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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 9, 2018 18:40:19 GMT -4
"What is it today chief? 10? 12?~" Mia rocked up to the combat zone she'd been invited to the past few days, winding back her shoulders and enjoying the chance to take down a handfull of soldiers infront of an excited audience again for the third day in a row. The officer that had been in charge of these spiteful demonstrations had had two soldiers upward from the original 6 since she'd came back to let them have a rematch, and a similar change was what she was expecting today. Her body, thanks to her accelerated healing process, was only a little stiff even from yesterdays more rigorous grapples to get her onto her back, and as such, the blonde was more than eager to see if the officer could actually generate a challenge for her today.
The officer remained tall and important as he waited for Mia to make her way to the battlefield, the blonde rolling her eyes as she took her sweet time, raising an arm and waving to the audience that had gathered. The biggest crowd yet given the reputation her demonstrations had been earning...heh. As a Yokai she supposed it wouldn't be too wrong to say they were 'demon'-strations. Good one Mia. She may have legit clapped her hands together behind her hips ever so softly in a self-low-five at that pun.
"Hellooooo my adoring public." She turned to the crowd as she reached the official combat zone, pulling a foot behind her other ankle in a flourishing bow as her arms flowed rather elegantly yet with a boistorous nature. The crowd, or most of it, started to cheer for her already, the ones who'd seen her previous fights, and those who were long time fans of hers anyway being exceptionally loud to help fuel her ego for the fight to go, turning herself to the officer in charge with a wide sharp toothed grin as her horn just faintly began to engorge itself, her softer, yet strong arms, bulking up to something more prepared for battle, though her pose was still casual, and where this the start of the battle, she'd be wide open.
"Yes yes, let them eat it up..." The officer muttered under his breath, a small smirk of his own forming but rapidly forced down as he cleared his throat, turning to the crowd himself. "Today ladies and gentleman, madame Red Horn has come here to test our military might again. We will admit, our last battles were...miscalculated...but we have researched her, examined our previous battles, and as the military does, we have addapted." With a stamp of his foot, rather than the simply helmeted and padded up soldiers Mia was expecting, 12 soldiers as she had predicted came out, 2 rows of 6 stamping their feet in something akin to riot gear. She started to tense a little, having experience similar situations with crooks...but they were disorganized buffoons...and she had an audience watching incase she slipped up.
She took a long, hard breath through her nose, lowering her arms and shaking her limbs out, her back hunching over in a more animalistic stance of combat.
"Today Red Horn will be facing 12 fully prepared, fully equipped soldiers...the correct way to handle such a menace..." He smirked, glanced to her, and added. "Where she to be a villain, I mean."
Mia let out a loud growl in the man's general direction as the soldier's organized themselves prepared to charge her, her body lowering a little more, her muscles bulking a little more as she prepared herself, sharp red eyes piercing their helments and masks. She didn't even truly register it when the commanding officer told her to go. Her body just registered the starting signal it acted as, and she charged forward, her fangs truly showing as she practically slammed herself through the first soldier. She knew they were prepared this time and she couldn't take any punches with them. She ripped a batton out of another soldier's hand and slammed it across the head of another, but not one of the three soldiers she'd worked off of were even out yet, their armor showing cracks and dents, but hardy enough to keep them all on their feet.
"WHICH O' YOU BOYS WANTS SOME NEXT!?~"
It seemed they all did, and soon enough Mia was getting dogpiled by the lot of them. Two of them were dedicated to each of her arms, pulling them apart as best they could, and as she still managed to make their feet slide and skid across the floor, a third on each arm was added, with the rest literally climbing the giant horned beast, her eyes flickering to the crowd that wasn't as enthusiastic for her all of a sudden. Her eagerness to prove she could handle this had turned her from a loved hero in image to something more akin to...well, a bear being held down by a series of soldiers, her body struggling to move the more weight they adedd. She wasn't letting herself go down, but feeling them start to beat on her as she was unable to fight back was wearing her down pretty fast.
"And as you can see..." The officer spoke smugly as he turned to the crowd. "Even the grandest of quirks cannot truly reign over military might...~"
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 9, 2018 20:10:11 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade Letting out a little moan as her lips parted from those of Lance Corporal something or other, as the action on the battlefield grew close to getting underway, Monica Murasaki was in the middle of a tussle of another variety with a rather willing combatant of her own. There were two things one could do around bleachers; watch a sport or get frisky with a friend, and right now this mocha mistress favored the latter, really. Dressed in a pair of denim cut offs and a black mesh shirt along with her gorgeous leather boots, the violet eyed vixen currently had her hand around the neck of her nameless and used it as a lever in order to make up for the good half foot if not more of height she was giving up to her enemy, purring gently as she bit into her bottom lip and then pulling him into another steamy kiss. Damnit, it might be Uncle Gil’s fault that I’m such a sucker for men in uniform… All sorts of racy images passing through the mind of Miss Murasaki as she let her lips wage war on the soldier and seemed to come out the winner because of the glossy shade of lilac she marked him with, as they groaned and grunted from beneath the cover that the bleachers provided the small but dominating girl from Rio spun on her heels and pushed her prey backward as she eyed him hungrily. It was unfortunately then that this new position would mean that the mocha mistress would soon be distracted. “Unnnggg… Hey, sounds like they’re getting lively out there as well~?” Letting out another groan as she found her body being lifted up by some big strong GI and her fine behind being the recipient of a rather greedy squeeze, while part of Monica knew she should be focused on the moment since it was a rather fun one, she couldn’t help but let the sound of the crowd draw her attention away as wet and hot kisses were placed on her throat, and with dizzy irises the young woman looked to see what was entertaining the masses so. What’s going on there? Some kind of fight? Spying through the gaps between the stepped seating structures and the legs that dangled from them, while the beauty from Brazil had paid little attention to the build-up given how she had other things on her mind when dragging this piece of well-formed meat into somewhere that seemed relatively private as outdoor settings went, a casual curiosity allowed the combat to catch the eye of Miss Murasaki and for a few seconds she watched quietly as her body was enjoyed by her companion. “Hey, uh… Private Iron or whatever your name was… What’s going on out there, actually?” Unfortunately the thing that unfolded before her eyes seeming rather interesting, while naturally a little bit of naughty fun was also quite the tempting prospect, in a way the violet eyed vixen couldn’t help but take the latter for granted a bit and was annoyed as her ‘friend’ seemed a bit too engrossed in his current task to answer her. “Oi! I asked you a question!” Rapping the head of her impromptu lover with her knuckles as he failed to respond to her and then letting out a sigh as he just looked toward her in bewilderment, Monica shook her head and then pushed off from the man with a slight sense of irritation to let herself land on the ground a few feet backward, before strutting over to the end of the bleachers and peering around to get a better view of what was going on. “O-Oh, uh some woman… Red Horn or something,
