The Major
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Mar 28, 2014 12:10:37 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Mar 28, 2014 12:10:37 GMT -8
Warmth personified this room as Shili's star traced its predetermined route through the sky, running just a bit slower than Coruscant's 24 hour rotational period. Clocking in at 30 hours, there was a tad more sunlight but not so much that travelers would really notice the effects until staying planetside for prolonged durations. It did offer the citizenry a chance to have longer parties and heavier drinking binges. No small wonder, it was then, that the fascists often sported rosy and happy cheeks when stationed to this warmonger's haven. Why then, did the Major look so pale when she returned to safety of this room? Her lips were pursed in a twisted line, and as she scanned the room there was a touch of sadness, although it was rare for those ocean blue irises to not be fraught with touch of morbidity. Here it was, this temporary sanctuary where such oddities occurred in its own self contained world. Was it so temporal? An illusion? Was Tess even real, or a result of the Major's fractured psyche producing a beautiful creature than offered complete acceptance -to perhaps starve off the suicidal seeking of deadly combat? The Spidery Spindle stares at the Commodore for a few beats then maneuvers back to the closet and produces a thin peacoat which matched the color of her slacks. Returning back to the main area which Tess inhibited, it could be noted, just from their overbearing size, that she sported both the cherrywood musket, Warhammer, and a powder blue parasol. Both items were tucked just underneath one of her long arms -though it begged the question of how exactly she bore what was obviously a heavy weapon with the ease of a marching baton. Considering the Major's coat was on and buttoned, it no doubt meant she was ready to depart.
"It is a tad chilly out." She said, musing. Waiting for Tess to make whatever choice in apparel, which results in a leather jacket, the Fallanassi then leads them down to the elevator, then down to the lobby past a quartet of grim looking officers and a platoon sergeant in a fieldcap. While the other clicked their heels and saluted, he simply nodded and approached, taking a quick look at Tess with a single brown eye before falling in line directly to the Major's left while they exited the lobby. Noting that she wasn't one of theirs, he speaks in Basic, though terribly accented.
"Wow, zyou're makingk progress. Dee girl actually looks ulive. I can't even seeh surgical markingks."
"She is not undead."
"Ahh. Vot? How ist she goingk to help against dehr Maus?"
"Get to the designated position and confirm a sighting at 10 kilometer range. And make sure the surveillance equipment is in place."
"Ah. Um. Jawohl, Obersturmbannführer." Equipping a highly modidified STG-44, the noncom sprints off, his boots pounding as distancing echoes weaken the further and further he gets. Obviously something very big was coming, but rather than answer any questions, the Major offers Tess a wide, mirthless, feigned smile, more or less troubled, though not exactly due to the bubbling conflict brewing and making its way towards them.
Eventually the duo enters a beer garden which has just opened its doors for the day, it now being whatever passed for noon on this planet. The Major, stomach growing from the desire to feed, orders quite a pile of food consisting of a number of waffles, fried potatoes, and an assortment of greasy sausage. She did technically order enough for a party of four able bodied men, more or less sure that Tess would either pick at whatever she liked from the collection, or order herself something less heavy. Taking two of the fried potatoes unto a personal plate, Riplian begins mashing them with the tip of her fork until they were throughly mashed -which begs the question as to which why she simply didn't order them mashed in the first place. The auburn haired one did break their conversational silence by intruding with the question bluntly, as was her way. "They taste better this way." Was the half grunted retort which spawns a debate between which actually got a bit heated, since both women insisted that they were correct and the other party was being silly. Frustrated, but glad to be distracted from their unique internal ruminations, Tess orders a plate of mashed potatoes, intending to bury this nonsense of spud bashing once and for all. Even after tasting from both plates, the Major continued to insist her method was better which left her compatriot wide eyed, perhaps wondering if this gangly freak was in fact sane. Eventually they order a pair of pints filled with white ale tingling with the savory twang of orange peels.
There is a lull in their mock fighting, however, and the moment it stops the awkwardness flows back in as those noisome mental meanderings take course without restraint, annoying and troubling both of their dispositions. No more. She would have no more of this internal self imposed tyranny. The woman across the table staring nervously to the left and right has enabled and has given her thoughts a place they can bounce about without judgment, as ugly as the actions have been. Now she would soon see the ugliness manifested, as the war drums beat in her head. Transferring some of this pent up energy into her arms, the Major downs the remainder of the pint and then smacks the glass unto the wooden surface -perhaps a bit more loudly than she had hoped.
"Something very bad has come to Shili, and it is coming, searching for me, for purposes that cannot said, but can only be hypothesized on. It may seek to literally eat the flesh off these bones. One must not run, cannot run, because not all of us cower in fear when faced by demons. No, that is a lie. But because of extenuating circumstances there must be someone who is willing to face this creature face to face, if not for the sake to sedate scientific curiosity; moreover, this creature would make a perfect candidate to a part of the death's head. She is chaos, you see: unbridled destruction for the sake of destruction. I have always been drawn to study such poor examples of life - by subjugating them and making them serve humanity, and if they will not obey, they are destroyed, have their raw materials taken, have their rest burned to ash, and are used to fuel those of which do make the correct choice. I do this because I have the aptitude to handle their natures, and I believe it is my right to protect the galaxy at large from their unchecked aggression.
"First, let me apologize for springing this upon you as though a trap. I am more sorry that for revealing this next bit like a unwanted hero who is forced away before the work's conclusion. Forgive these next words: if I do not survive, I would like for you know exactly what you have done.
"This week and change since laying these pitiful, farsighted eyes upon yours have been the strangest -not because of its violence, but due to its lack of it- in my life. Everything in this wretched journey, from the wars, the shots, the tumbling, the heart pulls, the operations, the blasts, the scars, the teeth, its people, its food, its locations -it has all felt so repetitious, as though I walked through a blurry dream, repeating similar actions, killing familiarities and familiar sentiments, hunting and hunting for a solution to a universe that feels older and older and more predictable as days pass. Do not be mistaken, there have others who have tried to understand this conundrum like you have -those who made their attempts to cull the cloud slicking over my eyes. They failed, struck like those who show vipers tenderness, because they each would get so far, begin to garner expectations, and these absurdities would ensure their departure. But you have none, do you? You do not seek to force anything from me, ever, only what I feel. I share, and you say it is fine. I scream, and you say it is not so extreme. I reek, you say it is all in my head. Why do you persist on being so plain yet so different? So fractured yet so composed? So perfectly imperfect? Do you not know what it does?
"Perhaps not. I have not told you. I keep replaying your kiss last night in my head, but the more it is not said aloud, the more the afterthought turns severe, and depraved. I think on being held and holding, on pressing and being pressed, on warming and being warm. It is not some fling, some one off shot, something stray. I feel your lips like phantom pain on mine; I wish to end the yearning by feeling it again, and it has only been a few hours. Again, then again, then again, harder, softer, higher, lower, around, wet, dry, salty with tears or sweat, sweet with saliva and smiles, limitlessly. Though it has only been so short a time, I think I know what I would like very much now. So if I go, and I survive, I was wondering if you would be here when I returned. I was wondering if you could eventually fall madly in love with me -if it isn't so much trouble- and if all I would have to do is be myself and keep you closer and closer. I was wondering if I could exalt and extol you within the rancid bowels of my mind, and frame your face in it as my love -as I march to death or triumph, and I was wondering if you would be okay with me gasping your name if I laid face down in my ripped guts, should worse come to worst -if this isn't so much to ask. I am aware I am a woman, and you may be opposed to such considerations nor could you be blamed if you did not. This is my fault, and my advance. On my end, I do not care if you are a woman, a man, both, them, they (and trust me this is all very confusing). But only you, Tess -I would like you to be the axis upon which my thoughts revolve. So if you do agree to love me, I can change my form to suit your tastes, but only the appearance. Everything else must stay since it technically is all I have. And if you did agree, we can start very slow, like this, like friends. If it isn't too much of a downward hassle or too high maintenance, I'd like to eventually kiss you again, or share time in your room, and do silly things like normal people do, and be your lover, your helper, and seek to make you happy -but only if you are fine with the novelty of the idea."
