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| ♠ Shamma | Jan 16 2013, 10:47 AM Post #46 |
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“Je-jesus? No, Mister Lelouch. My name is Beatrix!” The assassin had settled on a ditzy portrayal for the time being and was going to stick with it as she kept up with events. The Triceratops had bounded off, knocking the poor nobleman to the floor and distracting him from her very enticing offer. Beatrix was beginning to suspect the dinosaur did not like her very much for some reason, suggesting this previous attack not being the result of some magical music manipulation by the deceased band. Why it would chase the mangy thing for any other reason but to distract Lelouch was beyond her. The perceptive Nohzer had spotted the horrid-looking furball licking itself on the road ahead and simply glossed over its existence mentally, it was a filthy thing that belonged in the Canada pit with the dirty kid at best. Perhaps that was the reason to chase? Was the Triceratops trying to one up her by burying the three legged cat? But Canada was too far away for it to be lain to rest there, where could she possibly…? “Oh no, the Netherlands?” Beatrix gasped out loud, clasping her hands around her mouth in surprise. She could already see it, the cat-shaped pit of matted fur with an ugly red, white & blue striped flag emerging from it on a cocktail stick. She could not allow such a vision to come to pass. With haste, the assassin followed the nobleman as he led the charge. Though she was forced to be cautious with her steps, Beatrix remained a very agile individual and was quite confident that she could catch up to the Triceratops in a matter of seconds. However, Lelouch was not so quick or even fit enough to sustain a burst of speed, pausing twice to catch his breath. Only her extraordinary reaction time prevented the girl from crashing into the back of him during both instances. “Mister Lelouch… has your day really been that tiring?” Beatrix asked, voicing her concern as she brushed up beside him in the bushes. Being shorter than her contract, it was simple enough for the female to slip underneath his arm as he caught his breath and position herself in front of him. Then with a sudden flick of her hips, the assassin shifted her rump between his legs and coiled her arms around his legs, lifting him into an awkward piggyback position. “Hang on tight!” Deeming that warning to be sufficient, Beatrix propelled the two of them forward through the bushes. They exited the oddly placed plantation in quick pursuit of the Triceratops, the assassin catching the tail end of the dinosaur diving down an alleyway and following just behind. ((lol)) |
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| AngelMayLaugh | Jan 18 2013, 05:31 AM Post #47 |
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Hunched over and catching his breath, Lelouch tried to keep his ears open for the direction that his dinosaur had scurried off into. Though she was big, she had a lot of energy to expend, albeit being slower than her owner. Looking around within the confines of the rusted red bushes, the young man spotted his hired cohort. The woman was standing eerily close to him and didn't seem to be out of breath despite running the five Just as he had regained enough wind in his lungs to bark an order at his father's servant, this time aloud, a tingling sensation was felt between the man's legs- no, it was more like something was rubbing against him. "Are you- what are you- !!!" Lelouch was at a loss for words at what the woman was doing with her rear in in front of him. Drained of energy, he was also at a loss of strength to fight against the woman who was overpowering him onto her back. His cheeks began turning an extremely bright red when her hands went around his legs. "You-!" was all that escaped his lips before the woman charged forward in pursuit of his pet. Fearing he'd fall and bang his head, the aristocrat opted to throw his arms around the woman's back, wrapping them tightly around her chests. The alleyway provided a semi-exciting chase scene. There were a few twists, turns, jumps and a near-fall here or there which were mostly attributed to Chiisu. The only thing the scene was missing was a rainy day, fire escapes and some khaki-colored trench coats. Halston's dog, the three-footed cat, somehow managed to leap over a fence. Chiisu, not being quite as dexterous, just rammed straight through. She stopped a few yards after breaking through, which made Lelouch signal his new steed to stop as well. The minor nobleman removed his arms from the woman's bosom and began standing with his own strength. He made his way forward, barely being thin enough to get past his dinosaur, to see what the fuss and chase was all about. The dirty cat was scratching at a dirty brown box that was settled in between two trashcans. Chiisu was sniffing the box with great interest, probably a sign that there was food inside of it. Not wanting to touch the dirty treasure chest, Lelouch looked to 'the help' for help in procuring the item for his favorite pet. "Woman! Make yourself useful and-" A strange noise from nearby made the pale nobleman lose his train of thought. It was familiar, yet different. loooooooool A husky woman of medium height dropped down hard on the two trashcans. The lanky nobleman found her to be oddly familiar. "lol u found Halston's treasure huh, lol?" With a raised eyebrow, Lelouch questioned began wondering who this woman was. "Who are you? If that's your box, I'd like to buy it for my dinosaur." The woman looked down at the box and then at the pale kid and then at the dinosaur. "I'm Mama Nguyen, the protector of Halston's dog and Halston's treasure, rofl." Leaping down off of the trashcan, the woman knelt down and snatched the box away from the dinosaur's nostrils. "Nah son, lol. This box for Halston when she finally becomes a pro duelist. Her goin' away present, ya dig?" Remembering back on the earlier posts, Lelouch briefly recalled who Halston was. "Oh yeah that Dark World peasant," he scoffed. "lol. Say it 2 her face u bitch. lmao!! oooooooooooo!!!!!!" The woman placed one hand beside her mouth and raised one up in the air, waving the hand in the air around like a flag. "I'm not sure if I'm remembering correctly, or if I was even there, but didn't you die or something?" The woman stopped her taunting gesture and jeers and lowered her hands. "I ate some Pho, bro. Ancient Vietnamese secret healing soup. Rank 44 tech bro, fuck you know bout that lol? You don't know nothin', youngblood! lmfao @ u scrub." Irritated beyond belief at this woman, Lelouch sighed and shook his head. He began trying to summon up some poison to corrode this woman to nothingness, but found himself experiencing Devil Fruit dysfunction due to fatigue. "Woman, kill her and retrieve the box," the nobleman commanded while backing up to give them space. "I also don't remember the way out of here, so I expect you to lead you back after the deed is done." "ROFLMAO!!! U think this prissy g.i.r.l. can beat me? lol, I'll show dis Christina Aguilera bitch who the boss is." |
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| Rylaf | Jan 18 2013, 02:56 PM Post #48 |
