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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 18, 2018 10:42:40 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade “With you in a muscle shirt, I bet there’d be plenty of ‘hard guys’ around ya~” Grinning mischievously as Mia mentioned her alternate idea for a lovely little ad, as she looked at the big, tremendously toned woman Miss Murasaki couldn’t help but imagine her frame with some loose rag hung off it by spaghetti straps. It was her kind of image, really. “Ya know, you’re making a pretty persuasive argument there…” The intention of the woman whom she was still quite casually clinging to perhaps not quite reaching the beauty from brazil as Miss Kearney mentioned her clothing ending up on the floor at the end of the day, the impish little minx couldn’t help but imagine certain implications of how said articles of apparel ended up that way and licked her lips as she did so. “I mean I do have more style than a panther in pinstripes but I also look fuckin’ good with my clothes on the floor, so… In a way clothes are a waste, aren’t they?” Cocking her head to one side as her mind was flooded with her own damn fine naked form and perhaps even a brawny blonde who might have helped her reach such a state of nudity, Monica leaned in a little bit and intentionally let the straps of both her bra and fishnet shirt slip down off one of her shoulders suggestively as she made her point in a low, slightly husky whisper to her fellow femme and hoped she formed a similar image as well. That lil blush~ Even a girl as big and sexy as this can be a bit cute sometimes, can’t she? Rather tickled next as she discovered that her playful behaviours had seemingly inspired something she hadn’t expected in the face of her tall friend as she noted that hint of redness that flashed across the cheeks of the big strong lass, given how aggressive and assertive that Mia tended to be the violet vixen hadn’t expected to see a hint of bashfulness about her, but was glad she did. The small, subtle shade she turned for just a second enough to give a little window to something delicate beneath the strong body and tough attitude she tended to show, it was fascinating and intrigued Miss Murasaki to no end. As did the action she took. Now that’s a little bit more like it~ The foxy femme pleased that the mix of mischief and mystery had elicited such a strong level of interest in her fellow professional as she found herself being ‘trapped’ between her and the wall, despite the potential disadvantage of her position Monica felt no degree of intimidation and instead was thrilled by this particular development. “Oh? Well, I can tell ya that the action I had in mind might be a little out of place in a ring or cage, somewhere a little more discreet will be better~?” Lightly letting the whiteness of her front teeth bare down on the glossy lilac tone that Umbra had coloured her lips as she let out a slow and soft chuckle, the digits of the little devil drifted to the hand that was placed on hip of the heroine who had her ‘pinned down’ and let her teasing touch entice the girl to move it to her own as she tilted her head to let her long half dyed locks cascade over her shoulder. I’ve never been with a man as big as she is, let alone a woman… This might get very interestin’. Perhaps a little colour and a lot more heat present in the cheeks of the Latina now she was in this position that promised so much, she let out slow, heavy breaths as she used her other hand to snake gently around the waist of Miss Kearney as she looked up to her, their difference in height meaning that she could readily press her face deep into the rack of this ravishing woman if she felt so inclined. “So, ‘Red Horn’, feel like you got enough left for another round or two, just us?” Smiling broadly as she tossed her head and spoke in little more than an intimate whisper with the giantess, with a mind filled with curiosity and concepts it was probably a little unseemly to fully define Monica leaned forward a little, inviting her companion to seize what by now she expected was what they both wanted. After all, it would have been a shame to waste the heat that had built so quickly between them… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 18, 2018 15:00:48 GMT -4
“Heh, as true as that might be Umbra, that ain’t exactly something I’m gonna wanna think about, so thanks for putting that gross image in my head ya little bitch.” Lightly flicking the girl’s forehead, she narrowed her eyes and rolled them softly soon after. As the other girl was focusing on her in some loose fitting shirt that hung off her frame, Mia had being thinking more one of those tight shirts that clung to every muscle, specifically wearing it in one of her more bulked up states. She wore that infront of some guys, and she was pretty sure she’d intimidate the hardness right outta them.~
Even as Mia heard those words in response to her next, she was already smirking and ready to roll her eyes again, knowing where a comment like that could probably lead. Mia hadn’t been teasing about it at all and was in fact fairly serious, just talking about how clothes were just something she slung on her body, so why waste money and not just get cheap things you were okay wearing? Of course though, Umbra managed to flip her words into something flirtatious, snickering into the back of her hand and letting out a soft sigh.
