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Post by kuro on Jun 24, 2009 10:46:38 GMT -5
Kuro smirked then laughed a bit"Sakura I'm well aware that sorry doesent change anything but I ment what I said" he chuckled as he suddenly heard a new person approch them" who is this Sakura a friend of yours" he added as he looked at the newcomer cautiously then laughed a bit when he asked sakura for a kiss"thats a good one but trust me getting a kiss from Sakura isent that easyKuro added a smile never leaving his face as he leaned back agsint his tree and started to sketch and draw a weapon design if was a sword that used the energy wing system he was working also on trying to make it better then the MVS"hmm I need to make it slimmer or it will be to bulky for the battle field" he muttered to himself
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Sakura Shizuka
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Jun 24, 2009 12:37:15 GMT -5
“Sakura I'm well aware that sorry doesn’t change anything but I meant what I said" Sakura blinked, a bored expression on her face.
“Uh huh.” She said simply, turning once again in a motion to leave. Hey, there was no point in staying was there? It was only by sheer luck on her side and sheer stupidity on his that she wasn’t in cuffs right now. She wasn’t about to push her luck farther than she already had. Plus she needed her tea. The constant throbbing in her head was becoming a little too prominent for Sakura’s liking. And for some reason, her annoyance-radar was buzzing…
‘Why do I have the feeling that someone’s com-
“Well, I’m clearly joining the conversation at the wrong time. I would have brought marshmallows if I had known there would be singing involved.” Snapping her eyes straight, Sakura felt the buzz in her head become louder. Ah. There we go. Source of annoyance alert found. Sighing slightly, Sakura pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to ease her headache. Lucien Darcy. Flamboyant Playboy Extraordinaire. Perfect Just what she needed right now. Sakura opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off.
“who is this Sakura a friend of yours" Sakura closed her mouth, her eyes shut in annoyance as her hand flew back to the bridge of her nose. ‘Bloody interrogating idiot..’ She thought darkly, muttering a few words revolving around ‘Britannians’ and ‘nosey parkers.’ Well, having him ask her this meant one thing: dude did not know Lucien. Which was good. Would be a thorn in her side if he did.
Eyes still shut, Sakura pinched the bridge of her nose again, grimacing slightly. “That would be none of your con-
“Can the thoughtful messenger get a kiss for his trouble?” Sakura snapped her head up (only to mentally curse herself afterwards), her eyes wide.
“What the hell are you- Sakura paused as her eyes finally fell upon the thermos that Lucien was carrying. Staring at it for a few seconds, a faint scent caught Sakura’s nose. Was that….tea? Green tea? Glancing back up to Lucien who was still grinning his infamous grin, Sakura felt her mouth drop slightly in shock. Had he….was he…did he seriously just…wow.
As a solider, Sakura had been trained to be prepared for most scenarios. But no training in frigid weather or blazing heat could ever prepare her for this: Lucien being pure-hearted. It just never happened. Usually the guy had a certain…price…for his services, to put it nicely. Sure he just asked for a kiss, but it was on the cheek. Nothing compared to what he usually called for. And just the act alone of bringing her tea…amazed her.
“Did you come all this way…just to give me tea?” Sakura asked softly before smiling one of her rare genuine smiles at Lucien, gratitude evident on her face. “Thank y-
“That’s a good one but trust me getting a kiss from Sakura isn’t that easy.” The smile vanished from Sakura’s face, replaced in a heartbeat with one of annoyance. She had forgotten about Kuro. Feeling her eyebrow twitch slightly, Sakura glanced back at Kuro, a challenging look in her eye. So guy thought he knew her like the back of his hand, eh? Some Britannian Spawn? She fought back the urge to snort. Cute. Turning back to Lucien, Sakura stared up at his waiting cheek for a few seconds. If it had been any other day or any other scenario, Sakura would have bonked the fellow redhead over the head, calling him something along the lines of ‘horny bastard’ and how it would be improper of her as Commander to do something like that. But it was today. She was peeved. Lucien had brought her tea. He asked for a simple repayment. Some Brit thought he knew her as if they were biffs. Sakura felt her head twang at the thought. Ugh.
Leaning up, Sakura placed a delicate kiss on Lucien’s offered cheek, allowing herself to remain there for a few seconds longer than usual, just out of sheer spite. Once she was done, Sakura smiled warmly at Lucien as she took the thermos. “Thank you Darcy. I appreciate it.”
"hmm I need to make it slimmer or it will be to bulky for the battle field" Sakura’s ears twitched slightly. What was this she was hearing? Sketches for future Knightmare Frames? She grinned slightly to herself. Ahh the stupidity of some people~
Looking back up to Lucien, Sakura tilted her head slightly. “I trust you’ll be staying for some? You did come all this way and all…” she said as she motioned for Lucien to follow her back to the edge of the lake. Hey, Princy-Boy over here was blabbering something about the Knightmare Frames for Britannia. It would be stupid of her to leave now. Whether or not staying here would be beneficial was another story. Fact was that she had her tea and a lovely little chatterbox to keep her entertained.
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Yekaterina Tsurugi
Black Knights
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The pawns are the soul of the game.
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Post by Yekaterina Tsurugi on Jun 24, 2009 13:41:41 GMT -5
Approaching the edge of the lake, Yekaterina had again her earlier disguise on sans the wig - it was hot enough without something related to fur cap baking her head. Her hair, though, was now on a neat bun instead of the usual ponytail she preferred to wear, and as there was pretty much no one in sight anymore, she had finally had the chance to take out and light up the beloved kiseru pipe of hers. Taking a deep breath and blowing out some smoke, she could but shake her head in frustration. Really now - she growled - were the kami-samas up there so bored that they had to make her getting tea so difficult? Britannians. Again. Everywhere. A cold chill ran through her spine - not out of fear, but more like pure disgust. And all this for a specific amount of one specific tea... A sign for her to break off from it? And Britannia was to stop being arrogant and ruthless world dominator - no, not going to happen. Anything for tea.
