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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jun 27, 2020 15:30:11 GMT -4
Marcie was having... a boring evening if she was honest. Attending some high end little gathering for some politician looking to smooze with pro hero icons (and a few ex-pro heroes to boot) Marcie had been hoping she'd come in contact with some interesting faces like RedHorn or Mikhail, but it seemed the interesting individuals were outnumbered here ten to one by the old fuddy duddy investors in this fellows politcal campaign. Ugh. Last time she'd came to one of these things she'd at least managed to entertain herself by arriving in a bunny suit, but now here she was, stuck in some standard classy attire her mother had designed back in France, sipping on her wine hoping she might be able to find something more interesting in this environment. Her eyes traced across the party, back and forth, finding more entertainment in the young waiters, handsome men and perky young women, in very formal uniforms of course but still more engaging than the wrinkles on the face of some old money gentleman. A sigh flowed through her nose as she considered leaving the party, but she was almost obligated to remain given she was trying to act as a big investor herself... She just needed to find... something to entertain herself however small. or... two reasons... two large reasons as the case may be. The crass thought making her giggle already, Marceline locked onto the image of someone she understood to be an ex Japanese hero and a current UA teacher, she didn't know much else beyond that but as one of the youngest faces at this gathering and... definitely one of those with the more interesting career lines, Marcie felt she'd found her entertainment as she began to saunter over to, arguably, one of the most beautiful women in attendance. "Hope you don't mind the intrusion but I think it's easy to see neither of us really fit in with the rest of the crowd here.~" She chimed with a smile as she got close to the woman, bowing her head a little in greeting before offering her free hand across, the other still holding her wine glass close. "Marceline Labelle.~" She offered, a calm expression on her features, and her name alone perhaps hinting at her origins. She recognized the face of the woman before her, but would certainly be glad for an introduction so as to recall her name. |
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Jun 28, 2020 9:06:15 GMT -4
Alisa looked just as bored as Marceline might have, slowly sipping from a glass of port wine, taking in all of her fellow partygoers one after another with mild, hopeful interest, yearing for one who might hold her attention for more than a few seconds at a time... Whisful thinking really, after all she'd been doing exactly that since the moment she set foot inside the party, but for the most part, none had lived up to her high standards... She'd come dressed to impress, clad in a form fitting, chinese style dress, baring a flattering, eye catching cleavage, and adorned with a sheer piece of fabric around her taut, toned midriff, betraying a hint of the intensity the woman put herself through in training, the ultimate proof of someone with the physical prowess to become a pro hero. And yet before long, Alisa found herself looking at the clock, a statuesque seductress, all by herself at a party like this. And not for lack of offering mind you, after all, plenty of men came to hit her up for conversation... Yet she spared them only the barest minimum of attention for politeness' sake, and often excused herself when more than two or three crowded around her... But in the end, salvation came in the form of a mysterious, alluring voice belonging to an equally stunning siren: "Hmmmm~...?", curiously turning towards the voice as she called out to her, Alisa was instantly taken by this vivacious vision standing before her. Alisa paused for a moment, brow raising as she took in the sight of the gorgeous green haired goddess presented before her. Despite the cool nonchalance on her face, or the faint smile drawing on her glossy lips, Alisa all too easily betrayed a hint of interest, a show of vanity as she ran her hand along her forehead, brushing a loose lock away from her eyes to better gaze upon this seductive stranger, long before she spoke up in that husky, honeylike voice: "Bonsoir, mademoiselle Labelle~", greeted the sculptress, going out on a limb as she gladly accepted the hand offered, those plush, pale pink lips widened into a welcoming smile, delighted at the silky soft smoothness of the woman's hand. Now here was someone who took care of herself every step of the way, and Alisa could only appreciate it every step of the way, letting her gaze wash gracefully down the woman's glorious form, and then back up to those gorgeous golden eyes, "Indeed, often seems to be the case with parties such as these hmm...? Too many hoping to meet interesting people, but not nearly enough of the latter to go around~" Alisa had ample opportunities to speak her native language, though seldom had a chance to do so with another native speaker: "Alisa Vollan.", she said at last, returning the introduction as that faint smile widened, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance~" Outfit |
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jul 3, 2020 6:25:03 GMT -4
“Mmmm… such is the case indeed…” Hearing the mature accent flow off of her interests lips Marcie became even more intrigued. She’d hardly seemed to be Japanese to begin with, from… obvious facial features to, to the fact her figure alone blew most Japanese women out of the water. Honestly Marceline was just faintly envious, as much as she appreciated her own lean, well cut figure, to see a creature such as this, with a light element of toning in her arms and a softness to her curves…
Well suffice to say Marcie was tempted to see if she could swap in her own quirk for a body stealing quirk when faced with such a marvellous creature. Not that she’d go with it of course, she was good at handling such temptations afterall.~
“Marceline Labelle.” She offered in turn, holding out her hand, giving a dainty, polite little handshake, not yet entirely sure what to make of the woman before her. Was she someone who didn’t quite belong here? She did recognize her as one of the former pros afterall, not that she’d play that card too early. Was she playing dress up to fit in, or was she secretly one of the upper crust herself who simply, like Marceline herself, didn’t care much for the fussy intricacies of the upper class social circles? Whatever the case she was at least going to play it cautious with their introduction to one another. Best not to upset the only person who might save her from this boredom with something as simple as a more ruggish handshake.
