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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 19, 2015 13:28:31 GMT
Volodja Uljanov was observing camp site where two car stealing Ark hunters were busy making food. All he needed to do was get his car back, handle those two pricks and then return to his home and apologize to Sandy for ruining their date. And taking care of those two, was easiest part. Apologizing to Sandy was not, because he always kept hurting her feelings, although he loved her with all of his heart, but he always felt that he never deserved such a wonderful girl like Sandy. "How to make everything up to her for bearing me all the time?" Volodja asked himself. "I love her so much, but I never manage to show it to her in the way she deserves. I always end up doing something wrong." But at moment he had to put those thoughts aside, because feeling bitter sweet pain in his heart won't help him much in getting even with those two. He already planned their further destiny, but the question - How to complete this task? - remained. Actually, his mind created something already. It was still only a vague sketch of the plan, but if he adds little bit colour and draws couple of lines, the picture will be complete. It's not going to be a pretty picture like Raffael's creation, but more like Pieter Bruegel the Elder's - unconventional and a bit grotesque, but they had it coming. Volodja started to sneak closer, while Tommasino was watching him move and having a sandwich, because he had to stay neutral in this case, unless it becomes family matter to him and Tommasino's family accidentally happened to be the infamous Tarr Family, so those poor bastards didn't knew how lucky they were of being this close ending up with having pair of concrete shoes on their feet and going under to sleep with the fishes. They lucky star set only Volodja after them, so at least their lives would be spared. Thick bush by their camp site was Volodja's next hide out. To be precise, it was thick and thorny bush, so Volodja started actually regret his decision, but adjusting himself helped a bit, because he managed to found a spot with lesser thorns and then it was time to call his lovely assistant Sophie to the stage. Sophie appeared in full colour, wearing a really short skirt and pointing her long finger to one of Ark hunters wiped him to come closer. Guys weren't exactly a scientist types anyway, but Volodja was sure that Sophie could seduce even Nobel Prize winning ones if she wanted to. After all - with her brain capacity she could receive Nobel Prize herself, if anybody would bother to deal with that matter any more. Closest punk moved even closer to the bush, his eyes betraying intentions of reproducing himself soon and followed Sophie through sharp thorns, swearing and cursing from his aching skin and when he was sure that now he will get a time of his sexual life, he met Volodja's glance...and his fist. Punk fell to the ground without making any noise and even if he would had, it would have been a logical sequence to those jungle sounds, he made earlier. Without bothering to take a short cut through the bush again Volodja moved around the bush this time, surprising second punk only for a second, because that second was only time Volodja granted, before knocking him out too. Rest was even easier. He had to drag unconscious body of the first Ark hunter into their camp site and perform a little operation with both of them, using a sharp knife. If someone thinks about castration of these two, the one should be ashamed for oneself, because all Volodja did, was cutting trough their belts and trousers too, so they had to use both hands to hold them falling down, then he splashed water to their faces, using contents of their own flask, because he was not in a mood to waste any of his. As soon as they opened their eyes and tried to jump to their feet only to discover that their family jewels were exposed to the weather, Volodja said to them: "Remember me, guys? I just came to take back what's mine and teach you both a lesson about robbing people who only try to help you. Don't worry, I don't want your lives. They belong to you and now I am going to give you a choice, unlike you did with me by letting me die in wasteland. See that ranch over there? Those buildings are headquarters of Jon Cooper, local law keeper. You can either jump to him and turn yourselves in for your crimes and shovel some POW crap for couple of months as a consequence or try to survive Ark falls, raiders, mutants, hellbugs and so on, while using both hands to hold your pants. The choice is yours, gentlemen." Both Ark hunters looked at each other. Tough choice - forced labour and total rehabilitation or relative freedom with a chance of premature death. In both cases they had some time to reconsider their career as criminals. But only one case gives them more time to do so. Life will usually wins over death wish, so Volodja grinned, when he saw those two jumping towards law keepers office and heard them confess their sins right away when they saw figure of Jon Cooper who could not stop laughing, seeing those two amateur highwayman jumping closer and yelling about their crimes. Volodja's deed was done here, so he thanked Tommasino once more, before they both sat into their rides and drove away. Volodja heading back to their base and Tommasino heading, wherever he needed to go. As an experienced driver, Volodja didn't waste too much time and soon he was parking his car into base garage, explaining that he needed to get his ride, but not mentioning where and how he got it. Why upset good people of the base with his occasional suicide missions.  |
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Post by Belle Starr on May 19, 2015 15:43:18 GMT
