the more flustered and angry she got, the wider his smile grew. Oh now we're getting interesting, when all of a sudden a sharp yelp caught his attention, the scientist pausing to glance over at the source of the shout. "ENOUGH!!!" Piami cried out loud, feeling anger for the first time "BOTH OF YOU NEED TO STOP FIGHTING!!!!" Once again all flow of communication was apparently going to stop, all excitement draining from the scientist's face. This argument had barely gotten off the ground, and his punishment of a date once again was trying to quelch it before anything got anywhere. At least she wasn't silent anymore. With an irritated expression and a tone equally as flat, he turned to Piami and asked, "Why?" Rolling his eyes, he pulled out his phone once again, no longer needing any sort of gesticulating or emoting now that the fun had been snuffed out. "People disagreeing and debating and arguing is an important fact of life, kid, and probably one of the most entertaining ways of seeing what makes people tick. Quit making a big stink over nothing," he scoffed, looking back to his phone with a particularly bored expression. The popstar's lapdog of a nanny already had been trying to quell her growing anger for the sake of this kid, and with that high pitched outburst there was no way the babysitter wouldn't find herself swimming in her own pool of guilt once again. This stop and go cockblock of an argument was about as entertaining as sitting in traffic. He frowned at his phone screen, frustrated that his partner was entirely without any sort of mobile device over which he could bitch and moan about this absolute flop of a 'date'. At least then I could let off some goddamn steam. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jul 24, 2016 3:32:17 GMT -6
"Hey, my leg!" Vale cried, only to realize that wasn't the proper response. "I mean--OW! MY LEG!" It was better to play the part of a victim in this situation. Vale knew from experience, and he could feel a sick pain of guilt in his stomach. The driver raised an eyebrow, but seemed to take his initial reaction as just shock to being shot. "Now that we know I'm being serious here, how about you tell me the name of your bank Mr. Z?" He was still driving smoothly, as though this sort of thing didn't phase him at all. "Let's just go and empty those accounts, alright? No one here needs to get any more hurt than they already are." He fired one more shot, shattering the back window. A sliver sliced above Vale's eye and blood leaked into it. "Son of a bitch!" He hissed as actual pain flooded his senses. The uber driver did seem to find this odd. "You take a shot to the leg like it's a fuckin' paper cut but get a little slice and it's all down hill?" He furrowed his brow. "What's under that suit of yours, body armor?" "Uuuuuh no." "Convincing," He spat sarcastically. He shot again, this time into Vale's recently acquired arm. The obvious sound of metal splinting could be heard as the cheap limb was torn into. "God damn it!" Vale cried, clearly in a tone of annoyance instead of pain. "I mean---oh fuck it." "You buy a fuckin' robot???" The driver seemed to be decently distracted, swerving a bit on the road. "What the hell is this shit! You come into my casino, walk out with a 10mil jack pot that's rigged to hell and now you're walkin' around with the tin man for a body guard?!?" He wasn't afraid, clearly just pissed that he'd lost his money. "Well, I sure as hell am gonna find out if you're made of flesh and blood Mr. Z!" His finger started to pull on the trigger. Amil's heart was racing with the first shot at Vale, feeling an ounce of guilt that he had to get involved with this despite his distaste for the man. He didn't completely hate Vale.... But each shot that rang out, accompanied by the panicked swerving of the driver, hiked Amil's adrenaline through the roof, so much so that the eyeballs hidden beneath the amalgamate goo began to awaken. Fuck, fuck fuck!! Keep it together!!"I don't know what your talking about! Stop shooting my friend!! I'm not the guy you think I am!! Please!!" He pleaded with the man, the same words repeating in his head. Keep it together, keep it together, keep it together.The driver scoffed at Amil's weakness, a wry smirk spreading across his face as the car began picking up speed. "That's a damn shame! Cuz if you ain't Mr. Z, I'm gonna feel reeeeeal bad about this!" He sneered as he fired off his pistol, the ringing in Amil's ears being drowned out by his thoughts. Keep it together! Keep it.. together.... Keep... it......{Spoiler - Click to View}You can't~!
An amalgamate wall rose up from the man's arm, stopping the bullets impact and absorbing the metal into itself. The driver's look of anger quickly became mixed with horror as several yellow eyes opened up and locked with his. 'Amil' began snickering from behind the wall, the driver frantically unloading the rest of his clip into the amalgamate goo.
"What the actual fuck is that!?!? What are you!?!?"