“Well if you don’t mind me saying so I’m VERY interested to take you away from the former group all for myself… well, that’s me assuming you’d be so kind as to consider me interesting myself.~” She shot the woman a sly smile before taking a casual sip from her wine glass, her fingers balancing the glass so as to gently swirl the rosey liquid as they spoke further. “And, if you’ll pardon the rudeness, may I be so bold as to ask if that’s a French accent I detect? I mean-“ She switched to speaking to French, smirking a little, almost hoping she was catching the other woman off guard a little “I meat sooooo many men who seem to think speaking with hints of our language makes them seem fancy and classy when really it just makes me consider them even grander fools. I’d hope a beautiful gem such as yourself might actually be able to follow up on those teasing hints of this beautiful language.~”
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Jul 5, 2020 13:01:31 GMT -4
Alisa couldn't actually tell just how long she stood there, admiring the elegant, amber eyed charmer standing before her so. Not that she actually stare at her for an ungracefully long time before those wine red hues gazed right back into her eyes, she'd hardly do something so boorish as to potentially turn away this seductive stranger who's so graciously came to save her from her dreadful boredom:
"Do tell, what brings you here on this wonderful evening... Just here to see the sights, perhaps~?", she inquired, taking but a little sip from the glass of wine on her hand, her eyes not for a second leaving the Misss Labelle's mesmerizing golden.
Finding herself on the same page as the wonderful woman before her without even uttering a single word, Alisa couldn't help but wonder where this captivating creature had come from, what kind of story she had to tell... And hearing how she reciprocated this interest in just every way imaginable made everything all the sweeter:
"Fufu~ Here you are holding my full attention... And wondering if you're interesting enough for it~? Surprisingly humble there, Ms Labelle~", teased the lithomancer, returning that sly, seducive smile with a subtly flirtatious wink, her smile only widening as the woman picked up on her French accent... Subtle enough that few would ever come close to noticing it, except for someone who actually spoke the language. Instead of a proper answer, Alisa replied in a way only Marcelline would understand, she took speaking the perfect French all but natives could ever boast of, "...Can't even blame the poor boys for trying now, can you~? I mean from where I stand, I can understand why they might feel so desperate for even a smidge of your attention~"
If there was something that enraptured Alisa more than the chance to speak her native language with another Frenchwoman, it had to be the company of such an alluring, fascinating woman like Marceline Labella. From that moment on, everything and everyone else in the party all but faded into the background, a mere backdrop to those mesmerizing eyes of amber just glistening in gloriously in the golden lighting of the ballroom:
"Myyy, awfully curious over the things I can follow up on, aren't we~?", she replied, resting a hand daintly over her chest for a moment before reaching out on Marceline's arm and resting it there as her smile widenend, "...Who knows what a mesmerizing woman like yourself might find out, even on such a sinfully short time~"[/b][/color]
That kind of closeness that came with physical contact, clearly presented as something neither woman could ever expect from a place like Japan, where the average person was far more reserved than even a normally aloof woman like Alisa. However fun she could have making some people blush~...