is doing some combat demonstrations?” You don't say...? The soldier seeming rather sheepish now that the red hot Latina had left his hands and following Miss Murasaki like a lovesick puppy, while ordinarily she might have laughed at the way that she had stained much of the mouth and lips of this tough man with lilac lipstick because of her earlier attentions, the tease found something else to focus on. I know that horn, and those big strong arms, don’t I? Catching sight of something that jogged her memory while she was under the bleachers and for one reason or another wanting to confirm her recollection as she exited, as a lonely mountain of a woman faced off against what looked to be a swat team, the girl in the shadows found her fickle passions switching, especially when she saw her fellow femme being overrun. “Sorry soldier, looks like 'Major Murasaki' his other business to attend to! Duty calls!” Calling out to the man whom she had likely left all hot and bothered and feeling no shortage of such sensations herself, without even turning her head the impulsive young hero couldn’t help but feel her efforts right now might be better spent somewhere a little more public and broke into a sprint, not even turning her head as she left her previous engagement and embarked upon another. Perhaps this one of her more capricious moments really but unable to ignore a member of female fraternity when they were in a bind, as she jogged on heels most would likely trip over wearing, Monica vaulted into the air and activated her quirk and sent two thick globs of ink shooting toward the nearest two attackers she could see, grinning all the while. “Hey Baby! What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” Not all of the oily black substance dislodged from her body however and instead the fountain that flowed from within Miss Murasaki seeming to be almost endless, as she sailed a few meters through the air and called out to someone she hadn’t seen in months, the body of the Brazilian beauty became wrapped in blackness that was as glossy and sleek looking as the leather boots she was wearing, covering pretty much all of her aside from her head and face like some form of liquid armour. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you boys the right way to hold a girl?” Rolling over her shoulder as she landed like a top rate commando and then using that momentum once she was back on her feet to slam her shin forcefully into the side of the knee of one of the men trying to hold back the blonde’s arm, Monica cocked her head and smirked mischievously as she did so, eager to get her own share of this gangbang. After all, why should Miss Mountain get all the fun? MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 10, 2018 13:13:13 GMT -4
The splatting sound that mixed in with the beatings she was taking made the blonde wonder what exactly was going on. Her mind went to a dark and dirty place first, half genuinely and half in sheer humor picturing one of these quirkest soldiers getting such a hard on from beating the shit out of her that they'd creamed their pants, but the fact some of the splatter seemed to each her face had her thinking otherwise. Her sharp eyes had been glaring into space until this unusual sensation snapped her out of her, the red rocks (cause who the fuck could compare her harsh eyes to a diamond) glaring in the directions of one of the soldiers that had been dislodged from her arm, catching the sounds of a feminine voice coming in towards her. Was one of her fans helping her out? Her pride stung for just a moment, but given the shit this officer was pulling on her, she wasn't too prideful to completely ignore the offer of aid, taking a hard, long breath as she tried to focus herself, her horn receeding faintly into her forehead as she tried to focus her vision just enough to see who was actually coming towards her...tanned skin...purple streaks in the hair...fuck this bitch seemed familiar but it was just on the tip of her tongue. The fact the tanned woman seemed to recognize her just made her feel a little worse for forgetting, but as she realized the quirk she was using, Mia's gritted teeth suddenly turned into a wide grin as she realized who was coming to her aid. Not some quirk using kid who was such a big fan they couldn't see her lose, but a fellow hero she was just a bit more willing to accept help from.
"UMBRA! Long time no see you Brazilian bitch!~ Here to steal my limelight I see?~" The moment the other soldier was ripped from her shoulder by that knocking blow, Mia dragged it from the gasp of those who remained with another mighty roar, one of the soldiers that had been holding onto her being flung across the room. She briefly tugged on her other arm, but that was a no go, and she grit her teeth once more. She needed to think just alittle tactically, and she pulled her body into itself rather than pushing herself large and proud as she usually did. It was seem like she almost dissapeared into the pile of bodies clinging to her, before rearing out with a further roar of triumph as her mighty, muscular form practically exploded through the layers of men, sending them haphazardly crashing around the room. Without even a thought for where they had all ended up, Yumi focused solely on umbra, having kept up with all the other heroes in the game, especially someone she remembered from her training exams for the job. Her more tense and toned back pressed up against the slimy ooze coating her fellow heroine's back, her red piercing gaze looking over the soldiers as their heavy armor gave them a few seconds to talk while the military might got back on it's feet. "Ain't seen you since the entrance exam, how ya-"
She was interupted by the roar of the officer who'd been organizing Mia's battles. "OUTRAGEOUS! This demonstration is a farce! We were equipped to deal with you you...you...!"
"Demon?~" She cheekily offered, her grin as wide as a chesire cat with all the cheese of a french dinner and the cheek of a well fed gerbil. The officer grit his teeth and stomped his foot.
"This is not right! We are to handle you and you alone. This is an example of military might and planning in the face of a quirker like yourself!" It was clear the old man wasn't a fan of quirkers, or at least doubly so by now. The blonde's eyes dulled and she groaned through her teeth, thinking for just a moment, the men around them waiting to see if this was still a match they should fight, and Mia wanted to kick their asses, so she gave a pretty valid reason for this to go on.
"Aw come on, you really expect everything on the battle field to be under your control?~" She lightly jabbed Umbra's back with her elbow, hitting her shoulder blades-ish given the height difference between the two. "Consider this a rogue element. What's that old meme say? Improvise, adapt, overcome?~ I'm sure the miiiighty might of the military will be able to handle one other quirker showing up on a pre-planned operation right?~"
The crowd was cheering on now, and while the officer could end this now with a command, he knew he'd loose face, and he decided to roll the dice, flicking his wrist and giving the soldiers the command to charge again, one of them going for Mia first since she was the one they were trained to deal with, though the blonde was confident enough she managed to look over her shoulder and offer the woman behind her a powerful grin as she threw the punch of the soldier to one side, grasped his arm and shoulder, and with the ease of pulling apart a cheese-string, popped his shoulder out of his shoulder.