The laughing fit behind the wall stopped, time seeming to stand still until the wall revealed Amil's face, only to make it clear that Amil wasn't the one in control anymore. A toothy grin crawled across his face from ear to ear as he cooed at the driver.
"Mr. Z, at your service~!" He spoke in his deep, looming voice the demon was accustomed to. The amalgamate goo shot forward towards the driver, binding the man's body to the seat and covering him from head to toe. He squirmed and panicked within the ooze while Zadinya's other amalgamate arm took control of the gas pedal and wheel. He chuckled to himself and turned to the green luchador.
"Welcome to flight Z, this is your captain speaking~! Now, I know the stewardess here jumped the gun a bit, no pun intended, but I hope you don't hold that against her..... cuz I'm already doing it~!" He let out a maniacal laugh as he maneuvered the car through the bustling streets and to the actual back entrance of the zoo the couple had intended to go to.
The car slowed to a halt, dead silence filling the air. The black ooze fiddled through the bag in the front seat, removing a clip filled with bullets and reloading the gun. The ooze cocked the weapon and held it out to Vale. "Would you like to do the honors, Mr. Vinaigrette? He shot YOU after all." He grinned as he exposed the driver's head, the man now unconscious from suffocation. |
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Post by cassiroll on Jul 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -6
The car slowed to a halt, dead silence filling the air. The black ooze fiddled through the bag in the front seat, removing a clip filled with bullets and reloading the gun. The ooze cocked the weapon and held it out to Vale. " Would you like to do the honors, Mr. Vinaigrette? He shot YOU after all." He grinned as he exposed the driver's head, the man now unconscious from suffocation. There was a long moment of silence, the gun still held out between the two. Vale stared at Amil in complete shock at the 180 the man had done, including his voice??, but the familiarity of the situation brought him back to their first fight... This paired with remembering Amil's reaction during therapy at Vale's repetition of these words had his mind spinning until finally, something clicked. "You're not Amil." It was almost sad that Vale had figured this out so quickly, while Amil's own soulmate had spent an entire night with only a vague feeling of uneasiness. The wrestler turned his head away and leaned forward almost instantly as the same feelings of rage started to boil after Alraada had initially been hit. But now with the slight knowledge that the fight may not have been entirely Amil's doing, he was hit with a pang of guilt that confused his anger. It redirected it. And unfortunately there was only one other thing nearby to aim it towards---. [Warning for descriptions of gore] The driver's head shook slightly before bursting open like a watermelon, blood spraying every direction in the car as bits of the poor man's brain splattered against the windshield. "FUCK!" Vale quickly opened the car door to try and escape the carnage, but even with a water resistant suit, that amount of blood would certainly take some scrubbing. That was the last thing on his mind, however, as he went to the driver's side and quickly opened it, the carcass spilling out onto the floor along with a stray eyeball still swinging from a barely in tact socket.
"Fuck, shit, fuck," Vale was clearly in a panic, leaning down and scooping up what he could and placing it back into the crater of a head he'd created as though he could magically bring the man back to life. It was only a few seconds later he realized what he was doing and dropped what was in his hands, backing away from the scene and staring in horror. "I didn't mean to do that, shit, how could I just fucking do that? I wasn't trying to--oh my god. Oh my god." He went to put his hands over his mouth, saw what was on them, and clenched them into fists instead. "Alraada---shit, god damn it!" The car shook with enough force the alarm started to sound. Vale quickly shoved the man's corpse out of the way and reset it before it could attract any attention. He was breathing heavily, sitting still, when he seemed to realize...
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jul 24, 2016 4:27:00 GMT -6
The car slowed to a halt, dead silence filling the air. The black ooze fiddled through the bag in the front seat, removing a clip filled with bullets and reloading the gun. The ooze cocked the weapon and held it out to Vale. " Would you like to do the honors, Mr. Vinaigrette? He shot YOU after all." He grinned as he exposed the driver's head, the man now unconscious from suffocation. There was a long moment of silence, the gun still held out between the two. Vale stared at Amil in complete shock at the 180 the man had done, including his voice??, but the familiarity of the situation brought him back to their first fight... This paired with remembering Amil's reaction during therapy at Vale's repetition of these words had his mind spinning until finally, something clicked. "You're not Amil." It was almost sad that Vale had figured this out so quickly, while Amil's own soulmate had spent an entire night with only a vague feeling of uneasiness. The wrestler turned his head away and leaned forward almost instantly as the same feelings of rage started to boil after Alraada had initially been hit. But now with the slight knowledge that the fight may not have been entirely Amil's doing, he was hit with a pang of guilt that confused his anger. It redirected it. And unfortunately there was only one other thing nearby to aim it towards---. [Warning for descriptions of gore]{Spoiler} The driver's head shook slightly before bursting open like a watermelon, blood spraying every direction in the car as bits of the poor man's brain splattered against the windshield. "FUCK!" Vale quickly opened the car door to try and escape the carnage, but even with a water resistant suit, that amount of blood would certainly take some scrubbing. That was the last thing on his mind, however, as he went to the driver's side and quickly opened it, the carcass spilling out onto the floor along with a stray eyeball still swinging from a barely in tact socket.
