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Post by Atticus Batman on May 18, 2015 4:55:30 GMT
I look around as Belle runs off. When Lady says some names, I kiss her gently. "Whatever you want, but I suppose it can wait a little longer. Unless you are certain about those names. I am fine with whatever you pick."
Then I look around again. "Well apparantly I blew that. I didn't mean to upset or hurt her, but it had to be said. She may not have realized I was protecting the team from the dark, but Taffer knew it and approved. Volodja, you can do whatever the dak you want with the prisoners. I don't give a damn. Apparantly we are going to have to stay under VBI's control if we want Belle with us. So let them get us everything that we need, and in return we will be their lapdogs. I will just go back to focusing on Security and let everyone else focus on the bigger picture. Perhaps Belle is right, black ops is not something we need anymore. However we do not need VBI controlling us either! Doesn't matter. I need to learn to be more domestic, for my new family, so I guess I need to be more careful and not risk becoming a wanted beast again." I kiss Lady gently and rub her belly.
Then I get up and hit the table. "I would talk to Belle but I doubt she would want to see me. I need to clear my head. I will be in holo-training room One, if I am needed. Dinara, go ahead and enjoy your time with Amber. Snow Angel, perhaps you can hang out with the other girls. I will see you later, Tianna. Don't forget I love you and the twins and always will. Even if I must leave, in order to keep all of you safe......because of me. "
I kiss her again. Then I quickly leave the Mess and go to Training Room One. I do a quick search and stumble upon a program from Earth in the 1800s. Since I am still dressed the part, I go ahead and open it. Then I do a quick alteration and add in a shootout. I also turn off all safeties. As I enter, I realize that I am in the Sheriff's office and there is a sherriff's badge on the table, as well as a duster hanging near the door. I decide what the heck and remove my poncho, hanging it up and put on the duster. Just then one of the holographic citizens runs in and talks to me in a panicked voice. "Sheriff Earp! Outlaws are shooting up the town! Come quick!"
I look at him and say, "I am NOT the sheriff. I am just a person out of time, looking for where he belongs." Then I hear the bullets and some screaming. "Fuck it. Get to safety!"
I grab a shotgun from the rack and load it, then at the last second, I put on the badge as I leave the office. On my way out I think, "Dak! Even in a random program, I am suddenly in command with people depending on me! What the dak did I load and step into?!"
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As I walk through the town looking for the "criminals", I see sunlight reflect off a gun barrel from a balcony and fire just as the gunman does. His bullet goes through the top of my hat, as mine goes through his head. I think, "Dak just what I need! A bullet hole to show Lady just how dangerous my holo training can be!!" As I shoot a couple more snipers, I hear a pistol fired behind me. I turn and do a double take, as I see a lawman in westernwear behind me firing a pistol. "What the Dak?! Kabule is that you?! HOW?!?!"
He fires at another gunman then says, "Who else would it be? Especially since, from the fact I was just called Morgan Earp, I guess we are brothers in this little simulation? Doesn't matter, as long as we kill some enemies. Although being on this side of the law is interesting! As for how, ask the damn worm. He did it! Don't worry I don't plan on coming out much, but you are alone and this slaughter looked FUN! NOW LET"S KILL THEM ALL!!!"
Just then more gunmen come out of the saloon and all hell breaks loose. We continue shooting back at everyone shooting at us, as I switch to my pistol. Kabule dives behind a horse wagon for cover. I dive for the wagon shortly after. Just then there is a rifleshot and a shooter falls from the balcony directly across from where we are hidden. Then I hear a very recognizable monitone growl, as the shooter behind us says, "I'm your huckleberry..."
As I look back, I see a very interesting sight. Kakusi comes up to us, also dressed in western wear. A dakking Grid Revenant as a cowboy! Now that is a hilarious sight! However, I merely say, "Kakusi? You too?! HOW?!"