As Belle Starr continued to dream of better times when her true love was alive in the safety of her base quarters, Lena Marr was feeling a bit exposed sitting on top of the Bug N Chug waiting for Marcel Lestrange to arrive. On her way here from the San Francisco wasteland, she had run into a couple of Dark Matter guards at the toll booth to the Golden Gate Bridge. She feigned the helpless female, and since she was a Castithan female and they Castithan males, they naturally thought they could have their way with her. Lena proved them wrong with her charge-knife, although her outfit got a bit torn and bloodied in the process. Two benefits to Lena came out of the conflict though. First, she got some decent weapons off the corpses of the two Dark Matter soldiers. Second, the locals at the Bug N Chug didn't bother the crazy girl covered in blood on their roof. As she sat on the roof, Lena had time to think about her life, something she rarely did as she was usually just trying to survive and prosper in the post-apocalyptic world she was born into. In retrospect, she thought she probably had a choice between the light and the dark when she was a spy at the do-gooder base. She could have led a good, relatively safe, but ultimately mind numbing life with Kaj as part of base security. Lena normally didn't have a choice, having grown up in the dark streets of Lima, but she always thought that a life in the light was probably awfully boring. Furthermore, the scrip and power she longed for always was to be found in the dark, not the light. Lena knew deep in her heart, although a part of her wished she could stay with Kaj, she would always pick the dark over the light! Always! It was in her nature!  |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 19, 2015 15:50:22 GMT
Marcel Lestrange was grinning when he turned his black Dodge Challenger to the road, leading to Bug'n*Chug. He made stylish entrance, riding over the toes of couple of locals and stepped out from his car, throwing a cigarette butt carelessly to the ground. Then he looked around for Lena. Nobody, even resembling her, was seen in vicinity, but Marcel's trained eyes could look into unexpected places. Usually he looked for hidden victims like that, but this time he was looking for his partner in crime...pardon, business. Rooftop seemed to be an interesting place, worth looking. "Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony," was description of Snow White in Brothers Grimm fairy tale, but Marcel changed description to be more precise - Skin white as snow, clothes red as blood and blood obviously it was, and black part was waiting in a truck of Marcel's black Dodge, if everything will go, as he originally planned.
"Bon Jour, mademoiselle Lena," he greeted jovially. "Not wasting time as I see. Already killed someone, I do presume. But if you still want to work with me, then better hold those instincts back, because I don't plan to kill anyone. Vive le livre! I say, and what could be more lively than making love, because I have something like that planned for our friend Varus. I want him to live happily ever after and maintain memories of today as the day his life changed forever and he was introduced to new opportunities, he never knew about before! And he almost has a chance to make love today, what can be better? Maybe he gets luckier next time and reaches to actual love making. Who knows."
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Post by Belle Starr on May 19, 2015 16:18:22 GMT
Lena smiled coldly from her rooftop perch, than leaped down effortlessly landing next to Marcel, saying, "What's the plan Stan? Couple of Dark Matter dudes got rude, so I had to off them. Got a nice VOT Quickblaster and a flash rifle for my efforts, but now I need to freshen up if you want me to seduce someone, unless they are into blood and guts. A rancher's cistern, or the lake just down the road north of here will do, although hell bugs tend to hang around the latter. You can tell me the plan there. Less likely to be overheard, and I guarantee you will prefer the view. By the way, are we taking your car or mine... or both?"  |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 19, 2015 16:21:23 GMT
"Blood is always unnecessary, but in our case it would be even too...drastic. You know, Lena. I already started to suspect you being overly sentimental, when you left, but at least you kept your part of our bargain and appeared here, covered with bloodstains, we have to wash off, of course. So I considered letting you go with agent's fee, but since you are here, we can make more money for you, if you are still interested. By the way - I don't need you to play sweet and innocent girl, although you could do it. Have you ever dreamed to be a Dominatrix? If yes, then I am your genie, who makes your wish to come true. As I told, you will look astonishing in black leather. Hopefully you brought your whip along. And we can take one car, I think. Mine is better then the one they give to you. Those good guys don't know anything about travelling with style. On our way you can entertain me with a little story about a spy who got caught, oh beautiful Scheherazade. I am always willing to listen you."
And Marcel opened gallantly his car door, ready to let Lena in and even drive if she wants to. At moment creating warm and professional working climate was in his interests. After that they will get really professional and hopefully Lena justifies those great expectations, Marcel had about her.
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Post by Belle Starr on May 19, 2015 16:40:44 GMT
The black car moved north up the dirt road from Bug N Chug, Marcel letting Lena direct the way since she seemed to know the area, then they moved off road to a small lake. As promised there were a few hellbugs present, just an archer and a few skittering that Lena quickly eliminated with her flash rifle. She quickly stripped off her bloodied and torn clothes, discarding them in a heap as she waded into the cold fresh water. As he bathed, Marcel could see the afternoon sun gleam off the water drops on her soft alabaster skin. Like most Castithan women, she had an exotic beauty that most human women envy. She wasn't the great aristocratic beauty that Stahma Tarr in Defiance was, but she was pretty in a common way, with a voluptuous body, a pert bottom, and the firm bosom that young women have and which older women are envious of.
