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Post by The Major on Apr 8, 2014 8:50:22 GMT -8
"Wake up."
A slender and pale palm gently and reassuringly taps upon the side of Tess' cheek.
"But do try to remain calm."
There was an old log, grass turning to mud along the edges, but nothing else. Literally, nothing else but a massive black sphere surrounding and all encompassing. There appears to be tiny chunks of glass floating and reflecting some invisible source of light. For now, these tiny fractals provided a faint glimmer, and did a poor job of outlining the Fallanassi, who currently lay over a recently slumbering, now stirring, Tess. At least the Shadow Major wasn't grinning.
"Tess. Wake up!"
And in the distance a strange sort of ill crafted melody streaked across the black expanse, touching the air like an echo of a once great composition. In this far flung din of what wailed on in a morose pace like a distant memory, one could detect the sounds of strings section.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 8, 2014 9:45:45 GMT -8
It took a bit of rousing to awaken Tess, more so than it would normally take. She opened her eyes slowly and was unable to make out anything: where she was, what she was doing there, the name of the hauntingly familiar song... She sat up, rubbing her eyes, not sure if it was her eyes that were not working properly, or if the location itself was blurry. Wait, that didn't make much sense. The last thing she remembered was sitting beneath Rip's parasol and watching the lake, waiting for--
She made out her major's enigmatic figure in the foreground of prisms and shadows, temporarily relieved. She yawned comically while lavishly stretching her limbs.
"What have you gotten us involved in now, Cap'n Jack?" she asked with a lopsided grin. "Unless, if I didn't know any better, this is some Current related phenomenon."
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Post by The Major on Apr 8, 2014 10:15:05 GMT -8
What an exquisitely astute observation provided by a person who proclaimed they were at risk whenever excited. Right now, as she haphazardly sent a cloud of hot air directly unto the Major's face in the form of a yawn such a prospect could be argued. Thank goodness her breath smelled of white ale. Stoic at first, the Fallanassi then slowly bleeds the monotone in her voice in exchange for a sleepy yet informative tone.
"Yes. However, we're a little more deep in than just a simple current casting. I have taken the liberty of combining our consciousness in a safe middle ground. Mind your thoughts, because in this zone they will more or less formulate."
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 8, 2014 11:29:12 GMT -8
"Manifest what now?" Tess asked, suddenly wide awake. She stood up and brushed the seat of her pants. She tried to not think too hard about anything in particular as her companion had advised, but couldn't help thinking about how eerie this situation was. She thought of other places they could be and asked, "Can we at least have a change of scenery? This expansive void makes me feel like we're dead."
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Post by The Major on Apr 8, 2014 11:49:58 GMT -8
"But this void is something I picked to represent what is about to happen. See, this is where I am going to do everything I want to do to you and then I will take your memories, dreams, and desires and turn them into sweaty footnotes. You will not remember anything, so brace yourself and your body, Tess.
"That is, how you say, a joke.
"Your face did not even flinch just now, it more screwed up like in concentration. How ghastly.
"Stop staring like that! It was all in jest. You know me: moribund. Anyway, let us provide you decent scenery. If it is not to your liking or you grow bored, feel free to take the time to shift it. Now, here we go..."
It wasn't a show, nor was it a presentation, and the Fallanassi was certainly not a magician. There were no incantations or immersive hand waving; there wasn't even any interpretive dancing. The crowd defiantly wanted to see a 6'4" curvy spindle make hip movements in a suit. Since there was no crowd, there was no need to overdo this. The Major smiles cheerfully, and suddenly it would seem like the duo was standing in water, with the scene ripping outwards from their epicenter, spreading outwards until lake side Saarlan stretched towards the horizon. Birds chirp. Bees buzz fatly. Clouds shape themselves into diamond shaped hedrons -floating lazily like far flung empires with shadowy etchings in ancient tongues.
Bright, it was. So bright their eyes would have their pupils contract in order to compensate.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 8, 2014 12:45:54 GMT -8
It wasn't exactly what she expected, but Tess found being in a pseudo-Saarlan adequate enough. The clouds were indeed pleasing to look upon, despite the underlying menacing feel to them. Tess found herself to be transfixed by the entire situation, staring at the details in awe. She wondered how much power was needed in order to make this happen, and if it was at all taxing on her lover's mind or strength. Rip seemed to be enjoying herself, so all had to be well. Tess slinked over to her gangly gal and wrapped an arm around her waist. She kissed her cheek, seeing if touch was possible here- what better way to test a theory? She put her auburn head on her favorite shoulder and asked, "What else can you do?"