Getting nearer and nearer the lake, Yekaterina began to hear voices of others. Clearly a conversation, between two, no, three persons - more she couldn't hear at the moment, not even if the voices sounded familiar or not. Were they to be some Britannians... She snorted, a scorning look making it's way on her face. Her luck today, eh? Screw it.
But as the path curved and she got close enough to see the others - before they would notice her - her expression softened a bit. Who she saw were indeed a trio, only one of them being someone still left unidentified by her. Her Commander-in-Chief, and Darcy... Though the latter made her lift an eyebrow a bit, as it was a slight surprise to see also him there. But as she got closer and recognized also the third, all possible gladness sure went 'poof' from her face. The third person was a Britannian, yes, as she had expected - but. She recognized him, the 4th Prince.
She halted. A prince down there - seemingly casually in her Commander's presence just like that. But there seemed to be no trap, no actual enemy in the situation - as much as Yekaterina tried to sense and observe it, she found nothing alarming, nothing like that. Like she'd just had to believe the situation. Well. She considered of simply hiding and staying as an invisible backup for her comrades if something were to happen - but seeing her Commander making a move to leave but then suddenly turn back woke her interest. She had heard the prince mumble something, but Sakura's action made it look like she had just heard something actually important. Something also Yekaterina might have wanted to hear. And, she had finally gotten close enough to notice the thermos in possession of Lucien. So...
With a polite, almost invisible bow towards Sakura, she stepped to them. "Now you seem to share a pretty interesting conversation here... Mind if I join?"
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Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy
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Post by Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy on Jun 24, 2009 19:10:39 GMT -5
So the little prince seemed to have a big mouth. Rather eager to chit-chat. Did they know each other? Lucien mused on the possibility for a while but didn’t turn his innocent expression from Sakura. There would be plenty of time to focus his attention on the prince, plenty of time to have his fun. First he would get his scolding from Sakura, then go to the prince for comfort.
“What the hell are you-”
The edges of Lucien’s mouth twitched a bit, widening his grin in sheer glee. That was exactly what he wanted. A nice surprised reaction when she realized what he had brought for. The expression would have been enough, just that look in her eyes, but watching her draw drop a bit was enough to almost make Lucien giggle in delight. Almost, but not quite. He still had to play is little innocent self.
“Did you come all this way…just to give me tea.?” The glee lessened a bit in Lucien’s eyes at the smile Sakura gave him. She must have needed the tea more than he thought. Just how long had she been talking with this kid? Or had something else gotten to her earlier. More division trouble? That would certainly be something to get on her nerves really fast and accelerate her need for tea. It took a bit of his playfulness away to realize just how much she actually needed the tea, but it didn’t make him smile any less. “Thank y-”
“That’s a good one, but trust me getting a kiss from Sakura isn’t that easy.”
Oh hell no. This kid, this Britannian brat did not just interrupt his expression of gratitude from Sakura. Who did this kid think he is, and what was a royal doing out and about without a guard anyway? Lucien was used to the little rebel ditching her guards, but this kid? Just wait till Lucien got his hands on him. Then he’ll wish he had his protective detail. And how dare he think that he knew Sakura better than Lucien? Luci didn’t claim to know Sakura as well as Anju or even Yekaterina, but he knew how to read her, and her reaction told him this kid was grasping at straws. He didn’t know her. Maybe he wished he did, but that was a fantasy that Lucien would have to set straight very quickly.
The redhead kept his eyes away from Kuro and managed not to let a frown dampen his grin, but was about to turn and comment anyway when Sakura’s lips touched his cheek. Green eyes widened a bit in surprise. No smack? No scolding? No sighing? She actually gave him his kiss… and was still giving it, Lucien noted. Not just a kiss, but a lingering one. Lucien would be excited if he didn’t get the distinct impression that it had nothing to do with his cute and charming self. “Thank you Darcy. I appreciate it.”
Lucien’s grin dimmed a bit to something closer to a sincere smile. “You’re quite welcome. You seem to need it more than I thought you did.” He said, as his eyes slid over to Kuro, now scanning the man more completely. Dark haired. Bright eyed. Not exactly Lucien’s type. More like a puppy to be played with. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be fun to play with though. Lucien liked puppies.
“Hmm I need to make it slimmer or it will be too bulky for the battlefield.”
Especially stupid puppies. They were always the most fun.
“I trust you’ll be staying for some? You did come all this way and all…”
‘Oh Commander, you should know better.’ Lucien thought as his grin returned.
“Now you seem to share a pretty interesting conversation here... Mind if I join?”
Lucien glanced to his side and gave Yekaterina a softer grin than the one he held on sakura. “Now when have you known me to turn down company?” Lucien teased before turning back to the Commander in Chief. “Well, Sakura, that would depend on what I’ll be staying for.” Lucien told her coyly, eagerly following Sakura’s beckoning. “You know tea is not my drink. Are you offering company? Perhaps of the more intimate sort?” Lucien slid an arm around her waist and rested his hand on her hip as they walked toward the shore, pulling her closer to him. “Or we could always go for a dip in the lake… no suit required.” Green eyes slid back to the lonely prince before looking back to Sakura. “We could even invite your new friend to join us and Yekaterina of course.”
Sure he understood the potential gain from staying, but that didn’t mean that there couldn’t be more fun to be had. Business came first though, if Sakura demanded it, so Lucien leaned down to whisper in her ear perhaps a bit closer than necessary. You never know, the kid could be bugged. “Do you want to listen, or can I play with the pup?”
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Luella Vi Britannia
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Fourth Princess of the Imperial Family[M:2400]
?Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.?
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Post by Luella Vi Britannia on Jun 24, 2009 20:11:52 GMT -5
Breathing deeply Luella smelled the scent she hadn't smelled in a very long time. The smell of the city, of cars and roads, mixed with the smell of nature which came from the trees and lake. She had only just arrived back to the inards of Japan and was still getting used to the city life. No mission for her today. No she was here to relax before she had her big reuniting with her siblings,which she still wondered how she was going to do that, so she did not wear the make up and contacts that would come with it.