“Bitch is there anything that comes out of your lip that ain’t some flirty shit? Heck I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, you literally put off putting your shirt back on just so I got more of that delicious chocolatey view.~” Licking her lips as she started to move in as described in the previous post, her tongue washed across her lips, not with the refined motion and skill of a French courtesan, but more the lewd lust of a hungry predator. A more masculine part of her to be sure but an image that certainly suited that of a Japanese demon, if the red horn and the bulking biceps didn’t already sell that image all the way home.
Looking down at the girl now beneath her, even as she borderlined on a full-oni state it was clear the girl beneath her showed no signs of flinching or cowering under this titanic form lingering above them. She let out a hard puff from her nostrils that almost seemed to fog up the air, letting out the hot breath. Umbra likely wouldn’t flinch or shrink under her no matter what she did, and on some level that definitely impressed her. On another, it did nothing but frustrate her. She loved making her girl’s feel admired and put on a pedestal, but the fact she didn’t even have the choice of putting Monica on edge definitely riled her up in a weird way. It just made her wanna make sure Monica didn’t even have the capacity to complain later.
With the teasing touch of the other girl, she slowly flowed her hand across to her hip, smirking down at her and giving that hip a firm squeeze as she lingered over her just a little further. “I dunno what you’re sayin’ there hun. I mean, it really depends what you’re into if it involves a cage or even a ring. I mean I once knew this one girl in America who got ‘riled up’ just by having a good fight, so that’s really all down the preference ya know?~”
For Mia, she’d had many girls of Umbra’s general build. Maybe not as spunky and tight but definitely small and smooth like Umbra was. She let out a soft chuckle as she considered if she had a type, but nah, it seemed those kind of girls just seemed to be attracted to her. Instead, she was more someone who just screamed…woman. Sure Umbra had that, but Mia was just…curves….a high nose…confidence…a sway to them…and class. Mia loved a girl with class, and those girls tended not to love her, but ah well. She’d definitely enjoy a bit of Umbra while she had the chance, smirking down at her once again as she returned from her wondering thoughts.
“Oh definitely Umbra, you think those punks were enough to tire me out? I’m almost offended. Don’t ya know I’m gonna be the biggest hero in Japan before long? What kinda hero would I be if I don’t have the energy to get the girl at the end of the day?~”
Pushing off the wall with such weight and force she might have made it creak with the strain, she turned on her heels and gestured for the other girl to follow. “Come on, I think we hurt the army’s pride enough for today, so why don’t we head back to my office? I got a living-area on the floor above so we can have all the privacy you need while we…’get to work’.~” Flashing a cheeky wink back at the other girl over her shoulder, she continued to walk off the scene and stretched her arms behind her head, groaning a little as she started to limber up for something that’d take a lot more skill than what she’d already done today.