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A middle aged fellow in manservant-attire bobbed his head as he straggled down the dirt road, whacking his broom across the road in his solitary struggle to cleanse the path of dirt. Never mind that the entire island was made of dirt-like substance, the butler knew, from all the experience and knowledge accumulated from his middling life experience that the heart wants... what it wants. Humming quietly a song about a jilted country girl who got dumped by her boyfriend (yet again), his tune hiked up a notch as his broom dragged along an object imbedded into the dirt. Curious, he brushed with greater alacrity... Quasar blinked like a newborn child, the sunlight searing into his eyes. Dirty boy looked at middle-aged manservant-dressed guy. The aspiring butler (the manservant-dressed guy was aspiring to be a butler) threw back his head and called clearly, "DREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM TEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!" The cry echoed, dissipating with the wind. Suddenly, a legion of fellows burst from seemingly nowhere, introducing themselves unecessarily by shouting their names repeatedly, stomping up a storm of dust as they whipped each other into a frenzy. But there were too many of them, so their rhythmic screams ended up a jumbled and unorganized noise. After a period of time, they all faced the aspiring butler character and kneeled respectfully, heads bowed as they mumbled in revering tones: "Thy Shamma... Thy Shamma... The Double Killer..." The Double Killing Aspiring Butler Character nodded in affirmation, confirming that he was indeed the one called Thy Shamma, the Double Killer. Oh yeah, while this was all happening Quasar had managed to free himself, although a crooked canadian flag was still embedded deeply into the side of his head. Although he was just ordinary looking Quasar, a trick of the light, and all the billowing dust and dirt that had been stirred into the air seemed to accumulate around the dirty boy, shifting his appearance from a beautiful chocalatey man... into something more like this. As he attempted crawl away from the assembled Dream Team, The Double Killer noticed him. His finger speared through the air, resting on the scampering figure of the illusionary fat black chick. "GooooOOoOOoOOOoOOoOOOoOOooooOOOooooOOo00oOooOo000OoOooo0o0OooOO!!!!!!!!!!" The Dream Team kicked into action. Chasing after the retreating thing, they drew their weapons in unison, but one of them stayed back and provided dramatic beatboxing to set the tone. Hooting and shouting wildly, they soon devolved into a series of panicked screams as somehow they missed their skillshots and started attacking one another, avoiding both real and imagined adversaries. Thy Shamma cursed quietly under his breath. Although they were his Dream Team, the place where he could lay his head, he knew in his cold snarky heart that they were still scrubs. Cutting a path through the chaos, the MAN made a beeline towards his target, who had conveniently dropped to the ground, laughing breathlessly at the spectacle around them. When he reached his rolling target, he brandished his broom/mop, and snapped it in half over his knee, and then brandished both halves in the air threateningly. Raising his weapons over his head, he found that he didn't have it in him to slay such a pitiful creature. And also, because he was the Double Killer, and killing one person, despite the fact that its current form might as well have been two, would ruin his reputation. He could slay this thing, but he would also slay his own dignity. Sighing, he allowed his arms slump to his sides, watching as the dirty boy recovered and moonwalked away, off into the distance. It wasn't a sigh of defeat though. It was a sigh of victory, because although he had technically lost the battle, he had won the war... With himself. And then a stray axe flew through the air and caught him in the back. As the light of his life faded, he could only watch powerlessly as his followers raged at one another, their unity curdling like bad milk. Sighing wistfully, as his lids closed one last time, he whispered truthfully, exposing that which he would not and could not admit for the entirety of his life, "I'm such a faggot..." Thus ended the legend of the Double Killer. Wandering aimlessly, he tripped over an object he could not see (because all the dust and shit that was whirling about him, which was the secret behind his monstrously Precious appearance. Hissing as he rolled over and held his knee tightly, he fought back tears of agony as he turned on the object. Gasping, he coughed roughly as his lungs worked to expell all the crap he had inhaled. When he had sufficiently recovered, he continued his train of thought: "Aren't you Mama Nguyen, lol?" And indeed, it was. Despite the hideous blood stains that streaked were splashed across her person, the comely and porky features were that of Mama Nguyen, the one who had set off all the events that had happened in the first place sort of. Sniffling, the vietnamese woman groaned, "That crazy bitch..." "Excuse you, lol?" "Not you dumbass..." "Oh ok, lol..." Taking his hand off the sword, he scooted over, and patted the woman consolingly on her enormous triceps. Flinching as the flabby material jiggled and wiggled about relentlessly, he nontheless listened to her words. "My crazy twin sister, Mawmaw Nguyen, just came back from vacation... When she came to our village and heard about what happened... she went crazy..." It was clear that the woman was clearly attempting to stifle back a whole loud of emotion, but it leaked through anyways as she flat out bawled spitefully, "That bitch was always down with the kids. She knows how all t-t-t-the homies get down... Like the "rofls" and the "2s" and stuff... Halston cracked and told her what happened, and then she went crazy... And the worst part of it all is..." She paused as a tune rang through the air. Blushing deeply, she reached into her backpocket and pulled out a flattened den-den mushi, and cast the confused fellow an apologetic look. "H-h-hello? Oh hay gurl!" Rapid vietnamese quickly followed. After a period of time, she finally ended the call, and stared at the drowsy lowborn, her eyes glittering with a mixture of confusion and hunger. Realization dawned upon the cannibal mom, as she knocked herself on the head humorously. Tears quickly welled up as she continued her train of thought. "A-a-and the worst part of it is, she ate our Halston's dog!! She loved that thing, she was raising it for the past few years to eat it, b-but everybody knows dog is best when its aged, like fine wine. She totally lost it, and is now completely delirious... She's still looking for that dog... Even though it's in her stomach..." Glancing at the bored lowborn, she scooted over, and murmured shyly, "A quest, sir?" Yawning, the guy rubbed his eyes stubbornly in an effort to remain awake. "Ya sure, whatevs you want bitchlady, lol." A meaty hand clamped with surprising force upon his scrawny shoulder, drawing a suppresssed shriek. "Slay my sister. She's totally lost it. She's looking for a dog that she ate, trying to fill the hole in her soul. And I'll tell you right now, there is nothing that can fill that hole, because the only thing that could fill that hole is filling her stomach." Glancing sideways suspiciously, she whispered out of the side of her mouth maliciously," And plus, she thinks she's down with the homies because she knows their speak, but she was always a dumb bitch, and I was always looking for a way to kill her, but I could never do it because she was always going on vacations funded by the homies... B-b-but if you do it, it'll be okay!" Flashing a smile and a thumbs up, the woman froze in place, holding the gesture. "So uh, what's in it for me anywa- ah lol." Staring at the little globules of meat stuck between her teeth and the glint of the cleaver tucked to her side, the lowborn quickly scrambled to his feet. "Aight, peace out lol." Turning around, he ran as quickly as his precious feet would carry him. In remembrance of a faggot
Edited by Rylaf, Jan 18 2013, 04:10 PM.