"Fuck, shit, fuck," Vale was clearly in a panic, leaning down and scooping up what he could and placing it back into the crater of a head he'd created as though he could magically bring the man back to life. It was only a few seconds later he realized what he was doing and dropped what was in his hands, backing away from the scene and staring in horror. "I didn't mean to do that, shit, how could I just fucking do that? I wasn't trying to--oh my god. Oh my god." He went to put his hands over his mouth, saw what was on them, and clenched them into fists instead. "Alraada---shit, god damn it!" The car shook with enough force the alarm started to sound. Vale quickly shoved the man's corpse out of the way and reset it before it could attract any attention. He was breathing heavily, sitting still, when he seemed to realize...
...He still had company through all of that. " BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Zadinya roared with laughter as the driver's head burst into a million fragments, drenching him in the vile bits and pieces of grey matter along with a copious amount of blood. He stepped out of the car right as it began shaking and slowly clapped for the green wrestler, his maniacal laughter only thundering on as Vale frantically tried to fix what he had done. " Oh, Mr. Vinaigrette! That. was. MAAAAAAAAAARVELOUS~!!" He practically screamed due to his excitement. He removed the bloodstained sweater and flannel that his body had been initially wearing and allowed the amalgamate arms to consume them completely, leaving the man shirtless. " Hm. Well, that won't do." Zadinya snapped his fingers, and the amalgamates repositioned from his arms to his chest, forming a simple tank top with a yellow eye 'logo' on the front. " Aren't I a lucky one to be partnered with such a gifted man today!" He cooed as he approached Vale, a wry smirk on his face. " You don't have to worry, Vale~! I won't tell anybody! As long as you can provide the same kindness to me~! Don't tell Nace and Alraada that I'm in Amil's body for the day, and I won't tell them you popped a man's head like a water balloon! Deal?" He chuckled as he began walking towards the zoo's front entrance. " Better make a decision fast, cuz we're about to meet up with them~!" |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Jul 24, 2016 7:54:43 GMT -6
"Why?" Rolling his eyes, he pulled out his phone once again, no longer needing any sort of gesticulating or emoting now that the fun had been snuffed out. "People disagreeing and debating and arguing is an important fact of life, kid, and probably one of the most entertaining ways of seeing what makes people tick. Quit making a big stink over nothing," he scoffed, looking back to his phone with a particularly bored expression. "But in arguements like this, some people don't know how to handle their emotions!" Piami huffed "I cannot count the number of times my mother and her boyfriend got into fights and it always ended in disaster!!" Piami hope Cyrus is at least understanding of that. Giaile decided to pull the ultimate card. " Cyrus, let me ask you this... Was the arguement between Alti and Aberdeen back at Wisney Place would be considered 'entertaining'?" "Giaile, no!" " Yeah, don't think I didn't know that, huh?" Giaile spoken, venon in her voice becoming more appearant. " Right before she began blaming herself and I slapped her in the face, Maicy told me that while you were there, Aberdeen and Alti got into a fight after bumping into each other... I had to know because Miss Piami told me to check up on her since Maicy looke depressed as fuck about it at the time." "Giaile, just stop!!" Piami shouted. She then sighed before speaking. "Maybe it's best if we cool ourselves down for a bit. I heard the Mellowdale Mall has smoothies for a very fair price. I'll call the Uber so we can get there." Piami had enough of this. She's dialing the phone so the three will get the Uber cab. "Yes... The Mellowdale Mall, please..... Thank you very much." Piami hung up the phone. She put in a code in her phone: "P1290G4". It's for the cab driver to keep track on Piami's phone until they arrive. "The cab driver said they be here shortly" After a few minutes, the cab driver arrived. "So, shall we get going?" Piami asked the two.