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jul 15, 2020 7:34:46 GMT -4
“What brings me here hm?” She responded in turn as she gazed back into the delightfully crimson eyes of her new conversation partner. She could easily lie and try and make up some fancy little tale to make things more interesting but why beat around the bush with such pleasant company? “Well personally I just thought it would be an entertaining night if I’m honest. The chance to drink, meet people, socialize… of course the company so far has been absolutely abysmal. You think when you donate a few hundred thousand yen to a political campaign the leas they could do for you is provide some entertainment at their gatherings no?~”
Of course, it was an unreasonable expectation, no one could curate the other donators to such a political figure. Odds were at least a few of them didn’t even agree with the pro-quirk views of the man this gathering was, in some way, in honor to buuuut… well. That was politics. Choosing which of your views you believe in the most to support. Personally as far as Marceline was concerned the entire idea of what this politician was trying to achieve could fail or succeed. She’d survive, she’d adapt. She donated solely for the connections and entertainment it might provide… and right now she was finding this woman plenty entertaining.
“Simply a donor in the end though. Nothing more I’m afraid. Sorry I can’t entice you with a delightful tale of being a skilful party crasher.~”
“Well perhaps I have managed to grab your attention but the question is am I worth maintaining it. As far as the eyes of men are concerned however I’d hardly consider it being humble. Simply.. I am realistically measuring my expectations when I have to compare myself to such a voluptuous diamond who is also attending tonight’s gathering.~”
She offered a sly wink, and nothing more to her words.
“My turn now I believe? What brings you here?” She continued speaking in french when the other woman made it clear she spoke the tongue, naturally confident in both languages but moreso now that she was able to speak her native tongue. Her words flowed just as smoothly in either language, but there was definitely an odd sense of warmth and glee emanating from her briefly when it became clear to her that she’d be able to continue speaking French for this woman. “Are you simply being treated as eye candy for this event or did you donate too?~”
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Jul 16, 2020 13:18:52 GMT -4
"So you're on the other side hmmm~? You were invited in hopes of generous donations... I was invited in hopes of attracting those like you who might donate generously~", chuckled the sculptress, the amusement clearly not lost on her.
Alisa had a sufficient understanding of the political game, just enough to want absolutely no part in it whatsoever... But she couldn't really resist a good gala every now and then. And mind you, even if she played no part in it herself, merely knowing the faces and the vested interests they represent her gave her quite a good idea what each and every one of these people were hoping to attain. Except for the girl standing before her... And judging from the way her smile widened whenever she looked back to the vivacious vision in front of her, Alisa rather enjoyed the aura of mystery about her:
"Hmmm, that is a very good point...", nodded the sculptress, raising her fingers to her chin, cupping it softly until her lips finally curled into a coy smile once more, all but drawing a subtle, yet decidedly seductive caress along the woman's arm as she finally pulled her hand back, silently admiring how soft her skin felt, "Seems to me that a dazzling delight like yourself more than deserves my attention, so... How about... You stick around and see just how long you can hold it~?"
She'd hardly feel as though she was tempting Mademoiselle Labelle, after all, considering the woman's interest in spending some more time with her... But it defenitely came off as such and Alisa didn't mind that one bit: After all, these few minutes she'd spent with her had more than made up for the debacle that was the party as a whole. And when she asked the lithomancer what had brought her here in turn, the sculptress rose her brow, taking a sip from her wine before answering the question with a question:
"Would you believe it if I said I was curious~?", spoke the sculptress, raising an eyebrow as smiling, perhaps hoping she'd have a more tantalizing tale for the woman before her, but for a whimsical, upfront woman like Alisa, that sudden itch of curiosity was more than enough of a reason to accept this particular meeting out of all the others she'd dismissed without even a smidge of interest. In the end, she merely shrugged and explained, "I recieved the invitation and figured I might as well stop by and see if I could find anything interesting... For a moment there, I actually felt like I'd end up leaving empty handed~"
And with that flirty line, she threw the gorgeous greenette a luscious little wink, wondering just what she'd make of that...