When Lena noticed that Marcel was watching, she gave him a full frontal view, making a show of washing her ample breasts, even twisting her nipples slightly until the became hard and puckered as both her sky blue eyes and lush lips smiled at him seductively. She winked, then continued washing in a normal way as she began to answer his question, "You asked how I, spy extraordinaire, could be caught by a bunch of feeble-minded do-gooders, and the answer is I didn't, at least for months anyway! When I did get caught, it was because of my stupid Collective bosses not being able to make up their minds as to what they were paying me for. Now, me being a sociopath, you might expect me to blame others, but in this case I think you will agree with me that it wasn't my fault once you've heard my story.
Months ago Governor Skarr hired me to get close to Erika Widowmaker when she was the Director of Internal Security, and part of a different political faction than the good governor. His scrip was good, and I got to be her Girl Friday, but when she arrived and took control of a South American missile base that housed the Collective's space worthy ship, I was ordered to stage a coup and take over the base, which I did successfully, until that damn team of do-gooders - well a different team, since Belle Starr is the only member still with them - came in and saved the day for Erika. Now, I had sex with Erika's son Senator Cael some time before, who quite smartly dumped me after a one-night stand, but I was able to use that to my advantage, making Erika think I did the betrayal bit all because I was a woman scorned, so that about a month later I was able to apply for a base security position and get it.
Now here's the kicker: I never left Governor Skarr's payroll! And I even used that to my advantage! I knew Erika would find me out with just a little digging, especially with her connections in the Votan Collective, so I turned myself in, pretending to be the scared inept doofus who was forced by the mean old Skarr to do his bidding again, and agreed to their plan to be a double agent and just feed Skarr the information they wanted him to have. Actually, I was a triple agent, still working for Skarr, getting two paychecks, and happily keeping track of those Skarr evidently feared. I seduced Chloe Mac Gyver who was often the acting chief of operations, then later Kaj, the Chief of Security, and got Skarr all the information he could possibly hope for, with the do-gooders in ignorant bliss. Skarr really hates Belle Starr; I mean really, really hates her - I guess because she is the last of the group that discredited him and thwarted his goal to take over the Votan Collective and start the next Pale Wars. So he pays me extra to try to discredit her and get her exiled from the do-gooder team, and I'm having some success at it. I get her to Volge-out; she's a Were-Volge by the way, who would of figured! Anyway, she Volge's out, they lock her up instead of exiling her, and they make me her personal guard, with plenty of opportunity to play with her mind and discredit her more! Talk about kismet!
Perfect situation for a spy, right? Then the bosses change the gig: they want me to be an assassin, and offer me my estate in Lima and tons of scrip to do it. I should have known things were going to turn to shit! First the target was Senator Kael, a political rival of Skarr's that had some sort of recent mental breakdown, I didn't know why or how, but Skarr didn't want him to recover, so I since he had the mind of a serial killer, I gave him a weapon and set him loose on the base. Any reasonable people would have killed him on sight just to save their own skins, but not the do-gooders, they have to take him alive! Then Skarr changes the target to Lady Christianna, a pregnant teenager with no strategic worth that I can figure, but he is offering five times the price. Yeah, I lied to you how much Skarr was going to pay me, so sue me! I didn't know you from a hole in the ground! I first planned to have her be collateral damage when I sabotaged the hologram suite where her birthday party was going to happen, but damn it, she leaves the party early and your good friend Volodja saves the day! Anyway, I had planned an escape route months before through a bunch of secret tunnels under the base, a map of which I got from a former Dark Matter rube, but I had one more chance to get my target, so I set up a diversion, then an ambush in her bathroom. They still caught me before I could complete the job, but I would have succeeded if that damn EGO of Lady's hadn't played human shield! I didn't even know EGOs could do that! Damn, I wish I could get one!"
Lena donned the black leather outfit Marcel provided as she finished her story, which fit her like a glove - a tight fitting glove, "Well, that's my long sad story! It would have had a happy ending - at least for me - if my stupid bosses didn't keep changing the plan! That's what plans are for, so you can do the job without getting caught! So what's your plan?"
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 19, 2015 18:05:57 GMT
"Are you sure hat you want an EGO?" asked Marcel, thinking about Moira and her damned attachment to Volodja, which made him wonder, who's EGO psyche Moira truly was, but that didn't matter. Marcel heard that clinking clanking sound of scrip in his mind and decided that he should had been haggling with that hooded fanatic a bit more, although it didn't really matter, because he cancelled his contract right away when he heard that he was deceived by his employers. But he had another reason to dislike them for being so cheap.
Then he continued: "Tough luck, Lena, but I would blame your employers too, especially when they decided to involve me without bothering to tell me everything, including your existence. But information you had, could be very useful, especially when one certain Varus might add something to it. Why kill a pregnant teenager? They didn't mentioned that she was pregnant, to me. Probably they just forgot, but with such a bad memory they would forgot to pay for our services too if we were successful, I suspect. So I want to know, what's so important in that teenager, that bunch of fanatics want her dead. It really arouses my curiosity.