He snickered at Maicy's spiced retort, the portal still wide open for all to see. "Hmmmmm, noooo not really~" purred the skimpily dressed man as he peered through the time-space rift at the closet the girl just jumped out of. "We still haven't burned the trash you came in with~~" He faked some sad eyes at her. " How am I gonna be sure you'll actually wear these outfits after this date?" He gave a pitiful, cartoonish pout as he spoke in his condescending baby voice at her. Maicy scowled at her temporary partner. Um, even IF I did plan to burn my clothes, which will never happen, we still have this bullshit of a day through, you stupid shit!!!"ALTHEROOOOOOOFF!" They shouted as they began walking towards the portal, the people gathering beginning to part way for the fighter. "What are you doing this time?" They sounded surprisingly calm, despite the rage brewing in their stomach. Did they really have to fight with Alti? Maicy's eye's lit up at her soulmate finally arrived. Galystris is also there. In the context of today, that makes sense. Fucking Elenara...... Well, she's happy that both are still alive. "Well, if it isn't my #2 fan themself! Hiiiiii, Aberdeeeeeeeen~~~!" he chimed as he scanned the two experimentees before him, the stark difference in fashion sense from his 'client' loosening him up a little. He stepped up to the headless bodyguard and wrapped his arms around their shoulders, smirking widely after he caught a whiff of alcohol from the little hero in all their possibly-tipsy glory. "Oh, nothing~ Just shopping with the new 'bae'~ You?" he chirped, eyeing the war general behind them with mild interest. "Get off'a me, Alti." They sighed. "I told Maicy to text me if anythin' went wrong during her..... date." That last word stood out in stark contrast with the rest of their sentence, the fighter's laidback attitude fading for a moment back towards how they'd actually felt. "I'm fuckin' tired man, could you just, like.... NOT?" They lazily attempted reasoning with Alti, despite knowing the futility of it all. "Quit pissin' 'er off. I don't wanna deal with anymore shit today. If ya don't like me, that's fine, I can live with that. But don't take it out on my bae, a'ight?" They attempted to give their words a sterner tone, but failed completely, realizing in the process that they may have had too much to drink without eating or drinking anything else. Fuck... "And nothin' much." They continued on, to answer Alti's question as though they were having an actual conversation. "Galy and I had a couple o' drinks. Cuz, y'know, we both kinda wanna get through the day without killin' eachother.." They yawned. ...? Maicy listened in on what's going on. Oh.... they gotten a little drunk. Maicy checked her purse to see if she got the antidote thing that Giaile has herself. Oh good! It's there. She turned to Galystris with a worried looked on her face. "Um....Galystris? Just how many drinks you and Aberdeen had??" |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Jul 24, 2016 9:48:12 GMT -6
Aberdeen attempted to shrug Alti's arms off of themself, clearly not amused with the man but not showing any real effort to release themself from his grasp. "Get off'a me, Alti." They sighed. "I told Maicy to text me if anythin' went wrong during her..... date." That last word stood out in stark contrast with the rest of their sentence, the fighter's laidback attitude fading for a moment back towards how they'd actually felt. "I'm fuckin' tired man, could you just, like.... NOT?" They lazily attempted reasoning with Alti, despite knowing the futility of it all. "Quit pissin' 'er off. I don't wanna deal with anymore shit today. If ya don't like me, that's fine, I can live with that. But don't take it out on my bae, a'ight?" They attempted to give their words a sterner tone, but failed completely, realizing in the process that they may have had too much to drink without eating or drinking anything else. Fuck... "And nothin' much." They continued on, to answer Alti's question as though they were having an actual conversation. "Galy and I had a couple o' drinks. Cuz, y'know, we both kinda wanna get through the day without killin' eachother.." They yawned. Alti raised an eyebrow at Aberdeen's rather laid back response, his smile refusing to waver at just how amazing a couple of drinks were being to him right now. The lethargic speech, the backwards logic, if ya didn't want to deal with any shit, why'd ya drag your asses over here?, all of it, perfect. A few light giggles bubbled from his lips at their comical attempts at wriggling themselves free, beaming once he realized that one thing was true here; the forbidden fluid really did help demonstrate a person's true colors and feelings when at work. How splendid. Bringing the cartoon-y pout and sad eyes back, Alti looked down at his new cartridge of ammunition for the spy --as well as his new object of ridicule-- with an almost maternal air about him, tightening his arms' grip around their neck and pressed their sweet, little 'head' against his chest. He lightly rocked --keeping the possibility of drunken regurgitation in the back of his mind-- from side to side, leaning his head on theirs lovingly and played with a few purple curls of their synthetic locks with one hand. "Aww, my poor wittle baby...." he purred, possibly a little more seductive than he would be liked, but hey, he wasn't going to complain. " Want Daddy to send you and your pwetty fwiend to your woom so you can go beddy-bye? I pwomise I'll take good care of your wittle pwaymate while your gone~" |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jul 24, 2016 10:10:13 GMT -6
