With a knife behind my back...

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Apocalypse 2.0

ilaughedicriedipukedinmymouth:

          Observant was the demon when the other reapplied masking, the equipment sealing back into its place, just as it was when she’d first encountered Binary. Half of her was still wanting to question how the technology of the twenty-twenties worked, as it all seemed so useful, though she yet again held back. There wasn’t any point in getting off-topic when time was of the essence. Once the sky above darkened, traveling would likely become a greater challenge.

          Binary’s response as to how to react upon finding others in the area was enough to satisfy her curiosity. The demon’s lack of understanding the Combine’s goals, combined with a carefree attitude, left her without further questioning the hypothetical scenario.

                    "All right," she casually shrugged her shoulders in agreement, "Let’s hope we don’t have to deal with any major conflict. Maybe lady luck will smile down on us once we get to the villa.”

          — The assassin clearly knew what she was doing, whereas Meg hadn’t even been in the surrounding world for a day. Meg wasn’t the most trusting creature to walk the Earth, but she decided trusting the more experienced of the two was worth the risk.

          For this reason, the blonde was perfectly fine with a change of subject, let alone one that brought an expression of interest to her face. While she couldn’t claim to have any formal knowledge in the field of parkour, her rather prominent demonhood could definitely help with any needed jumping around.

                    "Oh, I’m a total parkour expert,” Meg added, the pitch raise in her voice indicating sarcasm, “I’ve practiced it for years.”

          It didn’t take long at all before she added onto her previous statement, in a less sarcastic note, “I can’t claim to be the best, but that shouldn’t be a problem. I’m generally good with getting from place to place.”

          If worse came to worst and she ended up accidentally, say, leaping off of a building, she could easily teleport back to where she was, at the cost of leaving a little sulfur in the air. Demons did not smell pleasant, nor anything close to pleasant — this was evident when they used their power. Hopefully, no one would notice that undesirable scent if such a possibility did happen. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to the fact that she was actually a creepy old thing from Hell

          In the meantime, Meg was quick to focus on Binary, ready to follow her lead. Before speaking, she waggled an eyebrow at her new traveling companion,

                    "I’m ready to get going whenever you are, partner.” 

     "I’d hope so, even if I’ve got more than the average singular soldier I’ve still not really got more than enough for close quarters combat with more than the unarmed combatants. I’m really even prepared for antlions, should the need arise." A general consideration took place, including a quick glance over locale information, before she shook her head. "But no, it shouldn’t. According to reports, the closest antlions are further out in the desert. No need to use my knife today."

     The path to the manor would take them straight over the mortar pod. There was no remaining reason to continue shelling of the villa, but what was here already was here to stay. Giving about a year on first infestation, there could be anywhere from three to three hundred of the tiny assholes. That’d likely give Meg a chance for vengeance, now that she was armed in the long-range department.

     Well, so long as there were no given able bodies for that pod. Then there really would be a few “parkour experts” out in the field.

     "Well, I suppose I’ll have to expect some expert moves thrown in there." A bit of a grin was implied in her own tone, even borrowing hints of variation from the sarcasm Meg used. A tilt of her helmet gave the implication of a "wink" while she was at it, and the assassin quickly added herself, "I don’t expect too much, I’ve only practiced something like ten years, on-off. Regulations typically don’t let me within city limits, unfortunately enough."

     It wasn’t like she would be expecting to smell much other than the filtered air of her body-regulated suit any time soon. The demon would be easily missed, giving only the visual a bit of a trip-up.

     "Anyways, I’ll radio you directions if it turns out we do get split up, though that doesn’t seem too likely." A few steps were given in the direction of the closest building, before a radio test was given: "Just try and keep up. Easy enough."

     The few steps turned into a quick-paced run that took the assassin up to the handhold of a pipe, which she scaled up a few paces before reaching out and kicking the ladder of the fire escape ladder down for the following reach towards the rooftop. The patchwork of the villa seemed rather meant for the purpose, almost like it could be used as a sort of training ground. Well.. not ground, per say. Training roof just doesn’t roll off of the tongue quite as well.

     The first few roofs would be easy enough, until the rise in the middle of the villa and then the uphill portion towards the manor itself. She’d point out the actual manor now that it was at least in sight, continuing from her radio. “We’ve got our final destination a couple of clicks off.” She’d give another direction, close to the center point of the villa and just off of the path to the manor. “On the lookout for headies from that direction and likely anywhere else there’s a sizable enough hole. That pod’s been left long enough for breeding conditions.”