Our plan will be simple and will consist from two parts. First we lure away his body guard, which should be easy for you, after I saw your performance in water, which I really enjoyed as an admirer of feminine beauty. But no need to seduce him or having an intercourse with that bodyguard. Just knock him out, but don't kill him. We might need him as an errand boy later, as I told you. Second part includes taking Varus into my hotel room and I will explain your part there, because we have to improvise. Actually - YOU will have to improvise. We are going to make some art, Lena-darling. It's a simple blackmail scheme, except I want OUR money from him and some information about that hooded man and a guarantee from Varus that our former employers won't catch us unguarded. Our friend Varus will find those terms really reasonable, I think. We attack only when masked man isn't with him, because I might accidentally kill him before the time is right. Tactically it might be right thing to do, but strategically we might make a huge mistake. I need information, because one who has it in possession, has a real power.
You mentioned Volodja. I consider him as my competitor, not a friend, actually. Even when we worked together, I was on my side and he was following some noble principles, the unfortunate fool. And he has nasty habit of ruining other's plans, but not this time. I actually gave him a ride, when I he released me personally, but he left my car right after Golden Gate bridge. Said that he had some unfinished business, which makes me actually glad, because that means he will be busy and can't stick his nose into our little and hopefully profitable business affair. Hopefully you are ready to visit "The Crater" now? You were honest girl when you mentioned the place, but I think that your honesty will help us this time."
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Post by Belle Starr on May 19, 2015 21:23:20 GMT
Lena Marr ducked down as Marcel drove past The Crater to the rental trailers, taking note that Marcel's rental was in the back, asking him to take her "working" duffel bag inside, and assuring him that she would be back with both Varus and his body guard for his pleasure shortly. "You can conceal yourself outside and come in five minutes after I get there, or conceal yourself inside, your choice!" She said as she took a pair of black stiletto heels from her duffel, and exchanged her boots for those, slipping them on her delicate chalk white feet, then saying, "Back in a sec!" Lena walked effortlessly on the high heels, as if she had many hours of practice, which she did. Many of the bar's patrons greeted her by name, accompanied by more than one catcall. She smiled demurely, routinely mentally noting the ones who might have enough scrip to be parted with at a later date, and strolled up to the bar. She noted that Varus was sitting alone at his usual table, his huge Sensoth bodyguard towering over him as he stood behind his boss, looking menacing with his arms folded and a perpetual sneer on his face. Lena ordered three imported beers, then with a surreptitious sleight of hand slipped into each a potent but slow acting sleeping powder that she as a Castithan was immune to. She strolled with the tray over to Varus' table setting it down. The huge Sensoth tried to intercept her before she sat down, but Varus stopped him with a wave of his small furry hand. "What can I do for you Lena?" Began the Liberata, "Or better yet, what can you do for me?" Lena smiled as she widened her pretty sky blue eyes, asking as she placed a beer before Varus and herself, "Can't two friends have a beer together?" She then gestured to the beer still on the tray, noting, "I got one for you too tall, dark, and handsome!" "Not professional to drink on the job," Growled the huge Sensoth. Varus reached over and took the beer in front of her, whereupon Lena said with a wicked grin, "You know, if I was going to poison you, I would put poison in all three glasses, and would have already taken the antidote." Varus stopped dead in his tracks just as he was about to take a sip, his beady eyes growing wide. He then gave his glass to the Sensoth to take a sip, which the Sensoth did after only a moment's hesitation. Varus watched the Sensoth intently for several minutes, but when nothing happened and the Sensoth was about to take a larger sip, Varus grabbed the glass, draining it in a single gulp, then wiped the beer foam from the fur around his mouth with the back of his small hand. As Lena grabbed the glass of beer from the tray and took a sip, Varus grabbed the drink in front of himself asking, "What DO you want Lena? You always have a purpose when you see me, and it usually costs me script." "Okay, here's the skinny," Lena said intently, leaning forward to make sure Varus had a clear view of her chalk white cleavage, "I recently lost my job, and not on good terms either, so I need some quick scrip to be scarce from here for a little bit, and all my cash is tied up in investments. Now I've noticed you've have your cute little eyes on my booty every time I come in, so here's a one time offer: One thousand scrip cash for one night with yours truly, money up front, and you can do whatever you want with me during that time! You can even bring your bodyguard and I'll let him watch for free, if that's what you want! I'll even wear the blond wig and crotch-less Liberty Trooper armor some of the working girls tell me you like them to wear! I'm pretty sure I can fake a southern drawl... y'all! Whatever you want, I promise it will be a night you will never forget" Varus stroked his furry chin as he considered her offer, seeking to barter, "No, the outfit you have on is very... seductive! But that's an awful lot of scrip Lena, how about five hundred scrip?" Lena rolled her sky blue eyes, then said, "Let's not quibble Varus, you know I'm worth much more than that, and you want me to remain motivated, don't you?" Varus snapped his fingers, and the Sensoth took out a roll of scrip notes, handing it to