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jul 22, 2020 10:35:46 GMT -4
"Something like that. Though unless the polls turn suddenly I don't think they'll be able to milk much more out of me personally. I'm just here to gather the rewards of my generosity." She offered back a cheeky smile, trying to get across she was supportive of the cause this person was pushing but certainly not just a schmuck who wasn't going
She held a coy smile as Alisa tempted her to stick around and see if they were worth eachother's time but she was already more than engaged to say the least, her smile remaining consistent on her lips as she took another sip from her wine glass. "Mmm... sounds like a plan.~"
Leaning back gently against the nearest surface as they talked, be it a counter, the edge of a seat, a table or what have you, Marcie's golden gaze would meet the woman's eyes and lips as she spoke, idly just taking in her reason for being here. Curiosity hm? Just here for a good time? Well she supposed she could hardly judge, she was here for the same reason's afterall, a warm flicker of a smile peeking at the edges of her cheeks again. "Oh, is that you implying an intent to take me home now?~"
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Jul 28, 2020 9:08:08 GMT -4
"Ufufu~ Indeed, that sounds very much like the kind of political game I'm used to.", added the sculptress, not for a second imagining she might meet somebody from the other side who so easily resonated with her, "If these kind of parties are all you get for your donations... I'd understand how you'd need something more to whet your appetite, hmm~?"
Nearly finished with her wine glass, a finely dressed waiter soon appeared them with appetizers and an empty tray to take their glasses. Flashing him a soft smile, Alisa picked out a tiny little treat, the head of a mushroom filled with the finest cheese and plopped it in her mouth, daintily raising a hand over it as she ate, eyes yet utterly fixed on Miss Labelle's glorious golden hues as if they were the most dazzling sight she'd ever laid eyes on, every word from her lips more vibrant than the most beautiful symphony. Clearly, for someone like Alisa who favored beauty... Just happening to run into somebody like this green haired goddess felt almost too good to be true:
"Hmmm, I'll admit...", giggling Marcie teased her, Alisa could only raise a hand over her mouth and throw her an alluring little wink, "...The thought did cross my mind~"
Raising a hand back along her neck, all but adjusting those loose strands of black hair, before her fingertips slid down the smooth skin of her neck, proceeding to do the same for the neckline of her dress as her fingers run under the smooth fabric ever so softly, adjusting it until her full bosom jostled ever so softly:
"Though something tells me It takes one to know one there~", she teased in return, her gaze narrowing as she watched the woman leaning against the nearby table, her gaze washing ever so subtly down her form as if taking in one of a greater masterpiece than she ever could at a party like this
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jul 29, 2020 5:53:39 GMT -4
She chuckled a little as Alisa laughed with her, glad to find some company that was more ‘her speed’ for this little gathering to say the least, idly resting a hand back on a nearby chair without taking a seat, just using it to lean lightly upon as she took another sip of her drink and enjoyed the more curvaceous French woman’s company. “I don’t mean to be rude when I talk so flippantly about politics I suppose but… well, as much as I’d like a pro quirk politician at a certain point you learn that no matter what the world goes through the wheels keep turning. Most people will survive and only a few will thrive with whatever system we build. Politicians will rise and fall, many of which will do absolutely nothing of recognition, and regardless of the changes to their life a lot of people will trudge along. A few weeks of anger perhaps, but everyone adjusts…” She shrugged rather casually. “Perhaps I’m just a pessimist, but eventually you just learn to play the game by your own rules to find the fun in it. At least that’s my take on it all.~”
Laying her empty glass on a passing waiters tray, they seemed to pause beside her to offer the small treats they were dealing in. She raised a hand to it and shook her head politely simply taking a fresh drink. She wasn’t the kind for these fancy little treats. Maybe a strawberry dipped in chocolate or a meatier treat, but these fancy combinations of a high end mushroom and cheese, or some fish eyeball and a piece of pineapple. It all seemed like it had tipped the scales so it was more pretentious than delicious, but perhaps that was simply because one of the few things about her she couldn’t fake a refined air about was her palette.
She glanced back to Alisa, watching as she not so subtly toyed with her hair and drew her fingers down her curves to draw attention to them, Marceline letting out a long, slow breath as she didn’t even hide where her gaze had fell, not even letting her amber eyes rise back up to Alisa’s sharp crimson as she took an idle step closer, her fingers sliding against the edge of her own wine glass as she simply let out. “Well I will say this… it’s been a while since I’ve taken a prize quite like you home from one of these gatherings…~”
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Jul 30, 2020 13:27:57 GMT -4
Alisa had to admit, she enjoyed the glorious greenette's cynicism a lot more than she let on, raising her hand over her mouth, chuckling at every turn as those wine red jewels glued onto her form, admiring the political views of someone who'd seen the best and worst of them, if mostly the worst:
"In the end, who knows... Some things get better, other things get worse... Generally speaking we do seem to be better off than we were a hundred years ago.", she added, chuckling softly while sharing her own views. The political game never changes, even if the players do... But little by little, the world does move forward, "...Who knows what kind of world quirkers will live in a few decades for now hm~? A girl can hope..."