". . ."
"....Ahem."
"Ja. Did I mention I was sorry?"
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Tess/Tez Bola
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Mar 29, 2014 16:10:48 GMT -8
Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Mar 29, 2014 16:10:48 GMT -8
What had seemed like an almost normal day in their provincial town suddenly became something entirely different. Tess felt many emotions at once, yet none were more dominate than any other. She listened intently to her bespectacled friend as she described the nameless threat coming their way, ready and willing to stand ground beside her. This modest brunch began to feel like a tactical meeting, and Tess felt strangely happy that Rip had decided to tell her about this plan she was sure to have. Tess' mind began to map out strategies and internally catergorize the questions that were bubbling on her tongue. She was determined to earn her companion's respect in any way possible, the shame of her episode still burning her awareness.
All these ideas had evaporated one by one the more Rip delved into her "confession." Tess had put down the glass she was sipping from and slid her hands onto her lap to hide them beneath the table. Her mind became blank, her hands slightly trembled, and she felt a flush scurry from one side of her face to the other. Tess had a difficult time looking into the piercingly icy gaze of the one sitting across from her. She didn't dare be rude by looking away, but didn't want to stare either. She then felt her eyes meander downwards slightly. Tess watched Rip's pale yet lively lips move, more interested in the way they formed the words being spoken than hearing them said aloud. The syntax didn't matter. Neither did the tone. Rip's sincerity pierced something inside Tess, and she could feel the sentimentality pouring from within her. It was as if an aura encompassing eveything they were, everything they could and would be had entwined itself within them. Her stomach ached. Her mouth was dry. This had to be another illusion. And yet, she felt it all to be true. She felt warm. Secure. Ecstatic. Nervous. Contemplative. Everything and nothing. But above all, devotion. This moment would be engrained in her heart until the day she died. She could finally be herself with someone who actually loved her. She finally found someone to accept her flaws. Likewise, she found someone whose flaws she could forgive, and love unconditionally with every fiber of her being. Funny how fate worked. As soon as you give up looking for the one who could change your life, they find you.
Tess was ripped from her musings when those succulent lips stopped moving and twisted ever so slightly. She didn't quite hear the question they had posed, but didn't ask them to repeat it. "Was she done speaking?" Tess wondered as if she could answer her own questions. "Is she going to continue? Should I say something now? If I stay silent she's going to think I find her repulsive, or worse, that I don't find her attractive. Say something, stupid! Look at her! She looks worried already! Now you're going to be quiet?! Now, of all times! You need to tell her before it's too late! No, don't, because you're fine now. She doesn't need to know yet. Tell her when she can't change her mind about you anymore. How devious you are! Oh damn, what will happen if you relapse? What will that bitch do? Nothing! Tell this woman you love her! Tell her now! What are you waiting for?! SAY SOMETHING! ANY DAMN THING!" Disobeying herself yet again, Tess brought her hands from beneath the table and thrusted them outwards. Hovering over her seat while leaning forward, Tess placed her hands on either side of Rip's face, putting her own only a few centimeters away. She felt her lover shudder, hot breath exhaling from them both. Her slate eyes searched the face of the one she would die for, intending to memorize every freckle on that beautifully morbid visage. In a moment, she would have the best kiss of her life. Though it wouldn't taste like the night before, it would be just as sublime. They were both sober and full of hope. All their feelings were out on the table. The darkness that loomed over them was gone, and would ever remain so. Tess planted her lips on the very same pallid ones she had been watching for so long while being flooded with a sense of relief and unwavering adoration.
Tess pulled back, waiting to see if she would be reprimanded for such a hasty action. After sensing the lack of such an occurence, she removed herself from her seat and sat beside Rip on her bench styled one. Tess pressed her body against hers and slid her arm around her lithe waist. With her free hand, she took one of Rip's. "Excuse my vulgarity," Tess said softly. "If I ever do anything too forward, let me know. However, you started this whole thing with such a flourish, so I feel compelled to compete with you. I've also been waiting for the opportune moment to confess the self same sentiments you have shared but obviously have lost this round. I think you're winning so far, but I will catch up in no time. Anyway, it doesn't matter to me if you are a woman. I have fallen in love with you regardless of your sex. You. Not just the idea of you, but every little detail- the darkness of your hair, the way you scoff, the way you smell. You could be a man or a Twi'lek or even a Rodian for all I care. You're the most honest and miserable person I have ever met and there's something so wonderfully tragic about you. You're the underappreciated heroine of your own story who just needs the push to fulfill your life. I strive to be the the one to push you. Will you let me be your knight? Or even your short co-conspirator? Partner in crime? I'll be your anything. Your everything. It is no mere novelty, this pact we are about to make. I refuse to let you fall victim to self degradation. Don't you dare change or alter your appearance. How can I recognize anything but my tall and freckled raven haired beauty? Even if you were to hide, I will always be able to find you on any crowded planet. Believe me. My hand will always reach out for yours. My eyes will always look into yours. My heart will be put in a box with your name scrawled all over it. I will utterly be yours in any way you desire. I will always be two steps behind you. Always fight beside and against you, never letting complacency dominate or over take us. We will never stagnate. We will always grow. And I'm ranting again, aren't I?" Tess sighed, smiling widely. "You make me feel so unlike myself. It's wonderful. I don't care if I sound like an idiot. I don't care about the oppostion. I want nothing more from this life than to be yours."
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The Major
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Mar 30, 2014 10:04:26 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Mar 30, 2014 10:04:26 GMT -8
Oh. Wonderful. How grave a response, and delivered with a withering intensity that blended perceptions down to a soft blur. There was a lot happening, perhaps too much happening, but at least the Major had been wise enough to set her glasses on an auditory recording protocol. Now as her words are saved to a private, encrypted network that was already tabbed under a shorthand nickname in a dead language. She'll have the tone and presentation of Tess' adoration immortalized in song, and possibly in blackmail for future reference if rainier days should come to pass between them. On that note, there was very little between them. In fact, Tess was pressing in, pressing harder and harder the more she spoke. She wasn't checked in her advance, and this resulted the Major being sandwiched between a brick wall and a vigorous, lithe body. The wooden bench also aided in this lack of retrograde motion, offering a polished surface that was more or less slippery.
It begins to ache a bit, mostly because of the recent bullet wounds being uncomfortably pressed by this advent of pure, carnal advance. It labors her lungs, but she cannot lie. She liked the duality of it. The Fallanassi was free to be adored and free to dole out her devotion; to make it more divine the Major was offered this chance free of charge. There was nothing she needed to change both within and without. There was something so electrifying over all of this -this tiny measure of absolution, this one good circumstance that was giving to her, a person who deserved nothing but the cruelest forms of death and torture for the overwhelming crimes against both humanity and nature alike. It was escape; she was getting away with every horrid act right now. She did it without compromising, and she found this amorous intent without effort -but brute honesty. All this freedom -this new day and opportunity- and here she was restrained unintentionally by someone who felt every bit as strong or even stronger at this very moment. The duality of it all was quite pleasing. Unfortunately, as she realized that she liked feeling the cold brick against her back and the sizzling diction coming from her front -which summoned something warm and filled her skin with something akin to radiation bubbling just beneath its white surface. She was freed by someone who loved her, and also being trapped by someone who loved her. For a moment she wished she wasn't so much of an animal herself, but she couldn't help it -for it was more like secondhand nature. It was a curious thing, and it was almost an identical sort of slow but intensifying inner froth that the Major felt when, of all the damnable things, she was aiming at an enemy. She tries with her utmost ability to resist thinking about the process of sniping and how it exactly made herself feel, instead focusing on every time Tess said the word "yours" to the extent that if felt like bullet holes of punctuation, marking the end of this heartfelt display, this reverberating idea swap. It's not working. It's getting worse. She's trembling. And let's not get started on her breathing. She would love to tell her that she was a monster. Because certainly these biological reactions to actions that are otherwise supposed to be sweet, were made nefarious. Besides, if the Major told Tess she wanted her to stop, she would be lying and very poorly at that.