Alti raised an eyebrow at Aberdeen's rather laid back response, his smile refusing to waver at just how amazing a couple of drinks were being to him right now. The lethargic speech, the backwards logic, if ya didn't want to deal with any shit, why'd ya drag your asses over here?, all of it, perfect. A few light giggles bubbled from his lips at their comical attempts at wriggling themselves free, beaming once he realized that one thing was true here; the forbidden fluid really did help demonstrate a person's true colors and feelings when at work. How splendid. Bringing the cartoon-y pout and sad eyes back, Alti looked down at his new object of ridicule with an almost maternal air about him, tightening his arms' grip around their neck and pressed their sweet, little 'head' against his chest. He lightly rocked --keeping the possibility of drunken regurgitation in the back of his mind-- from side to side, leaning his head on theirs lovingly and played with a few purple curls of their synthetic locks with one hand. "Aww, my poor wittle baby...." he purred, possibly a little more seductive than he would be liked, but hey, he wasn't going to complain. " Want Daddy to send you and your pwetty fwiend to your woom so you can go beddy-bye? I pwomise I'll take good care of your wittle pwaymate while your gone~" Aberdeen's head immediately turned a visible pink at the baby talk Alti insisted on pelting them with, along with a strangely seductive tone that only embarrassed them more. The fighter straightened their relaxed position, their head turning upwards to face their 'captor.' Their fist clenched momentarily as though they were going to punch him, but they ultimately decided against the act of violence, especially since Galystris was watching and that would spit in the face of everything they'd preached about during therapy. "Alti, I said get OFFA ME." They shouted at the skimpily dressed figure, making little effort to actually get the man off of their body. With the grip he had on their head, shoving the man away could prove unfortunate, especially in this crowd of people. And they knew all too well Alti wasn't above taking it off himself. "I'm not into yer daddy kink, buddy. Keep yer hands to yerself." They growled. "I only came here to straighten things out, so I'mma tell you again. Lay off Maicy. If you got beef with me, whatever. Leave her outta it. You can have fun without torturin' people, y'know?" They spat, angrily. |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Jul 24, 2016 10:40:08 GMT -6
"Alti, I said get OFFA ME." They shouted at the skimpily dressed figure, making little effort to actually get the man off of their body. With the grip he had on their head, shoving the man away could prove unfortunate, especially in this crowd of people. And they knew all too well Alti wasn't above taking it off himself. "I'm not into yer daddy kink, buddy. Keep yer hands to yerself." They growled. "I only came here to straighten things out, so I'mma tell you again. Lay off Maicy. If you got beef with me, whatever. Leave her outta it. You can have fun without torturin' people, y'know?" They spat, angrily. Alti straightened himself out as well and looked down at his prey for the time being as they stood on their invisible pedestal, preaching to him. Their reasoning was delightful, he thought, especially with how little their body seemed to agree with their pleas to him. With both the pink of their smoke that could rival the hue of their soulmate's hair and the crowd circling around them, it was obvious that as long as he continued to hold them, this actually playful back-and-forth between one-half of Team Bland would keep going, and probably would burn a bit of time instead of slowing it. Sneering at their slurred soapbox speech, Alti slowly brought his hands lower on Aberdeen's built frame as if the gesture was normal between them and giggled, tightly securing his grip so that they couldn't run off. "Ahaha, who's torturing anybody, baby~?" he cooed softly, "Me and the 'missus' were only shopping for new clothes to surprise you with when the day ended, see?" He tilted his head toward where Maicy was, admittedly a bit disappointed that his efforts weren't noticed by the relatively stylish bartender, but didn't allow this to show on his face. Knew I should've forced her to wear one of the dresses. he thought, Then they'd notice. Fuckin' Martha... "Doesn't she look 'cute'~?" |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Jul 24, 2016 11:25:53 GMT -6