A Lot More have Started and have been Following Their Dreams

thegodofyourdreams:

The body language of the silenced sigh didn’t escape him as he watched her from behind.”Still thinkin’ with a military mind…” he spoke, moving into her field of view and leaned in the railing of the balcony. “I can do spacy stuff, too. No problem! But dis…” The Shaper motioned to the scenery. “…dis is somthin’ i did fer myself. A garden if you’d like.”

"…but what use is a garden if dere’s else to see it…."

He let that sentence hanging as he gazed over the railing.

     Her head perked up slightly as he moved into her view port, though it was primarily her eyes that glanced to the side and then back out at the posited garden. She wasn’t sure about it still, but it was pretty, at the very least. Something that wouldn’t entirely be lost on her, he did this for just himself. “You’ve shown me, you could certainly show others too.”

     A stroke of her finger ran down the side of her masking, unlocking her visor and allowing for it to be removed, even if it was still partially sealed for the moment. Not that this would have much of an effect on the dream god, anyways, but it was certainly more of a consent than she had shown previously. More obvious body language there, as the suit slowly relaxed a little with the unconscious feeling of “fresher” air on her face.

     ”Dreams, right?” A question barely directed to him, in part just his position of power. She had near-perfect recall, but that was certainly why the question was important. “I never even stood up from my desk.” State of fact, even if it was closer to a guess. “Are they watching? Because I know you are, almost for certain.. being a bit of a god, at least.” She examined her hand and thought back. “Wise choice, with a mentally unstable auto-compliant unit, you’re more likely to get a response instead of protocol.”

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the-archetype-of-civilization:

fassassin:

the-archetype-of-civilization:

Ender blushes deeply, crossing his legs at seeing Binary shirtless. “W-whoa…uh…Binary?” ((It’s okay. I understand :) ))

A shiver ran through her body from the feeling of skin running down her side, blushing more herself with a bit of a grin. He’d pick up on alternating black and white patches making up her chessboard-pattern panties as the shorts were slid further downwards.

Once they were off, he looks up at her as he was still on one knee. “Anything else?”, he asked her, gently stroking her thigh.

She tenses up a little before relaxing and shaking her head. “No, I think that’s about it, unless you want to match.” She looks him over once more from down on his knee, licking her lip not-very covertly.

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the-archetype-of-civilization:

fassassin:

the-archetype-of-civilization:

Ender blushes deeply, crossing his legs at seeing Binary shirtless. “W-whoa…uh…Binary?” ((It’s okay. I understand :) ))

She closes her eyes a moment before placing a finger in a space it makes between her skin and the fabric of her shorts. “These seem like they’d just get in the way.” She implies with a hint of sarcasm and a smirk.

He blushes hard and smirks a bit. “Oh…we can’t have that…”, he replied with the same mock sarcasm. He gets on a knee as he gets the fabric of her shorts and slowly pulled it down, blushing harder as he felt his knuckles graze smoothly over her warm skin.

A shiver ran through her body from the feeling of skin running down her side, blushing more herself with a bit of a grin. He’d pick up on alternating black and white patches making up her chessboard-pattern panties as the shorts were slid further downwards.

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the-archetype-of-civilization:

fassassin:

the-archetype-of-civilization:

Ender blushes deeply, crossing his legs at seeing Binary shirtless. “W-whoa…uh…Binary?” ((It’s okay. I understand :) ))

"I wouldn’t mind, I suppose. I’m not exactly skilled, I’ll warn you now." Though she did originally have not more than a massage in mind, she was still more than a little red as she bit her lip in contemplation. "I suppose I’m fine with letting anything come off, though a massage seems like the easiest way to manage.." She trails off, not quite knowing what word to use but waving her hand a little bit.

He walks over to her, gently stroking her shoulder. “…which piece would you like me to take off?”, he asked her, blushing a bit more as he looked at her.

She closes her eyes a moment before placing a finger in a space it makes between her skin and the fabric of her shorts. “These seem like they’d just get in the way.” She implies with a hint of sarcasm and a smirk.