". . . Uhhhuh. Ahhh. Hahhh. Hahh. . . Hahhhh. . . .. . . . Ahhh. . . . . Hah. . . . . ---Hahhh."
Trying to remain at least somewhat composed in a public place, the Fallanassi shoves her free hand over her mouth and presses it as hard as she could, trying to stifle it all back. The reality of this strange happening was definitely entrenched in the mental romanticism provided by the now blushing and silently panting Major. Tess was by no means being some hormone bound aggressor delving into metaphorical hostage taking and forced contact. Unlike her more bestial Huntress, she was only hugging and holding her lightly. True, this did cause the torso to be sore due to the aforementioned healing scars, but that was really nothing beyond a light buzz. Again, the morbid one had to speed forward in her mind, in actuality pulling Tess in to the point where it was probably Rip who was causing a flourish of pain. The sick reality underlying this otherwise outwardly touching but now creepy display is that the raven haired one was, in a word, warped. She was especially warped in regards to this kind of thing because she has no personal experience in the actions that are acceptable or welcome in a budding relationship. Instead, she was probably ruining the most sentimental experience in her life -because inside her mind she was perverse due to a number of past traumas, both self created and self afflicted. To make it worse, she was cunning enough to know all these things. As she calmed herself down, she found her self again ashamed. Odd, this thing called guilt. It was completely foreign as well. Still, she hoped Tess could forgive her for often skirting past boundaries again and again.
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Tess/Tez Bola
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Mar 30, 2014 18:14:47 GMT -8
Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Mar 30, 2014 18:14:47 GMT -8
Tess was rather taken aback by the manner in which these proceedings had headed. How was it that after the confidence and steadfastness of Rip's declarations she became so meek and, for lack of better description, horror stricken? Tess looked into the face that had haunted her dreams, trying to see if one of the features upon it would give any inclinations to her behavior. Tess realized soon after Major had muffled herself that she had been the source of her ailments. She pulled herself away from her companion, previously unaware that she had been pressing herself so firmly against her. As Major was gasping, it was then Tess remembered of the various wounds she had received only weeks prior to this moment. "I am so sorry!" Tess said in an escalating terrified tone. "I completely forgot about your injuries! I'm so stupid! I didn't mean- Are you- Please don't- So, so, so sorry..." Removing her arm from the waist of the one she cherished most in the galaxy, Tess scooted away, giving back her space. Tess laced her fingers upon her lap while her head drooped, her countenance resembling that of a scolded child. The flush that went across her face returned and spread with a vengeance.
Rip's prolonged silence worried her faithful counterpart. Tess felt like she once again ruined everything, never able to make anything normal or right. She always just had to go one step too far without thinking things through clearly. What would she do if she was sent away? How could she cope on her own, while insidious thoughts lurked about like thieves? After this point, it was too late for her to just turn back. How could she be torn from this woman's side longer than a night's slumber? Even the throes of sleep had become burdensome! This had become deeper than a fatuation, more sincere than an obsession. Truer than lust, more concrete than curiousity. What she felt could not be unfelt, and she was damned sure the same went for the dark one beside her. No string of words, no matter how close, could ever be formed to describe their stance in this life or their unique and mutual understanding. Their bond could never be severed- any and all violence towards it would only strengthen the adamantium hold it had on them. Come, all ye who would dare challenge the righteousness of their claim, this romance to last two lifetimes. Sagas would be written about these unlikely anti-heroes, these brave and cut throat scourges of femininity. Nothing could stand in their way.
This awkwardness clearly was a misunderstanding. Perhaps Tess had said something to penetrate Rip's psyche, awakening her truer and nobler self? Perhaps even their exchange was too good to be true to this wretched soul? Whatever it was, Tess' resolve suddenly returned. In fact, Rip's reaction was something hopeful despite the personal struggle she was obviously undergoing. Tess felt her beloved's nervousness in the bench seat; the mild vibrations that reverbrated through it was due to the shaking of her foot and it was comically soothing. Tess once again reached for that long fingered hand and squeezed firmly while looking into that moonlit face and beamed. "You don't need to be so anxious. It's only me," she said in a more upbeat fashion. "I don't know what you're thinking, but you can tell me what ails you. I'll always listen when you need me to, no matter how silly or stupid you think it may sound. I'll never mock you, or make you feel that anything you feel is wrong. I didn't swear my undying love to you just to hurt you. I know you have your demons, and I'm ready to combat them with you. I only hope you would do the same for me. We've only scratched each other's surface, right? I know there is a lot you haven't told me, because I sure as hell have left some details out, but we have the rest of our lives to talk about it. Would you kindly tell me if you agree or disagree? I won't promise to stop pestering you until I see that smile I hold so dear."
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The Major
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Mar 30, 2014 19:22:33 GMT -8
Post by The Major on Mar 30, 2014 19:22:33 GMT -8
Ah, Tess was completely misconstruing where exactly her partner's thoughts were currently residing. Pros of explaining the issue: she could provide a valuable insight into the problem if there was any, it might put her at ease to know the chemical reaction she was causing, she could be flattered by it and it might draw them closer thus strengthening this relationship with its continued disclosure policy; cons of revelations: it may be too soon to say such things which might possibly diminish the validity of this (what was it they called it, budding romance), the idea of what was happening may severely disgust Tess in a way that was unrepairable, continuing along this path might invite ridicule, it could be beyond foolishness to reveal such blatant ineptitudes. What to do? What does literature say? What do her heroes say? What do her own values say?
Was it really so deformed for her to be feeling such things and entertaining such concepts? She has been like this for as long as she could care to remember. Certainly that in and of itself meant it was justified -possibly even the correct way to pursue life. After all, was Desire not her religion? But if such was the case, why was the threat of talking about it so humiliating in theory? What was the damnable unquantified variable that was gnawing out this doubt? Cursing herself for slot stabbing back and forth between something that was just petty, the Fallanassi decides to mete out the truth. It didn't seem like it was getting any easier.
"Right. Yes. Well. I agree with you. Let me put a disclaimer here: I am completely, hopelessly out of my depth. I was hoping to constantly seem suave and well thought out as we continued talking. Care you really bear such a pitiful state for long? Inclinations and evidence point to yes. Very well, I will tell you." The Major then turns and straddles the bench so that she was sitting aimed directly at the copper headed dame.
You want me to smile? I will comply.
Taking Tess' right hand with both of her own and feeling the contours of her knuckles, the Huntress smiles in that haunting way of hers when she tried to do it from the heart and not the tooth, adding in a hush tone:
"Your words have aroused me and there is no time for another shower." Outwardly, she manages to say that without turning scarlet; inwardly, she was bracing for impact in 3, 2, 1. . .
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Tess/Tez Bola
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Mar 31, 2014 19:26:47 GMT -8
Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Mar 31, 2014 19:26:47 GMT -8
A broad smile crept across Tess' face. The sensation of those hands over her own was rather welcoming. Rationally, she should have been somewhat offended by Rip's last comment, but there was something about it she found endearing. The raven haired beauty went against her own trepidations of honesty, risking scrutiny and ridicule to convey her current emotional stance. If one is to be in love with another, they must be willing to accept everything about them, oddities and thought processes alike. Tess was well aware what she was signing up for when she realized that this woman was the only being for her. Where Rip lacked in subtlety, she excelled in sincerity. She was reliable in times of strife, incredibly confident, and cut throat in nature. In a word, she was admirable. All those who hurt and offended her in the past were fools. They would soon realize the treasure they had lost when Tess claimed Riplian as her own.