"So umbra! Heard you passed! How's hero work suitin ya!?~"
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 10, 2018 19:57:24 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade Flashing the feisty femme whom she remembered from her pro hero examination a wicked grind as the soldiers took little time in deciding that Monica would be another target for her, as she leaned backward and let a wild baton swing whizz by her nose before performing a hand spring backwards, the agile girl beamed blissfully both because of the chance to let loose and reunite with an old friend. Or something like that, at least. “Hope you don’t mind me cutting in, kinda felt the urge to represent for quirker pride, ya know~?” The gigantic woman with the red horn and the one chica with a heavy tan and Latina bound to stand out in the set of trials that one had to go through to become licensed as a professional quirk user, while they hadn’t hung out much since, Mia was definitely someone that the violet eyed vixen had taken notice of and apparently that sentiment was shared. “Plus, having fun with some boys is always a little more exciting with a girlfriend by your side, right?” Naturally feeling a hint of competition toward even this towering figure and on stature alone these two seeming polar opposites, all the same it seemed like a fun idea to cut loose with something close to a friend, especially with a crowd of spectators watching a well. Apparently ‘Darkslime’ or something had been making headlines, so both girls likely felt the urge to impress where they could. Yup, gonna have a problem hitting through that riot gear, but it’s not my first time against such things… Eying up the squad that the energetic Miss Kearney had been swamped by and licking her lips like a hungry panther, while Monica was a little lacking for the raw power that the ‘horny bitch’ by her side possessed, she felt no degree of intimidation because of this. Favouring a more agile and mobile approach than her comrade, as she faced down the bugger armed with a bat, this time as he went high the girl opted to go low and performed a baseball slide between the bruisers legs, with a little twist her quirk could provide. “More than one way to skin a cat, buddy boy~” The ink that she had surrounded herself with seeming to bubble and surge as she rapped the bootlaces of her enemy and left a couple of black tendrils wrapping around his ankles, once she passed underneath what she might playfully refer to as ‘dick bridge’, Miss Murasaki spun around and tugged hard on the matter she had left in her wake, both in a direct and indirect sense. The control she had over the substance she created causing the fluid to lurch back to her hands with a strength greater than her body could provide, with a slick and stylish tug the beauty in black hummed with satisfaction as she sent the fool forward and made him fall flat on his face, before adding insult to injury by hogtying him with her inky quirk. “All you can do now is squeal for me, piggy~” Flashing another wicked grin as she forced her ink into a solid state and left it like a zip tie binding the hands and feet of her foe together, after blowing a kiss to the stunned soldier she moved onto the next with gusto, choosing to show off even more with her next acrobatic move. Ducking down low with most of her body as another baton tried to deny her path and using her speedy martial arts reflexes to avoid the strike, the very instant that the swipe had cleared her skull Monica shot her arm up like a hook and used the strength of her attacker like a ride. Kicking off the ground as she gripped his elbow with both hands and then demonstrating that she didn’t have a nicely cut six pack for no reason, with a nice little snapping motion from her core the cheeky little fighter hooked her knee around the back of her attackers neck while she pushed the other one into his throat, then took him for a wicked little ride. “Look at this... Only just run into you and I’m scissoring already… Suppose I can’t hide my passions, can I?” Twisting at her waist and using the leverage she had on his arm in order to help this hapless soldier perform a little flip of his own, with the strength of her whole body the little firecracker pulled the soldier over and left him flat on his back as she tossed a cheeky comment toward her battle partner and began to choke her victim with her legs. Easing that pressure when she felt a hand patting her thigh in a manner that seemed to indicate surrender, after releasing the fighter, Miss Mursaki rolled backward and returned to her feet as ink swarmed from her hands ready to be used for their next little task. “By the way, what’s the deal with the barking dog back there? Is he the type who likes to give orders but get none of the fun?” Clearing the field enough by this point so that she could slip in behind the giant woman she had joined for this tussle and using the ink that she had built up like a hard shield in order to block a few heavy truncheons in order to protect them both, Monica cocked her head in the direction of the officer who seemed to be attempting to rally the troops or at least whine the loudest about how badly they were doing. “You want 'em, or can I be the one to shut him up?” Ignoring him up to this point but at the same time possessing no small degree of dislike for those who let others do their dirty work, in the situation ‘Umbra’ assumed that the first girl on scene had dibs on any prey she wanted, but was also happy to demonstrate her dissatisfaction personally… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 11, 2018 9:33:28 GMT -4
Scoffing at the cheeky words of her comrade in arms for the time being, Mia had to admit the girl had both more, and far less class in her choice of words, showing a much more fluent and slick tongue. Referring to her as a 'horny' chick thanks to her forehead appendage, but of course it was still a smarter play on words than Mia could often handle herself. It wasn't wrong what some people thought, she was a lot more muscle than brain, even when it came to shit talking an opponent. "Ah you're hangin' round the wrong places then Umbra!~ Remind me to send an invite to your offices next time I have a party, a girl like you is sure to add a bit of...'color' to the proceedings.~"
Was that racist? Eh, probably on some low unintentional level, but the cheeky girl behind her was likely more than able to take it in her stride. With one of her own soldiers already down, Mia was practically dealing with just five more, even less than what she'd have with her first match when she'd arrived on the base and the officer had first wanted to deal with her and her cheek. Difference was these guys weren't no green horns, they were clearly trained, and way more decked out than the simple soldiers she'd fought the first time...
But green horn or no, they could be fucking yellow, blue, gold for all she cared. She was red horn, and she wasn't about to take this all lying down. Another soldier rushed into her and she took their tackle with a firm stance, almost taking their tackle directly to her tensed abs. Her muscles having calmed down a little since she'd released herself from that dogpile, but she was still far from calm. If her full bulk mode was a 10 and her calm, softer appearance was a 1, she was somewhere close to a 7, resulting in the soldier feeling like he was rugby tackling a wall more than a person...
"Don't mind at all chica!~Gotta enjoy the company while ya've got it right!?~" Wrapping her arms around the waist of the soldier who'd practically served it up to her on a plate, she lifted her strong arms with him trapped between them, squeezing hard enough for him to cough out all the air in his lungs with a pathetic squeak, leaving Mia even more satisfied with her immense strength. There were bear hugs, and their were Oni hugs, and the fact this lad was taking one upside down didn't make it any better for him!~
"Ya know last time a guy put his head there, it didn't end well for 'em!~" She flashed a cheeky smile to Umbra over her shoulder as the soldier really started to squirm with the blood rushing to his head, pathetically beating on the outsides of her tense thighs and kicking his legs aimlessly in the air. "You're right Umbra, totally needed a girlfriend to help me through this traumatic time. Can ya see what this guy's doing to me? How ungentlemanly..." With a cheeky grin to follow her words, Mia simply jumped into the air, the Soldier rapidly seeing what was coming and roaring out in defiance...at least that was his intent, as it came out far more like a desperate squeal. Mia swung her legs up into the air, hooking one around his head to keep him as still as possible, and suffice to say he was lucky the floor was padded, but the last thought passing through his brain before his passed out was how heavy Mia must be for him to feel the solid floor through such soft surfaces.
"2 down-!" She sweeped him away with a swipe of her foot, throwing his momentum backwards and landing on her open hands, kicking her feet forward and landing back upon them, somehow making the sound of a heavy impact despite the soft flooring, her fists rising back up before her as she let out a heavy breath that almost seemed to fog up the air around them, emphasizing how hot a good battle got the red horned hero. "3 to go my end. How you-" She looked back at Umbra as she caught her words, laughing out loud at her choice of words at the position she'd ended up in, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she turned her attention forward again. "Damn, they've really changed things in the last 2 days." She smirked, cheekily alluding to the last time she'd been in the 'true' position, though she wouldn't mind if that specific hint was lost on her friend in black.
"Ya know if I'd known you had this kinda personality I woulda tried to stay in touch after the exams! Shame they didn't give us much of a chance to chatter eh?" She dipped to the side as another soldier charged in, swiping her arm out at another and knocking them back with some force, her breath just faintly labored but more because of the effort it had taken her to get out of that dogpile earlier. If anything her breaths were catching up rather than needing to truly keep herself going.
"Gotta give me yer number after this! As for the dog-GAGH!" She narrowly escaped a swipe and threw her hand into the path of another swing of the hard bat, growling and yanking the weapon from her foe's hand, narrowing her eyes as she snapped the military grade baton between her hands as she slammed it down onto her knee, tossing the pieces aside, leaving the soldier a little shaken and delaying the back up his friend planned to provide as he made sure to have a second think about his approach. "Sorry..as I was saying, big dogs just organizing the event. He ain't fightin...I mean if you wanna ink him later for me I ain't gonna complain t-AGH!" She jolted forward as the soldier behind her finally took his shot and slammed his bat down on the back of her head, her eyes deep and red as the world around her almost seemed to darken in the eyes of the soldier that had struck her.
"Excuse me." She put her fist into her palm, her shoulders slowly turning before rearing back the closed fist, her right leg pushed forward, so tall her foot landed between the legs of the shoulder. Her body was wide open, but that was part of the point. A super move was meant to be imposing, something the fans could recognize, and that instilled enough fear into your opponents that they wouldn't even think to try and stop you.
