Hostage (Plot Thread)

[Aoi Akuma]

"Locked and loaded. Zera will be pleased." A dark smirk was placed on Aoi’s face.

“That she will be. We’ll make sure of it ne?” Aoi said with an almost sadistic dark tone. Though it mostly came off as payback, Zero had left them without any warning what so ever. He had what was coming to him. After all he didn’t really need…those parts to be Zero now did he?

“Strip poker?!” Aoi heard Lucien gasp. “There was strip poker, and I wasn’t invited?” Aoi refrained from chuckling at the outburst. "There, there. It wasn't strip poker. It was strip Texas Hold 'Em. And to answer, it was annoying. Somewhere upstairs, one of my assistants is most likely very naked and one of my other assistants is several hundred dollars and several articles of clothing richer. I am very glad to have my pants again. It's kinda cold in the surveillance area."

The image of Anju playing Strip Po-..Texas Hold ‘Em played in Aoi’s mind pushing the sudden sound of laughing back into her mind.

“EMO-SAN!” Aoi’s eyebrow shot up as a finger was pointed at her, breaking her out of her thoughts. “YOU! YOU’RE THAT EMO-SAN WHO SNAGGED ME!” Aoi’s face turned blank at the words. Emo-san? She could understand something on the matters of Dark or Goth but Emo? In all honesty Aoi was the least emotional person she knew.

“Emo as in…emotional…” Aoi muttered turning her head to face Anju. “Do I look like an emotional person?” Aoi said with a completely void look on her face. It was a rhetorical question that almost anyone who had even minimal contact with her knew the answer to. Though Princess Ayame seems to be one of the few who didn’t know the answer.

"You. Shush. I like excitement as much as the next person but shut up for a minute, okay." Aoi turned to see Anju shush the Princess who now…had her mouth tape shut.

"Okay. We seem to be having some very interesting things going on. "Anju pointed at Lucien, who had been there the longest seeing as he was the one originally….observing her. "You. Explain." Anju then paused then turned to Shizuka "I don't have to torture the brat, right?"
“As long as she stays shut up like this, I don’t see any reason to… No need to get your babies dirty.”

Aoi nodded in agreement to the statement. Leaning over she whispered to Anju. “After all they need to be in pristine condition for Zera right?”

As Aoi turned to say something to the Princess she was stopped by the First Division Captain. “Hey there, Sunshine,” Aoi froze as he said it completely deadpanned and even with a salute. Ok Emo-san she could handle…she really could. Cerulean eyes stared at the First Division Captain sporting Aoi’s natural non-bloody defense mechanism, her death glare. She hollowly smirked as she tilted her head downward, hand moving to her side. A small twitching of the lips was all the warning before she threw her weapon at him, her other natural defense mechanism, purposely missing so that it flew right by his cheek most likely grazing the flesh. It imbedded itself into the wall. She moved her index finger and moved the metal wire that was attached to her weapon causing it to move along the Captain’s cheek. She gave him a hollow, obviously faked and strained, smile.

“Ever call me Sunshine again, and I’ll cut something much more precious to you.”

[Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy]

“While I much prefer our esteemed commander drawing a finger up my chest, rather than Lucien…” The redhead put on his best offended face and clasped his hands over his chest in a hurt gesture. “How about a new house rule. How about we all agree now that people need to stop touching my chest, hmm? I think that’d be a splendid idea!”

“I think that’d be a horrible idea!” Lucien gasped, utterly horrified. “That would practically be a crime against all of humanity! How could you even consider making such a beautiful part of your body off limits to the rest of the world?! Such a thing is meant to be admired, and worshipped not restricted. I mean the only thing worse than making your chest off limits would be your—”

“HAHAHAHA I-I’M S-S-SORRY…*snicker* B-BUT… THE IMAGE HA!”

Ayame’s outburst of laughter cut off the rest of Lucien’s response, and he turned to her with his hands on his hips, still looking mildly upset. “What is so humorous about the image?” He asked with a pout on his lips. “In case you can’t tell from my current appearance, my playing strip poker is quite a sight to behold. I would be happy to give you a sneak peek if you still doubt me.” Lucien had immediately started to unbutton his shirt, but paused when Anju’s hand fell on his back.

