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| Topic Started: Jul 22 2009, 10:24 PM (187 Views) | |
| Wilhelmina Hatcher | Jul 22 2009, 10:24 PM Post #1 |
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At the time of writing, it may have been a little forward, and a little overly presumptuous for her to write such a message. After all, she was just any random teacher, not the headmistress of the academy. However she did have ambition, and she believed acquiring necessary funds would prove how committed and driven she was to always excel. However, as she stood wearing only a dark, rich blue two piece string bikini, she was suddenly not feeling as committed. 'Follow my exact instructions' the reply stated, and as such, one of them was to meet up at the local Ikka Bath Houses. Her face was stinging with red, and she hadn't even gotten near the bathes, still in the woman's locker room, repeating her combination number over and over again, committing it to memory. The Ikka Public Bath House, like most public bath houses, was logically split into two sections, one for males and one for females. However, they did have a mixed bathing section, the only rule being that entrants MUST be wearing a swimsuit at all times. It was a section used primarily either for weird couples, or single parents with oppositely gendered kids. Overall, a bit of a... less then comfortable type of place. According to the followup letter, this method was used primarily to avoid any kind of assassination attempt, as less clothing meant less places to conceal a weapon. Swebb thought it odd at first that a business man and professional duelist would have enough enemies, that there might be a price tag to his head, but she tried not to think of that as she slowly walked the length of the hallway, blue full body towel in hand. Stepping into the mixed area, she wondered how long she'd have to wait for this "overlord Z" fellow to make his entrance. |
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| Draco Black | Jul 22 2009, 11:05 PM Post #2 |
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It was within Z’s interests to improve his image to the public as much as he possibly could. It was one of the very few means he had, to safeguard his more sinister operations. Also, he fully understood how important it is for children to have a proper education, in order to hone their minds so that they could achieve their greatest potential. Potential, which the Overlord could harvest and manipulate to further his own goals; or as the case may be, the goals of his successor. To that end, he had accepted to meet this school teacher and discuss the matter at hand further. The location while unusual has its advantages which have been discussed in the previous post so I won’t bother outlining them again. There was no way in hell that he would put his expensive suit into a locker. Instead, one of his agents would be holding onto his belongings while this meeting took place. He was wearing a pair of plain black swimming trunks as his only piece of clothing. Oddly enough though, he still kept his shades on, to prevent anyone from looking into his eyes. His body was well toned from the Muay Thai training he undergoes A few small scars can be seen along different parts of his body; chest, arms, legs. Battle scars from some of his more exhaustive endeavors. As the Overlord entered the mixed bath house, he was able to spot Doctor Charlotte Swebb immediately. Of course after receiving her letter, Overlord Z had one of his investigation teams to do a extensive background check of her identity. It uncovered many interesting facts which can be found in her profile page. The struggles and pains she had to suffer all because of one illogical decision. In Z’s world, logic and reasoning prevailed in his mind, above all else. Some facts swirled though his mind as he approached his contact. She was beautiful, with long, blonde hair. A figure that a lot of men roughly Z’s age would be attracted to. Overlord Z was not like most men though. He entered the warm, steamy pool of heated water and his muscles began to relax instantly. He turned his attention to the school teacher, and awaited her to speak her mind. Edited by Billie Hatcher, Jul 22 2009, 11:45 PM.
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| Wilhelmina Hatcher | Jul 22 2009, 11:57 PM Post #3 |
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Swebb wasn't particularly a fan of wearing so little, especially around men. She was hired to teach children, not parade herself around in a bikini for some rich business man. She was a teacher, not a *****. She knew how some men were, which seemed to highlight her trepidation. But slowly and cautiously she made her way over to the man who was roughly the same age as her. She tried to put on her most serious face, however seemed to be having trouble with such a thing. "Good afternoon M-Mr. Z." she took a most official stance, still about waist deep in water. Or, as official and presentable as a woman wearing a bikini could make herself. "I am Professor Charlotte Swebb. I am a professor at Crimson Wind Academy. I am the dorm leader of the Obelisk Blue dormitor-" |
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| Draco Black | Jul 23 2009, 12:03 AM Post #4 |
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One of his hands raised up out of the water quickly, startling and interrupting the blonde woman, who he did not think was sexy, but was sexy nonetheless. "I have no interest in these details. I would prefer if we could get straight to the point." His hand lowered, submerging itself back into the watery depths. (Epic short post is epic.) Edited by Billie Hatcher, Jul 23 2009, 12:09 AM.