"HAMMER HORN!"
Her fist finally striking forward with all her force behind it, Mias body flowed like that of a pitcher in baseball, her left foot now the one that was landing forward, and a heavy breath flowing from her again as the soldier was send skimming back along the ground. He was still conscious, as Mia had struck directly in the centre of his armor, but the mere fact she'd left a noticeable crack in the hard plating had him quickly turn heal and run, Mia grinning wide as she watched him flee, and looking back to the first shoulder, dipping her head at him like some may do to make a foe flinch, but after that, the soldier took off with his friend and ran, leaving just the two bravest for her to handle.
"Heh...sorry bout' that...rude boys don't know when to let ladies talk eh?~"
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 11, 2018 15:18:52 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade In no way offended by the comment that her comrade had made and in fact rather amused by the notion, the mocha skin she possessed was a source of pride rather than persecution for Monica, especially given her new setting. The type to really appreciate her own sense of individuality and the deeply tanned flesh she possessed something that really made her stand out from the crowd here, to the mind of this minx her ‘colour’ was a quality she loved to show off and also adored the fact that someone else seemed to enjoy it. “Much obliged, Mama, I’ll thin the heard a little then go introduce myself…” Nodding happily as she was given permission to go after the annoyance at the back of the pack, as Miss Murasaki switched her mode from defence to attack on the fly by shifting the inky shields she had made into a couple of smooth batons of her own, after bashing the duo that had attacked her back the girl went in for the kill with arms like hammers. Showing that for what strength she lacked she more than made up for enthusiasm, with sliding movements and metamorphic mistress skidded on her knees to sweep the legs out from one then slammed her fist into his face like a piston, shaking that head about in his helmet before setting to work on his buddy. “You gotta give ‘em points for enthusiasm, though I suppose with a couple of choice chica's like us, I'd be upset if they weren't at least this keen?” Using one of her ink wrapped arms to cradle the fellows whipping baton before responding with her own, while it crashed against the riot shield he seemed to be carrying, it did provide a little opening that the young woman could exploit. Returning her ink to goo and grabbing the arm he had his bat in with both hands, Monica twisted around in a snapping motion, showing a move that would have made any Judoka proud to see. A humble over the shoulder throw performed but no less potent for its simplicity, as the soldier was floored the experienced girl used one hand to flip his helmet off while the other delivered a straight jab right to his nose, living him cradling his face on the floor. “Aw poor thing, he’s clearly never been shown the kinds of roughness bitches like us go crazy for~” Grinning as her comrade pointed out the pathetic way in which one of the soldiers was fruitlessly trying to attack the girl behind her as she returned to a back to back position, Miss Murasaki cocked her head and pouted then partly to make a point but also because she was slightly curious as to how it would feel, ‘Umbra’ lashed behind herself to firmly rap the rump of the Red Horn though was fairly certain given the situation the girl would barely notice. Damn, steel got nothing on buns like those~ A little shiver passing through the little vixen as she felt how firm that fine behind was and actually feeling her hand smart just a little from how hard and immovable it seemed, after the little bit of play things went back to business as the smaller of the elected to take down one last goon before moving on to the big boss. “Folk might be right when they say chivalry is dead, these lugs do seem a little lacking for manners, don’t they?” Already feeling like she was reaching a half way point on the little mental limiter she placed on her quirk use so as not to push herself too hard and do herself some mischief, while the effects were subtle, Monica could feel a light feeling at the bridge of the nose like what one might note before getting a headache. This the first indicator that her use of her quirk was beginning to near her limit, it pushed the girl into a slightly more serious mood since she wanted to perform her big finish while she could still exploit her powers safely. “Come on then soldier, let’s see what you’ve got, big boy!” Perhaps a bit of the fervor she felt to finish noticeable in her voice and behaviour as the urge to speed up demonstrated a more aggressive nature, as a guy a clear head and then some taller than her came toward Miss Murasaki with a bat in each hand, she spread her arms wide in a sort of ‘come at me bro’ like position as her ink writhed from her fingertips, just as eager for action as she was. The soldier certainly taking the invitation in his stride and lashing out with his dual weapons cruelly, almost a second after ducking under one the violet eyed vixen found another sent down like a sledgehammer to crush her. “Unnnggg!” Forced to block rather than dodge and in this circumstance glad that she could still call upon her quirk power, as the stature and strength of her enemy worked in his favour, Monica found her stance spreading as she crossed her arms above her head with a thick wall of ink sparing her the worst of the hurt. The baton in place for what was probably only a second but that moment enough for the ever changing form of the girls ink to trap it, as the pressure on her arms eased the girl wrapped a thick glob of blackness around the weapon of her attacker and bind it tightly, before giving the guy a reason to try carrying a shield next time. Lifting her legs as she hung from his weapon and arm and lashing out with a volley of kicks, some of which may have been aimed at his crotch, the plucky little pugilist showed that as far as her Vale Tudo based art went she certainly did believe the philosophy that ‘anything goes’… Mia Kearney 1010 Words I have no idea how many soldiers are left, but I think Monica has tangled with 5? MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 11, 2018 18:12:22 GMT -4
Glad her words were taken in good nature, Mia was proud of her own uniqueness to some level, both in having a quirk and the nature of the quirk itself, but seeing the woman behind her taking pride in something that, to Mia at least, felt a bit more...'innate', she was just glad. It was always best to emphasize your uniqueness than hide behind it, protect it, or use it like a crutch. "Heheheh, Red, white, blonde, black, tan, and some neon purple! Sounds like one hell of an interesting rainbow to leave this town painted! Hahahaha!" With a wide grin she'd have continued with her end of the fight, getting through the actions she'd dealt out in the last post with a bit of a grin to her till the moment had turned around.
Mia was definitely glad in the moment she'd gotten to see Umbra again. They really hadn't gotten a chance to mingle or know eachother outside of small breaks at their initial exam, and the only things Mia had heard of the black coated heroine since were details naturally flowing about in the hero system and the social circles those heroes gathered in. Most of that Mia only paid attention to if she was looking for a potential new friend or if she was wondering who she might have to compete with in the hero rankings, but in this case, she was certainly dissapointed she hadn't followed word of Umbra a bit more closely. There were snippets here or there of her being a 'nose to the ground' style hero, out on the streets while Mia was more a 'show up and rock the place' type herself. The two might have been a little incompatible, but as this little tag team was proving by the second, that was certainly not the case!~
"hahah! I dunno about you but I'm more the type for a bit of class than a bit of rough...!~" She pulled herself back from that devestating blow that had scared off the last two soldiers. The overuse of her bulked up state was making her feel just a tad stiff but the adrenaline was overpowering that sensation more than anything. Rolling her shoulder back, she let out a loud growl and slammed her fists together infront of her chest, staring down the last three of the soldiers when a sharp, yet oddly numb sensation spread across her rear. As little sense as those conflicting sensations made it rang true. She could tell she'd been slapped on the rear, but her tight body made the pain that should come with it non-existant, not even the pleasureful kind. If she wasn't so pumped up her rear might have a bit of flesh to it but right now it was as tight as Monica had felt.