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 18, 2018 16:15:31 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade “Unnnnggggg…” A low groan emanating from a petite little thing that was nestled up on one half of a bed that seemed big enough that it could house a whole family, as her mocha body shifted and the sheet that covered her up revealed her shoulders, Miss Murasaki awoke from what might have been close to a fatigue induced coma. This isn’t my place… Whose place is this? Dazed by the deep sleep that she had been in after a rather vigorous time at the office of her fellow professional hero, as her violet irises tried to focus on the scenery around her the vixen found herself suffering from a sense of temporary amnesia that was caused by sleepiness and probably a lack of certain electrolytes. Oh right, Mia’s… Laying there with her eyes seeming rather narrow as she assessed her situation rather calmly, this had not been the first time that the woman from Rio had woken up naked and rather thoroughly exhausted in a bed she did not know, and simply let the details fill themselves in as she engaged in about half a snooze. It was quite the tale really. Miss Kearney certainly telling no word of a lie when she boasted about her stamina, the experience at the military base had been only a brief warm up compared to the endurance event that had occurred afterward. The two girls heading to the office of the Red Horn and at times the impatience and friskiness of the mocha skinned mistress putting their arrival in jeopardy as transport situations turned rather risqué, it was probably a good thing that the blonde had managed to keep her under wraps given their public image, but by the time that they had arrived at their destination both had been ready to pop pretty hard. And they did. By the time they were done it was way past midnight and so Monica had elected to remain with her professional partner for the night, after all, she had been too tired to stumble bow legged back to her Musutafu apartment in the dead of night, especially when she had no idea where half her clothes had ended up. Kinda thirsty… Lingering in her languid position for several minutes before a desire for hydration seemed to outweigh her longing for further rest, with a yawn and a complete lack of shame the Brazilian beauty slipped from beneath the sheet that had been covering her in order to seek some form of liquid refreshment, barely seeming to react to the fact that she wasn’t wearing even a single stitch at that moment. Kitchen? Somewhat single minded in her post sleep mentality and stumbling through a place that was strewn with the remnants of yesterday’s fun, Monica ignored the mix of her own items and that of her partner littered the ground along with a couple of pizza boxes from their refuelling session as she ran her fingers through her lopsided locks and yawned again. “There we go…” The search that she conducted not exactly a speedy affair but one that came to a fruitful resolution when the young woman spied a part of the Red Horn’s office which seemed to have a sink and more importantly a nice tap that she presumed she could get her drink from, without even bothering to look for something to hold her refreshment in the girl opted for a cruder method of intake for the liquid she sought. Come to mama… Propping herself up on the side of the sink with both palms once she had flicked the tap on in order to deliver some nice cool fluid to her lips, with her rump sticking out behind her the Rio girl stood on no kind of ceremony as she let the water drool down her chin as it half-filled her mouth, gulping down slowly and serenely as she let herself be reinvigorated by this delicious morning substance… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 18, 2018 19:33:58 GMT -4
While on the one hand Mia was not feeling as physically drained as her dark skinned partner for the night, she was the one to wake up second. As strong and powerful as her body was, it managed to maintain that aspect of itself by knowing how to shut down and shut down hard. Even with some energy still in her system by the time her partner and her decided to call it a night, her body conked right out and for hours rested in a deep sleep insomniacs were probably jealous, heck, they were probably plotting her assassination out of jealousy and spite. The most her sleep earned were a few tosses and turns, and as her little bit of trouble rose from the bed and stumbled out into the kitchen area of her office’s living space, Mia gave a rather unlady like snort as she just barely started to stir from her sleep, her large hands grasping at the bed sheets, feeling a lot more fabric fill her palm than she should have as her body truly began to push itself into the land of the living, lifting her head from her pillow. Her vision still wasn’t clear yet, but she could already make a conclusion from just how easy it was to gather the mattress cover between her fingers. The corners were loose, and with how firmly she could tuck in the corners of that thing that tended to leave only one explanation.
She’d fucked.
As her vision cleared the rest of the room didn’t do anything to dissuade that assumption. The loose clothes, the blanket that had slipped inside the douvet cover and somehow ended up folded in half while the outer cover still stretched to it’s full length. A half torn pizza box…Mia tried to remember why on earth they might have torn up a pizza box. She did remember the refuelling period they’d had and how pissed off Mia was that only the shitty local pizza place was open up to deliver….was that…ooooh right. Bonking her forehead with the base of her palm as she really started to wake up, she remembered being pizzed that the crusts all tasted so burnt and ended up tearing the box up with her teeth to metaphorically spit on the logo of the pizza place that it bore. She musta been enjoying herself if she let herself be that silly.
Truly waking up though, and much faster than Umbra, she gave a loud yawn as she still felt tense muscles about her form from the fun she’d had last night, tending to get bigger and stronger as the night whent on with a girl. Her muscles flexed as she pulled her hands up and over her head, resting behind it. A light groan filled her as she stretched out every worn muscle she had, and casually threw the bed sheets off of herself, sliding across to the nearest side and looking down at the clothes around her feet. Had Umbra noticed her clothes were already on the floor before they even began to undress? It was a Saturday afterall, and the maid only came on Sunday, so there was still plenty of mess about.