"I wish you'd answer me once in a while," Tess said while tilting her head to the side. "Sometimes it's as if my voice is but the background music to the narrative of your life. You haven't seemed to respond to what I said, and your colorful confession can't gloss over that. You know what, it isn't a big deal. So, what should we do now? Sign a contract? Shake hands? Enact a blood covenant? Shall we finish brunch? Skip brunch, go back to the hotel and clean you up?" A wolfish grin took over Tess' visage. Her own thoughts surprised herself, but she couldn't say she wasn't tempted though. "Er, what I meant was," she stammered, trying to play off her embarrassment. "I meant we could go back if you wanted to shower. Then maybe we could, I don't know, catch a show or something? Go for a walk? Keep talking about our... blossoming, whatever this is? I fear the term 'romance' is too formal. 'Relationship' sounds too contrived. What would you call it? Wait, we don't need a label. Just one another."
They were silent for a several moments, reveling in their triumph. Triumph over preconceived notions. Triumph over societal norms and expectaions. Triumph over life itself. Contentment washed over them after who knows how many years. This moment was idyllic. Perfectly imperfect. "What do you want to do?" Tess asked. She lifted the hand that held hers to her mouth and kissed it gently. This kiss encompassed all of the respect and admiration she had for this lovely lady. Within this kiss lay the hopes she had for their union- full of dreams, happiness, and the ability to rise above it all. She knew the days ahead would be full of strife, but she was well prepared to fend it all off.
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Post by The Major on Apr 1, 2014 5:12:52 GMT -8
Whether intentional or happenstance, the good Tess' steady, verbalized diction more or less gave pause to the deeper, yawning lust for life housed somewhere low inside the Huntress' walking corpse. It didn't remove the positive outlook or hope that seemed boundless once unleashed, but it certainly culled the more debase or currently uncouth processes which threatened to besmear such selflessness with selfishness. Understanding this was reason enough for celebration, and as the lips of this woman caressed that of both her ruined and mighty hand the Major knew that at the moment she would adore another day with this one like the ones they have spent. It could not be because the enemy was coming. However, at least it gave her a reason to survive. What remained was still warm inside her body and filling, and this would hopefully be taken along to whatever destiny she carved out for herself in the next few hours.
"Ah, but if anything had to be the music playing in these catacombs called Mind, or surrounding the air around us throughout our days, then it should be blessed if it is your beautiful voice, your blunt voice. Did it again, hm? Told you of the result of your words rather than what they mean. There is no need to demean and degrade yourself as though what you say is not important. If your words were contrite, why would I ever bother or thirst to hear them? Do not fret yourself into constructing such pensiveness. Has all not been derived from my need to hear your words, to the point where I would apologize and list each one of the painful actions bestowed upon others? Oh! Let me not speak in questions. It is disrespectful.
"You accept me as is, regardless from whence it came, what it has done, and what it has mused. I hear your vows of devotion and do not think of using them -they are my absolution, salvation, and atonement. Be my knight, champion, savior, protector, healer, lifegiver, lover; be such things because I can never be such things for myself, because I lack the strength to save myself from, of all things, myself. Do this so we can escape this universe together. Do this so I will follow you endlessly into such escape."
Should she come along? Would she obey a command to remain here? Should she lie and say this is where she needed her, safe? Should it be a lie out of love, love not feigned but clutched unto breathless? She needed her there, along with, because if it came to that the end should transpire then her face would be what the dying body would seek. This was troubling the Fallanassi to the point of obviousness since although her face spoke volumes towards this new found happiness, those black eyebrows flexed downward in skewed lines.
"I would like nothing more than to run away with you -now. I would like to spend the day as you say, as we have. It is coming now. And because I am weak and selfish I will do the cowardly thing and ask you now to come with me to meet this monster -to subjugate it, destroy it, or be destroyed by it. Here, have this. . . " The Major removes her hands from Tess' soft face in order to undo the anchorhead buttons of her peacoat, producing three items after rummaging around along her torso and waist line. It was a pistol, a slugthrower marked with the stamping of a Smith und Wesson Model 39 chambered for the 9mm luger round. Instead of the usual black finish this particular weapon was metal plated. Although the oak wooden panels were somewhat worn from being squeezed in her hand, it still retained its polish. Along with the pistol there was a light holster and an extra magazine. "It was my father's." She blatantly frowned. "It was not a gift. I stole it. The frown intensifies as eyes begin to sparkle with extra moisture. "I. . . killed him with it." She then shakes her head rapidly to remove the thoughts associated with the weapon, focusing instead on the tactical application. "But you should hold it for now. It is loaded, including the chamber. You are never to attack with this, okay? You must only use it to defend yourself, yes? If the end is imminent, use it to the best of your ability."
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 3, 2014 4:59:12 GMT -8
The cold and heavy object placed into Tess' hands felt like a curious burden. She was charged with taking responsibility of an antiquated weapon she had no experience of dealing with at a condition in which she couldn't guarantee to adhere to. Tess held Rip's gun with open palms, unsure what to do with it. It had yet to dawn on her that she would need any sort of weapon, being so used to getting out of scuffles in her own way; she had always relied on the length of her arms (to not only reach out for the heaviest and/or bluntest object that was closest, but also for hitting) and an obscure sense of luck. She was "lucky" so far in life, never having experienced any mortal wounds, but there was still a lot of time to jinx that. Despite the cluelessness she felt about Rip's gift mentally, there was some glint of recognition in the dexterity in which she examined it. Within the muscle memory of her fingers, Tess was able to inspect the minor details- the hilt, barrel, and magazine cartridge seemed pleasing enough. It seemed so small and ineffective to her, given the type of creatures Rip had described they would soon encounter. There must be something effective about this gun then, otherwise her companion wouldn't have had it in her hidden breast pocket all this time? How had Tess never seen it? Why had Rip been concealing it this whole time? Painful mental associations? Had to be. Regardless, the time to investigate would have to be postponed.
"I don't mean to offend you..." Tess was saying, searching for the correct phrasing. "I don't really have a use for such an ornate treasure. I've survived this long only on my wits and fists that I don't think I would even fully comprehend what to do with this thing. But then again... You speak of monsters like they are intrinsically a normal part of your routine so maybe I'll retract my statement. You're going to have to give me a quick lesson though so I know how to not jam it or shoot my face off. Even though you warn me to only use it as a form of self defense, be aware that my sense of self has grown about six feet. I have no intention of guarding myself if things go awry- my main priority is to make sure no harm comes your way. Before you protest- I can see the look on your face- be aware of my rationale. Not only are you the only thing in this existence that makes any sense at all to me, but your worth is far more than you realize. You're basically the supreme ruler of this planet (yes, I know I'm being hyperbolic) and are the 'Mouth of the Emperor,' or whatever you call yourself. You're needed for the sake of the people of Shili, citizens and infantrymen alike. Ugh, that includes those zombie things too, I guess. If things go wrong, expect me to put my life on the line for you. Think of me as your body guard. I'm here to protect you, princess. My reward and payment is one and the same: your happiness and well being. No rebuttals. I'm aware of everything that is coming our way and you can't talk me out of anything. My place is right beside you, facing this threat head on. I want to be able to detect the smell of its breath to track it down in the blackness of night, the parlor of its skin to find it if it attempts to assimilate, the color of its eyes before I eliminate it so satisfactorily. As you can see, I'm ready for anything."