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Post by The Major on Apr 8, 2014 13:14:08 GMT -8
"Anything. Everything. Mostly, I can show you this: you will never be bored with the likes of my company. Well, unless you start hating geometry. But this is not about what you will be shown as much as it is about you showing." That last sentence was said with even more cheer, and it was enough to cause the Major's eyes to squeeze shut in a showcase of appreciation. A freckle banded nose briefly finds itself within the locks of Tess' hair, before the Markswoman takes a step back with an expectant expression laced with a level of curiosity so genuinely interested and innocent it appeared criminal.
Show me, said her mind, and the patterns in the massive hedrons rearranged into script which wrote a name over and over along their white-gray flanks: Tess. Tess? Tess. TeSe. Teß. TESS?
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 8, 2014 14:27:34 GMT -8
"Uh...."
Tess hesitated because she felt put on the spot. She looked to Major for inspiration, but only found a devilish grin and over anxious eyebrows. She wondered mostly about what she thought Rip wanted to see, but Rip had said this was about what she could conjure on her own. This limitless thing sure was constricting.
Tess bit on her lower lip and squinted up into the sun. First of all, it was too bright. She imagined it being night, the element in which contributed to their insatiable romance. The moon, in full splendor, replaced the position the sun had been in. The clouds remained as they were, not seeming to take notice of the change of atmosphere. She then pictured a little table with a black and white checkered cloth with two metal framed chairs facing each other. Two thin candles burned intensely, the wax not appearing to melt at all. Two stemless glasses also rested on the table. Tess motioned Rip to take a seat, and followed after.
"What are we drinking, dear?"
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Post by The Major on Apr 8, 2014 17:32:48 GMT -8
Drinks? In this realm of creation and uncreative splashes of thought-burst what could one really drink. Alcohol could be created, and its flavor could be crafted in such a way that it might taste like Cabernet Sauvignon, or Cabernet Franc, or Shiraz, or the tastiest, most tingling Noir, or a bloody Merlot. By why the aplomb? They wouldn't get drunk in this realm. No. There was a better fluid to symbolize the most basic of needs, to symbolize the creation of a basic need. Tess would be her hydration in these drab, flavorless, repetitive, and doomed realities.
Glimmering water fills the cups and is given scintilla from the crafted firmament -with its stars, its nebulae, its brooding blue moon.
"...And if you'd just call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song..."
Riplian is here, next she's in the seat, glasses glowing like orbs mimicking this most unnatural yet ultimately natural of moons. Sitting with that infectious, epicene aesthetic that was, would, will always be hers -head tilted, mouth cocked and set to promise-stun, eyes buzzing with a soft twinkle inviting she who had to look with the invitation to a world of ceaseless, nigh horrifying pleasure.
Deny her. Go on. Tell the Kommandant of the Endless Dead, tell the original Einsatzkommando, toothmonger, freeshooter -tell her no. Could you hear the screeching air raid horn winding up as you hugged her? Who could stop her -which god was up to task to stop Mars?
The true question wasn't one of force, but one of charisma.
But more on this later, because now the Major invited the woman who would hold the keys to another world of desire to take a seat with a posed, sweeping palm.
Come here. Yes. Don't worry, the further you penetrate, the safer you'll be.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 8, 2014 20:16:36 GMT -8
Tess grabbed the back of the metal chair reserved for herself and moved it over next to Rip's to sit beside her. She lifted her glass, swirling the iridescent life force, and clinked it against Rip's. "Here's to you, my ceaseless wonder," she toasted. The water was crisp and cool upon her tongue, adding to her shivering with delight. Every moment they spent together was cherished by the auburn haired dame, who was ever more grateful to have found this freckle faced fatale. But this moment was something else, something more. To be truly alone with this woman was an intoxication of her senses, and she feared that the endorphin rush might soon become addicting. It wasn't like her to be so happy all the time, but maybe she was slowly becoming accustomed to it. Why not?
"This is amazing," Tess remarked, looking up at a comet streaking the sky. To test her ability, Tess decided to conjure something of a larger scale. She gasped to see her vision come to fruition: a black and gold dragon appeared from the horizon with a look of contempt upon its face. Its body was long with a tail reminiscent of a salamander's, and it floated in the air behind it as it flew higher and higher. Tess could barely make out that in the middle of the curved horns on its head, rested a gem of some sort. It then screeched ambiguously and disappeared into the shape shifting clouds.