Her platinum blonde hair, unrestrained and lightned from her original dirty blonde from lack of sunlight, ran past her back curling at her knees. Forest green eyes blinked up at the clouds laced with just a hint of malice as she watched Britannians roaming the Japanese's homeland. Her once tan complection ,that she had when she was little, was pale and white from those years when she had 'disappeared'. Luella wore a simple black dress that ended above her knees. Underneath she wore a pair of black yoga pants that bunched up at her ankles right before her sandals. The glove on her right hand covering the birthmark that would be the proof that she indeed was Luella Vi Britannia a princess of Britannia.
Spinning she turned her attention to something not that far in the distance. Lake Kuwaguchi. Her next destination that she had as she explored the city. Tapping a sandaled foot she hastily started walking to it. She ran her nails along her hip as she stared at the lake as it got closer. It was so.... so
"Beautiful." Luella whispered as she stared along the lake. As she stared at the lake she halted as she heard the sounds of voices. Tensing up she turned her attention to them. Not being able to see them quite clearly she walked towards the sound. Even now she was a curious child. But now she knew how to be cautious. Walking close enough to see them she started to study them .
One was a red head ,female by the looks of it, and had a thermos in her hand. Next to her was another red head. Though the color seemed a bit lighter. And if she was correct was a male. Then another female with her hair in a bun. She bowed to the first female.
"So she's obviously important for something." Luella muttered to herself.
Finally she turned her attention to the final man. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in his appearance. His posture. Everything about him shook Luella to the core. Placing a steady hand on her mouth she whimpered slightly. She had been prepared for almost anything. Apparently in the almost category was her brother. Her full blooded brother.
Shaking her head she calmed herself and decided to 'join' the conversation. She had noticed that the other three weren't to fond of her older brother which ment that they were probably a resistance of somesort. That and she had seen her brother sketching. And if she knew Kuro like she thought she did then they would be Knightmare frames on that page.
Besides She told herself. The only thing that makes me look anything like how I did as a child is my birthmark and that's neatly hidden. Just to make sure she tightened her glove for safe measure.
"Ok here we go." Luella muttered to herself as she crawled round back of them and up into the tree undetected. Swinging around so she was right behind Kuro she grinned as she saw the drawings. She was right. Smiling to herself she made her entrance. Which consisted of sitting on the branch right above the prince and smirking.
"Yo." Luella said right at Kuro. Hopefully startling him. She then turned her attention to the other male of the party.
“You know tea is not my drink. Are you offering company? Perhaps of the more intimate sort?Or we could always go for a dip in the lake… no suit required.We could even invite your new friend to join us and Yekaterina of course. ” Luella quickly deduced that the other lady was name Yekaterina before she clapsed her hand across her mouth and chuckled. Whoever he was he sure was entertaining.
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Post by kuro on Jun 25, 2009 14:16:54 GMT -5
Kuro smirked a bit when he saw Sakuras face turn to one of annoyence as he put his pad of paper away then he noticed that Lucien was eyeing him"Oi quite looking at me like that or I'll make sure you don't see ever again" he growled as he suddenly heard the new person show up he suddenly scowled this was bad he was outnumbered now and he didnt like that but he had a plan if they attacked"Well this is quite interesting we are gathering quite a group here" he said simply as he slwoly reached up his sleach for his button to alert the guards if something happened but it just looked like he was adjusting his sleeve. Kuro narrowed his eyes when he heard Lucien mentioned sometihng about intiment company"and why would I hang out with you perverted playboy" he whispered under his breath before he felt the presence of another and he looked up and saw another girl this one looked like noblity and he smiled politely." hello miss what brings you here today" he said being a gentleman as he looked around calmly looking at everyone as if studying them
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Sakura Shizuka
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Jun 25, 2009 16:26:52 GMT -5
“Now you seem to share a pretty interesting conversation here... Mind if I join?” Sakura turned her head around. That voice. Wasn’t that…
Sure enough, standing tall and proud was the Secretary General of the Black Knights, Yekaterina Tsurugi. Sakura noticed the woman’s somewhat of a disguise and mentally applauded her. At least some members of the Black Knights had brain cells. She caught the almost invisible nod of greeting that was delivered in her direction, and Sakura felt her head tilt in response reflectively
“Hello Tsurugi. Would you like some tea? Darcy was kind enough to bring some.” Sakura said, lifting the thermos in indication as she turned back and began to walk towards the lake.
“Now when have you known me to turn down company?” Emerald eyes rolled slightly. That Lucien. Typical response. Sakura glanced at the thermos cradled in her arms, a smile tugging the corners of her mouth as she neared the edge of the lake. Oh how she felt like a complete bitch for calling Lucien a perverted playboy…turns out the man was not a complete horny-self serving-lust filled pervert that she had thought. Turns out the man can be a decent, honest, genuine-
“Well, Sakura, that would depend on what I’ll be staying for.” Cue radar flaring. Sakura paused mid-step, her eyebrow instinctively beginning to twitch. No, Lucien was being normal for once…he wasn’t being some sex-deprived playboy. “You know tea is not my drink. Are you offering company? Perhaps of the more intimate sort?” He was. Sakura felt a hand snake around her and soon found her personal air bubble space being violated. Biting back a groan of annoyance, Sakura’s eye soon joined her eyebrow and a dejected sigh escaped her mouth. She had hopes. They were dashed. It was too good to be true she supposed. Pity. “Or we could always go for a dip in the lake… no suit required.” The eye continued to twitch, in a slightly more noticeable manner now. This guy…it was only due to sheer pride and sake of face that Sakura did not have Lucien pinned to the ground, complete with pointy object. Honestly! Had the man no shame? Did he not realize that they were in blatant view of the public eye?
Sakura paused slightly. Well. That probably would make it all the more appealing to sex maniac, wouldn’t it? Sakura blinked dryly to herself as she glanced up at Lucien, an eyebrow raised slightly. Yea. An audience. Just what the guy likes. Perfect. “We could even invite your new friend to join us and Yekaterina of course.” Another eye twitch. This one on borderline of violent. ‘Friend?’ Was Lucien implying that Sakura was friends with a royal? She turned her head to look at the man, her eyes sending him ‘Are you a dumbass? Rhetorical version’ look. Seriously. Did she look like she was bosom buddies with this guy? Did she not radiate happiness at his arrival (lets ignore the fact that he had tea with him..)? Wasn’t it obvious that the only reason she was staying was because Kuro seemed to like to talk about Britannian weaponry!? Sakura opened her mouth to talk, but was beaten to it by Lucien.