He nods and keeps shooting as he jogs to the wagon and says, "According to the program file, you can call me John Henry 'Doc' Holliday. Our presence is simple. I figured out how to project ourselves using Dinara's holo-emmitter. However it would drain her power quick if we did it strictly using her emmitters. So we will stick to appearing in a holographic room, so it uses it's power, and does not put much strain on the youngling. Do not worry. It did not interfere with her any, except maybe a temporary power surge, but she is fine. She is still in the Mess, with the other youngling and your mate. Shall we save this place and ourselves and continue our talk later?"
I nod and reply, "Looks like it's us three against the whole damn town then."
Kabule doesn't say anything but keeps firing from the wagon as he tries to find a better vantage point. Kakusi on the otherhand seems to be getting into character, thanks to his Grid ability to quickly scan our databases and find all that he can on his "character". Afterall he gives a Cheshire cat smile, quickly shoots a couple of gunslingers and says, "In pace requiescat." ["Rest in peace" meaning: "It's your funeral!"]
I just shake my head and chuckle as we keep firing. Getting into the fun, and wishing my friends were here instead of elsewhere, being pissed at my stupid inability to trust people enough to give up my past completely, and just trust in life. Without having to work from the shadows to make sure it goes my way.
Meanwhile in the Mess, Dinara looks at me in shock as I leave. She says outloud, "I hope we don't leave! I love it here!! Crackerjacks!!! I hope whatever he is planning in that holo-room helps! Lady those are cute human names. But howabout Stetson and Sierra? Or are they too weird? I guess it should be between the parents anyway! Not the kid-sister slash "little aunt". So I will just eat and enjoy all your company, now that my food is here."
After a couple of minutes Dinara grabs her head as if she got a headache. Then she looks up and says, "Oooh Shocky says he, and Mr. self-pity, joined Atty in the Holo-training room, using my holo-emitter's power temporarily so they could appear and use the holo-room's power. They are cowboys or Earps or Sheriffs or docs, or hollidays or somethin. Not sure. Crackerjacks! That hurt my head! Is that what a headache feels like to you living peoples?"
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 18, 2015 4:56:24 GMT
Volodja was left standing there, when Belle rushed out. He glanced at remaining folk and said very calmly: "Our meeting has suddenly ended. If you excuse me, then I have some work to do, like testing our second holo therapy room and using an opportunity to escape the presence. We were digging in our pasts and maybe we did it too much for one session. Too many information and emotions during such short time are dangerous thing. No wonder that therapy sessions take time, because revealing the past and it's problems should be slow process to give everybody time to adapt and adjust themselves. So we all should have some time of our own at moment to do something good for ourselves so we can go on as a team, but if personal pleasure is connected with common good, then it's even better. Let's clear our minds in a way we want to as long as it's not harmful to anybody." Volodja was intending to visit the past too, but not his, not theirs, but past of pre war times he didn't had personal connection with, so for him that visit meant an escapade and time to contemplate about the world and himself. And when he manages to test the chamber thoroughly while he enjoys his champagne there, then his pleasure trip brings use for the rest of the base crew. He saw Atticus leaving and the he said his polite "Good night" to three teenagers left into table - Lady and two holographic girls - before he went to his own trip. Before leaving the canteen, he took a liberty to do another little good deed against Dinara's will, by giving her short massage therapy session to ease her headache, although he knew that teenage EGO, who just expressed her preferences, might not like it. After that he left canteen to escape Dinara's fury. Soon he was busy inserting his personal program and when it was done, he entered into his apartment in Paris, wearing tailcoat, formal trousers, white piqué bow tie, white piqué vest, white piqué front shirt with a detachable and black patent leather court shoes and couple of accessories he had right to wear - miniature copies of Légion d'honneur, Médaille militaire and Croix de guerre, like he was going to opera. Of course he didn't, but he wanted his illusion of high society world to be complete, especially when he managed to find some Veuve Clicquot to drink. He stepped to his French balcony, holding champagne glass in his hand and watched his imaginary Paris, listening voices of the city at night.  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 18, 2015 5:53:51 GMT
After Volo's impromptu and short massage therapy session on Dinara and then his departure, she smiles and looks at Amber lovingly as she says, "That was nice, but would be better from you. Perhaps Mr. Volo or Sophie will teach us that if we ask?!"