A grin stretched across Tess' face. "Your turn."
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Post by The Major on Apr 9, 2014 7:44:42 GMT -8
What a curious illusion. A dragon? A folklore beast that haunted the skies and struck fear into those who fell into its dominion with powerful magics from a mountain top perch. And what was that beautiful gem floating in between -presumably this was a 'he'- those elegant and golden horns. This dragon flew with a grace of a true god, magnificent, maleficent -but was most obviously not of this universe. What a wonder. How did Tess imagine or more likely see such an abstract, mythological figure? Perhaps the dragon was her sigil. The Major could even be so bold as to interpret it as a visual representation of her lifeforce's currency: that old soul.
What was it about highly polished scales and reptiles that appealed to Riplian's sensibilities?
"In a moment. Who told you about dragons like that one? Is it perhaps how you see yourself?"
Distracted with the presentation, the Fallanassi imagines more golden scales, and this translates to dozen of floating, hexagonal pads which surface from the lake's depths, each causing a thick ripple to resonate to the vibrations of that still whining orchestra.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 9, 2014 19:17:42 GMT -8
"There's a lot about dragons that are appealing to me," Tess began to explain. "They're incredibly fickle creatures, and quite particular about their ways of life. They know exactly what they want, how they're going to get it, and what it takes to get it. No nonsense, no fluff, no excuses. That is exactly what I envy about them. There is nothing that can bar the way to what they desire, and they have complete control over their circumstances- something I have never had. That dragon that we saw just now? He's been in my dreams for as long as I can remember. If he has a name, I'm not sure if I know it, or if it only resides in my subconscious. He is both terrifying and encouraging. He seems to be some lord of them all, doesn't he? At least, that's what I think that gem represents. He never speaks to me, though. I don't know of he can speak, either. Anyway, I consider him to be my friend and guardian, always visiting even if the circumstances are a bit... peculiar."
The recently acquired dame shrugged, letting out an aubile huff of air. "I don't think I even have a spirit animal," Tess remarked. "Things keep changing in my life, especially people. Actually, maybe I'm a skunk. I get defensive and scare everyone away. Thankfully I don't smell. Or do I? Quick, sniff me, Rip! Please sniff me!" Playfully, Tess shot out of her seat and landed on Rip's lap, wrapping her arms around her neck. She nuzzled her face against hers, reveling in their shared closeness.
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Post by The Major on Apr 10, 2014 3:59:24 GMT -8
With a friend that large and shining, with a soul so whipping and fiery, it was no so small wonder then that this one hadn't kept any persistent foes with the endurance to keep on or possibly keep living. With that in mind, it was definitely a good plan not to cross this woman -if only not to have this love scorned by tiny things like the ego. The Fallanassi promises within herself never to seek such scorn. After all, she herself was a type of dragon: watchful, wrathful, apt to judge, and quick to abandon that which wasn't interesting. Darkly thought, the Major would have to admit that if Tess ever became uninteresting, then the auburn haired one would be left behind with as much care as a discarded candy wrapper; rancid in honesty, maybe, but there was a sweetness hidden behind the do or die nature of this relationship. How could she ever be uninteresting? How could this simultaneously pitiful and admirable girl ever be a bore or shadow of a former self? No, in the Major's mind, it was impossible.
Tess' frame was deceptive, for she appeared lighter and less planted than she truly was -and as she zipped unto her lover's lap there was a soundless "ooff" emitted in surprised. Very nice. This was easy to grow accustomed to. Intimacy may have been one of the legion of traumatized fears marching about, but the Copperhead was more than up to task for mitigating these limitations and turning them instead into sources of yearning. Habits were forming. Already the Major was discovering she had a particular attraction to Tess' legs, from their shape, strength, and length. She liked feeling those supple collection of muscles and flesh that connected those legs to her waist. This was assumption, forward conclusion, but the Major anticipated liking the ankles on the ends of those legs. Though in that regard she couldn't say why. Maybe it was the idea that they looked pale and delicate. Thought was dangerous here when uncontrolled. Verdammen. Somewhere behind Tess' head, there was an apparition half unfinished: the side of a chamber with a high window allowing the moon to bleed through on a luxurious bed currently occupied by two figures combining in various configurations. They flowed left and right, engaged in combat to time their tiny deaths at the same time. They were gentle and hungry, but struggled because the edges of such perfect precision where careful and thus pressures interchanged like shifting songs. To say they were naked was incorrect, mostly bed sheets did their draping and sticking and casting and falling. A leg raised like a pale, pleasure shaken phoenix and curled, and there it was: a white ankle.