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| ♠ Shamma | Jan 19 2013, 06:40 AM Post #49 |
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One was never meant to go full ditz. Yet Beatrix was the sort of girl to be caught up in her acting and take it to the extreme. So when the chase came to a rather anticlimactic end and the nobleman climbed down from her back, the assassin crouched down to hug her knees against her chest with a warm smile. “Kyaah~! Mister Lelouch totally groped me!” Her voice was a high pitched squeal, though aimed down towards the floor so it was not too irritating for the aristocrat beside her to hear. And he was meant to hear every word as she started to rock her body from side to side on the spot, as if cradling a new-born babe against her bosom. “And he even pushed his package against my back~! Talulululu~” As she teased and giggled, the Nohzer glanced up at the nobleman to gauge his mood and enjoy his reddening cheeks. There was gratification for the girl in seducing Lelouch in such a scandalous manner simply because she had deduced from the start that the young male was nothing more than a perverted rich kid. Another theory her overly active mind had practically proven true, all she needed now was to push to the next base and finally have some success with her latest contract. Or she would have, if only a minor quake and crunch of metal did not demand her instant attention. Returning to full height, Beatrix took a second to observe the latest obstacle in her path to Lelouch’s heart. Like the Triceratops, she was large and unreasonably aggressive; did Lelouch constantly attract these chubby, angry females? She also spoke in the same way the buried dirty kid had, suggesting that the annoying manner of talking was in fact a dialect local to Rust Pit Island. They were at least on vaguely familiar terms, the assassin looking between her nobleman and large Mama Nguyen as they traded words and came to a disagreement over the treasure chest the dinosaur had taken an interest in. That Lelouch instantly turned to her as the solution to the disagreement warmed her cheeks and caused her already beaming smile to widen. “Of course, Mister Lelouch.” The Nohzer tweeted, positioning herself between the male and the husky women. "ROFLMAO!!! U think this prissy g.i.r.l. can beat me? lol, I'll show dis Christina Aguilera bitch who the boss is." “Please, call me Bea.” Perhaps confused by the curvy girl’s request, fierce Mama Nguyen did not have the time to lay down more smack talk. When an assassin moved with killing intent, as Beatrix did as she stepped towards the bulky lady in front of her with quick but precise steps, they could become near impossible to follow for even the keenest of opponents. Poor Mama Nguyen, even on her Pho lost sight of the Nohzer once she feinted to the side at full speed, vanishing in the blink of an eye as she slipped around her larger adversary with fluidity and grace. And drew Dirk to her throat. “Finale.” With a cold whisper, the deed was done. The curved seastone blade serrated the flesh beneath Mama Nguyen’s double chin when Beatrix tugged it swiftly from cheek to cheek. The assassin was careful with the angle she sliced at, wary of the nobleman in front of them and seeking to avoid staining him with the splatter of blood that always followed her trademark execution technique. With her blade free, Beatrix took a step back to admire her work from behind, as her victim’s throat opened. Only her victim was not conforming as expected. No grand explosion of crimson followed by a slow collapse. Instead the meaty palm of Mama Nguyen clamped around her opened throat, smothering the burst of blood and turning her head unnervingly towards the assassin. Clearly pissed that she had been out played so effortlessly by the smaller girl, the bulky women attempted a fierce riposte with some hipster put downs. Instead she gurgled nonsense and then coughed up blood all over the floor. “Gross.” Beatrix mouthed, mostly to remain invested in her ditzy façade rather than actual disgust. The chubby woman was probably going to die to that wound but not soon or quietly, which likely conflicted with the expectations of her nobleman. Before resolving this problem, Beatrix looked for the treasure chest that Mama Nguyen had snatched away from the Triceratops as it was no longer in the woman’s hands. She spied it on the floor behind the trunk-like legs of her opponent, probably dropped it when attempting to close her throat. Mama Nguyen coughed up more blood and lurched forward menacingly, a crimson trail in her wake. Undeterred, Beatrix sheathed the seastone dirk at her hip, instead opting for one of her hair pins to finish the job. Disguised stilettos with blackened blades, she pulled one of the needle-like daggers from her hair bun and threw it towards the approaching woman with a twirl. “Lo-“ The needle struck Mama Nguyen right between the eyes, only the decorated hilt not sinking all the way into her cranium. The angry pupils either side of the golden dragon rolled upwards and then with a tumble, the husky woman fell flat on her front. Beatrix granted the deceased lady a few moments peace before plucking the needle free from between her eyes. It was a shame she had to resort to killing like that. Despite the aggravating dialect, Mama Nguyen probably did not deserve to just be slaughtered in some back alley over a silly treasure chest. Yet Mister Lelouch had commanded it and Beatrix had resorted to what she knew best. As another side of respect, Beatrix even wiped the blood and brain juices off the killing stiletto on Mama Nguyen’s tattered overalls, though stole away the treasure chest that lay beside her. She ignored the moral quandary of stealing from and killing a poor old lady and giving the loot to a rich man. “All done, Mister Lelouch! Did I meet your expectations?” Beatrix asked walking towards the nobleman. With the cleaned stiletto, she idly fiddled at the lock on the treasure chest until she heard a click and opened it for him. Not able to see what was in the box from behind, she just held it open to Lelouch, hoping Halston’s treasure was not actually something super gross that might offend the nobleman. “For you!” |
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| AngelMayLaugh | Jan 20 2013, 04:49 AM Post #50 |
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A simple nod confirmed the fact that the young aristocrat in white had begun to trust the woman just a smidgen; she even made care to not get the blood of her kill on his royal self. Too good. Lelouch and his dinosaur waited in anticipation as the woman retrieved the box and even went as far as to open it by picking the lot. Once popped open, the man looked on, expecting something amazing to be in there; the dinosaur was jut hoping for a bite to eat. A few feet away, a smothered meow could be heard wrecking what would have been a moment of amazing suspension. The contents of the box made the wait even worse. "I should have known," the nobleman said with a worrying amount of disappointment in his voice. A few flies flew out of the box and buzzed a few fee off before crashing to the ground and dying. Chiisu had a different expression on her face. The dinosaur was drooling heavily and had eyes as bright as the stars in the sky. "Come on, let's go," Lelouch commanded, trying to get his steed to turn around. She, however, had no intention of moving. looking down at the ink reptile and then back up at the inside of the box, the young man sighed. He knew exactly what she wanted to do, though he didn't really approve of it. "Really Chiisu? You have gourmet triceratops pellets back on the boat! It was made by Chef Rordan Gamsey himself! It doesn't get much better than- ugh, whatever, do whatever you want. I obviously care about your health more than you do, apparently." The scaled quadrupedal beast took a step forward and sniffed the item that she wanted to consume. There wasn't much of a smell to it, despite what the flies had indicated. Lelouch felt a bit of nostalgia as he looked down at what was in the box. He remembered being in a similar situation himself not too long ago, but couldn't pinpoint exactly what happened. "Swirly fruit... having it presented to me inside of a box..." That was basically a normal Thursday for the pale young man. Opening her mouth, Chiisu surrounded he top half of the peach-colored fruit with brown swirls. She chomped into it, pretty