“Do you want to listen, or can I play with the pup?”
Okaaayyy….a little too close for comfort there by the ears…
Sakura blinked twice, slightly caught off guard by the proximity. Her voice got caught in her throat at the feeling of his breath against her ears, causing a tiny squeak to emit from her voice box. Quickly composing herself, however, Sakura leaned back towards Lucien, a tender smile on her face. Her cheek muscles screamed in protest. “First of all Darcy, it’s ‘Shizuka’ to you…’ Sakura began, but deep inside she knew it was in vain. No matter how many times she told Lucien to refer to her by her last name, he always called her ‘Sakura.’ She was convinced it was just to annoy her. Sad thing was that she fell for it every time. “Secondly, what have I told you about the air bubble? No invasions allowed, remember?” she said sweetly as she delivered a sharp poke to the redhead’s side. “And thirdly…” Sakura’s eyes flashed back to Kuro. Seems he had realized her intentions and had put away his papers, much to her displeasure. She saw Kuro’s mouth moved slightly and she caught fragments of his sentence. Something along the lines of ‘pervert’ and ‘playboy’ followed by a look of disgust.
Sakura’s eyes narrowed to slits. Did he just insult her darling Darcy? In front of her? Twice? Another eyebrow twitch, the source, for once, not coming from the redhead behind her. The first comment earlier had been bad enough, but Sakura had let it slide-after all, it was to be expected coming from a Prince. But to go and verbally bash Lucien twice? And did he honestly expect her not to react? “Baka.” No one called Lucien a ‘perverted playboy’ except her! Especially not some Britannian swine! Sakura’s right hand found itself firmly clasped around her sword, her posture signaling that she was ready to draw. It was only due to the presence of yet another individual that Sakura did not act on her instinct.
"Yo." Sakura snapped her head up to see a platinum blond young girl, sitting on a branch behind Kuro. Well…she didn’t look Japanese, that much was sure. Britannian noble? Sakura didn’t recognize her, but judging from her clothes she wasn’t some pauper. An acquaintance of Kuro’s? Hell if she knew.
Sakura simply eyed the girl, her gaze neutral yet she let go of her grip on her sword. No need to cause dramatics while Female Blondie was here. Sakura stared blankly at Kuro and this new female for a few seconds before tilting her head back towards Lucien, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“You deserve a little fun. Go play.”
There were many things that came with the arrival of a flamboyant male prostitute. Awkward situations, screams of frustration and the occasional smiting were the most common. However, perhaps one of the most overlooked aspects of having such a character on your side was the privileges that came with him. Being able to mentally scar your enemy in the most flamboyant fashion was one of them.
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Yekaterina Tsurugi
Black Knights
Secretary General[M:3564]
The pawns are the soul of the game.
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Post by Yekaterina Tsurugi on Jul 16, 2009 19:35:27 GMT -5
“Hello Tsurugi. Would you like some tea? Darcy was kind enough to bring some.” Yekaterina took a draught of her pipe, slightly lifting an eyebrow. That was a rare one - 'Darcy' and 'bringing tea' in the same sentence. Unexpected - though getting something unexpected from him was usually quite expectable - but when it was something seemingly as harmless as this it was actually surprising for real. Though Yekaterina was sure that in the end, the tea wouldn't be given to them just like that, for free from Lucien. Now that would have been unexpected, which made the Secretary General glance towards Lucien, her face soon having a bit crooked but not unkind a smile on them. "Oh, now was he?" She blew out some smoke and turned back to her Commander. "Guess I can't miss the opportunity then. All the trouble for carrying some tea here... Double the reward with two enjoying of it, or what? And I know you don't mind - but try and get me into the lake, and you'll be enjoying some tea also - from my stock." She smirked, throwing another glance for Lucien. It was a rare feeling for her nowadays - she had actually began to grasp something called 'good mood'. But of course she wasn't allowed to enjoy the feeling for too long - and what else would have been there to disturb it than a Britannian. And what a surprise indeed - a royal one.
"Oi quite looking at me like that or I'll make sure you don't see ever again" was near to make a certain smoking woman swing her hand 'whoops, a bit carelessly' for the burning ashes from her pipe to accidentally hit some certain Brit brat prince's eyes. But no - she was civil, after all, unlike some other certain representatives of their nationality. The smile still colored her face, but as her gaze turned towards the prince the expression behind it was solid ice straight from the never melting glaciers of Siberia.
And as if it hadn't been enough - of course it never was for the swines - the Brit brat just continued to insult Lucien. Yekaterina heard it very well as well. And it just had to be Lucien - always him if he was present. It just showed how narrow-minded people were - of course she knew that it didn't require an enemy to disregard Lucien, but they never made an exception when some other man could have even tried. Well. Be it so then. Lucien was closer to Sakura, and Yekaterina waited for her Commander's reaction - though she could imagine very well what she would think of the swine grunting its insults as well. But then she also heard the yet another voice which revealed the platinum blonde in the tree having also made her way to their presence. Well, wasn't that what they needed now the most - Yekaterina's eyes narrowed as much a Sakura's had a bit earlier - another Britannian. Well, at least she disturbed the prince, him turning to talk to her instead. Just like that. From insults to a smooth gentleman in seconds - a prodigy of a proper Britannian indeed. But, she wouldn't miss the opportunity. And from what she saw, reading her Commander's lips when she whispered something to Lucien, some quite perfect opportunity it was. Taking a draught of her pipe once again, she casually took some steps closer to the prince, then halting to wait for Lucien get to it. Honestly, after the day she had had to put up with, she herself wouldn't have minded some playing either. She was tired of all of it - of course some tea would have helped out a bit, but no, now was not yet the time for it. "Well, if the caress of the waves is what you desire, then why don't you indeed ask our new friend to join you, eh, Darcy? He would probably love to."