‘Speaking of that minx…’
Her eyes traced back to the bed, finally noticing she was sans partner as her mind truly began to clear, standing herself up and pressing her hands into the base of her back as she stretched her spine out, letting out a light squeak as her back and shoulders popped a little as she truly got comfortable, punctuated by the distant sound of running water. Seemed someone was thirsty, or was making the morning coffee. Shifting through the loose clothes on the floor, Mia’s eyes began to narrow as she realized just how much of it was Umbra’s…shirt…bra…panties…pants….okay the girl was naked. She shouldn’t have been surprised but a chuckle at herself came through as she had to say she still was on some level. Grabbing a loose pair of sweatpants from two nights before, and hanging a shirt across the back of her neck over her shoulders, she spotted that chocolate butt hanging out as she leaned in to get a drink, unable to resist…though she did have a moment of debate…
‘Spank or whip…spank or…’
She whent with the whip, spinning up her still un-worn shirt between her hands and flicking it out so it snapped like a whip against that perky little butt, Mia offering a toothy grin, her still faintly bulging muscles allowing her to hold comfort and confidence without her shirt on just yet, enjoying some light tomfoolery and flirting so early in the morning as Monica experienced a towel whipping of the quality only trained professionals, or boys in locker rooms, could muster.
“Geeze lass, put some clothes on will ya. This is a place of work. We get kids in here crying about lost balloons.” Was she joking? No, but Monica wouldn’t find it easy to tell. It was a rare thing, and Mia had only had it happen once, having to resist chuckling at the crying child who wanted Mia, the Red Horn, the Oni, the Devilish Demon, to retrieve their balloon for them. She ended up just paying for a new one at the corner and pretending she found it while the kid’s mother kept them busy, but all the same, it was not a memory she easily let herself forget on any level.
“Seriously you’re less lady like than me and that’s saying something.” Tugging her shirt down over her head, not catching it on the horn, a testament to how used to the appendage she was, and how awake she was in this moment compared to her friend, she opened up her fridge and lifted out a whole jug of milk, making a cheers motion and giving a sly wink as she declared. “More of a mornin’ milk girl maself.” She then tipped her head back, and began to chug, displaying her own disgraceful qualities as she chugged the milk down gulp after gulp till easily 4 whole pints was missing from the jug. There was a deep, satisfying sigh that followed, to be sure.
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 19, 2018 10:54:37 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade “UNKUH-UH-UH-UH-UGHHH!” Still at the watering hole and in mid gulp as something snapped at her ass quite sharply, the mix of surprise and pain made Monica gasp, which was a big mistake with water drifting slowly down her throat as she quickly found out. A little bit of her drink diving into the wrong hole as she tried to swallow air and water at the same time, the vixen was left spluttering as she choked on something a little thicker than she usually liked to breath, instantly losing much of the strength in her body and needing to grip the sink as she looked around and glared at her host sharply. “J-Jeez, ya… C-couldn’t put… Some c-cuffs on first?” Struggling for air but the feistiness of the favela femme compelling her to never give an inch even in a situation like this, while her eyes were watering a bit from her momentary act of drowning, Miss Murasaki still laid out a line in response to the transgression and did what she could to grin mischievously at Mia to let her know she’d need more than that to be ‘disciplined’ by the woman. Ignoring the fact that her rump was stinging from the sharp hit so as not to give the blonde the satisfaction of knowing she had stung her there, while it had been painful in a way all it had done had made them even really, given a little act of mischief that the violet eyed girl had committed in the heat of the moment the night before. “Tryna brand me as yours, eh bitch?” Twisting her hips and looking over her shoulder to see a nice glowing mark of redness on her chocolate coloured skin, its presence only reminded the naughty nude that while she had been busy with Miss Kearney the previous evening she might have emblazoned the ass of her companion with a temporary tattoo of a heart. Naturally the memory making her giggle, with her hips swinging the Brazilian beauty strutted past her host in a fashion that made her look like she was proud of being stung back there, and was a little disappointed that the sweats that the Red Horn had slipped into meant she couldn’t admire her handiwork this morning. I may have to get her pants off again just to grab a glimpse of it~ Biting her lip as she found herself a little overwhelmed with curiosity and mischief at the prospect of rediscovering the naughty little reminder she tended to leave on those she spent her nights with, as Monica scanned her apartment and collected up her underwear before slipping into them she couldn’t help but wonder how good handiwork would look on the finely chiselled buttock of a girl like Mia. Shaking her head and giggling as she did