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    O Palácio Flutuante

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    Post by hosriuscamnus 21st September 2022, 7:47 pm



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747


    The summer came and went and soon enough, the chilly season of fall had crept in and was slowly taking over from the hot and humid. The nights had grown shorter and with that came the ability to host longer, darker galas for those that enjoyed such events. And as it turned out, one such event had become the primary focus point for quite the heist plot.

    Scourge had done his homework and found out the dates of the O Palácio Flutuante’s celebratory events. The earliest one and the one that everyone agreed would work the best was on the Fall Equinox; a gala to bid farewell to the warmth of summer and welcome in the cool, colorful months of fall. It also didn’t come with a theme, outside of a generic invitation of anyone to dress accordingly. While the former Dread Master couldn’t recall precisely what was and wasn’t worn by other attendees, he advised that everyone dress to the nines and try to look as attractively delectable as possible. While having four people increased their odds, they were still up against dozens of other men and women that Genesis could come upon and take an interest in.

    The gala began promptly around seven at night and while it was on a weekday, it didn’t seem to have an end hour. The people that attended these kinds of events most likely didn’t need to worry about getting up early and going to a nine to five occupation on the last day of the work week. Luckily, their foursome was able to manipulate their own schedules as need be as well. There was a magical portal that had been set up in northern Fiore for attendees and Scourge had been advised to use that to arrive at the meeting location. There would be transports running near constantly to O Palácio Flutuante so there wasn’t any rush to get there quickly but if they wanted to make an impression and catch Genesis’ attention, they would have to arrive sooner rather than later to scope the place out and get an idea of their plan of attack. And now that they had the side assignment to acquire information for Serilda and Mythal, they would need to get an idea of how to best acquire that information, be it through sheer observation or something more substantial.

    They agreed to meet at Lusty Titans, offered by Ruzatz and Agatha. As Scourge had correctly assumed, offering Ruzatz as a reference for an additional pair of guests had been met with interest and a formal invitation. It seemed the operators of O Palácio Flutuante had a decent idea of what Lusty Titan did as a primary operation outside of its bohemian appearances. Once Mercury would arrive at the guild, she’d find Scourge already inside. He had pulled out all of the stops; he was wearing a clean white shirt and tight white vest beneath a black jacket that also seemingly acted like a cape with red lining. He had a white bow tie, perfectly wrapped around his neck and a pair of white gloves over his hands.

    “Well you look like a dream,” he complimented her, a playful smile on his face as he reached within his jacket and pulled out a small bouquet of roses, offering it to her. “A bit extravagant but I do so enjoy going the extra mile on my first dates.” He gestured to the empty lobby of the guild hall. “One of Ruzatz’ guildmates -- or is it lover? I’m not quite sure -- stated that he and Agatha would be right down.” As he turned his gaze back to Mercury, his face lost its normal impish look and settled into something more serious. “Actually, I’m glad we have a moment alone. I was hoping to talk to you.”

    He cleared his throat. “I appreciate you coming tonight. I was… surprised when we last saw one another. I hope it’s no offense but I wasn’t aware that you’d been experiencing panic attacks. Of course, that’s not business but Serilda took me aside and just made me aware of it and…” he trailed off as he realized he was rambling a bit. “I just want you to know that if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. I believe you’re capable of anything, if only because you’ve shown me as much, but I would never pressure you into doing anything you wouldn’t want to do. So if you’d rather stay back and work as overwatch on the mission, I would understand. Or if I’m making a fool of myself, please tell me now -- I’m quite terrible with this whole sympathy thing.” He laughed softly, almost bashfully. It was clear he was trying his best to reach out and show compassion but it was just as obvious that it wasn’t his best or most defining feature. But Scourge was making an attempt, for Mercury’s sake.

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 21st September 2022, 9:08 pm

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    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Mercury was very much looking forward to tonight.

    Vandrad wasn’t as thrilled about it, the prince having grumbled the moment he’d been informed that she would be taking part in the escapade, though whether that was because of the nature of the job itself or because her date for the evening was Scourge was anyone’s guess. In the end he knew there was nothing he could do to stop her, and truthfully he was probably just worried about her. It had been some time since everything with Khelben had come to light, and while she had been making strides and getting legitimate therapy, none of that had stopped the panic attacks, which were likely to be around for a long while yet – if she ever stopped having them.

    But the truth was that she was feeling much better these days. More like her old self. She still had quite a bit of shell to break back out of, but in general she was feeling happier and healthier and stronger than she had in pretty much her entire life. She had even branched out for the first time since her kidnapping and slept with people other than Vandrad, though Vandrad had still technically taken part… as much as him being off in a corner of the room screwing Agatha senseless counted as taking part of the overall group effort.

    Either way, she was eager and excited for the night’s events and almost couldn’t wait for the rendezvous. She’d shown up at Lusty Titans a bit early, though Scourge had apparently beaten her there. Mercury made her way across to him, stopping briefly along the way to say hello to all the friends she had made in the guild over the last year or so, until finally she was standing before the former Dread Master. Emerald eyes looked him up and down with appreciation and a pleased little smirk. “Mm, you sure know how to clean up, don’t you?” Mercury herself was sporting a black dress that reached down to her ankles with a wide slit that went up one leg nearly to her hip. The top of the dress consisted of a dazzling black lace that covered her shoulders and extended into long sleeves. The ensemble was completed with a white fur coat and a pair of extravagant earrings that she had crafted herself, her hair done up and pinned elegantly behind her head.