"Ay cheeky, keep your hands on the enemy here. These lads are eager after all, we 'chicas' shouldn't dissapoint!~" She grinned a little as she got an idea, suddenly throwing a hand back and firmly grasping the other woman by her backside in turn. Not enough to hurt, but enough that it was certainly one hell of a firm grasp, shifting her wrist about as she lifted her arm, bringing her hand up over her head and practically making Monica sit on her hand up in the air, the three remaining soldiers looking at the red horn in confusion while she held a more powerful and eager grin, rearing the hand holding Monica by her ass back and lining up like a pitcher.
"BATTER UP!"
She'd apologize for not planning this with the girl beforehand earlier, but she considered it some light 'revenge' for the slap on her own ass, throwing her so her legs would be aiming forward at one of the soldiers before following after her in a charging run, arms wide open and catching the two soldiers remaining in each of her arms, swinging her torso and letting one loose to swing across the floor. The other she repositioned in her arms, grasping the front of his armor and the other hand grasping his bicep, charging over towards the soldier still on his ass and leaping up over them, throwing the soldier she was still holding down into their body like a human weapon.
With the two soldiers definitely down, she pulled herself up, pretty sure that with her toss, Umbra would have finished off the last one by now, and easing herself up a fair bit, the crowd cheering as she let herself exhale, almost seeming to deflate her muscles with the action as she became the faintly softer frame of her usual self.
Even with the crowd cheering though, Mia was a little pissed.
"Damn, got that kiddie musical song stuck in my head now...how's it go..." She lightly snapped her fingers to a beat in her head, whispering the words with a singing tune. "Hey batter batter hey batter batter swing..." She lightly danced her arms to the song as she was sure she was on the right track with it. "I gotta just do my thing...ah fuck what WAS that film called..." She looked back to Umbra and the guards on the floor around them, shrugging with a chuckle. "I'll figure it out later.~"
The officer watching from the sidelines was grinding his teeth, absolutely fuming with the results...!
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 11, 2018 20:34:42 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade In the middle of a smug little comment as she stood over the form of a fighter who was cradling the spot that many if not all men find their favourite part of their anatomy, all of a sudden Monica found herself being hoisted up by a part of herself she incidentally was very fond of as well; her rear “Whoa girl, save it for when we’ve finished these guys, at least!” A big strong hand grabbing her best goods and giving it the squeeze of the century as she was scooped up, even someone as feisty as the violet eyed vixen couldn’t help but feel a little hot in her cheeks as she was seized so roughly, wondering just where her day was heading so suddenly. Apparently, it was to baseball country. Aight. Might as well give it a try! A majority of people perhaps objecting to the notion of being used like a human cannonball in this or any other circumstance, perhaps because of the fact that she was rather a fan of intense and airborne hobbies or simply because she expected the image to look as cool as a polar bears Christmas day, Miss Murasaki hardly flinched as she was flung through the air and instead took everything in her stride surprisingly calmly. Pulling her head, arms and legs into her and then summoning her full degree of ink to wrap around herself to make her look like a bowling ball, as she made the material rigid to both protect herself and cause maximum damage Umbra simply hummed and waited to see what was to happen next, blinded by her own ink. Hurled with enough force so that the black ball of epic destruction smashed through the man it was aimed at with gusto, from within the centre of the mass Monica simply groaned as she felt her inertia shifting, the pull of gravity seeming to try and pluck her in several directions in succession as the dark orb of destruction bounced but thankfully didn’t crash into the crowd or anything disastrous like that. Boy, as pro heroes that would have been an embarrassing outcome of a spectacle like this. W-Whoa, now that’s one hell of a way to get sloshed! Waiting for the feeling of movement to ebb away before she relaxed her inky mass and let the substance revert to liquid form, from within what was now a huge glob of oozing darkness the formerly flung femme erupted with a gasp, looking like she had just fallen into a barrel of oil or something. Dazed by her experience as Mia’s bombastic baseball but the stone-level strength of her material enough to protect her from nasty things like bruises and broken skulls, the young woman wobbled a little as she tried to step away from the spot where she had come to rest and shook her head, remembering she had bigger concerns and needing to focus on them. “Where is that yapper…?” Mumbling to herself as she walked like she had sank a dozen pints of the strong stuff, Miss Murasaki looked over to the battlefield and saw that her battle bud no longer needed her help, and so was free to move on to her next piece of prey. Target sighting not easy when the world seemed to swirl and drift past one’s eyes but the passage of a few seconds helping to ease the symptoms enough that she could spot the reluctant boss man, with a wicked grin and a sway in her step the violet eyed vixen staggered toward him and her ink followed behind her like a puppy, wrapping around her again like a skin made entirely of tar as its owner broke into a stumbling sprint. “Moni’s gonna geeet yaaaa!” The full equilibrium of the femme reasserting itself after a second or two and wild eyed woman howling toward her target excitedly, as the officer realized that he was the object of her endeavour he turned on the spot and tried to run away, but failed to count on the fact that a Pro Hero was used to chasing people down. Lunging forwards and grabbing another self-induced spot of air time as she pounced on the commander and tackled him to the ground like a hungry jaguar, once he was grounded ‘Umbra’ grinned like a maniac and pinned him down with both her own strength and that of her quirk to make sure he wasn’t squirming away before she allowed it. “Heyyyyyyyyy baby, you look like the sort of guy who doesn’t like getting dirty for a job, but you’ll make an exception for me, won’cha?” Not really looking to hurt this cowardly commander but still wanting to scare him, with oily ink still oozing off her face and wicked intentions Monica dragged her tongue up his cheek hungrily and then smacked her lips together, likely leaving her victim unsure of whether he should be terrified or turned on. “Now, take your punishment like a man~” Enjoying the idea of both really and finally deciding that her use of her quirk was getting close to her limit, as a little something to remember her by the jet black woman released the control she had over her quick and let the substance drool off her, smothering the body and uniform of the man underneath her before giggling and rolling off him gleefully. It’s a shame you don’t tend to have a barrel of feathers when you need em, ain’t it? Perhaps the message she wanted to infer the idea that the dirtiness and the darkness would catch up with him no matter how hard he tried or Miss Murasaki simply finding amusement in being a wicked little troll, after giving a happy sigh the mischievous girl from Rio sprang back up and then waltzed back over to ol’ Red Horn, keen on getting a proper chance to chat without the rudeness and crudeness of the soldiers getting in their way this time… Mia Kearney1010 Words Boy should learn that Quirk girls are more than he can handle~ MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 12, 2018 15:44:59 GMT -4
Mia was just taking a moment to catch her breath after all the chaos, rearing her arms back and her stong muscles feeling like they were so tense they could crack as she stretched, groaning loudly as she heard her back pop once or twice before finally turning her eyes back to Monica...what was the girl talking about? A yapper? All Mia could do was follow her line of sight towards the commander of the troops, taking a few seconds to process things, and by the time she even had a concept of what was going on, Monica was already charging off towards the commander. The red horn let out a loud burst of laughter as everything started to click, wondering exactly what Monica was going to do to the poor guy, but given that was very 'off stage', Mia turned her attention to the crowd that had watched the show. Her red eyes traced over the members of the audience, snickering a little, though restrained, as she spotted someone wearing a home made shirt with her face on it. Her eyes briefly rolled like...well what she pictured Monica looked like doing backflips, shifting her gaze right back to the adoring audience and opening her arms up to address them with her proud, booming face.