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Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy
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Post by Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy on Aug 9, 2009 18:44:23 GMT -5
“Oi, quit looking at me like that, or I’ll make sure you don’t see ever again.” Lucien raised an eyebrow at the boy’s remark and glanced back to him for a moment. He didn’t know what the boy was so upset about. It wasn’t like there was anything impressive to look at, and Lucien certainly hadn’t done anything… invasive. Not yet anyway. With any luck he would at least earn the anger and disgust that Kuro had displayed. But not right now. Kuro was just feeding the fire right now. It just made Lucien want to play with him that much more.
Kuro might not have liked Lucien looking at him, but Sakura seemed to like his proximity to her ear even less. And the squeak that came out of her mouth first made Lucien grin. He was used to the dry looks, the whacks to the head, the sighing, and the eye twitching. This new sound wasn’t one that he had heard before, but it was certainly one he would attempt to get her to reproduce in the future. “First of all Darcy, it’s ‘Shizuka’ to you…” Lucien chuckled slightly. Again with this ‘Shizuka’ nonsense. She could ask or tell him to call her it all she wanted, but Lucien wasn’t very fond of last names as a form of address. That wasn’t so much a European thing, unless it’s attached to a title. (In which case Lucien preferred just the title.) Last names were for targets mostly, or for identifying people by family. They weren’t for direct address. Not in Lucien’s opinion anyway. “Secondly, what have I told you about the air bubble? No invasions allowed, remember?”
Lucien squirmed at the poke, but still grinned at his beloved commander. “Oh, of course. It completely slipped my mind.” Lucien’s face was a picture of innocence, but he made no attempt to get himself out of Sakura’s air bubble. Technically she hadn’t asked him to move. She just said that invasions weren’t allowed. Was that rule retroactive? Lucien didn’t think so, so he was perfectly content to stay where he was until he was told to do otherwise… or until he got bored.
“And thirdly…” Lucien nodded his head slightly, listening attentively to what Sakura had to say, but he tilted his head when she suddenly turned her attention back to Kuro. This Britannian brat was just spoiling all his fun today, and Lucien sighed slightly in response. Never mind the fact that he was interrupting his scolding from Sakura, the kid was just upsetting her some more… and he’s put his papers away, which was just no fun in itself.
A pout started to curved Lucien’s lips and he was about to demand attention again when he saw Sakura’s hand grasp the hilt of her sword. As amusing as it would have been, Lucien put his hand on top of Sakura’s just as Luella arrived. “Ah, ah, ah. No need to cause a scene. Not like that anyway. Go sit and have your tea.” Lucien patted her hand, giving her a slightly softer smile. Some part of him appreciated the fact that Sakura wouldn’t stand for anyone else insulting him, and as much as he wanted to bask in that, he didn’t think it was a good idea to let Sakura cause trouble on his account.
Keeping his hand on top of Sakura’s, Lucien glanced toward the new girl. Britannian, like Kuro. A friend of his? Girlfriend? “Hello, Miss. What brings you here today?” Apparently not. Lucien didn’t know anyone who called a friend or significant other ‘Miss.’ She seemed civilian, not that that meant anything really. Lucien seemed civilian. Either way, the girl seemed to find him amusing, and Lucien turned his grin on her for a moment before Sakura’s voice turned his attention back to her again.
“You deserve a little fun. Go play.”
Lucien’s eyes lit up as he was granted permission. He was tempted to do several things to Sakura at that point, but resisted any desire to further invade her bubble. He also resisted an urge to cheer. Instead Lucien gave Sakura an excited smile. “Thank you. Enjoy your tea.”
“Well, if the caress of the waves is what you desire, then why don't you indeed ask our new friend to join you, eh, Darcy? He would probably love to.”
Lucien grinned at Yekaterina. “I fully intend to. I’m sure he’d enjoy it.” Lucien said with a wink before heading over to Kuro. The only greeting he offered the prince was a grin before he sat down next to him, sliding close enough for thigh, hip, and shoulder to touch. “You know, you’d be a lot cuter if you wouldn’t scowl at people so much.” Lucien’s fingers lightly brushed the top of Kuro’s thigh as he turned just slightly toward the Britannian. “You smile for her.” Lucien pouted slightly as he tilted his head toward Luella, but his hand settled firmly on Kuro’s thigh. “How about I make you smile for me?” Lucien purred. Quickly he swung around to straddle Kuro. The hand left his thigh and moved to Kuro’s chest, pushing him back against the tree as Lucien dipped his head and placed a kiss on the boy’s lips.
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Luella Vi Britannia
Britannian
Fourth Princess of the Imperial Family[M:2400]
?Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.?
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Post by Luella Vi Britannia on Aug 9, 2009 20:35:26 GMT -5
"hello miss what brings you here today?" Luella noted the change of personality. It seemed like Kuro ni-san took those etiquette lessons. "I always come here to think." The platinum replied carefully. She studied his appearance. Things sure have changed. Luella looked down on her brother from the tree. He sure had grown from the last time she saw him. She darkly chuckled in her head. Of course he has when was the last time you saw him. Her mind then drifted to those Knightmare drawings. Though some things haven't changed I suppose. He still didn't understand to draw things in private instead of in the open. Especially Knightmare plans. There are some enemies that can comit those things to memory. For example herself. She shook her head playfully at those thoughts. Kuro will be Kuro I suppose.
Remembering her position on the tree she carefully rearranged her legs from their previous position. Luella hooked them around the branch. There. Now she had a better grip and was less likely going to fall off.
“Thank you. Enjoy your tea.” She heard the amusing boy tell the red head. A smile made it's way to her lips. Something interesting is gonna happen. “Well, if the caress of the waves is what you desire, then why don't you indeed ask our new friend to join you, eh, Darcy? He would probably love to.” The smile widened. Yep something's gonna happen. Luella's calculated eyes watched slowly as the boy made his way towards Kuro. He only offered a grin before he sat down close to him. Really close.
“You know, you’d be a lot cuter if you wouldn’t scowl at people so much.” Amused eyes watch as he lightly brushed Kuro's thigh. “You smile for her.” He tilted his head towards her. If he had looked he would've been met with a smirk and amused eyes. "How about I make you smile for me?” He literally purred out. Wide forest green eyes watched as he straddled Kuro. The man used the hand previously on Kuro's thigh to push him by his chest into the tree. Then....he kissed him.