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the-archetype-of-civilization:

fassassin:

the-archetype-of-civilization:

Ender blushes deeply, crossing his legs at seeing Binary shirtless. “W-whoa…uh…Binary?” ((It’s okay. I understand :) ))

”..You know, being in that armor a majority of the time can make a body sore.” She blushes still, but stretches out her arms over her head a moment, getting a minor response from the armor before actually removing the gloves on the downwards stretch. “You wouldn’t mind giving me some upkeep, would you?”

Ender blushes a dark crimson as he saw her stretch and her gloves come off. But, he decided to be a little forward, as well. “That depends on which pieces you want to come off…and…if you’re willing to do that same for me…”, he said as he walked up to her.

"I wouldn’t mind, I suppose. I’m not exactly skilled, I’ll warn you now." Though she did originally have not more than a massage in mind, she was still more than a little red as she bit her lip in contemplation. "I suppose I’m fine with letting anything come off, though a massage seems like the easiest way to manage.." She trails off, not quite knowing what word to use but waving her hand a little bit.

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the-archetype-of-civilization:

fassassin:

the-archetype-of-civilization:

Ender blushes deeply, crossing his legs at seeing Binary shirtless. “W-whoa…uh…Binary?” ((It’s okay. I understand :) ))

She looks him over with a growing blush of her own. “You aren’t half bad yourself.” She makes little move to cover herself up, even if she had done a little bit of research into those areas in the past. “Thanks.”

He blushes harder and harder as he looks at her, now. Seeing her completely uncovered made him harder and blush deeper. “I-it’s the truth…no need to thank me…and thank you…”, he said quietly.

”..You know, being in that armor a majority of the time can make a body sore.” She blushes still, but stretches out her arms over her head a moment, getting a minor response from the armor before actually removing the gloves on the downwards stretch. “You wouldn’t mind giving me some upkeep, would you?”

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(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ mindgames

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ murder

Dahlia - Ghost Chair

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the-archetype-of-civilization:

fassassin:

the-archetype-of-civilization:

Ender blushes deeply, crossing his legs at seeing Binary shirtless. “W-whoa…uh…Binary?” ((It’s okay. I understand :) ))

One eyebrow perked up as Binary looked up from her station, though she still didn’t exactly start blushing herself. “Something wrong?” Hint of a smirk with level concern, even though she still wasn’t sure about that. She’d received about the same response the last time she’d had to patch up her armor outside of the citadel, come to think about it.

He blushes more and more once he saw her smirk. “…you have a sexy body, Binary…”, he muttered quietly as he looked away, crossing his legs to hide his sudden hardness.

She looks him over with a growing blush of her own. “You aren’t half bad yourself.” She makes little move to cover herself up, even if she had done a little bit of research into those areas in the past. “Thanks.”

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the-archetype-of-civilization:

fassassin:

the-archetype-of-civilization:

Ender blushes deeply, crossing his legs at seeing Binary shirtless. “W-whoa…uh…Binary?” ((It’s okay. I understand :) ))

"Salutations. Armor’s in need of minor repairs, hope you don’t mind." Bee finds this more of a need to address than her being at loss of a top, simply threading pieces of the armor’s insides. It seems comfy enough to wear like it is implied- shirtless -but a folded up miltac-fiber dark undershirt is discarded a little ways from her setup. Other than the black-black of matching stockings to the thigh-length short thermal, she wore only tactile response gloves and a necklace with a pair of dogtags.

He blushes more the more he looked at her appearance. He felt himself getting a bit aroused by it all and he covered himself. “I-it’s fine…I guess…”, he said quietly.

One eyebrow perked up as Binary looked up from her station, though she still didn’t exactly start blushing herself. “Something wrong?” Hint of a smirk with level concern, even though she still wasn’t sure about that. She’d received about the same response the last time she’d had to patch up her armor outside of the citadel, come to think about it.

( . Y . ) (more accurately, I'd guess? ps sorry about timing with replies I'm just not so motivated at all recently)

the-archetype-of-civilization:

Ender blushes deeply, crossing his legs at seeing Binary shirtless. “W-whoa…uh…Binary?” ((It’s okay. I understand :) ))

"Salutations. Armor’s in need of minor repairs, hope you don’t mind." Bee finds this more of a need to address than her being at loss of a top, simply threading pieces of the armor’s insides. It seems comfy enough to wear like it is implied- shirtless -but a folded up miltac-fiber dark undershirt is discarded a little ways from her setup. Other than the black-black of matching stockings to the thigh-length short thermal, she wore only tactile response gloves and a necklace with a pair of dogtags.