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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 4, 2015 16:00:59 GMT
"You are right, Lena-darling," replied Marcel, still under the spell of Lena's kiss. His tongue remembered taste of her mouth, his lips still warm and moist from touch of her lipsand his body tingling from being close to her. But she spoke the truth. There was no necessity to wait for a trouble to appear. Marcel was in a mood for love, not for another gunfight at moment and that meant only one thing - pedal to the metal. Thought and done! Marcel pressed his foot to the gas pedal and with roaring engine their black car stormed through empty wasteland, scaring the hell out of hellbugs, riding past of mobs of surprised Riders and wrapping casual Dark Matter into clouds of dust, making their day darker for awhile.
Marcel drove skilfully as he was used to, peeking from the corner of his eye Lena's ample bosom which became more exposed, when Lena started to breathe faster, enjoying adrenaline rush, caused by driving at high speed. Marcel slowed down a bit, because he had to turn their vehicle to the road to their shack. Car stopped right in front of their operation base with a squeaking sound of brakes.
Marcel and Lena hurried out, carrying their suitcase together and hid it as a first thing after they entered. Money was safely deposited and they deserved to have a nice evening together. Marcel went into bathroom, regulated water temperature to satisfy Lena's needs (he remembered approximate temperature from Lena's previous shower singing session, when she let him enjoy the full show) and then he allowed Lena to take shower first, while he enjoyed a cigarette and another glass of sparkling Champagne. And the sight of his chalk white nymph, washing her appetizing body under artificial waterfall.
Soon he could not resist temptation any more and lowering himself in front of her, pressed his lips against Lena's stomach, slowly moving downwards until he felt softness of her white hair with them. Not minding his water soaked clothes, Marcel reached his tongue out and started to caress Lena's neither part with it, exploring her moist grotto thoroughly and trying to stimulate her even more by sliding his fingertips over soft skin of her inner thighs and kissing them gently from time to time, moving slowly upwards and making little circles with a tip of his tongue, until he reached back to Lena's neither part and could continue pleasuring her. He felt that Lena needed relaxation after her hard day at work and he was willing to provide her with that.
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 4, 2015 22:07:27 GMT
While Volo told his story to us, I held Lady gently to me from behind, as I was thinking about something else. After Volo finshed, I kiss Lady on the cheek as I let her go. I say, "Volodja it is good that you are safe and so imaginitev, but what a waste of good alcohol."
Then I walk over to Belle, and take both of her hands, as I mentally adjust my helm's visor so she can atleast feintly see my eyes. I do not know or trust her "new" friend just yet, and definitely not the random people that may be around the consolute grounds, but feel she needs to know something right away. "Starr eyes I need to talk to you right now. Let's go over to the gazebo since it is somewhat secluded." I look around as I gently lead her there and she sits down as do I. I once again take her hands as I begin. "Starr eyes, I have known this for hours and wasn't sure just how to tell you, but here goes. I have some news that you need to know. Especially while Alfred is not around to yell at and threaten me. I wasn't sure how to tell you, but here with all of your friends nearby, seems like a good time, especially when I feel you can use some more good news. I heard from an extremely reliable source that Alfred lied and your EGO MOM is still alive and in that pretty tear-covered head of yours. If you wish I can enter your EGO and see for myself, and if she really is locked up there and low on energy, I can free her and give her some of mine.
However it is not something I would want to do here in public. It leaves both of us to vulnerable and open,and will drain a lot of my energies, especially if MOM needs as much energy as my source suggested. There is not an easily accessable generator for me to recharge my batteries, and I wouldn't want to feed on any of your energies without permission and especially not unless it was an emergency. And I see the look, you want to know my source. Alright but most wouldn't believe me and would just consider it one of my "Crazy episodes", but I will tell you.
It was your future niece, Caprice. She said that when she snatched up our EGOs, she discovered MOM but didn't take her because MOM is hardly using any of your energy so not a threat to your energies. Caprice is sorry for taking that action without making sure it is what we wanted by the way. Anyway she said MOM is alive, but locked in a room in your EGO and low on energy. By the way, who is the boring stiff that seems so protective of you? He has been watching us from where we left him, since I brought you over here."