Luella's eyes widened considerably as she froze at the sight of him kissing her older brother. Her shock was only temporary as she immediately burst into laughter. She laughed deep and leaned backwards...not quite realizing she had nothing to lean on. Still laughing, and by then hanging by her knees, Luella covered her mouth. The single shift of movement cause her legs to become loose from the tree. Only then did she realize her current position. "Oh shit." Was all she was able to utter before she was falling from the tree. On instinct she reached her right arm out to catch her fall, her left not to far behind, after all unfortunately for her this was not her first time falling out of tree. And most likely wouldn't be her last. As always her right arm caught her first as her left merely bended at her side.She closed her eyes and concentrated as her body balanced and stood erect. Balancing on her fingers she slowly brought herself backwards onto the ground. Right foot on the ground first, then the left, and breath. Then the left arm in front while the right arm went to her side. She positioned herself, right foot stretched in the back while the left was bended at her side. She breathed an easy sigh of relief before the image of that boy kissing her brother came back into her mind. Luella chuckled once more before opening her eyes and waiting to see Kuro's reaction.
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Post by kuro on Aug 12, 2009 23:32:02 GMT -5
Kuros eyes widened and he Puched Darcy in the face before pushing him away and he looked pissed"Do that again and I'll blow your head off you bastard!" he snarled as he pulled out his gun"I Don't swing that way you moron" he added before he turned to see the one girl falling out of the tree then he looked at sakura"Sakura control your damn pet or I'll put him out his misery and don't think I'm bluffing and also if you think about attacking I'll have the guards over here in a moments " he said his eyes showed he was serious and there was no emotion in hsi voice
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Sakura Shizuka
Administrator
Commander-in-Chief[M:419]
When the game is over, the King and Pawn go into the same box.
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Aug 13, 2009 22:25:07 GMT -5
Sakura rolled her eyes at the look of pure happiness that spread across Lucien’s face when she granted him permission to do what he loves best, though a smile tugged the corners of her mouth. Like a child on Christmas. Or Anju during Happy Hour. A slight chuckle escaped her mouth at the thought. Well, it was true that the playboy had earned a little fun time. After all, he did bring her tea…besides, little Brit could use a lesson in table manners. A la Darcy, of course.
“Thank you. Enjoy your tea.” And enjoy it she shall. Settling down on some rocks by the edge of the lake, Sakura opened the thermos and poured two cups of the heaven-sent brew. Giving one cup to the Secretary General, Sakura then picked up her own cup, her nose automatically taking a sniff. Ahh…tea… nectar of the gods. “Itadakimasu.” she whispered before taking a sip, the scent of the drink already succeeding in calming her temper down a few notches. Sakura sighed in content as she felt the liquid go down her throat, an aura of pure bliss surrounding her. Now this was life. She was certain nothing right now could make her day any better…
“You know, you’d be a lot cuter if you wouldn’t scowl at people so much.” Ah. It just did. Not only did she have a nice warm cup of tea on hand, but entertainment! Sakura hid her grin behind her cup, trying her hardest not to snort. After all, she had an image to maintain. Wouldn’t be very Commander-like of her to start laughing hysterically, complete with knee slap, now would it? “You smile for her.” Sakura followed Lucien’s gaze up to the tree behind Kuro where the platinum was still sitting. Her eyebrows furrowed a fraction of an inch in thought. Who was she, anyways? Well, clearly she wasn’t too much of a threat…if she was someone involved in the military, odds were she would have raised an alarm by now. As far as Sakura was concerned, this girl was just another onlooker. Nothing more.
“How about I make you smile for me?” Sakura turned her gaze back down to Lucien and the Prince just in time to-oh my…
An amused eyebrow shot up to accompany the grin that spread across her face. Well. Wasn’t this pleasantly entertaining? Looks like her darling Darcy went all out again, didn’t he? For there he was, straddling the Fourth Prince, complete with liplock. It was only due to the cup in her hand that Sakura did not break out into full applause. Rather an amused chuckle escaped her throat and Sakura took a sip of her tea, hiding her smirk behind the mug. The sound of rustling in the trees followed by a brief ‘shit’ caused Sakura to glance back up towards the tree behind Kuro. Her eyebrow arched higher. Seems Female Blondie here was also finding this whole scenario to be amusing. Well, the girl had good taste in entertainment, that much Sakura would give her. She smirked into her cup.
‘Lets see how well Princy-boy over here handles a little playboy action…’
The sound of something being punched, followed by the figure of a certain redhead being shoved back. “Do that again and I'll blow your head off you bastard!" Just as Kuro drew his gun, a dagger made its way and landed bull’s eye next to Kuro’s head, stuck firmly in the trunk of the tree. Sakura rose, tea cup forgotten, her gaze icy. The little punk…
‘No, Sakura…breathe. In and out…remember….oxygen is my friend, carbon dioxide is not…’ Sakura took measured breaths, trying to will herself calm. No, she mustn’t let her emotions get the better of her and cause a scene…must relax. After all, this was Darcy who had just gotten shoved. The man could handle more than a pansy bitchslap, that much Sakura knew from experience (having done more than her fair share of abusing the man on countless occasions).
But still…the idea of some Britannian spawn doing that to one of her own…didn’t exactly tickle her. “Sakura control your damn pet or I'll put him out his misery and don't think I'm bluffing and also if you think about attacking I'll have the guards over here in a moments.” Sakura’s eyebrow twitched slightly. ‘The little shitface…’ Sakura began to walk over to where Kuro and Lucien were, keeping her eyes focused on the little brat of a prince. She knelt down by Lucien where she gently lifted his chin and turned his face to the right, inspecting the struck cheek. It was slightly red-a signal for a bruise to come. She ran a thumb across the area, muttering a few words about ice packs, before she turned her gaze back to Kuro.