Mind you, Alisa wasn't really the type of person to sleep with anybody on the first date. Many times she spent months comfortably without taking a single lover... But she was also whimsical to a fault, the type of woman who could just as easily throw caution to the wind when the mood struck her. And right now, if the way she merely smiled and giggled at the rather forward flirtation flying back and forth
"Myyy... To think you see me as merely a prize... Should I be flattered or appalled here hmm~?", eyes widening with a playful hint, Alisa merely chuckled as she rose her hand to her sizeable chest not in any way shying away from Ms. Labelle or her attention as she merely smiled back at her, cooing softly as her hand snuck and stroked softly along the soft, smooth skin of the woman's arm, brushing her hair ever so softly as she teased, "Fufu~... In your case I suppose I'll admit... It takes one to know one~"
Though Alisa hadn't completely reached that point just yet... She may as well have if the way she too took a single step forward and met Marceline halfway, close enough for that subtle lavander scent she wore to tickle her nostrils once more. Should the girl stick around long enough, the sculptress would all but twine through the strands of her hair hanging near her arm, smiling softly as she teased:
"Seems to me like... You and me might have almost forgotten what that feels like~", cooed the sculptress, cocking her heard ever so softly as a long tress of dark hair draped down along her shoulder, making it perfectly clear she wasn't about to shy away from her attention, no matter how much more intense the air between them grew...
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jul 31, 2020 11:35:25 GMT -4
“Mmm… but there were people alive 100 years ago stopping the wheels of progress. I tend to find very little can get done till the old farts in power die off and leave their seats vacant for the younger lot to fill them. Preferably young faces who weren’t directly groomed for the role by the older generations.~” She shrugged casually, it was a macabre thought again perhaps but one Marceline believed in. Beside, she was a selfish soul. As much as she acted generous it was mostly to provide amusement for herself in some way or another. Watch the poor and disenfranchised live new lives with a pocket full of charity, like a reality TV show funded by her own wallet… but she wouldn’t be so foolish as to say ALL of that aloud.~ “Don’t’ get me wrong, I admire the optimism buuuut… well, I’d rather not expect a miracle, and then be glad to see one, rather than be disappointed time and time again… just my personal way of thinking.~” She giggled and raised her hand, flicking it in a circle as a golden ring of energy formed above her head. “Not that I’m much worse off whatever happens. My quirk is one of the more… inoffensive, to say the least.~” She snapped her fingers, the halo disappearing as she lowered her hand.
Marcie herself was a creature of instinct. Typically if she wanted something she fulfilled her own desires as she had them. A craving of meat or… fish, to use a crude term, was usually satisfied, be it with charm or… other means. Advances like Alisa’s were hardly unexpected either, and hardly unwelcome from a creature such as hers. She didn’t flinch at the touch to her arm, her own lips curled into an ever warm and pleasant smile. “Oh please compared to a creature such as yourself, even I’m not so vain as to pretend I could compare. Be it nature or a quirk or just a gift of the gods… you are very much one of the most beautiful women I have ever met…~”
And despite the intended charm she did mean it. Even with curvaceous women a part of the equation could typically find itself unbalanced but Alisa… mmm… if she was less in control of herself she may have let out a growl as she observed her.
As Alisa took a bold move, toying with her hair as she did, Marcie was clearly surprised as shown in a brief flare of her eyes, but a smile remained on her features, taking half step herself, her chest ever so faintly pressing into the other woman’s, placing her drink aside and casually letting an arm drift about the curve of Alisa’s waist in the middle of the mostly vacant ballroom, the guests spread out well enough that each pairing or group could find their own space… or spotlight as the case may be.
“What… what feels like, dear?~” She chimed, pleading a playful ignorance to her words. "Taking home a prize or do you refer to something else?"