so, with a matching but simple set of a black bra and thong covering up the worst of her nudity the least ladylike woman in the room swaggered around the apartment with a smug expression and wondered where her comrade might have gotten to, finding that recent rear focus and the whip in particular meant that her friskiness was quickly returning to her. “Is this better? Wouldn’t wanna offend a delicate lady like yourself now would I?” Slipping around the living space above the Red Horn’s office until she found her friend again and using the opportunity to drape herself against the nearest doorframe, with her eyelashes batting toward the brawny blonde Miss Murasaki bit her lip and showed off her barely dressed form eagerly, waiting to see the wanting looks she would be given as she twisted around and began to wiggle that tempting behind at the girl once more… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 19, 2018 14:45:49 GMT -4
Snickering at the ridiculous sounds she’d managed to make her guest make, sounding like a fish that somehow managed to drown in it’s own fishbowl, she casually continued to the fridge and left it open, leaning back into it against one of the shelves. The constant burning of her muscles had her body tending to go more hot than cold, and as such a chilling breeze, even one emitted by her own fridge, was always a pleasant experience, leaving a pleasant chill down her spine and a content sigh escaping her lips, all the while holding an amused smirk as she finally seemed to have caught the other girl off guard. Mia had always had her sense of stamina even from her early days of ‘action’, so she could only find the dazed state she left almost every other girl in amusing to say the least, especially with Umbra, who had been so strong, confident, and alert the past day.
“Oh no, I only wear my cuffs for special occasions ya know.~” She lifted her arms, lightly rubbing her wrists after she rested the milk jug back in the door shelf of the fridge. Her strong arms seeming certainly a bit more tight and hard in her forearms, and her wrists (or just an inch or so below) Seemed to have faintly rougher skin than the rest from the iron cuffs she wore on her hero costume, the broken cufflinks always helping to provide her with an image of strength and unleashed ferocity, but not something she wore outside of – “Ya know, those special occasions where ya gotta put some crook in his place, charge into a burning building and save an orphan, generally flex and make women swoon. Ya know, the important things in life all mentioned above.~” She gave a sly wink at the end of that, her usual toothy smirk shining as brightly as ever even after the long potentially tiring night they’d just had.
“Nah nothing like that. Trust me I wouldn’t wanna ruin a piece of art with a crude branding. Beside, I know you, you’re a free gal. An un-signed piece of graffiti. Beautiful, yet tough, and spunky.~ With an air of mystery to you no one can quite place, and only those truly invested in you would care about…” She let those words linger, a potentially very smart or dumb analogy that was eventually punctuated with a casual shrug and a smirk as Mia blindly reached back into her fridge, pulling out a small plastic tray of ham slices and peeling away the top slice. “That or I’m just talkin’ out my ass. Who knows. Someone probably but I ain’t met ‘em yet.~”
She started to move towards the furniture in her living area, a long couch and a recliner that very easily turned on the spot. She decided to go for the couch while she had company, throwing herself over the back of the couch and landing into the middle cushion with a heavy sound, and a weird ding of metal rather than the creaking of wood. If Monica was smart she’d realized that all of Mia’s furniture was likely re-inforced with metal, or even build with a metal frame to begin with. Like her clothes it limited her options sometimes, but with her reckless nature and rambunctious behaviour, coupled with her size, it was worth the extra money and lack of choice to make sure her furniture didn’t just break on her everytime she entered a room. As Umbra got cozy, she started to twist and rotate her neck, letting out a few cracking sounds and resting her head along the back of the couch.
“Uuuugh so much better…” She had been talking about the cracks she’d just let out in her neck, but turning her eyes to the tanned beauty in her home she gave a close lipped smirk at her. Something about girls in clothes just…she didn’t know what it was but it was way hotter than a naked girl that was for sure. Seeing how she was clearly trying to be seductive, Mia’s eyes briefly lingered as she bit into her lower lip herself, though more to restrain herself than the seductive look Umbra was giving. She was briefly tempted to rush up and push her back into the bedroom for some morning fun, but the two had already killed a whole evening, and she could tell from how dazed she was that, as much as Umbra might say otherwise, the girl probably didn’t have the energy in her to truly enjoy a session between the two, so she opted for a different route as her eyes drifted from the couch to Umbra once more. She lightly patted the spot beside her on the couch and if Umbra sat down she’d tug the girl to rest against her chest as her muscles finally started to ease up, slowly deflating her back to her softer, though still Amazonian in size, form.