Getting up, Sakura strode over to where Kuro was still seated under the tree and knelt down so that she was eye to eye with him. She reached over to where the dagger was still firmly planted in the tree and wrapped her fingers around the handle. “Firstly: it’s ‘Shizuka’ to you.” With a simple tug of her arm, the dagger broke away from the wood. “Secondly…don’t order me around like I’m one of your slaves back at the Pendragon.” She flipped the knife in her hands, dagger-end pointing at the young Prince’s neck. “Thirdly: who are you calling whose pet?” a slight smirk graced her face. “You see, dear Prince, I (unlike you) do not see fellow humans as inferior to me. But I suppose that Oba-san didn’t teach you that back home, now did she?” Sakura smiled an all too sweet smile before putting the dagger back into her boot, her eyes never leaving Kuro’s face. As much as she would have liked to give the man a little mark as a memory of their encounter, Sakura knew she would just be playing into his hands. Plus, she knew the man wasn’t lying about calling his little entourage. He was a royal-they never did learn to stand on their own two feet.
Her face soon donned a serious expression and she leaned closer to the raven-head, her eyes narrowed to slits. “Darcy is more of a man than you could ever be.” Emerald eyes rolled over to the gun and a smirk graced her face, followed by a scoff. She turned her gaze back to Kuro, a taunting smile on her face.
“Bi-atch.”
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Post by vierre on Aug 19, 2009 19:39:30 GMT -5
Vierre felt his gun, resting patiently in the inside pocket of his jacket, pressing up against his chest. The sun glinted and sparkled off the lake’s mirror surface. Dressed in unassuming civilian garb, the captain of the Black Knight’s first division eyed the growing group from beneath a knit cap and a pair of sunglasses. There was no need to reveal himself as an associate to the group, especially in the presence of a Britannian Prince. Besides, for all the talk of strong actions bartered back and forth between the the Commander-in-Chief and the Prince, there seemed to be little threat—at least at the moment.
Vierre reclined on a distant bench, both arms extended to the sides and resting on the top edge of the back rest. His eyes traced slowly towards the tree in which sat the young platinum-haired woman. ‘Interesting…’ He made a quick note of the stranger’s presence. No one seemed to exhibit any familiarity with the girl. Odd, considering she had decided to scale a tree directly behind the Prince. He shrugged to himself, though his curiosity was piqued. Vierre’s eyes now wandered upwards and away from the group, following the clouds as they slid serenely across the deep skies and taking a moment to enjoy the warming touch of the sun. The clash of opposing authorities, even while currently civil, seemed to be of no concern to him at the moment.
“Oh shit.”
Vierre’s gaze jolted back down to the group, his first sight catching Darcy’s lips pinned against the Prince’s. Next he saw the girl in the tree nearly tumble from it, but quickly recover in impressive fashion. That was enough sitting around. Vierre quickly rose from the bench, and briskly strode towards the group. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his jacket, making sure his weapon was concealed. He approached from the meandering pathway behind the tree with quick steps.
“Excuse me, miss,” said Vierre, now standing by the platinum girl. “Are you alright? I could not help but notice you slip from the tree. I’d suggest that sitting in trees is a dangerous thing for a young lady to do, but how awfully hypocritical that would be of me. I wish I had thought of it first really… It’s a much more interesting seating arrangement than a mere bench.” He cast the girl a friendly half-grin.
“Darcy is more of a man than you could ever be.”
Vierre continued to smirk, amused by Sakura’s retort. He said nothing though, feigning unfamiliarity with the other Black Knights present, and hopefully apparently enough for them to cue in on. “But I must sincerely apologize for interrupting,” he continued to say to the platinum girl. “Are you with them?” Vierre indulged his curiosity innocently, hoping to glean something about why this girl had been so intent to sit in on the conversation.
“Bi-atch.”
He held back a chuckle. ‘Now, now Sakura… No need for name calling.’
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Yekaterina Tsurugi
Black Knights
Secretary General[M:3564]
The pawns are the soul of the game.
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Post by Yekaterina Tsurugi on Sept 30, 2009 18:07:46 GMT -5
Accepting the cup her commander offered to her - like she would ever have declined of tea or something given to her by her commander - also Yekaterina watched Lucien go. "Itadakimasu." She repeated quietly after Shizuka, and taking a sip - ah, so soothing - of her tea, a smile of slight amusement began to make a comeback to her face. “You know, you’d be a lot cuter if you wouldn’t scowl at people so much. -- You smile for her.” Along the comment from Lucien, the Secretary General's eyes were caught at the platinum still sitting on the branch of the tree. She had also came to the same conclusion as her commander, of which was that the girl didn't pose that much threat to them, so far - but Yekaterina still didn't let the girl get out of the corner of her eye even for a moment. Even if she wouldn't have had nothing to do with military, she was no doubt a Britannian, and as such the Secretary General would never treat her as just a harmless by-passer of the scene, no matter what she did or left undone for the moment. And just now the blonde was changing her position, which naturally caught Yekaterina's attention for if she was up to something, the Secretary General would be ready for it.
This time, though, she was alerted for nothing - like mostly with civilians anyway. Not that she would stop being cautious - one could never be too sure, that she had learned a long time ago. What had resulted from this, however, was that she had missed the peak of Darcy's assault - and what her eyes saw next at that direction was the Prince punching Lucien away. A twitch of an eye. The smile disappeared from her face.
If it had been Yekaterina to throw the knife, it probably hadn't been the tree that was hit. But as her commander had already made her move, she did but stand still and wait for the moment. When Shizuka got up from Lucien's side, Yekaterina instead moved next to him, and helped him to get up and a bit further from the two. The tea cup given to her, just one sip taken from it, was long forgotten - it had fell and now lay on the grass, the warm and soothing liquid it had held inside it a moment earlier now having disappeared and being absorbed by the soil underneath. Not that the lost cup of tea made anything any better. The little shitface... “Firstly: it’s ‘Shizuka’ to you. Secondly…don’t order me around like I’m one of your slaves back at the Pendragon. Thirdly: who are you calling whose pet?” Indeed. Yekaterina did not smile, but there was a slight move upwards at the corner of her mouth. “You see, dear Prince, I do not see fellow humans as inferior to me. But I suppose that Oba-san didn’t teach you that back home, now did she?” Yekaterina stood up, and ensuring Lucien was as alright as he could - well, his cheek seemed to have began to swell already so not really much was possible to be done about it anymore - she went back to the tree and people under it. With her commander's last words she gave him a knowing look. While Shizuka had given the brat a mouthful of something he definitely deserved, had the prince’s own pockets betrayed him and some corners of his papers had come out of it. Too bad for him - the Secretary General was one of those enemies who could comit those things to memory. So, that’s what he was doing before… A certain Saravati might be interested. He passed by the prince with a silent laugh, but with nothing more turned instead to the girl who had by the time fallen - only to find the Black Knights' First Division Captain standing there few steps away from her. Well, wasn't this yet another, funny little addition to this gathering.