much taking half of the fruit with her. After a fair bit of chewing the fruit in her mouth, and swallowing a portion of it, she realized that it was terrible and spat it back out and right into the face of the help. "Ugh, that was terrible!" the dinosaur thought as she spat the remainder of out down onto the ground. "... Wha! Huh?! Did I just- I had a thought in words! I can think words like Lulu speaks! How- Why!?" The dinosaur frantically looked around herself. "Chiisu! What in the world has gotten into you? Turn around and let's get out of here! This alley is way too inconspicuous and closed-in for someone such as myself." Not wanting to freak her owner out ad still trying to figure out what had given her the ability to think in human, she decided to continue acting as a dinosaur for the time being. Heeding his command, the pink triceratops turned around. "It's odd, but have a feeling we're going the right way... Did you remember the way out of here Chiisu?" The dinosaur smiled and made a purring sound, prompting a pet on the head from her owner. After bit of natural progression from walking, the group found their way back at where they began: the gates of the village. Forgetting about what the hired woman had said about docking near the village, Lelouch directed Chiisu in the direction that he had come from when first arriving. A bit more natural progression took the group to the area immediately next to the flimsy docks that Lelouch had disembarked on. Everything seemed to be exactly the same as how he left it; his small, dinky ship, that loan fisherman with his rod, a giant marine ship and a few marines standing on the docks looking at his ship. "Not these idiots," he sighed. "Woman. A few of my books are still on that ship. They're rather valuable to me and I'd really like them back. Could you please go invisible and slip past the men in white to get them? They're in the room furthest to the back and are all on the top shelf of the bookshelf. I'll keep them occupied while you're inside." Lelouch and Chiisu started moving toward the docks, but stopped on the aristocrat's command and turned back to the curvaceous woman in red. "Don't you dare look inside the chest at the foot of my bed!! Actually, never your mind; I don't even have a chest in that room. Forget these last two seconds of me speaking and just get what I told you to." The lanky man sighed heavily to himself yet again as he rode his 'saur up to the docks. He used to like and respect marines greatly. But ever since someone blew up something with explosives that he made and signed, and that little incident where he blew something up by mistake, they began calling him a 'terrorist' and other such vulgar words. Those jerks even went as far as to give the man a bounty! Those buildings weren't even worth the amount of bounty he was given, in his noteworthy opinion. "What are you creeps doing on my ship?! You better pay for any damages you cause." Edited by AngelMayLaugh, Jan 21 2013, 05:56 AM.
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| ♠ Shamma | Jan 22 2013, 10:39 AM Post #51 |
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Though the aristocrat did not vocalise his appreciation, Beatrix was perceptive enough to notice his slight nod and make up the rest; likely a silent serenade of his adoration for her achievements that he was merely too bashful to sing in public. What she had actually presented to Lelouch remained a mystery to the Assassin. He was not even the one to benefit it from its contents, instead his aggressive dinosaur pet gouging herself on the present within the chest. She did not even have the self-respect to swallow the gift, spitting out a half consumed mess of peach and brown that sunk rather unappetisingly on the rusty floor of the alleyway. Beatrix was quite thankful when the nobleman did not try to get her to clear up the mess, though she did hang back to get a better look at the refused present as he departed with the Triceratops. “A swirly vegetable? Or maybe a fruit…” A treasure had to be something important if one was going to defend it with their life. The Nohzer had enough worldly knowledge to know what a cursed fruit looked like, she had consumed one at a young age and spat out the revolting taste on a similar fashion to the dinosaur. Did this mean the overgrown lizard was going to start spitting balls of fire during her next mood swing? She would have to watch that one with care, some new fruit users could be very dangerous to those around them when they were not aware of their powers. Deciding she had investigated the smelly fruit enough, Beatrix dropped the chest on its remains and followed at a distance. Once they left the alleyway, she even climbed to the rooftops once again to get a better overview of the comings and goings of the shore-side town. Alarmingly the ships out at sea had come in to inspect, sails with large Marine banners had never been a problem for the assassin before but now that she was supposed to look after a man that the World Government had decreed a terrorist…? It was quite odd that di Berlitz Senior had not just given up on his son the second they printed out the bounty poster. And then she remembered how ignorant the well-off could be, Lelouch practically walking in the direction of the gathering soldiers without the slightest care. “Beatrix-Tallulah Mayasmyth Esterhase.” The Nohzer corrected, dropping from her perch to the side of Lelouch as he started issuing more commands. He seemed intent on just referring to her as woman for the time being, likely a desperate attempt to delay to the inevitable moment where his heart fell to her feminine charm. Hearing what he wanted, she made a point of patting him on the rear before skipping ahead and vanishing into thin air. The gathered soldiers were not a group to be worried about. It seemed like whoever was in charge had already discovered that Lelouch’s boat was empty and left behind some troops to throw up a fuss should anyone return to the small ship. She suspected the majority of the sailors had passed through the village earlier towards Cango Village, or even the rising smoke on the horizon where she suspected the smelting plant was. Hadn’t the aristocrat promised not to blow things up when he had sent her away to look for the Triceratops? It was too late to really complain about that now; at the very least it would draw attention away from them for the time being. She slipped through the group of watchman without incident, even giggling at one point when one of the hapless men started moaning about cleaning the decks of the battleship for the past week. They were quick to declare the docks haunted after that, Beatrix hearing something about the ghosts of Bloodbeard’s harem teasing young fisherman on Rust Pit’s red shore before she snuck below deck. Once under, the assassin allowed her cloak to drop, sensing that no one was below deck. She still took care as she headed towards the back of the vessel, creeping with care and peeking around doorways until she arrived at the room she presumed belonged to Lelouch. Having admired his new room on the Whamadoodle, she was confident he would be very appreciative of his new home when comparing it to the worn down place he was currently sleeping in. Only the bookshelves he had referred to seemed to be in any good condition, and she noted he had plenty of books for a man she was willing to dismiss as a silly perverted aristocrat. … She could not resist looking in the chest at the end of his bed though. Springing the lock with the end of her hair pin, Beatrix lifted the lid cautiously but saw no signs of a trap and opened it up entirely. At once her nose was met by a queer smell; an almost salty and murky aroma belonging to a man… within the chest was more reading material though none of it could be called scholarly. Magazines with shapely females lay in piles at the base, Beatrix scanning a few of the titles before daring to reach in for one of them. “Bounty Hunter Weekly Issue 7… Captain Jagi Jabu? Why is a Marine soldier on here? Does Mister Lelouch prefer flat girls like this…? Maybe there are better pictures inside… ah?” The magazine was not opening as it should, as if the pages were stuck together by some… “Oh.” Beatrix allowed the perverse article to fall from her hands back into the chest, among the other seedy journals and the dank smell that emanated from all of them. She supposed it was only to be expected of a young man who had to travel at sea alone… his father had even hired her to remedy that problem after all so she could hardly be… the Nohzer closed the lid on the chest. “The girls and I can help wean him off that silly habit.” Having satisfied her curiosity, the assassin returned to the task she had been given. Mister Lelouch had not been specific on which books he wanted recovered, just the top shelf which was more than she could carry conventionally. Had she not managed to get her cloak torn up, Beatrix may have been able to bundle them all together but instead she had to turn to Lelouch’s bed sheets. The Aristocrat would not be sleeping here again, so she pulled the books free from the shelves and bundled them all onto the cotton duvet, tying up the ends to create a small sack to carry them. Tightening the knots, she hoisted the bundle over her shoulder and crept back towards the exit, slowing as she heard some commotion on deck. Part of the assassin had hoped for patience from Lelouch, that he would hide away until she returned with his books but it seemed that hope was in vain. Keeping one of her needles prepared, Beatrix edged out from below deck and observed the aftermath of the Aristocrat’s moment of pride. |