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Aug 2, 2020 9:40:26 GMT -4
Unlike what Marceline might have assumed, her cynicism hardly seemed to displease Alisa. Quite the opposite, she hung off her every word, admiring an woman with strong views... A pretty face could easily capture capture the often shallow Alisa's artistic sense, but without some substance behind it, holding her attention became significantly harder. But thankfully, Marcie had that in troves:
"Myyy~ I'd hardly call it innoffensive. Beauty such as that is hardly something anybody should dismiss.", she spoke, hand over her mouth as her brow rose, almost tempted to reach out and touch the little halo, "...Your quirk is... Quite mesmerizing if I do say so myself~"
And just as she meant every last word from her lips, so did Alisa... Granted, she hardly even needed to say it now, did she...? For a good while now, she only had eyes for Ms. Labelle, taking in every last outline of that utterly angelic visage, admiring the alluring glimmer in her eyes under
"Araaa~... So much flattery coming from a woman as stunning as yourself~...", clearly receptive to that endless flood of praise, the vain sculptress raised a hand daintily to her chest, responding in kind as she twirled one of those green locks around her finger, eyes narrowing as she teased, "One might be liable to think you have ulterior motives here~"
Bold move, was it not~...? But then, so was inviting somebody to their place, or toying with her hair little more than a couple of minutes after first meeting. Marceline might have even assumed Alisa was the type who'd rather be chased than do the chasing herself, and for the most part she'd be right. But she was perfectly capable of doing so, even what took place between them was hardly a proper pursuit. Instead, it felt more like a dance, her hand sliding around the taller woman's waist until she could only let out a low hum, delighting in the little tingle of sensation. She had to admit though, Marcie's response to her boldness did catch the taller woman off guard for a brief moment, a low, luscious little gasp escaping her at the pleasant sensation. But it wasn't in any way unwelcome if the widening smile on her plush lips was anything to go by:
"I'm sure you can figure that one out, hmmm~?", spoke the sculptress, almost coyly as she winked at her, gliding those fingertips along the woman's smooth skin, letting Marceline appreciate the irresistible alabaster softness of her touch, something the sculptress took a great deal of pride in. As such, she made sure to let the green haired goddess to revel in the contast between that silky sensation and the soft, ticklish sensation of Alisa's fingernails grazing her skin as they slowly inched up her arm, "And if not, well~..."
Alisa found herself enjoying this closeness a lot more than she let on, seeing Marcie's approach and raising as her fingers tiptoed all the way up to her shoulder, her curvaceous form inching just a bit closer, squishing into her pert bust just a bit more firmly as she shot a tantalizing look into her eyes:
"...We can think of different ways... To enlighten you~...", she teased, now hanging close enough for that distinctive perfume to distract her nose from any other fragrances
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Aug 3, 2020 6:24:49 GMT -4
She smirked quietly as her quirk was looked upon. “Well when I say inoffensive I more mean that it does no one harm. It’s not a third arm, or spectacular muscles, or fire breath. Simply a trick of the light hovering above my head. No one really can take issue with such a thing beyond perhaps a truly devout Christian who takes offense to my existence and… well, I hardly travel in the same circles as such individuals.~” With a quick motion the halo faded out, a few flickering sparks of golden energy flittering in the air briefly almost like dazed fireflies before they too soon faded into the aether above her head, casually taking another sip and smiling as her quirk was complimented. “I am certainly glad you enjoyed the spectacle though… any other party I’d be worried about causing a riot for simply display my quirk but thankfully everyone here seems to be on the same page with such casual displays.~”
“Oh my… are you sure your French?~ I’ve only heard the most ‘amusing’ of Japanese use that term.~” She giggled, teasing the woman on her use of the word ‘ara’ but clearly just messing with her. She seemed to just have an unusual, if interesting manner of speech, liking to let such sounds flow into her natural words and phrases. It was quite engaging if anything, helped Marceline remain focused on the conversation wondering what new tones and sounds would flow from her lips. “As far as ulterior motives go… well, personally I believe no one is ever completely honest about their desires but… I could be convinced to be a liiiittle more honest about mine.~”
She certainly didn’t mind the attention aimed at herself, from the twirling of a green lock of hair to the delicate touch to the bare sections of her arm, constantly meeting that crimson gaze with her own amber eyes, her hand resting on the woman’s hip giving it a tender squeeze to show her continued interest, remaining firmly in Alisa’s personal bubble as they just shared a quiet bit of entertainment in one another. Perhaps it was cold of Marceline but that was always what she viewed moments like this as, gentle entertainment… in truth she could struggle to find that genuine connection, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun with the closest thing she could manage, did it?~