Dinara sends Volo a quick message. "Thank you Mr. Volo. That helped. Darn boys shoulda asked first! That REALLY hurt! Could you or big Sissy be a nice teacher and teach us that massage later, puhlease?!"
After sending the message, Dinara leans against Amber and says, "So whatchya wanna do? We could invite Sophie and Sandy and Belle and Chloe and Erika and then go have a spa day in holo training room 3 or something. Don't think we wanna crash Atty's c'boy fighting! That sounds boring!!"
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Post by Lady Christianna on May 18, 2015 7:24:00 GMT
"Stetson and Sierra," Lady repeated Dinara's suggestion for the twins' names, then shook her head vigorously as she said, "No."
"A spa sounds nice," Amber said smiling as she looked lovingly at Dinara, "What's a spa?"
Sandy appeared, looking like her old self, but wearing her black party dress, "Sorry gal pals, but I have a long overdue date with a handsome man in Paris, see you later!"
Sandy disappeared from the canteen, than reappeared smiling in Volo's Parisian apartment, her blue eyes taking in Volo's dapper appearance with an appreciative glance, so she said, "I'm really underdressed it seems, but if you could imagine what a lady should wear when accompanied by a gentleman dressed as yourself, I can attire myself more correctly, or..." Sandy smiled wickedly as she added, "We can dispense with the damn clothes altogether!"
Back in the mess hall, Lady blinked her large pink eyes several times and she propped up her chin with her two alabaster hands as she leaned on the table, commenting to an empty table, for Dinara and Amber had also just disappeared, "Sonny and Cher? No."
Just then Ralph the cook and his assistant came up with enough food to feed six people, asking, "Where did everybody go? What do I do with all this food?"
Lady smiled enigmatically, picking up her knife and fork, and replied, "Put it down."
"All of it?" Ralph asked,
"All of it." Answered Lady, adding, "Bring ice cream too!"
"Ice cream?" Questioned Ralph, "Why ice cream?"
"Everything tastes better with ice cream," Answered Lady simply.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 18, 2015 7:25:29 GMT
Somehow Volodja found himself quoting lines of Figaro's famous monologue from Pierre Beaumarchais's "Le Mariage de Fiago": "Noblesse, fortune, un rang, des places, tout cela rend si fier! Qu'avez-vous fait pour tant de biens? Vous vous êtes donné la peine de naître, et rien de plus. Du reste, homme assez ordinaire; tandis que moi, morbleu! perdu dans la foule obscure, il m'a fallu déployer plus de science et de calculs pour subsister seulement, qu'on n'en a mis depuis cent ans à gouverner toutes les Espagnes..."
"Nobility, fortune, rank, position! How proud they make a man feel! What have you done to deserve such advantages? Put yourself to the trouble of being born—nothing more. For the rest—a very ordinary man! Whereas I, lost among the obscure crowd, have had to deploy more knowledge, more calculation and skill merely to survive than has sufficed to rule all the provinces of Spain for a century!..."
At moment he earned his share of nobility, rank and position and his place under the Sun. And now it seemed that he earned his long waited date with Sandy too, who suddenly appeared into his apartment, thus cutting the monologue, but Volodja didn't mind having her with him, wearing a black party dress and looking stunning in it, making Volodja's heart jumping in his chest like he was a schoolboy on his first date.
"Champagne maybe?" he asked gallantly, hiding his feelings and urges, Sandy's sudden appearance caused. "I leave choice of our dress code up to you, my love, knowing that you look adorable in everything, even if you decide to wear a flour sack for some reason. But your second suggestion sounds so tempting..." he continued, while he was stepping closer to his girl and sliding his hands around her, dropping champagne glass over the edge of their French balcony, when his lips touched Sandy's delicate neck first time on this evening.
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Post by Belle Starr on May 18, 2015 8:08:44 GMT
When Dinara attempted to contact Belle to invite her to the spa, Alfred her EGO psyche answered saying coolly, "I'm sorry my dear, but the lady of the house is otherwise occupied, but you can leave a message."