Varus, who counted out one thousand scrip into her waiting alabaster palm. With the financial transaction concluded, Lena grabbed Varus' hand and hurried him to Marcel's trailer, the Sensoth bodyguard trailing behind. Lena was afraid that the sleeping powder might take effect before she got him inside. She had figured out the timetable for the drug, but had forgotten to figure in the barter time, so Lena was afraid they were behind schedule and that her targets would fall unconscious before she got them inside. "My aren't you the anxious one! I hope you are not in this big of a hurry when we get inside!" Stated Varus with concern, out of breath from keeping up with her shapely long legs with his short stubby ones. "Yes siree, my loins ache for you Varus! I just can't wait for you to be inside - I mean inside me!" Said Lena as she pulled him along. Lena opened the door to Marcel's trailer just in time for the Sensoth to stagger, then fall like a tree suddenly cut down in forest. Varus had time to flash Lena a questoning look before he too fell to the ground unconscious. She secured them both at the wrist and the ankle with plastic strap handcuffs retrieved from her duffle bag, then took out her whip and some smelling salts from the same bag. Lena gagged Varus and broke the smelling salts under his pig-like nose waking him up, cracking her whip as she said cheerfully with a wicked smile on her luscius white lips, "I told you it would be a night you would never forget!"  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 19, 2015 22:32:01 GMT
For a while I watched Lady and Caprice enjoying the bubble batthed filled hot tub, that Kakusi insisted Caprice be allowed to do after she added that bubble bath. Then I watched my Ego psyche and "little sister" in holographic form runing to the pool with her girlfriend and Erika's EGO psyche and "daughter" Amber in tow. They are enjoying their swim, as I sit by the pool. As I look around, I wonder where Kakusi, my Grid commrade has disappeared to. So I walk back into the resort and find him getting a massage. Damn he is enjoying it and he seems to be able to fit in with "people" no matter the locale so far. Definitely better than me.
However I decide I could use some relaxation and the dust on my westernwear clothing reminds me that I am dirty and not just from my previous fun in a western Holo-program. So I take off my clothes and weapons and pile them up in a safe place nearby. It leaves me in my blue jumpsuit, gloves and mask. I make sure the holo-trainer is locked with my clearance codes so no random crew can stop by at the moment, but my trusted friends on our "Alpha strike team" can come and go as they choose. Then I go into a changing room and change to shorts.
I come out and place my jumpsuit, gloves and even my mask with the rest of my clothes, afterall everyone in here, except maybe Amber and Lady's and my daughter Caprice, already know my true scarred and "beastly" appearance, so no har done for once, I hope. I then quietly walk to the hot tub and slip into the bubble bath between two of my three favorite girls, Lady and Caprice. As they both turn to see who slipped in between them I put my arms over their shoulders and pull them both to shoulders. I kiss Caprice on the forehead and give Lady a loving kiss on the lips. Then I lean back and relax in the hot tub, enjoying the heat on my aching bones and muscles. For once I truly feel as if I am where I belong, as I enjoy the soak with my Fiance and our "unborn" daughter.
I look at the smiles on their faces and can't help but wonder if this is anything like those "social or familial baths", Lady's race, the Castithans enjoy regularly. Of course, that triggers a flashback of the last time I interupted a Castithan bath years ago. Where I made the waters run red.....correction pink, with their blood. After a minute or two, I shake off the flashback and am back in the present with my daughter, Caprice climbing over me and snuggling tightly between me and Lady, her two loving parents. I kiss Caprice's forehead again, then smile and go back to enjoying the bath, hoping I can do so without another damn memory flash! Dak I hate those!!!
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Post by Lady Christianna on May 20, 2015 2:16:22 GMT
"You're sad. Come join us," Implored Lady Christianna of her EGO psyche, Sandy, through the telepathic link they shared. Sandy virtually sighed, appearing in the spa in a black one piece bathing suit and finding an empty chase lounger by the pool, and then basked in the virtual sun. She looked at the happy family in the hot tub, and the happy EGO girls holding hands sitting with their feet dangling in the pool and laughing. She wondered why Volodja and she couldn't find the happiness they all shared, and she felt she had the answer as soon as she asked the question of herself. "Birds of a feather should flock together," Thought Sandy sadly. "Real people should stick to real people, and holo-people to holo-people! And never the twain should meet" Sandy materialized a set of dark sunglasses so no one could see the tears welling up in her blue eyes, as she thought, "Plenty of desirable women out there for Volodja, so he will meet someone. On base is Chloe, who is drop dead gorgeous but promiscuous as an ally cat, and he needs loyalty. There is Erika, but she is an ice queen, and he needs warmth. There's Belle but she is still hurting from losing her true love, so don't see much hope there. Shit, there's lots of women on the base and even more in the Bay Area, he'll find somebody, so no worry for him. Not so many sentient holo-people for me to pick from. There's Sophie, Volodja's EGO psyche, but I've never swung that way! That leaves me Alfred, Belle's EGO psyche and her mad scientist father. Swell. I'm destined to be an old maid." Sandy sniffled, then she had a sudden thought, "But if I do everything Alfred says and he keeps his promise, I'll have back my human body, and maybe, just maybe, Volodja and I will have a chance at our own happiness. But I'm not even sure Volodja really wants a happily ever after forever. Either way, can't say I like our odds." With that, Sandy closed her eyes tightly, listening to the laughter of her friends, both real and virtual, and feeling more alone then ever.  