“Are you with them?”
A wise move of him - not that Yekaterina would have ecxpected less of the Captain of the First Division. The prince had 'adjusted his sleeve' earlier, and Yekaterina knew very well what that meant. If the brat would be stupid enough to cause ruckus in the middle of a public park, a trump like DeMara was never a bad thing. "No, mister, she is not." Yekaterina gave him an answer before the girl did, then turning to glance at her. Why would she be present, anyway… She didn’t look like a guard or anything, but she had shown some interesting reactions towards the royal blockhead. The thought crossed the woman’s mind again. She didn’t look like it, but she could be accompanied to the prince somehow… And if so… Her eyes narrowed. Not that anything had given her a reason to even suspect that, but the girl gave off a certain kind of vibe - hell, as she would have been a royal. Yekaterina couldn’t help the feeling, and it disgusted her. Like her day wouldn’t have been bad enough. Knocking off some ashes from her kiseru she made a glance towards the girl and the man, and leaving them made her way back to the other side of the tree.
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Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy
European Union
Internal Cleaning Supporter[M:6109]
The world is full of pain. I want to control how I get hurt.
Posts: 37
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Post by Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy on Oct 20, 2009 23:52:29 GMT -5
It had been a while since Lucien had been able to have this much fun. He’d been cooped up at the base, and either hadn’t been allowed or had been too bored to bother going clubbing and therefore finding entertainment. This little prince that he had happened across, however, was making up for several lonely, bored nights. As amusing as it would have been, no part of Lucien thought that Kuro would respond well to his advances. That wasn’t where the fun came. The fun came in the reaction. The disgust; the sharp words or speechlessness; the physical response. That was the game: rejection, not acceptance. The little prince it seemed was a hothead and prone to violence, for Lucien had hardly processed the pretty blonde’s tumble from the tree before Kuro’s fist had connected with his jaw. Fury was the young prince’s reaction. One of Lucien’s favorites.
Lucien fell back, catching himself on his elbows. He didn’t move from where he laid, head tilted just enough so his bangs shadowed his eyes. “Do that again, and I’ll blow your head off, you bastard!” A smirk slowly curved Lucien’s lips. Interesting. The boy had drawn his weapon. He felt threatened as if Lucien had questioned his manhood by daring to be so intimate with him. Either the boy wasn’t nearly as disgusted as he was trying to seem and had rather enjoyed Lucien’s advances, or he was attached to someone and terrified of her (or possibly him) finding out. Now there was a thought… Maybe the boy was a top and disliked not being the one in control. That turned Lucien’s smirk into a grin. The thought of forcing even that much of submission from a dominant was pleasing to him, and it instantly became his preferred explanation of the boy’s reaction.
“I don’t swing that way, you moron.” Denial. Fear of discovery. “Sakura, control your damn pet, or I’ll put him out of his misery.” Now there was an interesting prospect. If Lucien was going to be anyone’s pet, he most certainly wouldn’t mind being Sakura’s. “And don’t think I’m bluffing. And also, if you think about attacking I’ll have the guards over here in a moment.” ‘If she was going to attack, you’d be dead before they got here, boy.’ If the little prince needed his guards to protect him, Lucien didn’t think he’d last long against Sakura. They’d just find his corpse if Sakura wanted him dead.
The redhead was contemplating a retort when a gentle hand lifted his chin. Green eyes glanced to Sakura as she tilted his head to inspect the mark. The grin softened to assure the commander that nothing was wrong. Lucien was glad that Kuro’s words and actions had concerned her. It made him feel wanted, and he was delighted that she had come to his ‘rescue’. Sakura murmured something about ice packs, a suggestion Lucien was very familiar with hearing and very familiar with ignoring, but he shook his head. “I don’t think it’ll be necessary, Sakura. I hardly felt it. I’ve been hit much harder by lesser men.” Lucien turned his eyes to Kuro in a taunt. It wasn’t a lie, but Kuro wouldn’t know that, and Lucien had meant it exactly how it sounded.
Sakura had moved away to start her verbal assault on Kuro, and Lucien let Yekaterina help him up. He offered the older woman a grin to assure her of his wellbeing as well. Her eyes had also been drawn to the darkening bruise on his cheek. Lucien had always bruised easily. It was part of his appeal. Many clients enjoyed seeing the damage they dealt. But as quickly as his bruises showed, they healed equally quickly. Absently, Lucien had noted the arrival of Vierre, and he would have normally happily bounded over to greet the man, but he was preoccupied with Sakura’s defense of him. “Thirdly: Who are you calling whose pet?” A playful pout curved Lucien’s lips. Apparently, the commander was not as excited about having him as a pet as he was to be it. “Darcy is more of a man than you could ever be.” That made Lucien glow with pride, and he grinned brightly at his commander. It was nice to be appreciated.
The conversation could have ended at that, but Lucien was never without a comment, and he wasn’t inclined to let the boy off without some sort of response. “Don’t worry, pup. I would never judge you.” Lucien told him in the most sincerest of tones. “Just give me a call if you ever want to play. I’ll train you to be a good bottom since I’m too feisty for you to top. Like Sakura said, you’re not man enough to handle me… even with your little entourage. But feel free to bring them. It’s always more fun with an audience… especially with audience participation.” Lucien licked his lips at the thought but gave Kuro a wink and blew him a kiss before he turned his attention back to Sakura, looking quite pleased with himself. As far as he was concerned, he had won the game hands down.
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