“There, there. It wasn’t strip poker. It was strip Texas Hold ‘Em.” That wasn’t making Lucien feel any better. Texas Hold ‘Em was still poker, and it was still fun to play. “ And to answer, it was annoying. Somewhere upstairs, one of my assistants is most likely very naked and one of my other assistants is several hundred dollars and several articles of clothing richer.” Lucien’s pout only increased at the image. He would have been happy to add to that pot. Lucien yelped when his braid was suddenly lightly tugged. “I am very glad to have my pants again. It’s kinda cold in the surveillance area.”

The pout on Lucien’s lips quickly flipped into a grin as he eagerly hooked an arm around her waist, pulling the Indian woman close. “All the more reason for me to have been invited. I would have been more than happy to keep you warm, Anju.” Lucien offered, but pouted as she went to go put tape on his playmate’s mouth.

“You. Explain.”

Lucien pouted and crossed his arms. “Well you just duct taped my new playmate. Ayame is our guest, and that is no way to treat a guest.” Lucien lightly scolded. “ I was entertaining her. Oh! You should join us for a game of flytackle football! Quite fun game, actually. You’d enjoy it!” He told her with a grin.

“Hey there, Sunshine.” Lucien blinked and turned to look between Vierre and Aoi. He tried very hard to keep quiet, but couldn’t help his snickers or the grin on his face.

As amusing as he found it however, Aoi didn’t find it nearly as amusing considering her rather violent reaction. “Ever call me Sunshine again, and I’ll cut something much more precious to you.”

The same hurt expression that Lucien had donned when Vierre had proposed his rule crossed Lucien’s face. “Aoi! You—you wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” He pleaded, quickly running to press against Vierre’s side. “You wouldn’t damage something so beautiful and precious to me, would you!” Lucien wrapped his arms around Vierre’s waist and slipped his hands under the taller man’s chest. “I’ll make sure he behaves. Promise.” He purred, leaning up to lick away the trail of blood that slipped down Vierre’s cheek.

[Ayame Li Britannia]

“Do I look like an emotional person?” Ayame bopped her head up and down without hesistation.
“Uh-huh! You look ubberly ubberly emo. Like woah. I mean, you got the cloak, the funky hair (love it by the way), and five bucks you like throwing daggermmmpphhs?!” The end of her rant was promptly smothered by the power of…duct tape? Ayame blinked twice her mouth twitching from side to side at the new feeling.
"You. Shush. I like excitement as much as the next person but shut up for a minute, okay." Ayame blinked up at the Indian techie, an incredulous look on her face. Judas! Benedict Arnold! And here she thought the lady was a fellow nutjob…

Ayame lifted her hand towards her mouth, but quickly dropped it when she saw the finger wave. Nu-uh. She wasn’t about to rip off the duct tape. Nope. Thought never crossed her mind. Ayame smiled through the tape, an image of pure innocence.

Techie-san turned to Bishie-kun, jabbing a finger in her direction, and asked what the hell was up. Well, if she wanted to know why Ayame was here, wouldn’t it be best to ask Ayame herself? She scrunched up her nose in displeasure. She liked telling the stories. Wasn’t fun being the one shut up. Ayame was never good at being shut up.
“I don't have to torture the brat, right?" Ayame paused slightly. Wait. Torture? Since when was torture part of the deal? She blinked twice rapidly. Well…know that she thought about it….torture usually was a given when it came to hostages. She had seen plenty of them cop dramas that sensei adored to get the general idea of what ‘torture’ meant: starvation, electric chair, dunking head in water until you practically drown, or oo! If they were feeling really nasty, maybe she’d get the Iron Maiden! A slight grin crept up the corners of her duct tapped mouth. She always wanted to see how fast she could bust out of one of those babies…

As the thought of being shoved into a suit with spikes for decoration and the many ways she could try to get out of it in record time filled her mind, the apparent Commander spoke. “As long as she stays shut up like this, I don’t see any reason to…” Ayame pouted, folding her arms across her chest. Oh come on! That wasn’t fun! Seriously, what the fridge? Here she was a willing hostage, and what do they do? Play the role of nice little kidnappers. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. How boring.