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 4, 2015 22:43:05 GMT
Lena was totally relaxed from Marcel's actions, but not so much that she couldn't then wash Marcel by hand from head to foot, after which he picked her up and they retreated to bed, making love all night long. As they both lay exhausted Lena was torn between being pleased and being horrified, her internal voices arguing among themselves as she lay naked in the bed next to him. Pride, Greed, and Envy thought she was crazy for falling in love with Marcel, while Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth favoring this particular brand of insanity. Anger just seemed pissed at both sides of the argument. Greed said, "Gods, you just gave away twelve million scrip - not one or two, but twelve million scrip!" Pride said, "And you also just gave away your dreams for his! Don't you have any self esteem? What about your dream of an estate in Lima to show all those who spit upon you there how much better you are than them?" Envy said, "Marcel is so much more intelligent, more good-looking, and richer than you! Kill him and get rid of the competition!" However, Lust said, "But he is such a great lay!" Gluttony also favored Lena's relationship with Marcel, "And he keeps us well fed! He even got us champagne!" Sloth added, "And he carries all the heavy stuff so you don't have too!" Anger just seethed, refusing to even consider the question, muttering, "We should go out and kill somebody slowly - maybe not Marcel, but somebody!" Suddenly a new voice appeared in Lena's head, a small voice almost unheard whispered, "Maybe there is something better for you Lena." Hope appeared in Lena's heart and mind, like from the bottom of Pandora's box, and though barely heard at first, grew stronger at every second of the argument, until it was louder than all the other voices in her head combined. Lena sat considering what Hope had to say. It was early morning, and the sun was just rising, so she rose putting on a worn red silk robe from her clothes rack, then headed out the front door, being careful to close it silently behind her. She went behind the shack that they were calling home at the moment, moving a rusty oil barrel full of shoes, revealing a hole underneath where a large cake tin was secreted. Lena removed the tin then carefully put the barrel back, removing any sign that it had been moved before picking the tin up. Lena went back into the small house, being quiet so as not to awaken him, and put the tin on the card table. She sat down in a folding chair there with the tin in front of her, then poured herself glass of last night's champagne from an open bottle and lit herself one of Marcel's cigarettes. Lena hardly ever smoked, but felt she needed both it and the alcohol to bolster her nerves to do what she had to do next. She turned to the couch next to her, taking out her pocket knife from her purse there, and opening the knife exposing the sharp blade. There Lena sat watching Marcel as he lay in the bed, crossing her shapely chalk white legs, waiting for Marcel to wake up, poking her alabaster thigh with the blade of the knife so that a drop of pink blood trailed down the side of her leg before dropping to the wooden floor. Lena grinned hard as she focused on the pain in her thigh as it sharpened her mind's focus on her next plan of action as she thought, "In for a penny, in for pound..." ***** Not doubting for a moment that what Atticus told her was true, a glint of anger appeared in Belle' blue eyes, mad at Alfred for having played her for a fool again, saying in a low tone to Atticus, "Yes, please, lets take care of that matter as soon as possible back at K'shaa Fortress," She then turned to Trevor and introduced Atticus with a smile that showed her pearly white teeth, "Atticus Batman, this is Trevor Tyler, an old friend from New York and a ranking member of VBI's Board of Directors!" "Ah," Said Trevor, his square chin becoming rigid with disapproval as he held his hands behind his back so that here was no question that he did not want to shake Atticus' hand, "So this is the infamous Atticus Batman, the criminal I heard Belle was trying to reform. Can't say I approve of her putting herself in such danger having a reknowned psychopathic killer in tow." Belle turned two shades paler as her jaw fell, her EGO quickly contacting Atticus and mentally pleading, "I never said that! I would never say any of that! Please don't kill him! Or maim him! Or injure him in any way! He is an old friend, and he gave me the information to find the EGO expert in Defiance to help our EGO people, so please don't kill him. I don't know why he is being so rude at the moment, as he really is quite nice once you get to know him. Anywho, Trevor is precious to me, but I don't know how precious yet, and I'd like to find out before he's dead, so please, please, please don't kill him!"  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 5, 2015 0:31:38 GMT
After Belle's Ego message, she gets one from me in return. "Don't worry, I see your happiness towards him. Besides the skir (irath for boy) isn't worth it, YET. He is beneath me and it shows."