As Alisa pushed more of her weight into her, Marceline rolled her eyes at the continued teasing, draping her arm further around her hip and her waist, not shying back from this at all, blinking slowly with a calm, casual air to her actions as she took a long, slow breath, idly drawing a nail rather intimately against the back of the woman’s dress over her rear, smirking as she felt her nail catch against the edge of her underwear through the finer fabric of the dress. “Now now… I hope you’re not simply tempting me into making the first move here are you?~ I wouldn’t appreciate it if you’re just teasing me into playing your game here…~”
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Aug 4, 2020 13:40:17 GMT -4
The artist could only admire the light show she put on for her, making a mental note to show her own at some other time. Not that it would be anything new to her most likely, after all, having been a Pro Hero in the past and still a teacher at UA, the general gist of her quirk was generally known to the public:
"Fufufu~... What can I say, I suppose I have picked up a thing or two...", she replied, flipping that long dark hair gracefully behind her, not even embarassed by her little slip, "Seems only natural since I'm a linguistics teacher~"
Not that she'd ever do it in class, nor was she implying she would, after all, it wasn't so much a mistake but a natural inclusion of something she appreciated about the interjective Japanese language:
"Is that sooo~...? Well, I do appreciate an honest woman so, I suppose I'll just have to coax those motives out of you~"
Alisa's sexuality often found itself in the unusual spot of needing somebody she could feel invested in... Hardly the type of woman who could enjoy one night stands, any person Alisa got that far with was somebody she'd like to see again and again. And yet despite that demisexuality, the dance that lead a lover into her arms was as much a dance to her as it was to Marceline. She had to admit, that likemindedness did only make her appreciate her more~
Both hands now came to rest on the graceful form on the breathtaking beauty, who, to an onlooker, would have already seemed like her lover, drawing a gentle, subtle yet unmistakable caress, up and down the side of her body, tracing her curves, curling her lip as she felt her toying with her underwear through her dress.
"And here I thought you were the kind of woman who enjoy that.", teased the sculptress, cocking her head with a coy smile, letting out a low, throaty hum, almost a purr as Ms. Labelle held on to her waist, the subtle, sensual sway of her womanly hips under her touch betraying the taller woman's appreciation, "...And who's to say you're not doing the same, hmm~...? Very well, I guess I could help you along and show you... What kind of game I'm playing~"
Her finger tiptoed teasingly along the woman's shoulder, tracing the neckline of her dress. Curious if Marceline would stop her as she indulged in her whims, Alisa leaned in slowly, sensually, eyes narrowing as the distance shortened between them, until she could feel her breath on her cheeks. Alisa didn't kiss her though... Not quite, instead, she merely brushed that pink, pillowy pout against hers, letting her lavish the faintly sweet, almost floral taste of the lithomancer's luscious lips. Just a little nuzzle, barely a taste... Alisa could hardly ever rush this, no... She wanted to relish every step of this road as her heart pounded in her chest at the tantalizing thrill, the treshold of claiming another's lips for the first time.
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Aug 10, 2020 11:56:29 GMT -4
(kept you waiting so gonna get out a shorter post of the ‘main action’ to keep things flowing)
Marcie felt that hand creep up along her shoulder, holding a faintly cheeky glance with a sly smirk to boot. While Alisa may have just enjoyed lavishing in every second Marcie was more just of the mind that she never wanted to be the one to ‘yield first’. Confident people may have seen that leading was a symbol of their dominance, their confidence, their generosity in a moment like this, but Marcie saw mostly the opposite. Very confident in her skill and her charms she helped her arms around the other woman’s waist, tracing nails up her spine through the back of her dress, humming sweetly as she felt Alisa just brush their lips together, subtly rolling her eyes when she saw alias close hers for a brief moment… though she at least enjoyed the odd glances the older members of the party where giving the two of them as she enjoyed this public intimacy.
“Mmm… I never knew kissing could have foreplay…” She boldly teased, her lips barely parting, not pulling back to speak, but still just barely audible so Alisa could hear the teasing words that would hopefully encourage her to bite, Marcie not wanting to submit control too soon with this delightful new morsel of entertainment.
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