Get it together, Mars.
No need to be told twice. Riplian presses into Tess' neck and breathes deeply, shifting and doing it again. Then again, harder. Again. And then once more with feeling. Then another. Another. This time she planted a kiss somewhere parallel to an ear, breathing in and stealing more essence of scent.
Good. The image shattered and instead the air fluttered and filtered with pink and purple haze.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 10, 2014 4:50:53 GMT -8
Bursts of satisfied laughter reverberated in the secluded hideaway. The moon continued to shine, the lake continued to ripple, the company continued to be superb. The affections that passed back and forth between these figures became more endearing and more intense, adding a fresh element to their once stagnant lives. More rapid moving thoughts configured in Tess' mind: so this is what it's like to have someone care for you? This is what it's like to be worthy of such an occurence? Do I, we, deserve this? Yes. Of course we do! What reason is there to the contrary? As long as we strive to bring out the goodness in each other, there is no reason to be looked down on by the nay sayers, right? But then again, "good" is subjective. Pfft. Because any one else's definition of "goodness" is any more correct. Fie! A pox upon the enemy! A severed limb! Malaria!
"If only things could stay this way," Tess managed to say upon a breath of air. "No danger, no intrusion, no compromises. All there would be is us, living our happiness how we choose. But then again, we can't live out our lives in a dream, despite how perfect it is. You have responsibilities to attend to, and I have a duty to adhere to. Ugh, and lest we forget, a threat to neutralize. How much time has passed in the real world while we've been here?" Tess didn't want to ask the question initially, fearing to dampen the moment. Curiosity took the best of her. The answer wouldn't deter her from carrying out how they just were, of course. She merely desired to get some perspective of how much time they could steal together.
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Post by The Major on Apr 10, 2014 8:59:06 GMT -8
Bah. Exposition? The last thing the Fallanassi wanted to do was explain the science or the statistics behind this phantasmagoria. Actually, what was she thinking but nothing except an internal self directed chide. Of course she'll explain things. You see, it wasn't so much that the Major was a quiet person. Quite the opposite, she was extremely outspoken, but most presences of external inclination tended to keep away from her own presence for myriad reasons. Take your pick. It took a special type of personality to actually have the gall to ask the morbid markswoman absolutely anything at all. As luck would have it there have been several.
"The real world? Hm. What is a real world? Hm? Well, in that 'world' a few seconds have gone at most. Considering we were stuck waiting, it seemed wise to try something like this. Back outside our combined conscious area, that 'reality,' we would seemingly be sitting down quietly. It is foolish to delve into this meditative state in, say, combat, but in moments where absolutely nothing beyond anticipation is mathematically impossible it is safe. Safe. Relatively safe. You can easily traumatize and mutate your mind in this space.
"I use this space often: to think, plan, feel, express -whatever it may be. It is the first time I have brought another person to this plane. And why not? You are the perfect candidate to share this with. Plus, you are trustworthy -you say everything on your mind. So is it really so different here than outside just because you can give those things visual and tangible existence? It is not without its price. I am effectively running my faculties at full speed to maintain this span. Most likely, I will have a migraine after this. It is no issue: I would have suffered one regardless. It will not be noticeable until tonight -if we are still alive of course.
"Also, it is worth it to see you like this. The lack of inhibition is a reward in and of itself.
"I have been thinking. . . It seems like all we do is focus on me. Why not you? Go on, give out your secrets, desires, the lot of it. I will take anything. I am thirsty."
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 11, 2014 11:35:54 GMT -8
"Secrets? What kind of secrets do you think I harbor, exactly?" Tess asked mirthfully. She was so enraptured by her company these days, she hadn't realized that it had been a one-sided exchange. She wondered about what kind of things Rip expected or wanted to hear. Did she want to know more about her upbringing? Her formal education? Political views? Past romances? If Tess were to leak out information, it would have to be good. Eh, it didn't have to be really. She already won the battle of Rip's heart so she didn't have to necessarily impress her. A dark thought, yes, but justified. Kind of.
"Hmm..." Tess said playfully, putting her index finger on her lips, twirling Rip's hair with her other fingers. "Do you want to hear about the time I was an assassin for some crime lord hidden on Tralus? Or the time I was kidnapped and held ransom by bounty hunters because they thought I was some senator's daughter? Or, about how I was forced into marriage when I was fifteen to save an endangered species?"