"Alti, I said get OFFA ME." They shouted at the skimpily dressed figure, making little effort to actually get the man off of their body. With the grip he had on their head, shoving the man away could prove unfortunate, especially in this crowd of people. And they knew all too well Alti wasn't above taking it off himself. "I'm not into yer daddy kink, buddy. Keep yer hands to yerself." They growled. "I only came here to straighten things out, so I'mma tell you again. Lay off Maicy. If you got beef with me, whatever. Leave her outta it. You can have fun without torturin' people, y'know?" They spat, angrily. Sneering at their slurred soapbox speech, Alti slowly brought his hands lower on Aberdeen's built frame as if the gesture was normal between them and giggled, tightly securing his grip so that they couldn't run off. "Ahaha, who's torturing anybody, baby~?" he cooed softly, "Me and the 'missus' were only shopping for new clothes to surprise you with when the day ended, see?" He tilted his head toward where Maicy was, admittedly a bit disappointed that his efforts weren't noticed by the relatively stylish bartender, but didn't allow this to show on his face. Knew I should've forced her to wear one of the dresses. he thought, Then they'd notice. Fuckin' Martha... "Doesn't she look 'cute'~?" Maicy was surprise that despite with how drunk they are at the moment, Aberdeen was still able to talk straight with Alti. However, Alti is still pulling this stupid game. "Victoria's Secret, let go of Aberdeen..." Maicy growled before trying to cool herself down. "You know what.... I was originally going to tell only Aberdeen about this tonight but since Alti is being the inpatient mother-fucker of the clothes I wear, guess I have no choice..." Maicy looked down at the bag she is holding with one of clothes. One of which was short orange dress. Oh fan-fucking-tastic."I'll be at the bathroom so you can see. Be right back." Maicy got into a really nearby bathroom and went into the stall so she can just...... change into that original dress Alti picked out. Once she got out........
 It appear she has bruise like wounds on her legs. "Do you see why I wear these long skirts?" Maicy asked "You try going around with a short a dress at this, knowing full well that some crazy bitch you had to fight with in on of your previous missions decide to stab you in the legs for shits and giggles. Not to mention, only having limited amount of medical help at the time. Hell, I'm surprise I'm able to walk!!" She turned to Alti, scowling at him "Though of course, YOU would enjoy that." Maicy looked down "It's fucking painful for me." She turn Galystris for a moment and then turned to Aberdeen, her look soften to a much more sad look. She looked down "Call me paranoid but.. this is my main reason why I usually wear the long skirts, dresses, and anything else that matter." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jul 24, 2016 11:39:55 GMT -6
Alti straightened himself out as well and looked down at his prey for the time being as they stood on their invisible pedestal, preaching to him. Their reasoning was delightful, he thought, especially with how little their body seemed to agree with their pleas to him. With both the pink of their smoke that could rival the hue of his soulmate's hair and the crowd circling around them, it was obvious that as long as he continued to hold them, this actually playful back-and-forth between one-half of Team Bland would keep going, and probably would burn a bit of time instead of slowing it. Sneering at their slurred soapbox speech, Alti slowly brought his hands lower on Aberdeen's built frame as if the gesture was normal between them and giggled, tightly securing his grip so that they couldn't run off. "Ahaha, who's torturing anybody, baby~?" he cooed softly, "Me and the 'missus' were only shopping for new clothes to surprise you with when the day ended, see?" He tilted his head toward where Maicy was, admittedly a bit disappointed that his efforts weren't noticed by the relatively stylish bartender, but didn't allow this to show on his face. Knew I should've forced her to wear one of the dresses. he thought, Then they'd notice. Fuckin' Martha... "Doesn't she look 'cute'~?" "Ah~" they moaned unintentionally as Alti slid his hands down their figure. "S-stop it!! This i-isn't cool, Victor!!" They tried their best to convey how angry they were, despite the incoherent stuttering and bright pink hue conveying otherwise. "I a-always think Maicy looks cute, n-no matter what she wears! J-just let go already!! I don't wanna start a f-fight!" Aberdeen's attempts at intimidation failed, as it seemed their body had other plans. No more drinking after this, jesus christ... "T-tell me stuff? Wait what? Maicy come back don't leave me here with...." Their cries were ultimately futile as they were left with the touchy masochist and the war general who hadn't let out a damn peep since this whole situation started. Luckily, Maicy was back within a few moments of changing. Aberdeen looked to their partner, a bit surprised at what they found. Aberdeen mentally frowned at their partner feeling as though she needed to hide her 'flaws' away, albeit understanding why on account of their own situation. "Maicy... You don't have to feel bad about hiding your legs, its okay! I understand! But I-I don't think they look bad... Maybe if you, uh, tried leggings or...something? Then you could wear shorter skirts and still cover your legs?" Their aura brightened a bit as they began to clarify. "A-a-assuming you want to, th-that is! I'm okay with what you wear either way!" |
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