From a dark corner of the holographic Old West bedroom where Kabule and the lady of the night slept, Cosmin watched his uncle with curious electric blue eyes. "I know you know I'm here Uncle Kabule, so let's not have you continue to feign that you are asleep," Said Cosmin, "I have only one question that needs not to be answered now: Why do you let father control your destiny, when it is clear that you are the more capable? I will need a strong right arm when my New World Order takes over. You could be that right arm. I will be the Conqueror of the Earth, with or without you, it is foretold in the sacred prophecies of the Inquisition and is my manifest destiny. I hope that yours is to rule by my side. Please consider it." With that said, Cosmin disappeared back into his mother's womb, making world conquering plans in the darkness while the rest of his family played in the light. |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 20, 2015 3:06:04 GMT
"Excellent," said Marcel, stepping out from darkness. "They are here as I wanted and almost in condition I wanted them to be, but I think that our friend Varus deserves to have more more than plastic and rags. He deserves quality. I have something more suitable for occasion," He opened his black suitcase and started to pull out the gear - leather straps, chains and shiny red gag with leather straps attached to it. "It's time to play, Lena-darling," he announced. "But first we unwrap our little chubby present." And he cut Varus's plastic strap handcuffs, but not to release him. He just needed his hands lose so he could undress Varus with greater efficiency. After that, he attached pair of steel handcuffs to his hands, added couple of leather straps and provided Varus with a spiky leather collar. As a next thing, he replaced the gag in Varus's mouth with red one and sighed: "Is he adorable or what?"
"And now the second part of our act. You, Lena, will be his queen, his Dominatrix, his mistress. A star of tonight. I think you will enjoy that part and the costume. It should fit you perfectly, so change into your new outfit, please, but not in front of Varus. We dont want him to get too excited." Marcel pushed Varus down to his face, because if someone in this room has to enjoy Lena's strip tease, it will be him.
"You did bring your whip along? Bon! Use it creatively. My part is more technical. I always dreamed about being a film director. We, French, are famous film makers. Actually we invented le Cinématographe and I will follow our film making traditions, but in more exotic manner. Oh la la, Lena. Camera loves you. Show that you love camera too. I think that you should wear this charming mask, because we don't want to reveal our identities to the world, humble servants of art as we are. But Varus's face must be recognizable and I think that it is, even with that gag in his mouth. Gag is essential, deserving us a prop and since Varus ia an amateur actor, he might yell the wrong lines, like: "Don't believe it! It is a fake!" or something similar, so we better avoid it.
Varus is a public figure, as long as I understand. And public has every right to know, what kind of dark private life our respectful Varus lives. Quite weird one, as it seems. Liberata are usually known as humble servants, but our Varus likes to present himself as a figure of power. I do wonder what remains from his reputation, after people find out that between the sheets Varus is most humble servant, like a true Liberata. I know, you know and Lena knows, that you are not a masochist, but you will have to convince whole world that it is not so and I think that you will have to spend rest of your life doing that, unless...
Unless we reach to agreement between us. First, I want my money! One million scrip, but I am not mind that you will add a reasonable sum to it for our trouble with you here. Second - I want every piece of information about the hooded guy. And third - since we are good friends, who care about each other we do everything to conceal your little bedroom hobbies, but if something happens to us, then I can't guarantee that public will know and everyone can watch and download a free copy of your performance today. I want you to have a long, happy and fortunate life after tonight and you want that to us too, I assume, because we are talking about your reputation here. So even our former hooded employer even farts, I want to be first to hear about it, because he promised to use your help to get rid of me. And you don't want him to caught us with sudden strike. I am sure about that. But I am ready for making art now. Camera! Action!"
Marcel started to film Lena's performance with Varus, hoping that she will make at least couple of great scenes what can shake the world if Varus won't show himself as a reasonable businessman.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 20, 2015 4:34:21 GMT
Volodja sat in his bed, feeling tired, lonely and guilty. He successfully regained his car and made robbers to choose their own punishment. That was the good part of the day. But he still felt so lost after that. As he thought before - all the riches of the world didn't meant anything to him, compared with Sandy and yet he didn't how to make her happy, although he loved her more than anything in the world and could not imagine living without her. It was Volodja's fault anyway. He had nothing to offer to a gorgeous girl like Sandy, who was young, adorable and so true. She was everything Volodja ever wanted or dreamed or could ask, but he was....nothing, compared with her. No wonder that he could not bring a girl out from Sandy in their unfortunate date. So he stared in front of him with his tired eyes, which actually didn't saw nothing, because Volodja's glance was turned inside himself.