Swinging her feet idly, a bored look now on her face, Ayame glanced at Male Blondie. He seemed like a fun one. Kinda cooky, like her. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. And for some weird reason, she had the inky feeling she should know him. Not because he was a BK/one of her kidnappers, but beyond that…like she should know him outside of BK territory. ‘What was his name again? Vierre? Vierre De…somethin’ Ayame mentally shrugged. Well, ‘Vierre DeSomething’ was enough for looking up stuff. She stored the name into the little black box called her Mind. Guess who would be snooping around a certain someone’s history when she got home~

“Well you just duct taped my new playmate. Ayame is our guest, and that is no way to treat a guest.” Ayame snapped her head to Bigh-kun. And teared up visibly. Friend! Amigo! Ami! Tomodachi! She bobbed her head up and down in agreement, a muffled ‘mmhmm!’ capable of being heard through the duct tape. “I was entertaining her. Oh! You should join us for a game of flytackle football! Quite fun game, actually. You’d enjoy it!” The ears perked up. ‘Yes! That’s right, Bishie-kun! Mention the wonders that is flytackle football! And goddamnit, get this duct tape off of me!’ Ayame thought as she bopped up and down in her seat, trying to get the playboy’s attention. But to no avail. Frak.
“Hey there, Sunshine,” A quick snap of the wrist and suddenly a dagger flew in front of Ayame’s face and found its way next to Male Blondie’s head. Ayame stared wide-eyed out in front of her. Well. Guess she was right about Emo-san. Girl liked her daggers. A lot.
“Ever call me Sunshine again, and I’ll cut something much more precious to you.” Aie. Didn’t take a super-genius to guess what she was referring to. Ayame cringed and crossed her legs despite not having any of her own.
“Aoi! You—you wouldn’t do that to me, would you? You wouldn’t damage something so beautiful and precious to me, would you!” Ayame snapped her head over to Male Blondie where Bishie-kun had draped himself, a horrified look on his face. And growled. What the hell!? Here she was, all gagged up and what does he do? Scold the techie. Blondie-kun over here gets his manhood threatened and what happens? He pleads. So not right.

Deciding to say ‘screw it’ to the Indian’s threat, Ayame ripped off the duct tape, her mouth grateful at the feeling of air. She knew that the techie would most likely be not too pleased. But right now she didn’t care. She had a playboy to scold. Besides…if getting the techie angry meant more fun, then Ayame was all up for being the bad hostage.

Hopping down from the table, Ayame practically stomped over to the two men. “I’ll make sure he behaves. Promise.” Ayame’s leg swung back and then forward, the result being a sharp kick to the Frenchman’s shin.
“You….BAKA! BakabakabakabakabakaBAKA!” with each ‘baka,’ another swift kick to the shinbone. Now, Ayame would have liked to have been able to aim higher, but due to her shortness, the shin was the highest place where she could get to the easiest. It was time’s like this that she hated getting the shrimp gene. “What the frig? I thought be were buddies? Do you help a fellow flytackle buddy out when she is gagged? Noooo…but when you see Male Blondie (who, might I mention, is not even that cute) over here somewhat threatened by Emo-san, whadaya do? You practically fly over to help him.” Ayame glared at Lucien, tapping her foot impatiently.

“So not feeling the love here.”

[Aloysius Drebbel]

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Ayame Li Britannia: (8349 Words, Event RP) 1730 Exp, 1730 Credits [+30]
Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy: (6112 Words, Event RP) 1282 Exp, 1282 Credits [+30]
Vierre DeMara: (3679 Words, Event RP) 796 Exp, 796 Credits [+30]
Sakura Shizuka: (3457 Words, Event RP) 752 Exp, 752 Credits [+30]
Zero: (2097 Words, Event RP) 480 Exp, 480 Credits [+30]
Anju Saravati: (1109 Words, Event RP) 282 Exp, 282 Credits [+30]
Aoi Akuma: (1447 Words, Event RP) 350 Exp, 350 Credits [+30]

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