“Ya look great Umbra…hey this ain’t gonna make anything weird is it?” She offered a small smile but the question was definitely serious as she tried to make eye contact in their current position, lightly squeezing the girl’s shoulder / upper arm as she did. “I mean we both pretty much work together, as much as heroes can without having a sidekick ya know? So just wanna make sure you don’t er…get the wrong idea…and if you have the right idea, that you’re okay with it ya know?”
She casually rubbed the back of her head, casually stretching her body as she did. “I mean, should be pretty obvious I ain’t no girl ready to settle down, and I doubt you are either. No offence, so-“ She woulda finished that thought when her phone rang, the noise a little muffled and Mia following it for a moment or so before pushing a hand down between the cushions, smirking as she recognized the number from the past few days and holding a finger up to Umbra.
“Hold that thought.” Swiping her thumb across the phone she let out a bellowing. “Suuuuup commander! Ya got another load of your goons for me to pound so soon?~”
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Post by Monica Murasaki on Sept 21, 2018 21:32:20 GMT -4
She left her mark on me and I hoped that it might never fade “Weird?” Rather confused by the question she was asked by Mia initially, as the big blonde moved in close and squeezed her arm, something about the expression that the girl carried made Miss Murasaki turn around and lean against the doorframe a little less provocatively, moving to pull her arms around her back and facing her fellow femme fully. “Ohhhhh… Right.” Catching up with the conversation when the Red Horn sought to clarify their situation a little more clearly, it was actually sort of cute to see someone who had seemed laid back and fun loving appear a bit more serious and sensitive with what she did. This little moment along with the earlier things like the insistence of the largely lady that they have their fun somewhere with a hint of intimacy showing that somewhere within that champions soul beat the heart of someone a bit more delicate, it was a nice discovery really but one that the mischievous minx couldn’t help but want to take advantage of for fun. “B-But, you mean to say that… W-We aren’t going to be married after this? A-After you took me to your bed? That was my f-first… Tuwahahahahaha!” Dropping her usual slang fashion and assuming an innocent manner of speech like an innocent little Pollyanna she had seen in a film or something, Monica did her best to make her eyes as big and pleading as possible while wearing a pout and even adding a stammer as she messed with her fellow pro playfully. “Deffo not somethin’ I can say with a straight face at the end there!” Unfortunately, regardless of how compelling her act might have been, it didn’t last long. After a few seconds the beauty from Brazil snorted and began to giggle, just as Miss Kearney ducked off to deal with the interruption of a phone. “Relax, it was fun but I ain’t lookin’ for anything ‘permanent’, I’m too young and pretty to get tied down just yet~” Shaking her head and grinning at the girl in the kitchen as she clarified that she too shared the opinion that their rendezvous had been nothing more than a way of blowing off some very pent up steam, while the Rio gal could see that there might be good times to be had from getting involved with a lass like Mia, Miss Murasaki was definitely not looking for such a thing. Maybe she’d settle down with a girl or a boy one day, but for now she wanted nothing to tie her down like that. Commander? Is that the guy I ‘slimed’ yesterday? Flicking her hair playfully and then walking across the kitchen with every inch of swing she could in her hips as she moved across the kitchen in order to emphasize the youth and attractiveness she had just mentioned, the brow of the Brazilian arched a little as she quickly guessed from Miss Kearney’s side of the conversation who she was talking to, before focusing on other matters. She might be able to start her day with a gallon of milk, but a Rio girl needs her Café dose to get her going, especially when sex seems to have been put on hold… Showing very little regard for standing on ceremony as she began to rifle through the various cupboards and units that were in this kitchen area in order to dig up something caffeine related and something to prepare it with, while the part of the world she was from meant Miss Murasaki was used to getting a divine dose of fresh coffee beans whenever she wanted it, she was steadily getting used to slumming it with instants since they seemed a bit more common in these parts… MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 22, 2018 5:25:41 GMT -4
Mia was glad to hear they were on the same page here. Normally she wouldn’t have even bothered to have checked, especially with a girl who left the kind of impression Monica did, what with her constantly teasing gaze and the fact she seemed to be trying to tease her even now, when Mia knew full well she wouldn’t last more than a handful of rounds if they decided to enjoy eachother’s company once more today. Course Mia could be wrong on that last part, but she doubted it.~ The girl was clearly skilled, but mere mortals could only last so long against the indominable stamina of a demon.