Belle was reliving how she and Vo made love on the open bow of the boat that took them up the Florida coast one night on their first adventure there. She could smell the fishy sea air and feel the cool breeze over her naked skin, as his strong hands caressed her body. Belle looked into his cyan eyes that glimmered with his love for her in the moonlit night, before kissing her passionately, her rose petal lips crushed against her perfect teeth in their exuberance. She nibbled at his neck, tasting the saltiness of his sweat as she felt him enter her making them one. She heard the constant sound of the waves as the boats prow cut them, only interrupted by the occasional grunts and groans of their lovemaking.
Belle lost herself in her senses and her memories, her consciousness wishing she might never leave, never again to feel the loneliness of her soul mate's absence, the pain of the tear in her heart that seemed would never heal. Tears welled up in her open blue eyes that no longer saw reality, but only the dream manufactured by her mind and the dream machine; whether she cried because of the intensity of her love or because in reality it was love lost, only her subconscious knew for sure.
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on May 18, 2015 8:47:46 GMT
When Erika Wodowmaker received the spa invitation, she was still on duty in the war room, saying "You two girls have fun. I may join you when my shift is over." Deep down, Erika knew she wouldn't join them, for what teenagers would want a dour old soldier, particularly one of their mothers, around when they were having fun. She caught herself thinking of Amber as her daughter, reminding herself that Amber was just her EGO psyche, an illusion of a real person, but it seemed so real to her that it confused her sometimes. "No," Thought Erika to herself, "I'll visit my real children that have real problems, not play with holographic children in a holographic spa."  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 18, 2015 9:23:32 GMT
Dinara and Amber are in Holo-Training room 3, with Dinara trying to program a spa trip based on what she saw in one of Sophie's magazines, the same one she got her bedroom ideas from. She looks at Amber and frowns as she gets Erika's message. "None of em wanna join us! Meanies! I even messaged Chloe but doubt she will come either. They are all too busy or too good for us! One person left to message. Hopefully she is bored enough to come! Cuz I am NOT inviting Mr. Alfred! He definitely doesn't seem to like children and I know he doesn't like Votans! He is a HUGE MEANIE! Gonna suck havin to learn from him, if he is always so mean and stiff!! I just hope I can manage to figure out exactly what a spa trip should look like soon! I will message Sophie, then fight some more with this thing!"
Dinara sends Sophie a message. "Sissy, would you like to join me and Amber at a spa resort? That is if I can get one loaded in holo trainer 3? Or are you too old or busy to hang out with us too?! Nobody else wants to hang out with us! But I know you will, cuz you like me! That is why I saved the best for last!!!" Just then a fancy spa resort appears around the girls. "Ooh I did it! I did it! I found one and got it loaded! Yay me!!!.......Oh still messaging. OOPS! Puhlease come join us! Amber doesn't even know what a spa is and I only know what I read in that magazine of yours."