"You folks have a good time with that eh!?~" The crowd cheered with just a few rare examples of a boo mixed into and drowned out with the sound, the blonde grinning wide as she took it all in. Most of the audience were quirkers afterall, mixed in with a few army fanatics, and that alone easily divided the teams up, and the fact the cheers still won out here of all places made her ego feel like it was getting a nice little stroke. Her fists planted down on her hips as she continued to address them.
"I've been saying this day after day that i've been here, but-" She lifted her hand up, pointing up a finger as she made an emphasis on her point. "I want all you lucky quirkers to remember that this is what we're capable of. From the strongest to the weakest, to the most common, to the most unique. Any of you with a quirk, you make it your own, you make it a true part of who you are, and I swear you're gonna end up worth ten of these soldiers. Course, maybe you won't be as strong as me, but I ain't gonna be the first to deny that I ain't got the best head on my shoulders, take-" She turned to gesture to Monica just as she was licking the cheek of the commander, then quickly looked away from her as she tried to think of another example. "Er....D-Darkshine! Yeah! Girls' gotta use her brains cause she's so frail! We're unique, and we're capable, and we know how to cover our asses and our weaknesses far more than these bozos, so I want you all to remember, as much as these jackasses want your power, heck, NEED your power!"
She closed her raised finger and slammed the side of her fist against her upper chest, grinning with prid and her eyes burning with the fury of a red sun. "You don't need them! You are your own hero, your own sense of justice, and sure, maybe we don't all agree what that means, but let me tell you this, you ever think your sense of justice is being a jackass and putting people beneath you-!" She turned on her heel, gesturing to the KOed soldiers behind her, and to some extent, the black soaked commander that was whining beneath the venom like girl she'd been working with, rolling her eyes at that sight briefly before focusing on the crowd again. "You'll have to deal with the bitches who just did this!"
The crowd cheered again and she gave a flourished bow before turning away to move to the side of the field, passing Umbra on her way and grasping the back of her shirt, hoisting her up off the ground and carrying her like a lioness would carry a cup, roughly by the back of her neck from where she'd grasped her shirt, managing to keep her feet off the ground as she dragged her out.
"Come on you kinky bitch, I think commander ignorance has had enough of your wild ride for one day.~"
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 12, 2018 21:36:27 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade Already finished with the little ‘ordeal’ she had put the commander through when she felt herself being unceremoniously hoisted into the air by her shirt, the instinctive response that Miss Murasaki gave was to flail both sets of limbs helplessly like a toddler who had been snatched like an adult, before turning her head and seeing exactly what had happened to her. “Easy girl, I may be fun-sized but I’m not your Rag Doll!” Looking up toward the face of the ‘Red Horn’ and pouting a little as she was carried off like a naughty pet or something, while she had no problem really in being tossed around by a woman as big and strong as this on her own terms, having the experience dictated without a sense of control over the situation irked the mocha mistress a little. “Also, don’t you be tearing my fave fishnet shirt! I prefer em torn off from the front, not the back!” Also somewhat concerned about how well the mesh made garment she was wearing would hold up when battling between the grip of the goliath that was Mia Kearney and the weight it had to support, while Monica wasn’t exactly heavy because of her small size she still didn’t wish to unnecessarily damage a precious piece of her apparel, so there was only one thing to do to save herself from indignity; disrobe. It wasn’t the soundest plan. “Whoop! And there we go! FREEDOM!” Lifting her arms up high and twisting her shoulders just enough so that the garment loosened around her and her bronzed body was freed, Miss Murasaki let out a cry of victory as she ‘escaped’ from the situation by losing her top but luckily any seeking an eye full of her bust would be disappointed. Not quite naughty enough to go sans brassiere in a place where some people were bringing their kids, the little Latina vaulted back to her feet wearing only a pair of denim shirts and the simply black bra she had been wearing beneath her shirt, feeling little embarrassment for the loss of item. “Ya know, most people when they wanna get me back to their place at least offer to buy me a drink or dinner…” Taking the whole being picked up like a child largely in her stride and reverting to her playful side rather easily, all the same Monica couldn’t help but chide her battle partner in a jokey fashion, following after the woman and making no effort to get her top back as she did so. “I know you’re a big, strong galm but come on... You’re better than the caveman approach~” Waddling after her battle partner and cocking her head to the woman as she flashed the gal a grin to let her know she was just playing and not to take the implications personally, with her hands on her hips the feisty femme marched along with no idea where they might be going, but enjoying the idea of having a chance to catch up properly. “So, whatcha been up to, Red? Got any big stories from ya hero days to impress me?” Perhaps having to walk at a little bit brisker a pace than the towering figure she was accompanying due to the differing lengths of their stride but not wanting to give an inch because of it, while talking ‘shop’ wasn’t exactly the strong suit of Umbra given how she much preferred banter and mischief, she did have a little bit of curiosity over how her ‘classmate’ seemed to be faring. After all, the whole hero game in the nation’s capital was still somewhat new to Miss Murasaki herself… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 13, 2018 14:54:31 GMT -4
Mia snickered as she dragged the girl through the air. It was kind of easy for her to treat people like dolls with her size and strength, so it wasn't like this was really new ground for her, and if anything the complains only made her want to drag the woman further away, just to get more of that quicking and squirming sensation in her grasp, resting the girl on her feet soon enough anyway, or she would have if she didn't suddenly disrobe and leave the blonde demon snickering into her palm and rolling her eyes as she looked over the woman before her. "Damn girl have you no shame at all?~" She tossed the shirt practically into her face with a cheeky smirk, letting her put it back on at her own pace as she shifted her own position.
Staring down at her and folding her arms with a cheeky smirk. "Yeeeah I won't ruin your fave fishnet shirt just like you 'didn't' ruin what was probably that guy's favorite uniform." She sighed and rolled her eyes, reaching out and lightly thwacking the other woman's forehead with the back of her fingers, her other hand resting on her hip as she took a casual, but oddly high nosed position, at least for the blonde Oni. "Remember girl, we're heroes here, representin' ourselves infront of probably some of the most quirkist people in the world. Old fuddy duddies in uniform. I know I ain't one to talk, but for once I'm feelin' we gotta make a good impression here, and somehow drenching them in black ooze that comes from who knows where...dosn't seem like the way to go."
Still, she clearly wasn't angry or upset, heck she wasn't even all that bothered, she just wanted to make sure she pulled Monica from the situation before it at all got potentially worse. She was mounting the guy afterall, and as old as he looked, he could probably pull something to turn things so close, especially since, to her knowledge, beyond the black ooze Monica was relatively human, and there was only so much a splash of ink could really do...right?