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Post by The Major on Apr 3, 2014 9:06:04 GMT -8
'Darling. Redwoodhead darling. The gun isn't for them -it's for you.' Should the fires of vengeance prove too indomitable -to escape the fate of ripping flesh as unfeeling, salivating teeth shear your essence, mind, and flesh tongueful by tonguechunk. Riplian has watched it happen a number of times, watched schiff cover some poor fool from hat to boot, smiling as though about to undergo the vilest interpretation of an orgy. The sounds were a marvel. Nausea inducing squirts where interlaced with muffled, jawless, throatless screams that was highly reminiscent of a cow in heat. The first time she heard it was, of course, at the Zoo, now a decade ago. There was something about watching ex-people doing things like that to twitching people who cried, "MAMA, MAMA, MAMI, MA! AH!" and then watching the living impaired raising with viscera upon their faces, singing chorus lines as though it was all a giant show tune. Those kinds of things had a way of traumatizing a young, impressionable girl as she touched upon the cusp of youth and adulthood. There was but one way to remain sane after witnessing a person reduced to a puddle of brown-red smegma. And then watching with ten, then twenty, then the rest of the company, then the rest of the unit, and then watching the ones with enough tendons to stand doing just that -standing. Standing in horrid, twisted shapes in a mixture of inner nudity and soiled clothing, wheezing out mottled gases that reeked, reeked. There was only one way to keep yourself from cracking down: be so much more debase in mind that these perversions looked at you and saw something even they were given to pause at. The turning point was when she messily removed a rowdy ex-acquaintance with a mangled neck who managed to clasp his fangs into her hip: by separating what remained of his neck from his shoulders by means of her own hands and teeth. She bit faster, ripped with twice the vigor. As the then Archaeological Research Assistant spat out whatever wasn't accidentally swallowed she proved another hypothesis incorrect: ingestion or injection was not the catalyst in transforming.
At least, if such was the case, ten years had pass without her own "shift."
Genetic lucky dice roll? Oh sure, the Major was so lucky.
It was fortunate that regardless of where she was today, her thoughts of intimacy were violated to the point of obliteration when she watched these monsters embracing people as though they were lovers -with hugs, looping arms, linking legs. Blood and eyeball paste gush. What small wonder then that touching another person in anyway without gloves or murderous intent made her mind race at full tilt, causing her hands to shake.
Survivor, lucky duck, blessed princess -yes, she felt the epitome of excellence. Survivor? That would never do for someone like her. Thriving, that was the only way to be considered alive. So then she would thrive in all fields and every aspect she bothered to put herself into. Tess would be the springboard, and the Fallanassi would continue to win, and win, and win, and escape, and get away, and get more, and take more, and win again, and grow, and win some more, then conquer more, win, win, win, and keep winning -but only if the defeats made her effort worthwhile. How. . . human of her. Was it really so simple? Embrace something independent from you that was soft and warm to the touch that looked upon you with sparkling eyes and took oaths and acted upon those oaths? The more the Major thinks about the implications, the more she starts thinking that perhaps she would be very angry if she died today. Or tomorrow. This was not something she was used to.
"Hm. You are correct. What foolishness that comes from this mouth, no? Sense now has been rendered meaningless without your presence. Meekness now would be weakness. Protect me, then. If I am threatened, be like a frothing hound from Hell. Be like a thousand bayonets springing from a shadow laced trap, or an artillery piece sending a letter of concern. Shoot the enemy, punch them, squeeze their necks until they are wrung off. Alive we shall be. Starting since last night, alive! Anything, anything that mocks or threatens whatever we want from each other will be crushed under our boots, their names reduced to ash, their families expunged from the annals of existence.
"Declaration: I henceforth relinquish command of my body and sign it to you, Tess, as your responsibility. Your primary directive is its continual protection. Conversely, I will be annexing your own corpus, taking this both onerous and glorious mission to ensure any harm or malicious intent is resisted to the utmost of my ability. Dereliction of duty will result in a fitting punishment: summary execution of the offending party."
A waiter reels his head back into his shoulders wondering why there was a woman making a speech as though standing in front of a podium. The boy shakes it off and collects the empty plates still caked in crumbs, grease, and syrup from the table, which most obviously kills the sentiment. Bloody reality. It was time to go anyway, and once the duo takes turns freshing up in the bathroom, the Fallanassi tends to the check and takes up her friend off and away. They would have quite a walk ahead of them for such a heavy meal, but even this had its purpose. As they march through cobbled alleys and bustling thoroughfares the taller of the set begins to glow with what must have been happiness and clarity of spirit coming from within; she even linked her free hand around Tess' arm and elbow while the latter seemed to prefer stuffing her own hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. Besides a person who wasn't paying attention attempt to shove her baby carriage in front of the women's path, who then was called an idiot quite loudly by the freckle spangled one of the two, one could say they appeared completely as a couple on a day off. Tips as to the contrary: a large rifled-musket, and their conversation. Well, saying it was a conversation was a little generous. It was more like the Major trying to instill everything she knew about the Model 39 she had given to the Rogue. On her insistence Tess would have to whip out the weapon again and again, which garnered an eye roll or two from the auburn haired one.
Safety was there. Magazine release is there. This is how you load it. This is how you clear it. This is how to fix a jam. This is how you aim, oop, sorry, ma'am -it's empty, didn't mean to frighten you. Oh, go away, old shrew. The most effective shot on a schiff is to hit the base of the brain. Aim for the mouth. Etc, etc, etc.
They eventually enter a large hilltop and field just immediately outside the technical city limits of Saarlan. Here and there a cottage was build on the side of the field closest to the lake. Farms could be seen on the sides closer to the mountain range.
Ultimate training simulation begins. Casting a white current created illusion, the Major directs Tess to begin target practice. The illusion itself appears as something grisly, like a teenage looking girl that was buried and unearthed again. On the request to begin, Tess adopts a firing stance, and the Fallanassi takes the liberty to rearrange her posture according to different situations. Really, it was just an excuse to get her hands busy on different parts of the Rogue's body. Hopefully it wasn't too obvious that the Reich's rather odd Princess was doing all this without gloves on. With any luck, she might even be able to make her Knight lay down on her belly to practice firing while prone. As long as she kept her distracted with details and other small tidbits or questions, the gangly freak was sure she could sneak in running her hands up and down Tess' thighs and calves -discreetly. Maybe.
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Tess/Tez Bola
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 3, 2014 9:56:37 GMT -8
Mental notes were made in the inexperienced one's head, and these weren't all about how to handle a fire arm. Tess had noticed a sight change in her partner's demeanor. She seemed... happy? Rip was a lot of things, but genuinely happy wasn't one of them. Could Tess have herself to congratulate (or blame) for that? Not only did the raven haired one have a sudden spring in her step, but wisps of hair seemed to have life of their own. They coiled around Rip's body, appearing jubilant, if of course, hair could feel emotion. But this wasn't the oddest part of this new transformation. Rip wasn't wearing her gloves. How curious. Perhaps she was coming to terms with the concept of intimacy, and that in order to do so, it requires the full trust of the one who you are involved with. These "notes" Tess was pondering about brought to mind something that had been nagging her for quite some time- she hadn't been completely trusting either. Rip was still blissfully unaware of her own darkness. If she didn't confess now, it would be too late. What if it happens during the confrontation? What then would Rip do? Call her a liar? Leave her? Kill her? Tess couldn't leave that to probability.