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Dinara closes the channel and looks around. "Oh! I think we need to change into the right clothing! Nobody is wearing a dress here!" Dinara looks around more closely and sees that everyone is naked or wrapped in towels. "OH MY! We ARE wearing too much! And too many people here to see me naked! Removing all guys and most of the women from here now!.....There much more private! NO GUYS and only female staff and a couple female guests! But still NOT getting naked for this, unless it ends up just being us, maybe! So now changing the program to put everyone in bikinis and bathing suits!!! I am just glad I managed to finally find this program!....OH WOW! This is Chloe's program! No wonder they were all naked! WOW, JUST WOW! OK. Let's go to the front desk and get a room, so we can change and enjoy our day! I just hope Sophie comes! She could use fun too! Besides I want her to get to know and like you. Plus maybe she can help us figure out this spa stuff! I can't find any information on it in Atty's or Kabule's memories. And this base doesn't have much on em in the base computers! I am just glad I managed to find this spa resort program of Chloe's, but that was WAY TOO MUCH NAKED!!!!!" Dinara giggles then gives Amber a quick kiss, before dragging her to the front desk.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 18, 2015 10:09:25 GMT
"Volodja. Since you will be busy next hours, I have to find something to do and I just received an invitation from Dinara. They are in spa at moment and are really confused, so if you don't mind...You are awfully busy to even answer to me, with your lips glued together with Sandy's, so I'll take your silence as a sign of giving me permission to leave and have some fun too," said Sophie and giggled before she left Paris and entered the spa, changing into a towel on her way. "Hello, girls, " she greeted Dinara and Amber. "You look so lost around here. First time for you both, but don't worry, I know my way around in these things, so I can help you out. What would you like to do now? Having a nice bath in a hot tub? Visit salt sauna? Having an aroma therapy or try some work out at the gym? I know, what I want, actually. A nice relaxing massage as a first thing and I will HAVE it right now." Sophie concentrated for couple of seconds and suddenly there was a tall blond man with well developed body, who wiped Sophie closer to a massage table. Sophie laid down, face downwards and entrusted her slim body into guy's tender hands explaining: "Don't worry girls. Harald is not interested in women at all, because I took care of that, so he will be just doing his job. I bet if Volodja was here, then it would make Harald enjoy his work much more, but now he has to settle with us. Darn, it feels so GOOD!" And Sophie giggled again, feeling that tension her virtual muscles is starting to disappear.  While Sophie enjoyed her massage and other girls were waiting their turn, a newcomer appeared into their virtual spa. Cute Asian looking EGO girl was suddenly there, looking around in pure awe. "What a place they have here, but seems that I have totally wrong dress code for occasion," she announced, after seeing what other customers are wearing, and changed her tiny top and hot pants for a towel with a second. Then she came shyly closer and said: "Hello girls. May I join you, because that freaking Marcel never let's me have fun, unlike your hosts do, so I beg you to let me join in at least this once. My name is Moira. Sophie already knows me, because we have already met several times, but you are...?"
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Post by Lady Christianna on May 18, 2015 13:59:56 GMT
Lady Christianna walked into where the holo girls had gathered having finished pigging out in the canteen, marveling at the virtual spa enabled by the hologram emitters when she heard Moira's question. She began to strip her clothes down to her bra and panties, then whispered something into Harald's ear, who grinned and hurried out of the room. Lady plopped on a comfortable looking chair, and seeing that the holo-girls had yet to say anything, although Amber had put a protective arm around Dinara's shoulders, she sighed and answered Moira's question, "Short one's Dinara. Tall one's Amber. In-between one's Sophie. I'm Lady." Just then Harald came back with a tray with five wine glasses on it, filled with an orange liquid, handing one to each girl. When the holo-girls looked at Lady questioningly, she said, "Mimosa. Two parts orange juice. Four parts Champagne. Belle fixed me one." As they all sipped the tasty concoction, Sophie looked at Lady and raised an eyebrow at her. Lady's pink eyes got big as she raised both white eyebrows replying to Sophie's unvoiced question, "Pregnant, not dead!" However, after that first sip, Lady put the glass to the side and didn't pick it up again, not because it wasn't delicious, which it was, but because she knew that alcohol was not good for the unborn. Meanwhile, Amber thought she caught a streak of green to her left with her peripheral vision, but when her large jade eyes focused on that spot she saw nothing but another large comfortable chair. She moved cat like to see what was behind the chair, but saw nothing, although she could have sworn she heard a stifled giggle. Harald renewed his relaxing massage of Sophie, but it was different somehow. His strong fingers went further towards her private areas, and lingered gently at points of a human woman that were considered erogenous zones. Sophie found herself becoming sexually aroused, and was beginning to doubt whether Harald was as sexually ambiguous as he appeared before he brought the mimosas.  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 18, 2015 14:20:04 GMT
Harald would gladly continued studying areas which were terra incognita for him before something happened with his artificial mind, but suddenly he felt gentle pressure of Sophie's elbow against his family jewels and heard her silvery voice whispering: "Keep going and your next job will be serail guardian, because after I have finished with you, you 'll be missing some important parts on your body, which makes you fully qualified for the job." Sophie enjoyed massage, but she was not after some cheap fun at her night out, so she draw line right away and did it in most decisive manner.