I look at Tevor and say calmly, for me, "You forgot sociopathic, murderous, loyal and protective of the few friends I choose to have, and very well-armed, with no compunction against giving into those murderous tendencies in public."
As I walk away from Belle, I bump his shoulder hard and cause him to stagger and I growl violently but quietly enough that only he can hear it completely, "Hurt her and die HORRIBLY. I promise that!"
I then go back and get into the Durrango and start it up, waiting for the others. While waiting I send Volodja an EGO to EGO message. "Damn that Tyler guy is a dakking pretentious ass!!! I think...no, I know, I prefered talking with Lena and Lestrange over him! However if he makes Belle happy, then so be it. She deserves some happiness, after what happened to poor Vo. But if he hurts her, he dies horribly and they will NEVER find enough of him for a funeral!!!"
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 5, 2015 4:53:16 GMT
Volodja replied calmly: "I don't know the guy too well yet to make any conclusions about him. He seems to be friendly on his upper class way and he is quoting Shakespeare too much. That I alreday know. I do think that Belle is worth much better than him, but who am I to decide what is best for her. So I will wait and see."
Volodja decided to follow Atticus and rest of his friends and his special girl Sandy a bit later, but if Belle wants to stay for a little more, she can. And she can even keep her car, because it was a dawn already and Volodja's chances to reach into the base safe and sound grew much better. He can catch a ride now, because traffic in are increases with every hour and then he can pass the Golden Gate Bridge in a car of some friendly Ark hunter. Not every one of them are trying to start a career of a highwayman. And if he is not that lucky then he can always make a hailer call to Tommasino, who is going to The Fork anyway and they can have another educational conversation about mob's history. There were so many opportunities for him and he wanted to spend some time and see this devastated land in the morning in it's wild and wretched beauty, to ponder about what he can do to help to make it more safe place for people and Votans, who want to have a peaceful life together.
He waved to Atticus and Erika, and since he was already lost in thoughts and had to fight incoming poetic inspiration, he needed some friendly mental nudge from Atticus the Giant to wake up and wave to Lady Christianna and to his girl, Sandy, too, before going to the garden and spending some time there, watching the ocean and enjoying first sounds of the morning, while he was creating some free verse poetry and reciting it right away with his melodic voice:
"Good morning wasteland
Good morning sounds of awakening nature
Good morning first sunbeams playing with waves
Good morning people who we love and care about
What else do we need at moment?
Nothing else than a knowledge
That there will be next morning again"
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 5, 2015 5:25:43 GMT
After Volo tells us he is still going to walk back, Sandy tells him to be careful and to make sure he comes back safely. Lady pulls Erika aside. After the two whisper for a few seconds, Erika climbs in back and Lady climbs infront and snuggles with me. Then I drive out. We arrive home a couple hours later without incident, with Lady asleep against my shoulder by that time. After we park in the garage, I tell Erika goodnight. Then I get out and carefully pick Lady up out of the Durango. I shut the door with my foot. Then carry her to our room. I gently strip her, leaving her in just her panties. Then I contact the War room and offer to relieve Chloe if needed. She says she is going to sleep but trusts the morning crew to do their jobs without her and mentioned Smythe offered to relieve her. I carefully give my consent then end the communication. I then strip completely and climb into bed next to Lady and gently kiss her goodnight. Afterall after a late night, it is understandable that I be allowed a little sleep.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 5, 2015 5:57:14 GMT
Marcel Lestrange woke up from his sleep after having long and passionate night with Lena. Other side of their bed was empty already and Marcel spotted his partner in love and crime in her red silk robes, poking her white thigh with a blade of her pocket knife and looking at him intensively. Another detail, his brain registered, was a cookie jar on the table. Every new detail he spotted, made him worry more.