After they had completed their makeshift training, Tess holstered the gun in her own breast pocket. "Rip," she said firmly, determined not to go backwards. "I haven't been completely honest with you. I need to tell you something very important about myself. It's been eating at me since the first night we met to confess this to you, but I felt I didn't have to- that I had my... condition.... under control. But last night I had a terrible nightmare and it just might be an implication that my hold over this is loosening." Tess searched her friend's face for any questions, confusions or doubts. Hearing none, she continued. "I realize now how unfair this will be, now that we have come to terms with our, you know, relationship. What do you consider us, by the way? Ugh, no, sorry, we have to talk about that later. Alright, so the point of this is as follows: remember when I said to you that I have episodes? Moments I don't remember where I was or what I did? I sincerely don't have control during those times. It's as if my body is running around pretending to be me with someone else at the reigns. Someone malicious and violent. You have to believe me when I say this: there is another entity in my body. It's been there for as long as I can remember and it's a goddamn miracle she, yes she, hasn't come out while we've been together. She almost did at the jazz club, though, and I thought she was trying to push through this morning. She responds to a different name. That ribbon in your hair? It's hers." Tess paused once again, doing her best to explain things without scaring Rip. Not much could scare her, given her previous life experiences, but still. Losing someone you love, even temporarily, could be debilitating.
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Post by The Major on Apr 5, 2014 15:31:28 GMT -8
To say this type of sudden exposition coming from Tess was unexpected would be akin to stretching to truth past its factory recommended yanking point. Straightforwardness was the norm with this one, not the exception. The fact that she was so troubled but had held on to this concern for so long was only a testament to how much danger she anticipated. Things unsaid that were anticipated by the Major were now solidified in utterance, thus confirming predetermined hypotheses. Oh, it wasn't like the auburn haired one was predictable or easy to read -far from it. It essentially was that our resident Fallanassi was never one to just blindly accept details as random mischance; there were patterns, expectations, lines of logic, and established doctrines able to describe myriad circumstances -including matters of mental splitting. Out of respect for Tess' request, the Major had not brought it up further or attempt a delve into the minutiae of her budding romance's psyche. Although the advances of the curly haired freak were unintentional, they ultimately had their purpose. Perhaps keeping this woman calm, appreciated, and cared for would heal or gloss over the "issue." Perhaps Riplian was blindly hoping Tess wasn't insane, or possessed. After all, the closer something got to her heart, the more she was willing to ignore imperfections to the point of glorifying them through her farsighted lenses.
Poor Tess, for her newfound love was hiding something that directly correlated to her "condition." The Major easily remembers punching the same body over three weeks ago in the forests of Dressel, after the skirmish in the woods. Tez Bola was the name, and the selfsame woman was conscripted into the 3rd Fallschrimjaeger Regiment that day. Prints were taken, a friendly tag was installed somewhere along this "shared" body's wrist, orders were given, oaths taken, training begun. So when Major casually stumbled upon this paratrooper in training wandering around on Shili when her unit was currently assembling over Eraidu it was no small wonder her glasses picked up her tag, which caused a holographic alert to blare on the outline of Pvt. Bola's walking figure. Rip was in a bad mood at the time, and she figured a good summary execution right in the middle of a crowd would be just thing to keep her spirits up. Naturally, she would never tell Tess that her first thought upon seeing her again was made up with fractals of firing into her face with a grin. Imagine how foolish that would have been! In her mind, she justified not saying anything because it seemed to cause her friend great distress, and out of selfishness the Fallanassi would rather omit this fact in order to keep Tess' company. She did not perceive this as a karmic shifting move, and yet somehow the signature color coding throb in the Force painted the Major in a further deepening red -even at this moment.
The Markswoman could have brought this up, but she sensed that doing so would solve nothing.
!Clit-clack-thud!
Went the musket and parasol, making more noise as they clattered against themselves then they did against the thin layer of wheat and colorful weeds. There was indeed a chill in the air, marked by a breeze that rustled against the distant trees and whined in a mournful gust, shoving the puffy, sinisterly innocent clouds onwards on pointless vectors. Affection was something so seemingly unnatural for those that purposefully avoid its expression and instead turn to repression. When they finally were compelled, it was easy to see the hunger in their limbs; they seek not to harm, but feel solace -so bold to seek a place to relinquish their traumas like petty flower petals. Once in a while you might even see a shark or snake forgo their scandalously vile exploits to surrender.
?Since God has abandoned you
I'll God abandon too.
As he oppresses
we each are cast down
-as falling chaff, hopes, dreams,
even our protests too.
Behind vaults dark each are locked
by keys utterly black and dank.
From these cleaved depths all that's left,
somehow saved from relinquishment
-ha-
charred to obsidian,
is hope; hope for banishment.
But if hands tender pull you up
would you not hope for freedom?
Who will defend you then
from the most terrible of things:
yourself?
Yet, despite that,
I'll mend
-be defense
oh yes
from the most terrible: you?
Her voice in this instance at times struggled due to the attempt to string these feelings together into verse and sad song. Quietly, our most terrible Major hushed this promise into Tess' ears -compelled by that grand bastard which has felled empires, sprung gardens, saved children, and raised tyrants. What drove her to want to absorb the pain in Tess' head into her own or to suck them dry or slice them by sword point away from this struggling creature? Where did the killer instinct end and this newfound willingness to protect and serve this auburn haired mystery with such a sad face come?
It never mattered. Only that these thoughts continuously remained in future perfect tense mattered.
She did sincerely hope Tess understood as her gawky limbs instinctively knew how to both hug around her shoulders and use its hands to tease out and sooth in independent stands of reddish-brown in patterns that mimicked the wisping white puff balls above them both. It was too late. The Fallanassi had found something to hold unto: now she would never let go until the end was bitterness unrivalled.
"If this love had any restrictions or limitations, what would be its purpose? If this is your pain, let us aim to prepare and recover from it. Tess, do you not see it is a battle? You must be strong because otherwise the loss would be finality. Be strong because you are not alone: you have me in anyway you may need me. Tell me how you are comfortable in approaching this; tell me what maintains your dignity. Tell what would bring you peace of mind.
"Does it help to reiterate the use of the word 'love' in this conversation. When I asked you to eventually fall in love in me, did you believe for a second I had not already determined to be beside you, loving you? Oh, I am there, Dear. That is how rapidly this mind determines its desires. I will be unashamed of this, of you, no matter what you may be. What else would I devote unto besides everything that was absolutely you -regardless of the sordid parts. I am morbid beyond comprehension of most. I will remain as the defense of your temple regardless of your shifts. But if brings you ease let us talk about this.
"You have mentioned blank spells, voices, awakening with scars or in another location. You have mentioned that you feel more panicked the more you retain 'control.' Do not fret: we have already proved that it happens often and that such change is not final. Tess will come back. You will me see again. But if, when, it happens, tell me what to do. Tell me what I can do that will not make you feel less than the gorgeous individual you are. Be blunt. Be demanding. If this other side is malicious, we will defeat it resoundingly. But if it is you, then I'm afraid I better make ready to make friends with what we can assume is your more sociopathic side. Congratulations, I have been told I make sociopathy look like crackers and cheese -if that makes sense. I am ready to do whatever it may take to please you because I love you, Copperhead."
... And from somewhere both everywhere and nowhere at all, the Ice Queen laughed as the two hundredth and sixteenth incarnation of Rip finally loved something other than a bullet.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 5, 2014 19:34:54 GMT -8
Tess couldn't help but put her head on her lover's shoulder as her hair was being caressed in the warmest embrace she had the pleasure of being a part of. Tess smiled as she breathed in the crisp afternoon wind with the scent of the nearby daffodils intermixing with the faint scent of lavender still clinging to Rip's body. The groaning of the trees would at another point sound like such a somber noise, and yet there was something lively about it at this moment. The present forces of nature around the pair seemed to take an interest in bearing witness to their everlasting declarations and added a lovely ambiance in this solitary wilderness. If only they could spend the rest of their days together in that spot, away from prying eyes, away from war, and especially away from the unrighteous people that dominated particular sectors in their thoughts. Of course as the days went on, the significance of these nay sayers that haunted their past diminished more and more, but they couldn't make these imaginary voiced criticisms go away instantly. As long as they continued living together as they had been doing, openly without restraints, there was nothing their love couldn't accomplish.