She snickered a little at the flirty comments, rolling her eyes and stepping in just as Monica (presumably) put her shirt back on, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist, squeezing just enough to earn a light squeak from the tiny framed girl. "Trust me luv, if I wanted you back at my place-" She hoisted her up and lifted her easily once again so they were eye level with eachother, licking her own lips and flashing her promnent canines in a cheeky grin, not planning to let her go anytime soon as she casually slid a hand down and hooked one of Monica's legs around her rather forwardly, though she planned to take it no further than that, more so just getting her more comfortably stuck in the air rather than have her dangling like a child again. "You'd know about it.~"
Still holding Monica in her arms, her eyes dipped back as she thought about what she'd been up to. "Ah ya know, bit o' this, bit o' that, trying to make a name for myself ya know.~ They say us heroes might be the new age celebrities afterall.~" She gave a light wink and hummed to herself as she idly commented. "Certainly got the fans for it already...but really it's been good. I ain't sure about some things yet. Some guys been trying to approach me with brand deals and I dunno if I'll take 'em up on it...how's about you?" She smirked as she thought of a cheeky example of advertisement, snickering to herself for just a second before she continued. "Can imagine you'd make a mint advertising art supplies or some shit, you are the inky hero afterall...and you got that sorta...cool arts colledge graduate vibe.~"
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 13, 2018 21:35:21 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade Winking at her fellow female as she caught the shirt effortlessly and whirled it around in her hand a couple of times to show that she was in no rush to get dressed, Monica gave a wicked and wide smile as she made sure to purposefully defy the expectation and intention of the bigger and stronger woman as a point of rebellion against any perceived dominance. Fallen into her new job as a public servant more because of the opportunity to get out from a life of mediocrity back in her homeland but intent on giving up none of her more rebellious inclinations, it was only when she felt that she was doing so on her own terms and not those of Miss Kearney or those of the public did the cheeky bitch slip her loosely woven garment back on, and that was only because it was easier to wear than carry. Sadly though, the act did make her drop her guard, which the horned monster seemed to exploit. “Whoa! Damn girl, you just can’t keep your hands off me~” Pulling the shirt down over herself and closing her eyes for just a fraction of a second, by the time she opened them again the big, strong arms of the giantess were closing around her, prompting the smallest squeak of surprise before the sassy nature of Miss Murasaki took over as it so often did. “Oh I get it, that little tap on your ass gave you a taste and now you can’t stop thinkin’ about getting more, well… Suppose I’d be powerless against all that brawn wouldn’t I? I’d just have to go with it if Mistress Muscle was wantin’ to have her way with me~” Running the tip of her tongue around her lips slowly as she was lifted into the air, while some may have panicked or blushed, the brazen Brazilian saw it as an opportunity to up her game and gave as good as she got, so was her style. Not intimidated by those who tried to overpower her but spurred into further defiance and mischief, if Mia thought she was going to turn the vixen into a blushing little girl at being grabbed and objectified a bit then she’d made one hell of a mistake, the deed had only made her more excited. “Yeah, I know, right? Back in Rio, quirks tend to be treated a little nicer than most here but they weren’t mainstream at all? Now we’re like… Superstars?” Nodding as the topic of conversation shifted to something a little bit lighter and this time making very little effort to escape the slightly risqué position she was in, while she had assumed that the role of a professional hero might garner a little bit of celebrity, Monica was not expecting quite the level of fanfare she had received. Perhaps underestimating how gung ho the Japanese people were about concepts when they got behind them, having come from obscurity and anonymity it had been a bit of an adjustment to find herself being waved at by fans and kids as she had gone about her business, especially when her behaviour away from the limelight made her probably the worst role model ever. “Wait, arts college grad? I’m way too ‘real’ for that kinda thing, cheeky bitch~” Shaking her head as the topic of conversation moved to that of sponsorship, maybe it was because of the fact that she tended to be a bit brusque in her manner or put on little displays like she did just now, but so far Miss Murasaki hadn’t really been offered much in the way of ‘family friendly’ advertisements. Besides, even if they did, she was she wasn’t sure she’d go for them. “I mean yeah I got the kinda looks that mean I could sell sand in the middle of the Sahara, but you know new country and new job, seemed more important to get the main thing right before looking into the side gigs…” By no means ashamed by her lack of offers but also having a certain reputation to uphold, the girl with the apparent ‘art student’ vibe spoke pretty honestly about why she hadn’t been all that involved in the advertisement scene given the other things she had on her mind like learning the local lingo and house hunting. Moving twice in the space of less than a year something that can really take up ones time not to mention leaving a person with certain issues of acclimatization, now that Mia had mentioned the idea, Monica did think she should look into the sponsorship scene a little more if only to get a bit more cheddar or something. “And what about you? If I find the right channel, am I gonna find a fit as fuck blonde wearing the latest skintight workout fashions? Cause, if I am, I’ll be needing that channel number before ya go home, sweetie~” Of course unable to keep her focus in a serious direction for long especially when she was currently being cradled by woman with abs that were built better than most houses, with a cheeky comment and an even cheekier grin, Miss Murasaki returned the question as she relaxed with one of the few people in the world right now she could call her ‘friend from work’… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 15, 2018 7:34:45 GMT -4
"Oh I guess not, but unlike a certain someone here I'm at least a little more cautious...unless I'm bulked up." She had a weird feeling about her own body when it came to showing off. Being naked when she was in her tight yet soft form, that was something reserved for her private time when she wanted to get comfortable, or for those she wanted to get intimate with. On the opposite end, when she was bulked up...she didn't know what it was but it was almost like she percieved her muscles like a second layer atop her skin. Being shirtless with her strong muscles pushing through her skin was easy, and while she could still be naked when she wasn't as buffed, there was just...something there. It wasn't a situation she'd as readily choose. Both were comfortable...but the more muscular option was just...better.
Still, her mind could only focus on the feelings of her own body for so long, her red eyes draping down the tanned body of the girl opposite her. Between her, Monica, and Darkshine, it seemed the pros were made up of some rather pretty ladies, though in Darkshine's case she really needed to pull that stick from out of her ass before she could see herself getting along with the posh cunt. Monica was much more her style, though on an equal level, she couldn't ever see the girl being intimidated by, or in awe of her, which was something Mia always loved.
"What can I say?~ Milk-chocolates a hard taste to deny myself. Once I see some I gotta have a bite.~" She leaned her head in and bit the air between them with a cheeky smirk, lightly tapping the girl's ass in her arms with a playful growl as she continued. "You're right though. Hero or no hero, not many people can deny me...course I only use such forbidden charm and strength on those who want it to begin with. With great power comes great responsibility and all.~" She stuck out her tongue and gave the woman's rear a cheeky squeeze before sliping it back up her back to hold her in place, holding her there for a moment as she carried her a little further away from the training areas. As much as she was enjoying the teasing back and forth, maybe not best to do it somewhere any of their little audience could catch them. As much of a Horndog as Mia was, unlike Monica, she wasn't the type to get a cheeky poundin' under the bleachers. She enjoyed giving her girl's some privacy so she could truly show them a good time they'd remember fondly with no regrets.
"Yeah that seems to be how it goes. A lot of people here are still quirkist, especially people like mr-now-coated-in-ooze-mcgee back there." She smirked a little, pointing a thumb back towards where they'd come from, before lowering it back down to catch the weight of Monica in her arms. "But we definitely have a lot of people treating us like modern celebs. I mean we do a lot more than any singer or pop-star, and heck half the time we seem to be doing their jobs too! No wonder we get so much attention eh?~" She held a wide grin, the move from america definitely a good one for her. Once her family had gotten pretty settled with her, and Mia started re-building a name for herself in the japanese market...oh fuck things had been going good. Just the mere fact she could be recognized walking down a street sent a chill down her spine that was oh-so pleasant.
"Oh please bitch. At best you got your skin-tone workin' for ya, those purple streaks, the high boots, the cheeky look in your eye. All you need is a sketch pad under your arm and a 5 syllable name and your the most arty farty arts grad I've ever seen." She gave a cheeky smirk of course, hoping the Brazillian bitch could take the teasing in stride. By now she was letting her drop back to her own feet and even gave her hair a playful ruffle as she looked down at her, scoffing at the talk but pretty much agreeing. Best to be a good hero before you even start selling out there.