Harald backed off immediately, because couple of minutes ago he was sure about his preferences, when he imagined giving a massage to a muscular gladiator, and after hearing Sophie's promise, he started seriously considering getting them back at any cost. That seemed to be impossible, because....because...why? Why he suddenly started to like girls? He was not sure, but he kept his hands at work and maintained decency until Sophie had enough of his services and she she left massage table and took a cocktail glass into her elegant hand. Maybe he will get luckier with a next customer, that tall jade eyed brown girl, they called Amber...
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On the same time, but presumably thousands of miles away, in virtual Paris, Sandy and Volodja were kissing each other with growing passion, while heat in their bodies kept getting higher, resembling a temperature of a forest fire already. Both of them were still dressed, but Sandy showed some initiative by removing Volodja's tie and unbuttoning his shirt, while she pressed her lips against his firm chest to kiss it, while Volodja's hands played with her blonde hair and then moved downwards, pulling her black dress with them, revealing Sandy's shoulders and starting to stroke her neck lightly with his fingertips. Volodja's partly opened lips followed his hands soon enough and he covered Sandy's neck with gentle kisses and even gentler bites, before moving on to a really sensitive area where Sandy's neck connected with shoulder, which made flame to grow even higher inside them.
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on May 18, 2015 15:01:53 GMT
Erika Widowmaker decided to stop at the brig before visiting her children at the infirmary, to begin the release of the prisoners. After signing the necessary paperwork, she gave Kaj instructions for their release. Lena would be released first, with the roller and supplies she had negotiate for along with what ever personal belongings she wished to take from her quarters. Erika asked Kaj to personally escort Lena to her quarters and to the garage, making sure she left the base, saying she trusted no one else to the job, but also hoping it would grant him closure as to the failed relationship. Erika was aware that the base personnel considered her a bit cold and aloof, but she was aware of their feelings and tried to consider them in her command decisions more then they could possibly know. Kaj was then directed to release Marcel an hour later after Lena's release, with just what he had brought into the base. Erika had no doubt that these two rogues might team up later, but she would not facilitate it in any way. She then walked in front of Lena's and Marcel's jail cells, regarding them with wide jade eyes through the bars of their respective cages before speaking. "Both of you have attempted to kill the beloved of the Harbinger of Death, and I am at a quandary as to why I'm not having to figure out what to do with your dead bodies instead of facilitating your release. For some unfathomable reason, Atticus Batman has decided to grant you mercy, but let me assure you that if you make another attempt on Lady Christianna's life, or seek to injure anyone on this base, there will be no such mercy a second time and you will be hunted down and executed. Do not attempt to come back here uninvited, or you will be executed. Do not attempt to do harm to us from afar or to cause others to try to do us harm, or you will be executed. You have my word on this! Do I make myself clear? Do you have any questions?" As she awaited any reaction from the two prisoners, Erika folded her clay red arms to emphasize her statement as she towered over the two, being a seven feet tall amazon, and her large shadow made a dramatic point blocking out the light into their cells.  Meanwhile Amber was having her turn on the massage table, and was quickly becoming sexually aroused. Unlike Sophie, she had no idea that this wasn't what a "massage" was supposed to be, so she didn't stop Harald as his fingers wandered more and more across her shapely red clay body. Amber's virtual breath caught in her throat, as the natural low groans of tension being released were replaced by those higher pitched ones of pleasure being induced. Her Jade eyes grew unfocused as she exhaled long and hard; the towel under her nether regions becoming wet with the release of something other than sweat. |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 18, 2015 15:24:07 GMT
"Madame," relied Marcel with icy politeness. "You can be certain, that there won't be any attempts on Lady's life from my side, because I was not informed about her certain condition, so that contract is a history. And you don't have to worry about me hurting any of your people here, unless I am paid for it. At moment I haven't got any more contract on any of you, so you can feel safe...for now." He made a very stiff bow to Erika and lighting another cigarette, started to puff smoke rings, while he stared at Erika's majestic figure without any fear, because she just told that they are pardoned and ready to released, so she won't kill or hurt his precious person. That's all what mattered and as soon as he is released, he is out of here. Volodja was more foolish than Marcel imagined and he managed to find company of his kind of fools to hang around with. Marcel would never let anyone go, because dead enemy won't cause any trouble, but these people followed really weird principles.