"Guess that everything was to good to be true for me," he thought. "Happiness lasts only for a brief moment and my moment is lost now. Lena looks too decisive to say just a "Good morning" and kiss me. So there is trouble, I am unarmed and without any will to defend myself anyway. Everything works against my survival instincts and I am not Volodja, who survives against all odds. Soon everything will be over."
Marcel walked closer to Lena, saying: "Good morning, Lena-darling. If you want to use that knife you are holding, on me, then do it fast or put it away."
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 5, 2015 7:32:09 GMT
Lena bit her lower lip and narrowed her sky blue eyes, then said, "I'd use my knife on me before I use it on you, unless all this love talk is a big scam, then I'll use it on you before I use it on me. I do love you - totally. I've been thinking all morning on how to prove my love to you, and this is it I think."
Lena used her knife to loosen the lid on the cake tin, then put the knife down on the table. She held the tin still with one chalk white hand as she struggled to remove the lid off with the other, the pink tip of her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she did so. She looked into the tin, hesitating only for a moment as she looked at the contents, then held it up to him with both delicate alabaster hands like it was a ceremonial offering, which in a way, it was. As Marcel took the tin from her hands, he looked into it. He could see it was full of various sized rolls of scrip, all of high denominations.
"This is what I've saved up for my estate in Lima," Began Lena, a wistful look on her pretty Castithan face. "I don't know how much is there, I just put whatever I made into the cake tin as I made it. I want you to put it towards buying our island." Her long lashed sky blue eyes grew wide as she exclaimed, "Oh, I almost forgot..."
Lena leaned over to her purse on the couch, taking the roll of 600K scrip Atticus gave her out of it and tossing it into the tin, then smiled at Marcel hesitantly, looking incredibly vulnerable at the moment, "I hope you know that this means you are more important than all the scrip I have, and that really is something... my Love."
Then Lena's sky blue eyes became stormy and her smile became a snarl as she added in a low voice, "But also know that all the voices in my head are in agreement that if this is a scam, what I did to the pimp will seem merciful compared to what I'll do to you!"
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 5, 2015 7:42:09 GMT
Marcel looked at Lena and said: "Marcel Lestrange can scam anyone, but not his heart. And my heart tells me that I love you, Lena. I remember saying that to you already. You can put your savings back where they belong. This is YOUR dream to fulfil. Island is OUR dream now, but it would be petty of me, if I make you forget your dream. And we could use a valuable real estate anywhere, including Lima, if you let me have a corner there. It is a wise investment for the future. We just have to make more scrip to achieve both or even more. So we must be in charge of this neighbourhood one day, to guarantee us stable income, power and respect we deserve. So as the sign of my love, I can't accept your generous offer, because I don't want to destroy your dream. I never refused to accept scrip, but now that time came when I am ready to share everything with you, let you achieve you dream and even help you with that...my partner in love and partner in war against the rest of the world. But before you will sneak out to put that scrip into your hideout, I just HAVE to kiss you again, my love."
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 5, 2015 8:03:21 GMT
Pink tears began to flow down Lena Marr's alabaster cheeks from her long lashed sky blue eyes as she pleaded with Marcel, "My newest voice says I have to give what I treasure most to my love, if I ever hope to love and be loved! You have to take it! You have to, or I have no hope!" Lena grabbed a handful of the white snow white hair on her head with both talon like hands and pulled it out, then slamming both hands on the table with a resounding bang. Before Marcel could react, she grabbed the still open knife with her right hand and jabbed it through her left, pinning it to the card table. She turned her wild blue eyes towards him, her tears smearing her mascara making her look like a crazed clown. "You have to take it, or I'll... have... no... hope!" She screamed.  ***** Belle Starr smiled at Trevor, then kissed him on his tanned cheek saying, "I'm afraid we'll have to catch up later, as important issues have come up at the base and I need to get back there! Please give my regrets to Ara, and thank her for me for her hospitality!" "I'll be glad to do so," Said Trevor with a grin as he reciprocated the kiss on her cheek, then added, "I hope you and your friends will allow me to tour the new VBI facilities there soon." "ASAP Trevor, ASAP!" Answered Belle, figuring that was a pretty vague but satifying answer. As Trevor went through the front door of Shondu's consulate and to bed, Belle went to the gardens in the back to find Volodja.When she did, she said with a smile as she took his arm in hers, "Okay, now please let me drive you home! I believe we have a trip to Defiance to plan, and you have gotten into enough mischief for one day!" |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 5, 2015 8:13:56 GMT
"Then I will accept your gift, but it will be our money from now on," said Marcel soothingly."But your newest voice forgot to tell you something. Love is always free, people say. I fell in love with you and believe me, that your love and yourself are most precious gifts. Money is a nice addition, but for me is most important, that I can have YOU, Lena. Sorry that I cant put it into fancier form, because my English is not perfect and you are first one I ever fell in love with, so speaking like that is a new thing to me."
