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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Apr 29, 2010 17:35:54 GMT -5
"Thus so, thrust so. I ache, infant,” Hebe answered with yet another riddle. Gauron didn't know why she spoke in such a way, but he found it annoying – fancy language had never been his strong suit. The smile on her face, however, kept him from setting his judgment in stone. His "sister" was full of surprises, after all. "Point my way in the scheme of life so that I may quench. How may this generous elder sister serve thee thusly?"
Gauron's look of barely-controlled rage faded into one of confusion. Could it really be that easy? He rarely asked for help from anyone, and even more rare were the times that people agreed, so this came as quite a surprise. "That, sister," he said in a carefully neutral tone, "is a good question." He pondered the situation for a moment. His current allies, the soldiers in the Chinese Federation and Irkalla's troops, were more than enough for combat support. Right now, his main concern was getting in the good graces of whatever it was that Hebe referred to as "Mother."
"I want you to give me information. Anything that you know about 'Mother,' a way to gain its favor through something more real than prayer, knowledge about how to cause real pain to those like us." He was asking for a teacher. Majid had been a sorry excuse for an instructor – Gauron had often felt like the old man knew next to nothing about the power that he had been blessed with – but maybe that was just a cover. A cleverly concealed ruse constructed in an attempt to keep Gauron from knowing anything of any real substance. "How does that sound?" he asked in a voice so confident that it could have been called "smug" without being too far off the mark.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on May 16, 2010 19:19:33 GMT -5
"That, sister, is a good question." She grins, preening. She feels absolutely di-vine all of a sudden and a good mood for the Nightmare of the Grecian Isles spells disaster somewhere. Her dearest darling baby brother needs her and as they say, one is at their best when they do or others. Or is it do unto others? She very much enjoys doing unto others. And its so much fun. Fun times to be had, and she sees in her mind's eye a dear-heart squeezed til it bursts, bloody love flying to coat the walls.
"I want you to give me information. Anything that you know about 'Mother,' a way to gain its favor through something more real than prayer, knowledge about how to cause real pain to those like us." She giggles and her affection for this affectionless bastard rises by the second. She is not not not a stable baby and the harsh one tickles all her triggers. She would never never never ever harm a sibling, it isn't nice and what would Mommy say? But he's the one, the one who wants to rip and tear and savage and he would anyway, with or without her, and with much less finesse and delicacy. Who is she not to encourage her little one's dreams, and gently point him to the straight and narrow path. One must not commit mayhem willy-nilly. Hebe has started wars for less.
"How does that sound?" Sounds echo in her head like fire and ice and bounce like screams. Oh yessss, round the clock they go, to and fro, out of time, die so sublime.
"Sounds like another Friday night in my abode. So lovely lovely." Her chest heaves at the thought of true terror for the first time in forever. "The mean old man has me so busy busy, I never have fun anymore. Last time I did, 'twas only a decent fuck and hearty meal." And what a meal his heart was, warm and beating sliding down her throat. Messed up her dress but good. Had to walk in red rags all day, 'til the Wretched One made her change, 'you're scaring the minions.'
She giggles and the sound is off, unhinged, chimes rung out of tune too fast. "Mean old man. Making me look after his abominations, and his precious Ca-pi-tain. Only good thing of him is he's going the way of Mana-Baby, soft and slow and insane. Never gonna give him my Stigma, can't, and he's gonna gooooooo~" Her laugh is breathless, throwing her arms out and jerking her body sideways, a symbol of a downward spiral.
"Silly man. Starting a Geass Directorate even knowing the fate of the last one."
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on May 17, 2010 15:29:28 GMT -5
"Sounds like another Friday night in my abode." Gauron’s eyes narrowed. Hebe was being roundabout again, but he opted to hear her out rather than challenge her vernacular. "So lovely lovely." He smiled, pleased that the situation was going how he wanted. "The mean old man has me so busy busy, I never have fun anymore. Last time I did, 'twas only a decent fuck and hearty meal." Gauron’s smile quickly turned into a look of disgust – that was something that he had no interest in knowing.
"Mean old man. Making me look after his abominations, and his precious Ca-pi-tain. Only good thing of him is he's going the way of Mana-Baby, soft and slow and insane. Never gonna give him my Stigma, can't, and he's gonna gooooooo~" By now Hebe had started laughing and was spinning. Gauron almost interrupted her when she suddenly started talking again. "Silly man. Starting a Geass Directorate even knowing the fate of the last one."
Now that was interesting. Gauron tilted his head to the side and pondered this new piece of information. "A Geass Directorate?" That would suggest that there was an organization dedicated wholly to the power. "That is something that you’ll have to tell me about." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. He cursed under his breath. "However, it will have to wait." He plugged a datastick that had been resting on the table into his computer and loaded his report on Makarov onto it. He retreated to his room and changed into a janitor’s jumpsuit that he had stolen years ago. With that done, he also grabbed a cap and pulled it on. There was no sense in changing into a disguise if he could be easily identified, after all. "Do whatever you like," he said to Hebe as he grabbed the datastick. "I have a job to finish." Without anymore explanation, he left the apartment. The report wasn’t going to deliver itself.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Jun 13, 2010 22:48:45 GMT -5
"A Geass Directorate? That is something that you’ll have to tell me about." She grins and does a handstand, wheeling her legs around as the oversized shirt dips with gravity over her belly. Baby boy pulls a phone out of his pocket and curses under his breath. "However, it will have to wait." She pouts and lets her legs drop behind her, forcing her back into an arch, and she walks her hands toward her feet, wondering how far she can go before her spine snaps and she crumples like a rag doll.
He leaves the room and she points one foot in the air; she is an elegant scupture and calls herself Eras; Aphrodite was prudish but Eros was divine in his lust.
She waits and he does not return, her contortion wasted on the open air and dust mites. Her leg drops to join its mate and she rolls her spine upwards. Snakes wish they looked so smooth and her back aches silently from staying like that for so long. She is alone in a room not hers with permission to do as she likes. Permission from her dearest darling heartless moral-less baby brother. He deserves a treat and so does she for her troubles; she really is a long suffering big sister.
The phone is so dainty, lying on its side on the side-by-side, neat and neutral beside the shelves of empty cups. She slinks over and picks it up, fingers dancing over the number of the first escort service that comes to mind. The japanese are so pretty sometimes and their hookers mind their manners. A pretty boy for her and another for lovely Gauron; the man's so wound up. He needs a release. She smiles as the sun makes its way across the sky and the doorbell rings. Fun times to be had and new friends to make. She can't wait.
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Post by Touya Sakamoto on Feb 20, 2012 18:02:32 GMT -5
-Thread Finished-
Josef Totschläger: (6163 Words, Normal RP) – 627 EXP, 627 Credits [+10] Mana Montblanc: (2267 Words, Normal RP) – 227 EXP, 227 Credits [0] Hebe Ano Vasilikis: (7893 Words, Normal RP) – 800 EXP, 800 Credits [+10]
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