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| AngelMayLaugh | Jan 23 2013, 08:10 AM Post #52 |
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Gaining the attention of the marines, Lelouch hopped off of his steed's back. "Good work Chiisu," he rubbed the pink dinosaur on her side. Of the five or so marines on deck, about three of them stepped up to welcome the nobleman back to his boat. "Yous the man who owns this boat?" one of the marines asked as he hopped off of the deck. Lelouch moved forward as well, waling until he was about five meters away from the white-suited soldier. Thinking about it, the aristocrat realized he was dressed similarly to all of the marines currently near him; the only difference being that his outfit was expensive and made by the master craftsmen Domingo Suede and theirs were made by some two but sweatshop worker who was probably named Cuz Nguyen. "I am," the minor nobleman replied to the question of the marine. "And I'll ask you again, in case you didn't hear me before you idiotic dog of the state: what the hell are you doing on my-" he stopped and looked behind himself for a few seconds. Chiisu was dawdling around, not doing anything and was a few meters far from him to have touched him. Nevertheless, he felt a weird, tingling sensation reverberating throughout his rump. The young man hadn't even begun to feel the sensations until he had began walking on his own. Shrugging, he chalked it up to sitting too long and thought nothing of it further. "We are looking for you! Wait- you're Lelouch right? The one who has been causing a ruckus along with his partner in crime, Dirty Dan?" The marine asked. "Well, I won't deny being the great me, Lelouch di Berlitz, but... Dirty Dan? Who the hell is that?" Lelouch asked with a raised eyebrow, not knowing what the hell the marine was talking about. "Reports from the Kirdo- I mean islanders, have indicated two men: you, the terrorist, and another man who has been described as... filth personified..." The mouth of the nobleman gaped wide open. His brain took what the marine had said as an insult of the highest caliber. To assume that he, Lelouch di Berlitz would even associate with associates of associates of associates with that pile of feces... This marine was beyond retarded. "To associate me with that... that... filth ridden, feces-encrusted piece of-" Lelouch dug his hand into his pocket as he continued to speak, "Clearly you have lost your marbles. To even refer to I and it in the same sentence... You brought this upon yourself-" Lelouch quickly pulled a card from his pocket and held it up for all to see. On the card was a purple-colored man in boxer shorts(shorts that boxers wear) and wearing boxing gloves on his hands. The aristocrat began turning a similarly colored purple and secreting an ooze of that color. The ooze piled up about a yard in front of the man and slowly took the shape of the man on the card. "Moxx The Toxic Boxer!" Lelouch called out as the last of the Duelmon began to form. Like before, this one had a thick strand on its back that connected it to its creator. "He's in attack mode, by the way," the duelist warned as the construct of poison, which was as tall as it's manufacturer, was flung forward into the marine standing on the dock, knocking him backwards and out into the water. The remaining marines quickly grouped together into some kind of weird defensive formation, not wanting to be taken out like their peer. "We'll be promoted to Lieutenant Commanders if we take this guy down! Get into formation!" The men began striking weird poses that didn't seem like it would help them at all. The formation also looked janked, as though it were missing a vital member in the front. "All of our fathers were marines and so were their fathers! Even their fathers were marines! All of them were in the same platoon and passed down this sacred formation to the generation after. Formation Gamma G!" Spoiler: click to toggle The guy that was tackled into the water had managed to get himself on board the boat and kneel down to complete the pose. Not intimidated, amused or even taken aback by their shenanigans, or what he assumed were their shenanigans, Lelouch simply shook his head and began moving it to attack Dismissing the flair of having it walk and move as though it were an actual monster, the controller simply flung it towards the group and had it smash into them like a bowling ball. And like pins they were flicked into many directions, with the majority of them being thrown into the water. One had managed to hold on to the docks, but that was quickly remedied by the aristocrat driving his duelmon into the man, breaking the little foundation that the marine had. With all of the goobers driven away from the place he used to call his home, Lelouch dispersed the construct that he had created and his physical link to it. "What's taking her so long?" he asked himself as he began moving away from the ship and back over to his dinosaur. Stopping in front of the pink triceratops, he stood there and looked around for a few brief moments. It was then that the aristocrat was reminded of the woman's ability to turn invisible. Could she have been invisible and spying on him? The minor nobleman figured that the she seemed like the type of perverted woman to do such a thing from the way she had acted in the brief time that he had with her... "Now that I think about it, she also seems like the type of person to inappropriately touch my hindquarters..." It wasn't that he found the woman repulsive, it may have been quite the opposite, in fact. It was just that his father had paid and hired her and the young man didn't want anything from a woman that his father had purchased. There was a bit of bad blood between the two because of a dispute involving the whereabouts of Lelouch's younger sister, Feyris. Shoving all of that to the back of his mind, he hopped onto his dinosaur and began backing away off of the dock and back onto the rusty, solid land. "Hurry up Bee- woman! Lead us to the ship! What did you call it again? The name sounded familiar." Whenever the woman came out, he'd have been ready to follow behind her back through the town and onto the docks. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Jan 24 2013, 11:19 AM Post #53 |