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| Wilhelmina Hatcher | Jul 23 2009, 12:35 AM Post #5 |
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"R-Right." She should have figured a business man like him must have had places to meet and people to go. Her right hand absentmindedly drew circles in the water as she spoke. Her left arm hugging her chest, her left arm resting on her shoulder. "W-Well, due to changing economies, even a private academy such as our own may find itself in financial troubles." Her left hand left it's original position as she swept the few strands of hair that were covering her face. "we had heard of the way you had treated one of our students, Mr. Draco Black. If you had enough kindness in your heart to bring a poor visually challenged child on a vacation, perhaps you could find it in your heart to invest a small bit of your money within our academy." Her hands rushed behind her back, smiling cutely and looking up with large, soulful blue eyes, like a school girl. This certainly felt like a degrading experience to her. |
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| Draco Black | Jul 23 2009, 12:59 AM Post #6 |
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It was becoming clearer by the moment that this school teacher was becoming more and more uncomfortable. It could be seen in her body language and the way she hesitated when she spoke. Unfortunately, she had failed to deliver the most useful fact to the table. Or swimming surface as the case may be. A figure. The Overlord had expected her to request an amount of money that the academy needed to pull itself out of its current economical climate. She had failed to do so and this annoyed the Overlord. It was blatant to Z that this woman is inexperienced in business negotiations. Perhaps she was expecting the Overlord himself to offer up X amount of money first. Was she really that naive to believe that he would be the one to make the first move? Not on her life. "You need to inform me of how much money your academy is after, before this conversation can proceed." The Overlord barely moved at all when he spoke. He was as still as a concrete pillar, immune to any current that may have caused his body structure to waver. The steam from the water was beginning to thicken, making it a little harder for people to see each other. This change would work in Z’s favour as it would help prevent people from spying. His sunglasses had a special kind of lens which wielded a defog ability, preventing his eyesight from being clouded by water vapour. He was certain that his blind puppet would have said something to the academy about his weekly disappearance. He also knew that he wouldn't dare say anything that would work against the Overlord, since it was highly unlikely that anyone would have believed him anyway. He would have looked like a fool or even worse; a deadly liar. The mind of a simpleton like him is easy to manipulate, even without force. He was incredibly predictable in his actions and this quality makes him highly ideal for Z's other ambitions. But it was something the Overlord would focus his thoughts on after dealing with her. |
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| Rounin Nagasaki | Jul 23 2009, 01:30 AM Post #7 |
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Alistair stood in the entrance to the bath houses purposefully. He had come here today for a few reasons; the primary of which being that he had seen Swebb coming into here, and he had never figured her for the public bath house type. This piqued Alistair's interest, and made him decide that he needed to come and check it out. A bag was slung over Alistair's shoulder, decorated with a bright red colored fabric, as well as spots of blue, and yellow. The pack was a typical back pack, other than that it only had one strap to secure itself to the shoulder of the wearer. He secured the strap before venturing into the bath house. As he walked in, he noticed a young man behind a desk, which had a sign over it which read, "receptionist." He walked over to this desk, and slid out a credit card without a glance toward it. He reached across the counter, and handed it to the man at the front desk, renting a locker in the men's room for the next hour, on the off chance he stayed that long. The man slid the card through a machine, which read its information, and printed a receipt for him. He then slid back the tiny rectangular piece of plastic, along with a slip of paper, a moment after ringing it up, and he signed the paper without a second thought. The money wasn't actually his, after all, and what reason did he have to fret about wasting a bit of his father's money? He strutted down the hallway, in the direction of the men's changing room. He stretched his arms out, and yawned out of sheer boredom. When the muscles in his arms were completely stretched, he bent his elbows, and cupped his hands together behind his head. He exuded sheer confidence, from the look on his face, the the strut with which he walked. When he arrived in the men's changing room, he glanced down at the small slip of paper he had been handed, and found a number printed on it. He quickly found the locker that he had been assigned, and walked over to it. He spun the lock, putting in the combination, and when the lock unclicked, and he had removed it, he began stripping without so much as a second thought. He tossed the clothes into the locker, and then pulled a pair of swimming trunks, and a camera from the confines of the bag. He slid the trunks up his legs, until the rested at his waist line. The trunks he now wore were a dark shade of blue, decorated with white around the sides of the trunks. A label also adorned the bottom right side of the blue, labeling the brand of trunks that they were. Alistair's muscle structure was something to be proud of, for most men. Unlike the typical out of shape guys he could glance around here and see, his stomach was not flat, but instead bulged out slightly. However, the bulges were each individual muscles, separated by deeply cut lines. His abs were formed roughly into eight separate sections, forming an eight pack. His arms, shoulders, chest, and legs were also each defined, and appealing to the eye. He then slid a waterproof covering out of the bag, and encased his camera into it with a grin. He pocketed the camera, sliding it completely into the confines of his pocket to avoid detection. He patted his pocket, and double checked to be completely certain that the camera was more or less invisible from view, unless someone was truly searching for it. He then began his walk, searching for the mixed section, almost certain that that would be where his query would be. He had decided that she would likely be meeting someone here, as it didn't seem quite her style to simply come to a bath house. Further, he had been nearly certain that he had seen some sort of bikini on her person when he had noticed her coming in. When at last he found it, he immediately walked into the water, keeping the outline of his camera from being visible above the