Reveling in the moment, Tess put her arms around her major's waist. She let her hands help themselves to feeling around the smooth contours that made up this shapely figure. Tess brought her right hand up Rip's back, firm fingers tracing along her spine until they reached the back of her neck. Her hand came back down in the same way, resting at her hip while the other hand followed suit. She then had those naughty hands go up and down ever so slowly on her sides, allowing the muscle memory of her fingers remember exctly how far apart each rib was, the firmness of her abs, and which spots she touched that made Rip shudder in excitement. She lifted her head and looked in to those familiar yet intense sapphire orbs that saw only her- they saw past her flaws, her fears and sorrows. Nothing was more important than the second she had confessed her love to her. No place could be called "home" other than right here, in these arms.
Reluctant to let go, Tess took a step backwards, and took Rip's hands in hers. She squinted slightly against the rude firey sphere in the sky, and smiled widely. "You're my favorite person on this, or any other earth," she had said with a lot of the burden she felt lifted from her. "I want to offer myself to you completely, but that will include the other one, even though I can't speak for her. If, or when, rather, she takes over, she won't know who you are. You can try to reason with her and explain who you are, but I don't know how she will respond. Like I said, she's aggressive and tempermental. She's also head strong and quick to settle things with her fists. One of the scariest parts about this is that I don't know if she is cognizant while she's 'away,' because I know I'm not when I'm 'away.' If I remember anything, it's usually vague and foggy pieces, like trying trying to remember dialogue in a dream. But because of that dream last night, it felt that she really did have control and could take over any moment instead of after the usual trigger. That's another terrifying aspect- what if she takes over entirely, leaving me dormant forever? Ugh, I'm so selfish dragging you into this sordid life of mine. Wait! Rip, listen: this is iron clad proof that we were meant to meet! You're a doctor, right? Or a scientist? A mesh of both? Whatever, either way, but, maybe you can seperate us! Do you think that could be possible?" Tess' eyes sparkled, joyful in the prospect of being removed from her life long shackles. Even if Rip couldn't do it, at least an effort would be made. If it were to fail, at least she knew she would still be in love, striving for happiness in any and all ways they could. Unless... she got wise of these seditious thoughts and fled the star system before Rip even had the chance of trying. No, she wouldn't do that. She wants to be seperated just as badly. Maybe Tess and Rip could convince her to help them so they could be over this nonsense. Live the seperate lives they deserved. How could being awake half of your life constitute as living? No, she would agree. She just had to.
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Apr 5, 2014 20:34:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Apr 5, 2014 20:34:45 GMT -8
Supressing a half hummed, half growled noise while hands traced her sides was not as difficult and keeping that mind focused on the seriousness of earnest statements and hopeless requests. Surprisingly effective, that was in stimulating a sense of chemical responses and positive thought. Focus. Focus. Yes, the Fallanassi was indeed a "doctor, or scientist -thing" that could easily put the brunt of her research and intellect into fixing this split if it did in fact require repair. After all, it could be beneficial, even exciting if the alternative persona could be brought to a level of understanding much like the current side that bore the brunt of the Major's adoration. Unfortunately, that would mean they would actually have to give the other one, who the Major knew was called Tez, her or his or whatever it was its fair say. She wasn't prepared to rule out this wasn't occultic in nature just yet.
"Ja, I can definitely help out, but that means we have to at least see the other side in action. Yes, there is a risk of you being lost in the process for a time, but our mandate is clear: protection of the other person at any cost. I am afraid I will extract revenge upon anything that effectively ends 'you.' And I will not allow another thing to use your body as little more than a cheap car. Selfishly, I ponder trying to detain this other side as long as possible to further enjoy exactly what other kind of. . .fruit you offer.
"Oh! What to do! How do I live long enough to apply my intellect in your favor? Alas, I will have to content myself with -perhaps- hearing you utter three words in Basic, or two in a few other tongues, that would be such a morale boost to hear, along with this -perhaps?"
Watching Tess' reaction might be too embarrassing, and every force of nature in the universe knew Rip wasn't smooth enough to commit to this naturally, but she managed rather readily -engaging her love in kiss that was deceptively gentle. Deceptive only in the sense that suddenly ungloved hands slid down along the musculature of Tess' shoulders and back until slipping past the hem of the leather jacket before these busy workers pressed themselves into a secure place in her rear pockets, squeezing just a bit more roughly than would be considered gentle.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 6, 2014 6:23:08 GMT -8
Suddenly feeling conflicted, Tess closed her eyes and gave in to that kiss anyway. She realized that she shouldn't have sprung up something like that, expecting an outsider to completely understand her predicament. Of course the love of this woman gave her immense strength and confidence, but that made her even more terrified of inevitably losing control again. Rip had basically said 'what happens, happens, you're still mine regardless,' which was sincere in nature, but it's hard to make promises like that with out experiencing the situation first hand. Tess felt an irrational sense of loneliness and despair, feeling that her words were not taken at face value, serving as little more than an invitation for Rip's curious side. There was nothing else Tess could do except revel in the moment and take advantage of this sweet consciousness for as long as she could. Her grip around Rip tightened as if she was holding on to her last life line until that temporary oblivion set in. Only this time, she had someone waiting for her willing to help instead of flee like everyone else had. That was the only thing that could ease her mind, this gangly and deceptively big hearted woman. Coming back to her would make this strife bearable.
Tess pulled back from her lover's lips, keeping her half closed eyes inches away from hers and waited until they had opened slightly. She felt Rip's husky breath on her face, and the rapid heartbeat pressed against her own. At this rate, they were going to become insatiable. "Too bad I can't speak in your native tongue, to show you the intensity of my feelings for you, " Tess said a twinge above a whisper. "But my crude construction of Basic will have to do. Mark this day as the one I profess my everything for you- mind, love, and soul. I will give up as much of my body I am restricted to claim, until that time comes when it can be fully considered as mine. I love you. I wholly do, circumstances be damned. We can make it all turn to our advantage, you and I against fate and all of its devices. I couldn't wish for anything else besides being right here, with you, until the end."
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Apr 6, 2014 6:52:01 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Apr 6, 2014 6:52:01 GMT -8
The end was always closer and farther than intended.
"Wunderbar! So this is how invincibility feels: to have someone you love wholly trust, support, and believe in you -and to do so without restraint! I feel awake! What have I been doing for so long cowering like a sniveling little weasel. You make me feel like a mighty wolf, a mischievous rook, able to smash all barriers. Let us thrive or come to ruin together, again and again, or until that final blackness. You will accompany me to the depths of Hell itself as we barter souls like coin, and I'll follow you to heaven and smash down the gates if locked. Let us experience every freedom and pleasure possible between two under the stars as one unit. Do not be afraid of my intentions: if healing from your mind is what you seek, it will be my objective. Not for science's sake, or curiosity, but because I think I understand what it means to live and love now.
"It just so happens we might discover a new scientific solution in the process. So what? Even our cancer will mend the stars, but who cares for them, because my guiding star is right here in my arms -virginal, untested, brimming with forlorn hope. Nay, do not be troubled by doubts of defeat, Polaris. Drive, drive, push, and I will be the annoyingly ceaseless, creeping, ethereal shadow striding just behind you; doing such things like this when your mind runs too far forward!"