Tess managed to hold her composure for roughly thirty seconds before she cackled loudly enough to make Rip appear visibly angry. "I was joking!" she nearly screamed over her hooting. "Look at your face! Oh man, I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!" She put her hands on either side of Rip's face and kissed her forehead. "Really, I'm sorry. Please don't seek revenge by warping my brain or something. What do you want to know? About where I come from? I'm not sure where I was born. I never cared enough to ask either of my parents before I ran away. Do I have any siblings? Well, I kind of have a sister. Two, actually. I don't talk much to my family, as you can probably tell. Friends? Only you. Lovers? Same answer. I'm kind of boring, really. I read when I get a chance, don't have any career aspirations, and haven't found my niche in life yet. It doesn't matter much right now, though. Selfishly, I'm hoping you can help me. Give me direction. Purpose. Reason for being here. I don't know it, but maybe you can help provide insight to my wretched state."
Tess stared out into the space behind Rip, watching a patch of grass rapidly dry out and turn into mulch. Slowly, the decay began to spread. The grass all around them was dead, except underneath where they rested. Tess looked worried and sat up straighter on Rip's lap. "I didn't intentionally do that," she muttered.
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Post by The Major on Apr 12, 2014 20:20:38 GMT -8
Oh, the medley of reactions that played across the Major's white face as the other demon, dragon shaman, made her rounds of teasing. The faces were worth recording to memory if only to parody the expressions and their severity. At assassin, Rip's eyebrows arched in surprise. At botched ransom doll, her mouth went agape and anger flared in those blue eyes -thoughts saying who, what did they do to you, are they alive, they won't be much longer. But the kicker was the marriage, which turned and twisted that countenance in such shapes and squiggly lines. The relief was nearly palatable once Tess admitted to joking, and while revenge was usually a reflex action, she found herself silly with a release in the form of a loosening noose. There wasn't enough aptitude to jest or play anything off, or even smile. After all, she wanted the auburn haired one all to herself, from future all the way into the past. It was selfish, perhaps, but it clearly led to the level in this dance where feeling those fingers making circle patterns on the bottom of her hair seemed to ease any tension. Well, at least the tensions resulting from jokes.
"You say you have no direction; you may say you have no control -but here, in this twisted realm you are exactly what you need to be. I wonder: do you find it at all odd that I have brought here and you acclimate so quickly? You penetrate decisively and swiftly. You just. . . blend into me and make it seem so simple. Is it so simple?"
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 13, 2014 7:40:46 GMT -8
Such a silly concept: simplicity. What in this world, this galaxy, this existence, was simple? In this life, not even dreams were simple. Everything always had another layer to it, adding depth to things seemingly shallow. Up to this point, everything in Tess' life had been filled with difficulties and disappointment. There was always a constant struggle for control and dominance, be it mentally or bodily. She used to be afraid of falling asleep, perpetually unsure if it would even be herself waking up in her own bed. She used to be afraid of trying to make friends, because if they knew the truth they'd blacklist her as a freak. She used to be afraid of herself and the one day she would completely lose what little she had.
This point of her life was a fluke- the one time she let go of her inhibitions, following the glint of a spark. Not just any spark- a morbidly mesmerizing one. There was something very desirable about following Rip. It was as if something in her core had whispered to Tess', beseeching a union of fabled proportions. There was a promise in there too, but what was it? Loyalty? Happiness? A cure? Perhaps an all encompassing oath of ardour? Whatever it was, it was already worth everything. The risk Tess took in joining ranks with this alluring creature was more fruitful than she could have ever foreseen with anyone else before. All she had to do was hold on to this reality a little longer. This optimism thing was still a vague concept, but she was desperate enough to try something different.
Tess gave a slight smile. "Nothing has been simple, and you of all people should understand that," Tess began. "We both come from tumultuous backgrounds, having struggled immensely for our own senses of identity. If being here with you seems effortless, then something in my defenses has clearly suffered a blow by you. You're the only person I've let in to my mind, heart and spirit wholly. You're the only one who knows my plight anymore, my fears and reason for carrying on. Without you, I'd still be the husk with two faces, blindly fumbling around until something gets me, us, killed. This place is both spectacular and worrisome though. As easy as it is for us to explore our creative mental capabilities, the same could potentially be the case for the other one. The longer we stay here could become dangerous, Rip. Unless you're willing to meet her... I wonder what would happen, but I'll admit, I'm also terrified of what the outcome could be." Tess stopped twirling the long silken stands between her fingers and looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Not yet, anyway.