water for too long. He then quickly turned his attention to finding her, and seeing what it was she was up to. As he searched the people here, he found her rather quickly, and noted the company she was sharing. He couldn't help but raise a brow at the man who she appeared to be with. She was speaking to a tall, well defined man; a man that Alistair was rather familiar with, as the case happened to be. Alistair had never actually met Z in person, however he had seen him in attendance at some of his fathers, as well as some of his own fights. Further, he was almost certain he had spotted Z on the island a bit earlier in the year, shortly after his arrival. However, he had more of a reason for being here than that. That reason was very simple, and was something that Alistair had to accomplish for the sole purpose of potentially antagonizing Swebb with the information later. He moved into an angle where he could better catch her facial expressions, and then pulled out his camera. He snapped a couple of photos, catching her wearing what appeared to be a shy demeanor, and then a school girl reminiscent expression, which made her seem almost as if she were flirting with Z. To top this, he also snapped a number of shots that would just be humorous to look back on later, since Swebb as typically such an uptight individual. He pocketed the camera immediately after he had taken the photos, and decided that he may as well have a bit of fun while he was here. He had only spoken to Swebb a couple of times, but he figured he knew body language well enough to tell that she was currently uncomfortable, and he knew that making the situation worse for her would be humorous for him. So, without another moment of thought, Alistair waded through the waist high water, the steam rising off the heated water beginning to grow between people. However, his course was already a set one, and Alistair didn't need to see to know where they were. He continued, until they were in plain sight once more, before acting. "Professor, hey!" Alistair called, his eyes shooting open in imitation surprise. He pressed forward a bit more quickly now, moving toward his professor, and totally ignoring the presence of Z for now. At last, he arrived at her side, and he went to throw his arms around her in a hug! "Professor, you know you've always been such a role model to me, right? When I grow up, I wanna be JUST like you!" |
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| Wilhelmina Hatcher | Jul 23 2009, 02:13 AM Post #8 |
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(OOC: I read "a figure" and immediately thought: "**** you Z! She's a 34C in a string bikini! What more do you want!? DX") Swebb's intelligent mind certainly could talk numbers. She cleared her throat, attempting to find a bit of confidence in there. "As I'm sure your well aware, your company, the S-Syndicate has consistently placed in the Fortune 500 list. Because of this, any number I ask, I am confident you could easily afford it." A hand on her hip, and a more stern expression. "Our current financial situation has us looking at a debt of aproximately 80 million dollars. However, by my rough calculations..." she paused, doing the math in her head. "This would only be zero point eight percent of your total net revenue. Truly, it would practically be like pocket change to an individual such as yourself. Not only that, but the money would not simply dissolve. It would be a brilliant investment towards-" But before she could finish her sales pitch, she suddenly felt a tight pressing against her. A hand on her hips, and a hand underneath her arm pulled her in tightly. "Uhh-uhh..." she stammered, turning to look at the student. A sudden outburst like his could completely wreck the deal she was about to strike. After all, the note specifically mentioned that she come alone. Her facing highlighting in a pink tone, as she had completely unexpected him, she shot Alistair a menacing glare, before her face turned into a cooler demeanor, as she realize she was being watched by the Overlord. "Y-you'll be helping st-students like this one!" she lightly hugged him back. Before blinking twice. "I swear! I did NOT ask for him to follow me. I remembered the details of the letter! He must have followed me b-because..." she looked back at Alistair. "Because I'm a fantastic teacher, and this is exactly the kind of educational experience you can expect?" She held the boy tighter, pressing her cheek (face) against his, right hand on his lower back, left on the back of his neck, as though demonstrating a close teacher-student relationship that Overlord Z would be unable to say no to. |
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| Draco Black | Jul 23 2009, 02:56 AM Post #9 |
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[OOC:"No."] Spoiler: click to toggle
Edited by Draco Black, Jul 23 2009, 03:02 AM.
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| Rounin Nagasaki | Jul 23 2009, 03:33 AM Post #10 |
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OOC: "Z, I have a comment to make! That is all." O_O The water submerged Alistair up to his waist, exposing only the very top of his swim trunks, which was secured snugly around his waist. The black outline of the elastic that surrounded his thin, muscular frame, the only part of the attire that could be seen above the water. He had approached from her right, and thus, kept his right arm wrapped tightly around her waist. His left arm however, did not make an appearance in the exchange of a hug. He smiled broadly, and pressed his cheek even more closely to his attractive young professor's cheek, the sweet scent of strawberries wafting from her soft blonde hair. His eyes were focused solely on Z, as he was sure his professor wanted him to focus his attention onto him. However, his mind had other plans, and with an utter lack of visible movement to either of them, he began to move his left arm. His left arm was completely concealed from view, as he had stopped lower in his hug, and his left arm had been positioned directly behind Swebb's back. With the addition of the steam that was now clouding the room, the probability of anyone noticing the movement were zero to none, even for someone as likely as astute as Z. His left hand moved, and found a resting place, squarely on the right cheek of the buttocks of his professor. Alistair's smile was broad, and not a muscle twitched out of place to indicate the sudden placement. However, he made abundantly clear that it was no accident, when he gave a light squeeze, and his smile broadened slightly. However, he was still listening to Z, and he noted his words about the development of Alistair. "Why sir, I do so appreciate that! I mean, after all, to have such a corporate genius as yourself interested in my development. Thank you very much for agreeing to finance, at least in part, my school. If you happen to need me, or perhaps my father for anything, you may contact me at (insert number here)." Edited by Rounin Nagasaki, Jul 23 2009, 03:40 AM.
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