"Nah nah. I got a few offers. No gym gear though since there's not really much going in my size yet. I got rumors about them having someone design some popular brand in my size just so I can advertise it, but mostly its been stuff like, really meaty food places? I think Mcdonalds wanted me to advertise the american menu they were doing next month...actually fuck getting paid to eat some big-tasty burgers...might have to call them back..." She reached back and ruffled her hair, genuinely considering that....okay yeah she was gonna ransack her desk looking for that number. Could anyone really say her digging her fangs into tasty meat for money was at all out of her 'character' as a pro hero. She dipped her head up at the other girl and smirked. "Still though, not even gotten any offers? Ain't many pro heroes for them to go to afterall, and you certainly got a good look for anything from the artsy crap to...maybe like a more punky fashion store?" She gave her a light jab on the shoulder with her teasing smirk.
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 16, 2018 20:33:07 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade Saying nothing at the description she was given of what the Mighty Miss Kearney™ envisioned when she elaborated on the impression she had gotten of Monica in some kind of hipster ‘arteest’ scene, the violet vixen simply smirked at her comments and couldn’t help but find some curiosity as to their cause. Gotta remember to ask her if she’s had a bite of 'chocolate' before, don’t I? Might be fun… People tending to go off experience after all, was she being told more than this beast of a blonde meant when she shared her mental image? It would be most amusing to see if such powerful descriptive work came from a source of desire, be it history or fantasy. “S’pose that chicks your size are few and far between, but still, given how active ya are then a sports bra brand or something would love ya?” Nodding as Mia mentioned the fact that the kind of women’s wear big enough for her brawny body would likely see little market share, after a second or two of consideration, Miss Murasaki quickly saw an area of interest that could prove quite profitable. Two in fact, and they were hard to miss given that they right in front of her. “With all that power behind ya, I bet that rack gets more G’s thrown at it than an astronaut at launch?” Doubtless any girl who was rather endowed often struggling to find the kind of support item needed to restrain ones bust in highly kinetic situations, given the fact that the golden haired giantess was rocking no shortage in the rack department herself it seemed a wonderful opportunity for product development and advertising. “I can see the ad campaign already, your fine ass throwing grown men and cars around like toys while your gals stay right where they should be? Support for the age of monsters~” Licking her lips and grinning as she described a delectable little scene of her own that popped into her head as she took in the wide range of assets that her associate could provide, while it might have taken the top minds of the world to create such an item it would doubtlessly be of great use to all of those who wanted to be active despite the curse of generous endowment. With the right backing the ‘Red Horn’ might just be able to revolutionize the world of undergarments and save millions of women from back and shoulder ache while she did it. It seemed almost a travesty not to do it. “Ya see now it feels like you’re takin’ more my kinda language?” Next it the turn of the mountain of a mama to suggest something that Monica might be able to see herself getting into, while the idea of her advertising art supplies seemed to appeal about as much as the notion of becoming a spokeswoman for the process of paint drying, there seemed something fresh and fine about getting into fashion. “Choice urban threads that define a generation? That I can get my considerable appeal behind~” The beauty from Brazil always eager to find ways to better spread her own brand of unique imagery and priding herself in being something of a trendsetter, she would certainly be lying if she didn’t enjoy the idea of squads of Japanese teens rocking a look that emulated her own. The streets and alleys of Tokyo flooded with an influx of favela vibes that had taken and tweaked to maximum effect by her tastes, it would be like putting some feisty Latina flair in a people who already seemed a bit too uptight for the liking of this particular firecracker. “And speakin’ of considerable appeals, since that little battle left me hungry for a little bit more wildness, you got much planned for the rest of the day?” Amused by the idea to no end and yet at the same time feeling a certain degree of restlessness which was probably exacerbated by the position that she found herself in, Miss Murasaki smirked and then spoke to her tall, strong fellow heroine in a purring tone as she sought to alleviate this energetic discomfort in fashions that she knew were pretty tried and tested. “After seein’ ya let loose on the battlefield, can’t help but feel a sense of wonder as to how ya do with something a lil more mano a mano?” Quickly picking up on the not so subtle vibes and sparks that seemed to be flying between herself and Ms Hercules now that they had each other all to themselves, with little regard for nuance the violet vixen licked her lips like a hungry cat as she eyed her companion, wondering if this fierce female was feeling as frisky as she was… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 17, 2018 14:28:42 GMT -4
Mia shrugged a little with the comment about her size. She was proud of her body and more than happy with her size, but she supposed it did come with some downsides. Namely stuff like how she had to pay extra for most clothes, and generally couldn’t get things in her size generally unless she ordered it especially for her. Ah well though, as one of the first heroes in Japan, there wasn’t any over-saturation of the market yet, and thus, she was earnin’ pretty decent money, so even if she was the kind to need a new outfit each day of the week, she wouldn’t be hard up for cash.
“They’ll come to me when they come to me. I ain’t exactly in a rush for money or the publicity whatever the case. Never know, might have me advertising those tight muscle shirts instead.” She listened to the comment about G forces, snickering into the back of her palm and rolling her eyes. She wasn’t exactly speedy but she had been working on a jumping technique that’d definitely put her body under some powerful strength, hurling her body through the air, bounding from building to building…if keeping her cans still during that wasn’t a good ad for a sports bra she didn’t know what would be.
She listened to the idea of an ad campaign and rolled her eyes with a smirk as she folded her arms, even the tag line at the end actually sounded kinda enticing in its own weird way. “Guess if someone pitched that to me I couldn’t see myself saying no. Or maybe some muscle shirt thing about me showing off so hard guys get jealous. Make people wanna buy the damn things try and beat how damn good I’d look in ‘em myself.~” She gave a cheeky, sharp canined smirk as she cocked her hips off to one side, opening an eye as the conversation moved along.
“yeah course someone in shorts and a fishnet shirt would wanna do a fashion ad. Ugh.” She playfully groaned and threw her head back, rolling her head back around with a cheeky smirk as she continued on. “I just dunno what it is with chicks and fashion in general if I’m honest. I mean, seriously, they’re just clothes you wear every other day. Why bother spending your time picking something that’s just gonna end up on the floor at the end of the day anyway?” She gave a light shrug, just expressing her general lack of knowledge about such stuff and rubbing the back of her neck.
With Monica going on into her little tease, a faint tint of pink pushed onto Mia’s cheeks before becoming overpowered by her usual grin, snickering a little as she folded her arms a little tighter, bulking up her muscles with the innate purpose of being just a little more intimidating, her eyes flashing over the tanned woman, finding she moved a little faster than even Mia was used to if she was reading this right, but with a step forward of her own, she rested an arm against the wall over Monica’s head, looking down at her with those deep red eyes that seemed even more vibrant as her titanic body cast a shadow over the girl beneath her who she was now lightly pressuring to back up into the wall, Mia herself just grinning even larger as she rested her free hand on her hip.
“Ya know cheeky it’s kinda gonna need to rely on what exactly you meen by mona-a-mono~ I mean, something tells me with your lithe little body it’s gonna be an interesting match against my brawn…but at the same time…I’m gonna bet that ain’t what you were on about.~”
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