She did snicker a little at her brief play acting though and Mia gave her lop-sided hair a big ruffle before she ended up taking that call, not actually leaving the couch and still sitting with the smaller girl to take the call, toying with her hair in one hand as she held the phone in her other, covering the receiver while the commander was going off on some waffly rant about how yesterday had been a farce and didn’t count as a true display of her power against the military and blah. Blah. Blahdy blah. Blah.
“Listen here little miss chocolate I was only askin’ cause we work together. Don’t get the wrong idea, I know you ain’t the kinda girl to get tied down, I just don’t want this doing any weird crap if we meet eachother on the scene. Even the most free spirits can get awkward if they’re forced to practically share an office the next day.~” She tried relating their hero work to an average job but of course the analogy wasn’t perfect and she knew it, so she returned to the phone, letting the commander get a few more words out of his rant before she rather bluntly put her voice over his.
“Oi listen mate this is all fun and lovely to hear but we both know you didn’t call me just to complain about yesterday, as much as your pride woulda wanted to, so how about we both cut to the chase and hear what ya got for me?” Letting Monica go as she still likely headed to the kitchen to find her coffee, Mia hooked an arm over the back of her couch, resting her chin on her shoulder as she followed the woman walking off, biting her lip a little with every subtle sway she had and letting out an almost steamy breath as she missed the first half of another waffling speech from the commander, her own nails digging into the back of her couch cushions with enough force to make the hardy fabric creak in distress before the commander finally managed to get her attention.
“Huh? Another display?~ Come on we both know you’re getting desperate now. What’s it gonna be this time? 30 guys? Do I need to call in two friends to stop this from being an unfair fight this-“ The commander interrupted her by telling her a single word. ‘one’. Apparently today if she were to come in and face them she’d be facing only a single opponent, and the commander even went on to invite the ideas that she bring her ‘oily friend’ along with her. Briefly Mia wondered if it was oil or ink or whatever, but moreso she was focused on the fact the commander sounded so confident about only one foe…she glanced to Umbra, wondering if she should bring her…but the commander sounded a little too confident for even Mia to feel safe going in alone. Whatever he was planning it was a big display and one he genuinely didn’t think he could lose from the sound in his voice.
“…I’ll be there.” Hanging up the phone before she could hear another grandiose speech, she tossed it onto her coffee table and pushed herself up from the couch, stretching her arms over her head and sliding up behind Monica just as she’d finished pouring her coffee, specifically choosing a time when neither of her hands were on the filled cup to give her rear a firm slap and a tight squeeze, gazing at her with a smirk over her shoulder as she rested her free hand on the kitchen counter.
“Hey hot stuff.~” She gave a sly wink and leaned a little lower, still with a hand on her backside, gently caressing the spot she slapped as her elbow rested on a shelf she kept some jars of spices on, her cheek resting on her palm. “Commander just got us two tickets to his next little display. Fancy joining me to put him in his place again…?~”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2018 14:49:05 GMT -4
Hello hello! I'll be grading your thread today! I'm still learning so I apologize if I make any mistakes! Taking the post count and word count of each member into account and the content of each post, this is what I determined the reward to be: Mia: 99*2(Semper-Fi) =198 -5% (Dead Thread) =188 EXP Monica: 88*2 (Semper-Fi) = 176 -5% (Dead Thread) =167 EXP Sad to see this is a dead thread but please enjoy your double event EXP!
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Post by Esperia on Oct 8, 2018 15:40:49 GMT -4
EXP has been awarded~
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