Underneath calculative businesslike and cold blooded assassin, he always considered himself to be, was a hibernating French lover, who finally woke up from his lifelong coma and started to speak after gaining strong voice and consciousness, so Marcel had an extra voice in his heart now. During his earlier life, his heart rarely spoke, but now it started to yell, forcing Marcel to follow it's voice and he could only obey it on his travel through newly discovered Terra Incognita.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 5, 2015 8:32:29 GMT
Volodja glanced at smiling Belle, holding her hand, and said: "I was planning a little road trip to look around, but I think that I found what I needed, here and now. I welcomed the dawn of a new day, had a really beautiful view to the ocean and gorgeous you and even got visited by a Muse, so I created some verses. I am ready to return with you. That will solve my logistic problems as well"
He smiled to Belle, offering his arm to her and they walked to Belle's white Challenger, where Volodja opened a door to her, commenting: "One of those rare occasions, when passenger opens the door to the driver, so enjoy it."
Then he also entered, sat and strapped himself, pondering about something what he heard last night - why it's going to be difficult to convince Pyotr to come with us? Another challenge of unknown kind. Volodja should prepare himself to convince Pyotr, but it's not going to be easy if he doesn't know about the whole situation. Seems that they have to use the fundamental of solving problems - trial and error method, which is characterised by repeated, varied attempts which are continued until success or until the agent stops trying. But having him was essential., because Pyotr was only man who can help Sandy back into her body and provide her with EGO psyche, so she and Volodja could be together.
While they were on trip, Volodja tried to entertain Belle with his newly created verses to keep her diamond blue eyes open and on the road, hoping that they weren't that boring to have a totally opposite effect on her. Oh that vanity of a poet, mixed with insecurity, because in his heart Volodja dared to hope that they manage to find Pyotr and he helps them, but maybe he refuses, so Volodja did everything he could to keep his thoughts busy with other matters than his Russian aquitance...
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Speaking of insecurity...Wolfram von Eschen was not feeling very secure too, because Kara was not exactly the most peaceful patient with all her yelling and threats and violent struggling. Old Liechtensteinian was really concerned about her...and himself, because he assured Volodja that he can handle Kara's therapy, but obviously he promised too much. That's why he sat with Broderick Smythe at canteen, destroying Volodja's brandy supplies under worried glance of Ralph.
"Das ist nich fein, mein freund," said Wolfram to him. "Ich entschuldige mich...I am sorry," he continued, because he realized that computer nerd didn't understood a single word of Wolfram's German. ""It's not fine, my friend", I wanted to say. Volodja is gone and now Erika left too and I doubt that I can handle whole situation alone."
"Don't you worry, old boy," replied Broderick calmingly, sipping brandy from the snifter. "They will be back soon and then you can continue your work."
"Easy for you to say, Brody. You don't sit on a time bomb!" snapped Wolfram and took a really big gulp from his snifter. "If they won't return soon, I will be the next patient in his asylum and that time is really close. But remember - I will start my killing spree from nearest person and you can guess three times who he is."
Broderick became pale, because even at his fourth try, he could discover one an only Broderick Smythe to be the nearest one to irritated Wolfram. He tried to sneak away, but sudden command: "Halt!" from Wolfram nailed him to his chair without any hope to escape Wolfram's fury.