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Post by The Major on Apr 13, 2014 9:37:33 GMT -8
Something quite effective suddenly burst in the back of the Fallanassi's awareness. It was an idea. It was a Hell of an idea. For you see, Tess was right. Nothing was simple. Nothing was easy. Nothing in their lives would constitute a happy story or even an normal one. It wasn't a curse, but it left more than enough wreckage. Often times the wreck was a point of strength; after all would the Major be so drawn to Tess had not these acts and actions thumped their course? Thirst came from a lack, and if sharing a thirst for this copperhead could only come from struggle, then the struggle itself could be counted as a blessing. With that in mind, the macabre scientist decides to conduct a little field test. If she had a sense of morality, she might not engage in such a fancy.
Thankfully, in this realm, one didn't need anything so contrite. Besides, Tess had pushed her to try things a little differently. It was frightful. It was emotionally jarring. Perhaps she had the conviction to handle it just the same. Still, the markswoman feels compelled to first tenderly embrace her lover as though it was once and for all the end. It easily could be. One last kiss for now, and then she uses her strength to lift both herself and her other before laying the latter in, of all things, a love seat made of brown-red leather. It dawned on Riplian that she regret ripping it out of the woman with the steel eyes like this.
"Do not leave anything up to wonder with me. From you, I want everything. . . "It was a whispered threat, an indication that at this juncture no less than a full commitment would be tolerated. This was the reason she really brought Tess here. And if everything even resembled the plan in the Major's mind, they would be stronger for it.
War was the element of Mars, and there was literally nothing that she touched that did not end in that highly contested smashing of ideals lacerating one another.
!THUM! BOMP! THUNK! WHUMP-WAW-WAW-WAH!
Artillery.
Lots of it.
Perhaps over a hundred guns thunder from the no where land kilometers away. Some of the shells trace mystifying arcs while leaving propellant contrails which cough and puff in their collective wakes.
"Show me." She said, contently, warmly, delicately, as the sound of a dozen different whistles screeched, each their own coming williwaw.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 13, 2014 17:52:46 GMT -8
Gunfire? Here!? Tess' eyes widened. Was there shooting happening outside upon their corporeal forms? Did their for-the-time-being faceless enemy arrive with a personal militia? The smoke smelled real, the couch was being ripped to shreds, and--
Wait a second. What was that look upon Rip's face? Curiosity? Amusement? Her eyes were slightly drooped, but a slick smirk barring the edges of her teeth remained. How could she be so calm at a time like this? They could literally be shot at any second and bleed to death in a plane where no one could reach them! Tess ducked, and put her arms over Rip's head. She was about to shout into her ear requesting a strategy, when she noticed the anomaly of this situation. As the bullets traveled through the love seat, screaming past her ears, she saw them dance in the air before reaching their targets. Tess whipped her head up, her arms loosening over Rip's, and watched as the bullets intentionally avoided the huddled mass of limbs. One bullet's trajectory was interrupted by her upwards position, but it merely flew around her head and carried on its merry little way. Tess was bewildered, thinking it to be an abnormal phenomenon. Then she remembered whose company she was in.
Jumping out of the seat, Tess crossed her arms and felt her face flush. "I get it now," she said to Rip who sat up and leaned back into the decimated love seat. "You were trying to get me upset! You thought this would work? Pretending to shoot at us? Creating bullets that magically hit everything except us?" Tess waved her hand in the air, and it looked as though she were merely shooing away horseflies. She glowered at her lover, feeling bitten by betrayal. "Is it that you don't believe me? Do you want me to succumb to her whims because of some curiosity you need to fulfill? Did you even think of what would happen if she came out here- what would happen to me out there?"
The auburn haired one exhaled, and watched the mini warriors fall to the ground and disappear. The air was still again, and Tess' face returned to its typical pallor. "I'm not sure I understand why you think being shot at would make me more angry than protective, especially of you, but so it goes. I wish you didn't think you had to try to manipulate me like that to confront my 'elusive' side. You may think this is a controlled environment, safe enough for an encounter like that, but who knows what she would do with such freedom."
Tess faced away from Rip, dropped her head and closed her eyes. "I must sound so stupid to you right now. Tell me if I'm wrong. Please promise that all you want, all that you desire is me. Promise me that if, by some unfortunate circumstance, I... disappear... you'll do all that's in your power to find me. Promise you won't let her win."
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