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The soldiers had departed, a suspicious trail of purple goo leading off the edge of the vessel suggesting their absence had been enforced. Lelouch was not in the immediate vicinity of the ship too, though the assassin was quick to spot the aristocrat on the back of his treasured pet, sauntering away from the docks and beckoning for her. It took only a quick leap to catch him, Beatrix landing in step with the dinosaur and hanging the bundle of books on the end of Chiisu’s horn. “The Whamadoodle, Mister Lelouch! The finest barge to sail in paradise and it belongs entirely to you.” Assuming the lead, the Nohzer female guided the duo along the coastline. She maintained a wary eye on the red sea beside them, though no more sailors of justice appeared to apprehend them from the waters. Nor did she spot any amongst the rusty buildings of the village; those few locals that wandered the streets being too oblivious to the commotion caused at the distant Cango Village or the further afield Smelting Plant to raise any sort of alarm. “She has everything you could ever want and more! Why just last night I was enjoying the sweetest blueberry trifle beside her luxury pool! The moon was in full beam and the night air warm! I could not help but think what a shame it was for you to not be there, but now you will be!” Their destination was further from the main docks, the ship berthed beside the aged remains of two warships that had clashed and merged together before decaying for centuries as one. Beatrix had hoped sheltering the Whamadoodle in the shadow of that behemoth would help her avoid attention, yet as they turned into the small bay it became apparent that the sheer magnificence of the pleasure barge had prevailed. A small band of fishermen were admiring the ship from the shore, probably on the claim that the naval beauty deserved such keen eyed affection though Beatrix suspected that their lecherous gazes were probably focused on the entirely female crew shamelessly sunbathing in the afternoon heat. “Girls! I’m back!” Beatrix called out once they were close enough, her words drawing the attention of two bikini clad damsels. “OMG! Bea! Is that him?! Omgomgomg! It’s Lelouch!” Suddenly the bay was filled with squeals of wonder and excitement. Some of the girls rushed to see the aristocrat with their own eyes; others recalled their duty and retreated below deck to make preparations for their host. The on-looking fishermen, robbed of their considerable eye candy, started glaring in jealousy at the young nobleman and wished many ills upon him. Eventually, as sense overcame hysteria, a ramp descended from the side of the barge to the shore. “I’ll show you everything!” Beatrix exclaimed as the gangway settled, holding out her hand to the aristocrat and smiling. With the backdrop of temptation the Whamadoodle provided, the assassin afforded herself a small smirk as she glanced momentarily at the dinosaur steed of the nobleman. She did not understand why, but there was some rivalry between them that demanded the moment where she whisked away Lelouch to wonderland to be milked as some dramatic victory that would further entrench their conflicting agendas for the male. |
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| Rylaf | Jan 24 2013, 02:31 PM Post #54 |
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Quasar jumped up and down with the other scantily clad women onboard the Whamadoodle, entirely swept in the mood as they all squealed about excitedly, clasping hands, their hot, young, sweaty, toned bodies bouncing and colliding with one another midair. Sometime before... The lowborn knelt by the rotting corpse of Mawmaw Nguyen, nodding knowingly as he remarked, "Yep, she's pretty dead lol." Welp. Dusting himself off, he drew his weapon, preparing to severe the woman's head to bring back as a trophy to her cannibal sister. And then suddenly, he was tugged off the ground, his limbs dangling awkwardly as strong feelers wrapped about his body. "W-w-what the lol?!" The gigant butterflies triumphant cries buzzed almost inaudibly through the air. It had been days since the butterfly had had anything to eat, and just when it was about to give up, a long came strolling something... Precious. Those huge, chocolatey, meaty looking limbs were just to good to resist. But the creature immediately sensed something was wrong as its feelers tightened around it's prey. The supposed girth was nothing... an illusion?! The creature dribbled liquid, mouth foaming with rage as it ran its extensions over it's quarries bony body. Hissing in disgust as bug spit hit him all over the face, in retaliation, Quasar readjusted his grip on his sword and screamed at the insect, "Fuck you butterfly!" And with a single clean stroke, punched through the creature with his free hand, before roughly plummeting into the ocean, still intertwined with the massive bug. Sometime later before sometime before... Hushed voices buzzed about him indistinctly as Quasar came to, his entire being drenched from his impromptu dip, his body still wrapped in the corpse of his foe. Coughing roughly, he groaned, before collapsing forward weakly into the arms of a concerned looking female. "Girl are you alright?" Mumbling in tongues, he instinctively burrowed his face deeper into her bountiful chest, and began vigorously rocking his head back and forth while vibrating his lips. Giggling, the girl shoved him off her, allowing him to thud heavily into the ground as she skittered away, tapping her oddly colored nose before demuring, "Oh mah gaw$h girl, you crazy! Are you one of the new girls?" Leaning forward curiously, she noted the lowborns strange fashion accessory. "What are you wearing...?" Prying the butterflies corpse off the face of the "dirty girl, she gasped in surprised. "O-o-oh my god, you're beautiful..." And so he was. Cleansed of all the dirt, and shit, and dust and other accumulated crap that had stuck to his skin like an exoskeleton on his travels, having finally taken a "bath", Quasar's true form was revealed for the first time in all it's majesty. His skin was as pale and flawless as marble, transluscent as moonlight, the shock of his jetblack hair removed, and revealed, to be a shimmering glaze of platinum. His eyes shone brightly, a deep and electric shade of blue. Apparently, it wasn't only his skin that had been gunked up with shit all these years. Jamming a finger up his nose out of habit, Quasar diligently mined his nasal vents, unaware of his revealed beauty, as he crowed harshly, "Huh, what you on about bitch lol?" Squealing, the woman rushed forward and embraced him tightly, swinging him about as she screamed, "Oooooooh my godd, you're so cute!" Clinging tightly together, her fingers clamped around his face, holding him in place for better examination. "I was so scared you now! I was going to go to the beach and find some seashells to make a seashell necklace or something, but instead I found a body washed up here haha! Or should I say lol??" Releasing her grip, she threw him roughly against the floor and mounted him playfully as she continued. "I wasn't sure what to do! I mean, I knew what I should do, but what if you turned out to be a man or something! Oh my gosh, I'd just die. Did you get lost or something? You did huh! Oh my gosh, I'm so glad I found you, and just before we all get to meet Master Lelouch too!" Dismounting the woman roughly with a hard jerk of his hip, he scrambled to his feet and repeated sternly, "What you on about bitch lol?!" The woman ignored him, her hands exploring his chest. "Hmmm, you're a little flat, well, really flat, no boobs at all, but I guess your face makes up for that. Gosh, your clothes are a total mess though! Let's go back to the Whamadoodle and get you dressed up!" Skipping off quickly, she turned around and waved her arms, beckoning him to follow. Uh... Stumbling off after her, he inquired curiously, "Whats a boob lol?" Sometime now... Quasar cupped his hands, and bellowed roughly, "Aaaaaaaah, Master Lelouch, you're the best!!" |
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| AngelMayLaugh | Jan 24 2013, 04:43 PM Post #55 |