Most of principles were something that only simpletons will follow, Marcel always thought. Or they are meant for idealistic fools, like Volodja, who's mind was brilliant and creative, but who possessed wrong kind of ethics. Only ethics, worth of something, are professional ones - do your job efficiently and stay loyal as long as it's useful for yourself. Today's employer might become a target tomorrow, so why get himself too much attached, like Volodja tends to do? And Marcel knew how much disappointments and personal losses Volodja had because of his principles and tendency to care about others, not himself. Nothing like that ever happened to Marcel and will never happen as long as he follows his principles - always put yourself in first place. Own others, instead of being owned. If people had to be property, then they should be property of him, Marcel. Except Volodja, maybe. Too troublesome to own and too much fun to compete with, so as long as Marcel was concerned, Volodja can enjoy his relative freedom and serve others, instead letting others to serve him.
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on May 18, 2015 16:35:04 GMT
Erika's jade eyes flashed with anger, her arm striking through the cell bars like a striking cobra, grabbing Marcel by the collar and pulling him hard face first painfully into the bars, making his cigarette fly into the air and falling to the ground in a burst of glowing cinders, as she hissed in a low tone through clenched teeth, emphasizing slowly every syllable in every word she said, "Mr. Lestrange, I don't think you understand me. Whether you are paid to do so or not, if - you - hurt - or - attempt - to - hurt - any - person - on - this - base - you - will - be - executed! The Harbinger of Death won't even have to be bothered, for I will do it myself! Your life is not worth the life of a flea on a POW's ass to me, and I have killed better men for less reason!" With that said, Erika Widowmaker released her iron hold on his collar, turning on her heel giving Kaj a quick nod as she left the brig. Lena piped in, still lying on her bunk staring at the ceiling, "She means it you know. Widowmaker is not her real last name, it's the nickname her fellow Votan soldiers gave her during the Pale Wars. She was their chief hunter, but not only for hunting wildlife for forage in the terra-formed Florida wasteland, but she hunted enemy officers and Votan deserters both, with a 100% success rate. It was said that once she got your scent you were already dead. Rumor is, the EMC formed a death squad of crack snipers during the war just to eliminate her, and not a one of them survived. I worked for her for a while back when she was the Votan's Collective's Director of Internal Security and she was tenacious as to gathering intelligence and eliminating dangers to the Collective just as I'd been told she'd been as a manhunter during the wars. Just between you and me, I was more scared of her finding me out as a spy than Atticus, although I was more scared of what he would do to me if he found me out!" Then she added with a grin, "Scared, but kind of excited too!"  |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 18, 2015 17:46:49 GMT
"Thank...you...for...letting...me...go," replied Marcel after gasping air and rubbing his aching face. He was wrong about them not hurting him part and as a wise man he knew that pushing this...woman any further, would mean more physical pain for him, not to mention humiliation, so he continued as reasonably as he could: "But let me remind you that in this particular moment we were about to leave this facility as we were promised, so your threats are unnecessary, Madame. Laissez-moi tranquille, s’il vous plaît. I mean - leave me alone, please. I am forced to "enjoy" your so called "hospitality" as long as I have to, but kindly keep your hands away from me, so we could part our ways in most civilized manner, Madame."
He stepped away from bars and Erika, lit another cigarette and inhaled bitter smoke without bothering to make any smoke rings afterwards. Then he turned to Lena and asked: "If it's not a secret and if it's not costly, I would like to know, how they managed to uncover and capture you, Lena? I was betrayed, but I assume that your story differs from mine."
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