Attack begins. Yes, the Fallanassi was exceptional in strength, so when she lifts Tess by her hindquarters and half dances in circles while hooting, play howling, and mock crowing sentiments from the core of her enlivened, pleasured self, it was no surprise she did so with a lightness that implied ease. Eventually her arms started to strain, but rather then let go, the Major brings herself down in a crash upon her back, rolling Tess like an instrument across her body, glowing with a happiness that most likely would be doomed. But for now, she presses her advantage and wantonly kisses her love, moving her hands where ever and every where she wanted.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 6, 2014 7:53:43 GMT -8
Tess mirthfully engaged in the celebration that exuded from Rip's heart, not thinking twice about who might stumble upon them. They had landed on the ground in a sensual heap with a gasp, all the while taking in the invigorating fragrance of the emerald green blades of grass beneath them. Dandelion spores shot up in the air, listlessly dancing above their heads, while the clouds were still being voyeuristic above. These wisps of cumulous swirled into many forms and faces, never staying as any one in particular. The sun continued to rudely intrude on their mirth, yearning for attention by intensifying with time. It would grow tired and depart soon enough. Rip and Tess basked in their affections without hesitation, losing track of the outside world. Within this sphere, this nation of two, all else was petty stuff and nonsense. It just had to be that way.
Tess brought herself up to sit on her knees as Rip lay upon the grass, her legs on either side of these long limbs. She lightly pulled on her tie to join her in this semi-erect stance, a sparkle still in the corner of her eye. Tess grinned as she took the pale face in her hands, kissing the morbid brow firmly. She seductively kissed her face downwards until she found the lips she could never get her fill of. She felt there was nothing more to say on this matter as their words were solidifying enough. From now until their ultimate demise, they would be everything together: friends, partners, accomplices, confidants, rivals, villians, family, lovers. Anything and everything. Everything life could offer, anything that could be tried to have taken away. Nothing could stand in their way. No amount of heart break, no threat of tragedy, no attempt on their lives could sever what they were to one another. Whoever would try would rue they day they were created and would suffer for a thousand lifetimes. As Tess thought this, Rip would certainly have felt the sudden ferociousness in her kisses, the magnetism between them intensifying. Pity on those foolish enough to interfere.
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Post by The Major on Apr 6, 2014 10:06:04 GMT -8
There was liberation and then there was a satisfying, all inclusive vintage of the brand that was infinitely more wholesome in execution. Now that they had shared some of their most innermost fears and inner fractures there was nothing left to quiver behind save whatever sensations fleshy points of touch and attack offered. This was where usually where some inner nastiness ruined everything with a dark fantasy -no more. There was only the moment, and thought in the moment. It was like melting slowly, and not just because the sun said so. Somehow Tess found herself pressing her lips into the side of the Major's neck, perhaps because she intended to, or possibly because the markswoman was craning away to breathe. This was curious, if only because it triggered something that was quite different than watching a schiff tear into a nape. It frightened her immensely at first; Hell, it frightened her continuously as Tess put more and more pressure on it in an adroit manner. All manner of barely contained gasps, shudders, and hoarse rumbles passed from the Fallnassi's over-long lips. Her face when scarlet, then deep purple. That torso shook. At one point her leg began to beat against the grass uncontrollably. However, this time she maintained the proper strength to not sully this, not even in thought -and as she remembered to breath evenly, her body maintained a semblance of composure -going so far as to retreat away so that Tess would pull her back in by the silk tie, to the Major willingly and softly pushing into her lover's teeth and lips, treasuring even the hint of moisture building up.
Wonderful. This was tickling far more than tickling.
But the tide would turn, eventually. At a certain point she places her hands upon Tess' shoulders, and through gentle force suggests her own turn while insisting that the auburn haired one lays down. She wasn't exactly well versed in pleasure's execution, so she applied what she had learned from the Copperhead back, but perhaps a bit more softly -considering the Major's teeth were not designed to be taken lightly. Instead, she expresses appreciation through her hands, because she had so often covered them in gloves. Now, they explored, and unless a line was established, they would touch and feel every bit of this woman now pressed upon the grass.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 6, 2014 20:21:35 GMT -8
Shadows began to eclipse the bodies that were sprawled upon the open field. They lay there breathing heavy with content, the taste of the other's skin still upon their greedy lips. Their fingers were interlaced, their tresses were slightly knotted together, and their feet rubbed excitedly. Their romp had been exhilarating: they both felt fresh and new, feeling sensations they never thought they would. Their bodies hummed with anticipation, awaiting the next bullet on their life long itenerary. Tess, laying on the right, turned her head first, peering at the lovely smile that stretched slowly on Rip's face as she also turned her head. Tess responded with a smile of her own, lifting her lover's bandaged hand to her mouth. She kissed it firmly enough to be felt through the strips of cloth. Tess sighed, knowing this reverie would soon end. Not because they willed it to, but because of the lurking figures just beyond their perceptions. Wickedness would soon rear its vile head, and it would be best for them to be prepared. The sooner these demons were sent away, the sooner they could submerge themselves back into their fantasy- the fantasy that dictated that they were the only people left in the world, all else slain by their own misguided selfishness. An ironically wicked and selfish fantasy, of course, but they reasoned it to be a selfishly selfless cause. That was justification enough.
Wordlessly they picked themselves from their idyllic contemplations upon the cool turf. They brushed each other off and carefully pulled apart their unruly locks. Rip and Tess headed off towards the lake, fingers once again interlaced, as Rip held her musket and Tess held the parasol. They spoke of lighthearted musings and future plans- the adventure Rip had promised was not forgotten by the shorter dame. She questioned her lover about what sights they would see on this planet, and asked if she'd rather go to another instead. They continued to smile freely as if all was well in the world, despite the heaviness that grew in their hearts. Even though they should have been concentrating on the impending danger and discussing battle plans, it wasn't as important to them at that moment as the bottle of pinot noir they spoke of procuring. Rip had even contemplated purchasing victory cigars for them both, the option of failure being inconceivable. Mentally, they rationalized that they were resourceful enough to know what to do when the time came; more importantly, they both felt secure in the decisions they would have to make if worse came to worse.
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Post by The Major on Apr 7, 2014 7:42:01 GMT -8
"I want to go back to our room very much so."
And she did, extremely so. However, her lenses provided the needed alert: a dropship containing a person who had caused quite a show was nearly upon the duo. What would come of this? Ultimately, it wasn't so much a crucible for the Major. She was just compelled to see the why and how in things. The best part is that she needed to make no effort. She could literally sit on a downed tree log near the lake beside her lover, be silent, unfurl her parasol because it was too sunny, secure her peacoat so that the wind gusts didn't leave her too cold, and wait.
She did exactly that, watching the lake with Tess and the predator birds that fed on the fish inside.
Eventually, that dropship arrived, and its doors opened. Did the Major move? Not at all.
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Post by Chloro on Apr 8, 2014 18:53:25 GMT -8
Circular movements. Not to hard. It's trench you're trying to dig. It's more like a caress.
The Mouth was sitting on a bench, her legs wrapped around the Schiff's torso, who sat on the deck. From her vantage behind him, she was gently guiding him, her hand around his hand, moving the toothbrush around his mouth and teaching him the finer points of dental hygene. She smiled as he got the pressure and movement right. A little clumsy but the technique was there.
Ih thfink weh're arrivifing...
The dropship smoothly landed and the ramp extended. Infinitely reluctant, the Schiff disentangled himself from the Mouth and escorted her onto the scenic lakeside. Not that she could see it was scenic but the fresh air and smells of wildlife told her that it must be visually pleasing. Even the Schiff's mood lifted. There was one other person who was flushed with pleasure. Unless she was wildly enamoured by the outdoors, the only other logical explination was that she was with her lover.
Riplian Von Shepardt. Major Riplian Von Shepardt. The Major.
She was emotional as she walked over to the couple. Angry. Gleeful. Excited. Vengeful. Her mouth dried and her pulse quicked. She put her hands into the pockets of her jumpsuit and abruptly removed them. In and out. She drew to stop, within speaking distance but out of armsreach. She opened up her mouth and rooted around for a moment, extracting a pair of badly chewed rectangular data glasses. She tossed them at the Major's feet.
Doctor Gustav Kodaly-Remiak sends his regards.
There was also the remnants of an LMG somewhere in there too but that was immaterial.
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