In front of Volodja was half empty wine glass and opened book was laying beside it right there where it fell. Volodja didn't even bothered to pick it up. Too confused to read, too fragile to be useful, too sad to do something constructive. That's how he felt and he could not resist feeling being alone in the whole wide world. Lost and lonely, devastated and desperate, weak and worn out, without any sign of hope and that told something about him. If Volodja loses hope, then things are really bad. Hope was one thing that kept him going, but now he even didn't knew, which direction to go.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 20, 2015 6:30:07 GMT
After intensive creative process, Marcel finally covered his camera lens and yelled: "Canned! You are natural, Lena. Almost made me believe that you were a pro. I think that Varus will open his wallet gladly after everything we have done for him. It would be a real shame if world can't see our masterpiece, but in the name of money I am willing to treasure our product as long as Varus keeps his side of the bargain. Artist's fate is fame, businessman's money and artist in me would step back and give his place to a businessman. So how it's going to be, Varus, you naughty naughty man? Just nod if you agree with our terms. Especially about information and extra scrip. I think that Lena and I have earned little bonus from you, so you will have to double the amount. Just nod if you agree."
Varus didn't had much choice - he was used to scam people out of their belongings and property, but the day has came, when couple of crooks outsmarted him and he fell into a simple trap, following beautiful girl. Old bait and it still worked. Varus started to calculate - if they publish those materials, then his business is over, but when he plays along, then...It would be useful, especially when that masked guy totally bored him already. Leading this wicked couple after him, would give Varus some time. But only in one condition. Payment will be a solo accord, meant to sound only once.
Varus nodded and when they removed the gag he said: "I will agree, you bastards! But I won't pay you any more than this once. Understood! But I am willing to provide you with information and cover your ganchies. You two are so wicked that...I would gladly keep you under my wing."
Marcel grinned: "I knew that you are reasonable guy, Varus and can appreciate talent when you see it. I think that Sensoth will go and fetch us some unmarked scrip, right? I would like to keep our deal as a secret. Lena-darling. Do you have any wishes, Varus could fulfil? He is in generous mood today, so all you have to do is ask."
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 20, 2015 6:38:43 GMT
In the holographic Old West bedroom where Kabule lays, he stares at the ceiling after, Cosmin left him. Kabule says, "Sure kid. Whatever the fuck you say. I may consider it, eventually." However he thinks to himself, "Damn kid. I have no destiny any longer. I was a mindless lackey and 'The Rightarm' of the Inquisition's last Conqueror. Now, I am dead and retired. Can't do anything, other than this holographic fun, without a body anyway and the strongest of us all, owns it. So Leave it the fuck alone, and go bug your damn father. I hate little kids, prophecies, the Inquisition and order, especially order, anyway. It takes away all the fun. Been there done that. Give me the destructive fun of the 7 Deadly Sins any day. However, I suppose it doesn't hurt to consider it...later...much......much.....much later. For now I need a cigar, another whore, some booze and perhaps even some drugs. And Jackassicus (insult directed at Atticus), if you are eavesdropping on my thoughts, Go fuck yourself hard with your Amakune blade!!"
With that, Kabule reaches over and smacks the woman's ass hard enough to leave a noticable handprint. When she jumps up with a start and looks at him, he says, "Woman, go get me some booze and drugs. Then get your ass back up here and bring a "working" friend with you. And hurry the fuck up." As she quickly throws on a robe or something and hurries out, Kabule grabs a cigar and lights it. Enjoying the fact that Atticus not only created the Ego protocols so he can feel everything, but also has the safety protocols for this program off. So everything is as realistic as a holographic simulation can get; right down to pain, pleasure, any wounds he may suffer and even the affects of his booze and drugs. And he definitely plans to feel all of those affects to the fullest before the night is up, and he returns to his beloved blue orb in Atticus' mind.
A few minutes later, the prostitute returns with all the entertainment that was requested. Another lady of the evening, some bottles of whiskey, some Heroin, some Lodenium, and some Opium infused cigars. All in all, the beginnings of a great night for a man of many vices. Especially once both women are naked for him. One lights an Opium cigar and hands it and a bottle of whiskey to him, then they both move down towards his nether regions. So begins the main course, now that he had his appetizer!
In Holo-trainer 3, Caprice has fallen asleep in the hot tub. So I pick her up and put her on a lounge chair, at Lady's request. Afterall what else can you do with a sleeping "unborn" child? However Dinara and Amber come up to us, with a perfect idea. "Atty! get 2 rooms! Yep. you only need 2. Afterall when Sandy is done with her quiet time over there, she will porbably either go see Mr. Volo, go back to her EGO room or get herself a room here to be alone some more. Poor big sister seems sooo upset about something, but nicely told me to, "Go away and give her some peace and quiet to think", when I tryed to ask her what was wrong and if I could help. She did alteast hug me and thank me for offering though. So that is good, but still worried about her! And Kakusi seems like he is just going to sleep over by the pool all night, across the pool from Sandy. Hope that when she wakes up, she isn't startled by the sleeping Revenant on the otherside of the pool!