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 5, 2015 13:19:52 GMT
Lena Marr unpinned her left hand from her knife with her right, then flexed it to make sure she hadn't created any lasting harm. Lena laughed nervously, remarking, "Love is free, huh? I get your point... get your point... knife point? Never mind. No one gets my humor. It's too cutting edge... cutting... no, I guess not the time..." Lena continued to look at the wound with unblinking sky blue eyes, then looked up at him, "Nothing is free, My Love, you know that - not for people like us! Maybe for the Volodjas and Belles for the world, but I don't think even for them! There's always a price!' Lena dropped the knife on the table then stood up so fast the folding chair fell backwards on the wooden floor with a clatter. Marcel barely had time to put the cake tin full of scrip on the table before she embraced and kissed him passionately. Lena continued to hug him hard long after the kiss ended, whispering in his ear, "But I'm willing to pay with my life for a chance to share a life of love with you, no matter how long or short it will be." Lena broke the embrace and grinned, saying, "I better take care of this wound. I have a first aid kit under the sink. I need it a lot, so I keep one close by." Marcel noted that Lena made the statement as if everyone injured themselves on purpose and then had to give themselves medical care afterwards. He was beginning to understand that what most people considered abnormal behavior Lena considered normal, and wasn't sure if that fact excited him or scared him. However as the morning sun came through the window by the sink where she washed her hand wound, silouetting her voluptuous body through the thin material of the red silk robe she wore, Marcel knew it didn't matter if she was sane or not, for he loved her, and love was without reason. After applying antiseptic lotion to her wounded hand, Lena bandaged it with white gause efficiently and effectively, as if she had been taking care of such injuries all her life, which she had in fact. Usually the wounds were afflicted by others, who were either taking out their frustrations about other things on her; or because they got some odd sexual pleasure by inflicting pain on her; or because they were fighting for their lives against her, albeit unsuccessfully. However other times, the wounds were self-afflicted, usually when she was trying to drown out the voices in her head so that she could focus her thoughts. Most time the voices were silent, but other times they were so loud she couldn't think, and this had been true for as long as she could remember. So Lena had learned that pain would exorcise the voices from her mind, at least briefly, and that the pain didn't always have to be her own. Giving others pain also gave her a much needed moment of silence. After the wound was bandaged, she turned suddenly, her robe flying open to reveal her ample chalk white bosum and shaply body. Marcel, of course stared, a wide grin on his face, where upon Lena grinned in turn but doing nothing to close the robe, saying with mock anger, "Hey! Eyes up here!" Then she laughed, which was like music to his ears, adding, "Just kidding! You can look anytime anywhere you want!" Lena turned to the sink again and began washing the vestiges of her makeup off her pretty alabaster face while remarking, "I've heard EGO implants help you heal faster. For a normal person, I heal fast, but it would be great if I could heal faster. Your EGO lady - Moira is it? - she seems to be a rational influence in your life, I'm guessing. As you might have noticed, I'm a bit short on the rational thought department, except when it comes to scrip - although that may not be true anymore since I'm willing to give you all my scrip, not that I'm complaining, mind you! Also, if Atticus changes his mind and decides to kill us, we would have more of a chance to kill him first if we both have smart EGOs helping us. Bottom line: I sure could use an EGO like yours! Anyway we can find the guy who installed your's and twist his arm to give me one? We don't want to break it, just twist it a little, so he can still be able to put an EGO like Moira in me." Lena walked over to her clothes rack, trying to find the right outfit for the day, finally picking a low cut Thorne Liro blue grey pantsuit. She began to get dressed, speaking nonchalantly as if discussing no more unusal a topic then the weather, asking, "What do you think? And what does Moira think? I'd like a woman's opinion on the matter."  ***** As Belle Starr drove her white Challenger towards Fortress K'shaa, Volodja recited the poem he wrote in the garden of the Shondu Consulate: "Good morning wasteland Good morning sounds of awakening nature Good morning first sunbeams playing with waves Good morning people who we love and care about What else do we need at moment? Nothing else than a knowledge That there will be next morning again" Belle listened intently, her blue eyes concentrateing on the road in head of her, but when he finished and asked her opinion, she turned with a warm smile that seemed to beam from all over her pretty freckled face, saying sincerely, "I'm no poetry expert, particualrly when it comes to free verse, for when I write poetry - don't look so surprised and that fact is not for public consumption! - I like mine to rhyme, as kind of a mind game I play with myself! That said, I know what I like, and I love you poem, especially for the times we live in this post-apocalyptic world! You actually sound more like me than you, with the glass being half full! The poem looks at the positive aspects of a new day, with the beauty of nature, family, and friends greeting us with the sunrise, and being happy with that fact on a day by day basis! So you got to know, I LOVE it's theme!" Belle was not the best of drivers at the best of times, so with her distracted by her enjoyment of his poetry, she almost ran off the road and into a hellbug nest, but narrowly avoided it, only commenting, "Yeppers, I really liked your poem Volo!" |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 5, 2015 13:28:34 GMT
Moira popped out from Marcel's mind saying: "Thank you, Lena. Finally we have someone around, who notices me and my skills. Because of your compliments I can almost forgive, that you condemned me to exile in Marcel's mind, because you can't keep your hands away from each other." Moira grinned to Lena, crossed one of her long legs over other and continued. "Actually it is a pretty good idea to have a second sentient EGO person around. A reasonable one, because I can't babysit both of you. I am really glad that Marcel finally found his love and so on, but it's getting really BORING to sit alone while you two are involved with...many things. That's my opinion. But it's up of you two, to find my father. Can't help you with that because we don't send each other postcards for holidays, so I don't know where he is now."
Marcel pondered about that idea. Actually it seemed quite good one, because at one point he would offered Lena the same present. All they needed was an EGO implant and that Toad, who created Moira, And where they can find the Toad? Marcel's last visit to VBI occurred, when he was following Lena, Volodja and Belle and that....nerd to ruined VBI facility. He had no idea Toads or how he was called...Oh yes, Yershov, Pyotr Pavlovich, whereabouts. But there must be someone who knows. Some VBI big nose. He should make some investigations about that...
"Congratulations, Moira! For once I agree with you," declared Marcel. "Lena needs an EGO psyche, but we must find the EGO implant and that egghead, who can program it. Where should we start our search? I guess we need an VBI source who knows, where that Toad is at moment. Any ideas about finding one?"
Saying that he sat down and pulled Lena to his lap to surround her with his arms, so she could think and he could feel her body against his, while they ponder about that problem. Even intelligent EGO unit like Moira could not turn love into rational thing. He was in love and could afford himself being irrational sometimes and enjoy explosion of feelings, caused by being with Lena. Marcel's mind was clear, but his heart pounded so hard that Lena could probably feel it through thin cloth she wore, while he whispered his "I love you" to Lena, although after saying that he was about to slap himself for distracting her. But he hoped that Lena understands that he had only good intentions when he said that.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 5, 2015 14:36:12 GMT
Volodja looked at Belle, listened her and absorbed every word before replying: "You can't imagine, how much your words means to me, dear girl. Your opinion is an opinion of a great companion and a fellow poet, so it is much appreciated. I try different forms for myself - from haiku's to limericks and throw in occasional free verses. This one was inspired by that beautiful sunrise I saw, your company and all our friends, coming to help us. Watch out!"
Volodja jumped on his seat, when Belle almost hit the hellbug nest, but remained to his seat thanks to safety belt. He raised his left hand automatically, put it to the steering wheel next to Belle's and helped her to adjust position of her white Dodge Challenger. It was matter of co work and helping each other. If they rode into same direction, sharing the same purpose, then he should do his part and offer a helping hand, so both of them could reach there. Rest of the way was peaceful for them, except when they both got carried away with discussion about importance of rhythm and meter in poetry and kept bombing each other with different samples of different verse meters, starting with Anapest and finishing with Trochee, so Belle managed to hit the brakes at last moment to avoid them hitting Volodja's metallic Dodge Challenger in garage when they finally arrived to their base.
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