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The walk from the rusted, broken down old docks to the new docks wasn't exactly a thrilling experience and nothing of note happened. There was one minor annoyance that had manage to rear its head into Lelouch's space, however. A familiar woman managed to catch up to him while he was riding his dinosaur. Motioning to Beatrix that this woman was okay to not kill, he let her speak to his majesty. "Hey, Lelouch! Did you find Randy?" The duelist thought long and hard(read: fifteen seconds) about who this woman was that was talking to him. Then the memory came flooding back, popping a vein in his forehead. It was the Darkworld scumbagette, Halston. "Randy?" Lelouch considered himself a man of tact, but at this point, given how tired he was at the moment, he didn't really care. "He's dead. Some guy stabbed him." The woman's eyes widened and she stood there looking on in horror. The aristocrat turned his attention to the deathly black smoke pillar going up into the sky; it was coincidentally at the same location the smelting plant was. "It looks like there's something happening at the smelting plant. You might want to go get his body before it burns up or something. Some dirty guy was behind all of it, he's probably still around somewhere." The woman fell to her knees as Lelouch rode away on his pink steed. Tears exited her eyes like a faucet. The triceratops stopped at the command of its rider, who turned his head slightly to the side. "Oh yeah, your dog is dead. Wait- yeah, I mean your cat. Your cat, Halston's Dog is dead... I think." Finished, he hurried Chiisu along to catch up with the woman leading the way. The little time between exiting the village and actually getting to the ship itself was filled by the woman praising the beauty and luxuries of the ship. He had no reason to doubt her either, his father was a man who spared no expense for the finest things. The minor nobleman yawned as his entourage neared a group of fisherman that were all looking up and towards the same thing. From Lelouch's point of view, the men were just looking up at some rusty old relics that no one probably cared to maintain pass the first day of its creation. A few more steps would show what the men were all admiring; a marvelous, golden-colored ship fit for none other than those who called themselves a king... or at least aspired to be one before they moved on to the next life. The woman guiding him called out to those who she simply referred to as 'girls,' causing a massive flood of squeals to fill the airwaves. Even the aristocrat was taken aback by the welcome he received from the ship full of women. The only remotely similar situation he' ever experienced was when he arrived home from schooling and his little sisters all welcomed him back with squeals and hugs. The pale cheeks on the man's face began turning a bright red as he lifted himself off of his steed and stood beside Beatrix to await the dropping of the gangway. The jealous glares and sideways stares had no effect on the young man, as he was too busy looking up and admiring the women who all seemed to be very enthused by his arrival. Wait. Wait up. Wait one fucking minute. Was that a dude? A dude in his harem of color-nosed women? Squinting and pushing his neck forward, Lelouch did his best to see what was up with that. The guy drew attention to himself, having no colored nose on his face. He almost went unnoticed, given his bishounen looks. Assuming it was just some feminine guy who wanted to live out his dream doing the work of women while gossiping and all of that other jazz, the minor nobleman didn't ponder too much on it. The man was even yelling his name, which was odd and disturbed Lelouch ever so slightly. The pale young man shrugged it off as the path to the Whamadoodle settled before him. A hand was extended to him by the curvaceous woman. It was followed by an odd smirk that he wasn't sure how to make out, but her glance was directed behind him when she smirked so the man assumed it wasn't meant for him. Taking her hand, he was led up the ramp and onto the ship that he had heard so much about from her. "Impressive," he commented. Just looking at the deck impressed him greatly. Maybe it was because all of the giddy, beautiful women there, but the way that the ship was described to him by Beatrix was certainly living up to her words so far. "Actually," he started, remembering something that he wanted to do, "Is there a Den Den Mushi on this ship? I kind of need to make an important call... We can save the tour for afterwards though." Turning around, he saw his dinosaur climbing onto the ship. Just as he was, she was also greeted with squeals and comments on how cute she was. Though unlike him, she didn't seem to be too fond of all the women around her owner. "Could you girls do me a favor and bathe her? She has been associating with a few unmentionables and I don't want their stench plaguing this ship." Edited by AngelMayLaugh, Jan 24 2013, 04:44 PM.
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| ♠ Shamma | Jan 26 2013, 06:22 PM Post #56 |
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((this post sucks so much)) It was all going to plan! Though Lelouch only made the solitary remark on the Whamadoodle, the Nohzer’s overactive mind accredited several more compliments on his behalf that made her cheeks warm as she guided him onto the plush carpeted deck. The girls had really done a good job in preparing for the arrival of the nobleman, she could see banquet prepared by the party hub at the other side of the pool and they had even unfurled a small banner proclaiming ‘Welcome Master Lelouch!’. That they had all dressed as scantily as possible was just another boon. Yet he took to his new home in a manner that worried her. Lelouch the young perverted aristocrat was meant to ogle for several moments at the considerable eye candy before him, possibly faint from sheer joy or at the very least dive into the party vibe the crew of the Whamadoodle was attempting to play. By contrast, the real Lelouch was holding himself back and making a mature request for a snail phone. Worse, he even acknowledged the presence of his dinosaur, he was meant to be too overwhelmed to recall that she existed! Her paranoia vanished as quickly as it emerged though, the assassin finding strength in these familiar surroundings. Besides she had deducted the hidden message in Lelouch’s request, what a naughty boy he was suggesting they sneak below deck together so he could make an important call! “She’ll be the cleanest dinosaur to sail on the seas!” Beatrix tweeted with a broad smile, a sadistic grin hidden at the very heart of it. The girls would have to use the rough brushes to clean off all the muck the Triceratops had accumulated recently, plus everyone knew pets despised getting washed by anyone. “Now, follow me, Master Lelouch. There’s a Den Den Mushi in your personal suite!” There actually was a snail phone in his room. The designers had decided it would only be sensible for the master bedroom to have the means to call the rest of the ship as well as others in comfort. After all, comfort and luxury were the key terms on which the pleasure barge was created, demonstrated aptly as the Nohzer guided the new owner of the ship towards his personal chambers. They passed the pool and banquet on deck, descending down the winding staircase to the lounge area where Lelouch was greeted with more cries of joy and excitement. Eventually the duo was able to navigate through the mass of admirers and reach the double doors to his suite down the hall. “There’s two keys.” Beatrix explained, placing one key in the nobleman’s palm and then using the other to open the door. “One for you and one for me.” The doors opened onto a room comparable in size with the large lounge they had just vacated. The eager Nohzer skipped straight to the bed; a king sized, heart shaped thing with purple sheets and a mountain of duelmon plushies stacked up amongst the pillows. She perched on the very tip of the heart, eyeing the male as he took in his surroundings. “Is this going to be a very long call, Master?” |
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| AngelMayLaugh | Jan 27 2013, 06:07 AM Post #57 |
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((my plan all along)) Lelouch triple checked the women with colored noses on the ship. He then nodded at Chiisu, giving her the okay to go along with them. None of them seemed suspicious or seemed to bare any sort of malevolence from what he could tell. The only one who raised a flag, still, was the bishounen-looking guy that was out of place amongst the pretty women. After raising an eyebrow at the man, he turned away once his triceratops was led away and off to be scrubbed down. The hired woman was a little too enthusiastic about answering his question an extremely willing to lead the nobleman to his room, the place where the telephonic snail was located. The walk to the man's personal quarters was a bit... overwhelming for the pale aristocrat. The sheer number of women that squealed and carried on in excitement after every step that he took was just unthinkable. His cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red while wading through the crowd. The man felt like a rock star getting ready to take the stage for a performance and every single member of the audience was an overzealous groupie preparing to throw their panties on stage during the performance. After tanking a few sensual touches, compliments and two pinches on the cheeks that were nowhere near his face, Lelouch and the woman who seemed to be acting as his personal assistant finally broke through the crowd and reach