Anyway 2 rooms cuz you and lady deserve some private time. That way you can sleep in each other's arms and not require drugs to sleep......or you know so you can do that naughty stuff. The other room will be for us 3 girls! Don't worry! Amber and I will babysit adorable Caprice until she wakes and is ready to return to her 'cozy room'. Besides we need the practice for when Caprice and Cosmin are actually born! We will get to be the babysitters right?! Of course we will! I mean who else ya got? security?! Come on! When we are in base, the best choices are us, Sophie and Sandy! Or Belle, Erika, Mr. Volo, or maybe tall and blue Shocky Kakusibutt, or tall dark and purple, Kaj! Nobody else is good enough to watch my niece and nephew! But Amber, Sophie and I are and always will be the bestest choices EVER!!!!!!!!!"
I look back at Lady Christianna, who smiles and nods her approval. So I say, "Alright, I suppose it's worth a try. Do you need me to carry her for you?" Amber smiles and says, "Don't worry Atticus. I can handle it. We just need to know what room."
I nod and go get 2 room keys. When I come back, I hand one to Dinara. Then Amber picks up the sleeping Caprice and the 3 girls go up to their room. I glance at Kakusi, who is definitely asleep across the pool from Sandy, who appears to be still just thinking about what is bugging her. I walk over to Sandy and say, "Look. I know you probably don't want to talk, but something is bugging you and Lady, Amber and Dinara are all worried about you. I am willing to listen if you want. However if the Fool did something wrong, I suggest you go yell at him or atleast talk to him. If you need to talk or need somebody to listen after that, Lady and I are both here for you. However I would probably be a better choice, if you need him or somebody else roughed up some, but I am still willing to try. We will be in the hot tub a little longer, if you want to come over and just be near people or talk to us."
I walk back to the hot tub and climb back in and sit near Lady, holding her hand underwater.
Meanwhile Kaj is tired of work and not ready to go to his quarters. So instead of sitting in his office, he goes to the mess. He asks Ralph to refill his pot-sized coffee cup. Then asks what he would reccommend. Ralph mentions the meat stew has been revised and suggests Kaj give it a try. Then goes and gets a big bowl and brings it back before Kaj can object. So since he is a nice guy, with the exception of his threat to that Marc Lestrange guy, Kaj eats it and mentions he actually likes this new recipe a lot. Which of course has Ralph smugly take the empty bowl and get Kaj a refill.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 20, 2015 8:19:24 GMT
Only direction Volodja found lead him to their new psychiatry wing and he was suddenly amazed, seeing Wolfram and Broderick at work. "Done," said Brody and hit the "ENTER" button. "I think that you will be satisfied, Mr. von Eschen." when tall woman in white medical coat appeared. Volodja looked at her and his heart froze for a second, because he just realized that their department just received Nurse Ratched as their holographic assistant. That was intolerable! Volodja didn't wanted to spend his working hours here in a company of the rigid and authoritarian "Big Nurse." Creating her was definitely Wolfram's initiative and although Volodja liked that feature in humans, he saw clearly that in some cases it leads into a disaster. He moved closer and greeted them politely as he could, considering circumstances. "Glad to see your initiative, gentlemen, but maybe I have some liberty of speech here too. After all - I am newly crowned king of the hill of department of the Human Relations, so I own you Wolfram. But I will start my years on a throne by giving you an amnesty for all your evil deeds and misdemeanours, but only if you stay a little longer. Broderick. By the way - have you heard what "eunuch" means, Brody? If you won't put your piggies back to the keyboard and start another programming session, you will find it out in very practical way. I won't erase this evil creation of yours, finding her to be useful in some cases, but domination, order and total control needs balance, and that balance will be Randle McMurphy, our second assistant. And I expect those two get along at least relatively good and avoid her performing lobotomy on Randle. Verstehen, meine Herren?!" Volodja provided Brody with the profile of Randy McMurphy, so he could create virtual one and after that he stepped aside, letting him work in peace. Broderick had to check meaning of the word "eunuch" and what he saw, didn't made him exactly happy. He remembered that usually calm and friendly Volodja can be really tough fighter and decisive commander and Brody didn't want to find out what other qualities Volodja may have. And where those elderly guys take all those weird names and characteristics for their holographic assistants? And why the hell he still don't have a girlfriend? Volodja waited patiently until Broderick finished his job and pondered about his strange life a bit more - he leaves the base only for few hours and already he is presented with an evil assistant. At least he managed to reach here on time to avoid more evil. He needs to relax a bit and Paris arises too much memories. Maybe something different this time? Why not the place where love and death meet, but love lasts even beyond the grave. Taj Mahal is the place for him to visit and admire the building from a distance and imagine his beloved Sandy being there with him. At least virtual reality keeps tourists away. And what's more important - Volodja dared to hope again. So after Brody finished, Volodja inserted the visuals into holo therapy room data base and after that he walked around, truly impressed with elegance of the building until he sat down by the pool, uncovered his feet and stuck them into water, enjoying the feeling that cool water created.  |
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