the halls to his room. "Uh," Lelouch scratched his head as he listened to the woman say that she was keeping a key to his room for herself. Lelouch never even gave any of his one girlfriends a key to the wing of the mansion that he occupied back home. And they had been going steady for six months! Depositing the key in his pocket with his Duelmon cards, he nodded. "I'll assume that you have my best interests in mind when keeping that key. I'll have to ask you to not use that whenever you please and to always knock unless I'm not responding." As he finished speaking, the door was opened and he proceeded through behind the holder of the second key. The room was quite large, though smaller than the master bedroom of his wing at home on Neptunia. There was nothing to complain about though, it was several times larger than the room back on his little temp ship. This room had a better design than either room though, having white walls and flooring and purple furniture. The heart-shaped bed was a bit... odd for a room that wasn't being occupied by a couple. Not to mention the plushies, which were a bit childish, though he appreciated the fact that they were Duelmon themed at least. As the woman with the colored nose took a seat on a bed, Lelouch removed his scarf and began undoing his shirt. Walking towards the bed while undoing the last button, Lelouch smiled at the woman's question. while standing above her and removing his shirt. "I hope so," he said, bending over and placing his white shirt on the bed. "I'm going to call back home- my little sister Nunally," the young man said with enthusiasm in his voice. The aristocrat walked over to the desk with a purple snail on it and took a seat. Before he even picked it up, the man turned back around to Beatrix. "I'm tired of this island, we need to set sail already. I'll be up later to navigate a course after I take a nap. You may excuse yourself now." Lelouch turned back around to look down at the Den Den Mushi. He tried his best to remember what the number was to his little sister's personal line, not wanting to have one of their servants pick up the phone by a mistake and have them freaking out and connecting him to his father. Once the nohzer was gone, Lelouch made the call to his little sister. "Hello?" A meek, female voice answered the call. The voice provided a bit of nostalgia, as the young man hadn't heard it in forever. "Nu-Nunally!" the big brother called out. There was a hefty length of catching up between the two before they got to the nitty gritty. "Nunnally, I need you to do a favor for your dear brother," he started. "In my wing of the mansion, in the second room of the third floor. In the nightstand drawerer next to the bed are some documents, I need those to be sent to me." There was a pause before Nunally spoke up. "Brother! Are you finally going-" "Yes. Thank you for doing this for me Nunally, you're the best. I'll talk to you soon." After he finished speaking with his sister, Lelouch went over to the bed and plopped himself down onto it. He kicked off his shoes and grabbed the Dark Wizard Girl plushie to his right before fading off into the Dream World. |
✉ Head Courier ✉ Weapon Specialist/Courier ✉ WORMS Division Beli: 50,750,000![]() Location: Skypiea, Grand Line [Sky Islands] Ϯ Enlightened Servant Ϯ Weapon Specialist/Martial Artist Ϯ Hot Rockets Ϯ Beli: 90,000,000 Ϯ![]() Location: Raijin Island, New World [Row One] ✄ Fashion Star ✄ Inventor/Designer/Merchant ✄ Fiore ✄ Beli: 61,105,000 Location: Couture Island, Grand Line [Sea Train Zone] | |
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| ♠ Shamma | Jan 27 2013, 08:48 AM Post #58 |
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“Oh, Master! You have such a way with words! Talululu~” He didn’t, but that wasn’t the point. As the nobleman drew upon a sudden boldness to start disrobing in front of her, Beatrix decided to nurture it and even comply by slipping loose the shoulder straps on her red dress. It was only a petite thing that could easily be stripped away in an instant if she wished, yet a practiced professional like herself could make the removal of such a garment take an age, with the observer enticed by every slow movement… “Huh?” Lelouch was not enticed. He was actually making a fucking phone call. Beatrix watched dumbstruck as the naïve man plodded over to the desk, frozen midway through easing down the strap on her left shoulder. Was he really so oblivious to the mood in the room or just the ultimate tease? Why would he just take of his shirt before talking to his stupid little sister?! Lelouch was a sadist. That was the only reasonable explanation; he was just tormenting her like some helpless plaything! She, the great seductress had been completely played by this depraved genius! She clung desperately to such logic until Lelouch innocently shot it down. “Y-you want me to go? I…I guess… ok?” Beatrix quickly vacated the room and locked the door behind her. Fortunately no one else was dwelling in the corridor, so her mishap had not been overheard. To be rejected from the bedroom like that was a death knell in Nohzer society, even as the alpha of the pack on this vessel, the other girls might detect weakness in her leadership if they were to learn of the events that had just transpired! The assassin did not hang around to grant them the opportunity, walking a few paces down the hall to the next door and entering into a small side room where her things had been kept. Only when inside and with the door locked behind her did the composed mask break away, Beatrix sinking down to her knees on the floor. “What sort of stupid… who does that? He must have a little sister complex or something equally ridiculous! Plays dumb kid card games, can barely jog a few meters! How am I meant to turn that into a man!” Impossible! Killing a guy was so much easier than loving him it seemed, the Nohzer scornfully looking through her things for the actual contract she had signed. She found it amongst folders and held her blade against it for a short while, contemplating cutting it to shreds to null the agreement. Two things stopped her; the payment sum at the bottom of the article and the realisation that she needed to make this contract work or risk being expelled from the League of Nohzer Assassins. She would not know where to go without the league’s guidance, she also knew too much! They would probably have one of her former associates track her down and tie up loose ends if she tried to run away. With an angry sigh, she rolled the document back up. She had to make that useless pervert a man somehow. As a Nohzer, it was expected of her to seduce nobleman like Lelouch, even if it required every depraved trick in the book. “We’ll see how well you resist my charm later, onii-chan~” fin |
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Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot Rockets • Bounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • Fiore • Rank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line Other Characters
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| ♠ The Unspeakable | Feb 15 2013, 01:10 PM Post #59 |
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AML - 35 SD, 17.5M Beli Rylaf - 8 SD, 4M Beli Shamma - 23 SD, 11.5M Beli Lelouche finds the following book:
This really would have made more sense if I'd just ignored the Rylaf posts. I don't know what to say. AML, it was mostly all a pleasure to read, but I didn't count the Yugioh stuff at full value. That would have been great on a Yugioh RP site, or for a contest or such, but not in the site canon. Shamma, your character is exactly the same as the last time, except now with an assassin gimmick. Fun to read as ever, but I don't see why you needed a scoop for this. Just as I said earlier, Rylaf, your posts were often funny but never appropriate for site canon. You received some deducts for the most blatant shit, but I did my best to actually count what you bothered to do that could vaguely be considered in-character plot-driving RP so that you wouldn't get nothing. I feel like other mods may not have been as generous. I've got no problem if you've given up on RPing your character here or whatever, but please do not do so in the site canon. Oh yeah, dino gets the hito hito. Somebody tell C0n to go mark it on the DF list if it's not already there. Edited by The Unspeakable, Feb 15 2013, 01:27 PM.
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