    Her smile widened when he complimented her, her eyebrows raising with surprise and pleasure as he withdrew a collection of roses for her. “Oh, poor Vandaddy is gonna have quite a bit of wooing to do to catch up to this, isn’t he..?” She accepted the gift graciously, earnestly touched by the gesture despite her teasing. “If this is the kind of work you put into a first date, I can’t wait for our next one.”

    Scourge mentioned that someone in the guild had assured him Ruzatz and Agatha would be down soon, expression some confusion as to if the individual was just a member or a lover. Mercury chuckled. “Well in this place just about everyone has gotten down and dirty with nearly everyone else… and if they haven’t with all the other guildmates, I’m fairly confident that they’ve all at least slept with Ruzatz. Or Agatha. Or both. Honestly the moment they come down you’re probably gonna forget all about me, so I better get your attention in while I can.”

    She was ready at that point to just hang out and wait with him, making casual talk and a bit of flirty banter, but instead he chose to flip the conversation on its head. With a more serious expression, he admitted that he was thankful to have a moment alone with her, wishing to talk, and after a moment to gather himself he told her he was thankful that she had come. Mercury’s brows furrowed in confusion, but she didn’t interrupt, letting him continue with what he wanted to say. It seemed Serilda had taken a moment to inform him with some of the broader details of what Mercury had been going through lately. A slight blush rose its way to her cheeks at the understanding of what he wanted to bring up, a wave of slight embarrassment rolling over her – though nothing too upsetting. Scourge, it seemed, just wanted to assure her that she didn’t need to feel pressured into being directly involved in the mission. He trusted her and knew she was more than capable, but that didn’t mean that she needed to feel obligated to partake, particularly given the parameters of the objective.

    As he followed up with a mild joke about potentially just making an ass of himself, her grin returned. “Careful, Scourge. I think that’s a feeling you’re experiencing.” Mercury chuckled lightly. Then, her expression softened. “I’m sure that was a bit of a shock for you the other day. I’m sorry you had to see it. A lot of things happened after I was kidnapped and…” She trailed off for a moment, searching for the words. “A lot of it has affected me more than I ever thought was possible. It’s been a very confusing and frustrating process, and I have a lot of healing ahead of me still.”

    The Xocili glanced back up to him, meeting his eyes with a gentle and appreciative smile. “But I’m doing a lot better. I can’t say I won’t have a panic attack, because those tend to just come out of nowhere, but… if I didn’t want to be here, Scourge, I wouldn’t be. And right now, I couldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” Her smile deepened into something a bit more flirty, though there was still a softness to it. It was… odd to see him expressing such concern over her, to be sure. He really was a lot like Vandrad in so many ways, and yet so polarizingly different than her fiance. Vandrad was often stiff and quiet and stoic, and Scourge was a bit more boisterous and social and playful, but both behaviors from both men were still masks that so often were used to hide their inner thoughts and feelings. And much like Vandard, here was Scourge lowering his guard and going against his nature to be nurturing to her.

    Reaching out with her free hand, she took hold of the front of his shirt and gently tugged on it. Assuming he didn’t resist, she’d pull his taller form down to meet her much shorter one and gave him a soft, drawn out kiss, not looking to tease him with the prospect of anything more sexual but also not worried about taking her time with it. When they did part, she’d only pull her face away an inch or two. “Thank you.” Lingering only a moment longer, Mercury finally let him go fully, using her hand to smooth and straighten out his shirt.

    “Now you two just look absolutely ravishing..!” Agatha’s sweet voice cut through the light chatter of the room as she and her husband approached. Mercury’s gaze turned to the woman and her eyes practically fell out of their sockets. The Hand of Lust was dressed in a slinky, floor length, sequined gown that hugged her body like a silken glove. It was strapless with a heart shaped bust, and a small train at the back. The dress was as seductively red as her hair, which was loose and soft around her shoulders. A matching pair of actual silk gloves covered her hands and arms up past her elbow. The woman smiled brightly at Mercury and approached her, arms extended for an embrace that Mercury happily reciprocated. “Hello, beautiful! It’s so good to see you again.”

    “Hey there, lady! Man am I going to have to be on my game tonight, cause this killer dress of yours is already seducing me. Genesis is going to take one look at you and he’s not going to stand a chance.” Mercury was all sorts of confident and she knew she looked good, but the truth was that very few people could hold a candle to Agatha. She was just the kind of woman that turned heads when she walked in a room, and that was just when she was in street clothes. Seeing her all done up like this… well, frankly Mercury knew who she’d be leaning toward out of their given party.

    Though that wasn’t to say it would be an easy decision, especially with Ruzatz looking at fine as he was. Mercury turned toward the Lusty Titans guildmaster and gave him an appreciative up and down look. “Hey there, handsome. You’re looking pretty distracting yourself…” With another smile she gave Ruzatz a quick but tight hug as well and then stepped back to provide an introduction. “Scourge, allow me to officially introduce to you Ruzatz de la Cavalleria and his wife Agatha.”

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    Post by hosriuscamnus 22nd September 2022, 11:17 am



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747


    His words, while overly complementive, were perhaps the most truthful statements that had ever left his mouth about her and, frankly, to her. Mercury had the rare ability to seemingly wear whatever type of wardrobe she desired and look absolutely outstanding. Her black dress was no different and Scourge showed no reservation in giving her a full twice-over. There were very few times that he could honestly say that he was jealous of other people and this was the first time he would say he was envious of Vandrad but to have the Xocili by his side was… well, it was quite lucky indeed. She gave him a once over and complimented his ability to clean up well too and his grin widened, giving a turn and putting on a small show for her. “Believe it or not, there was a time I was more accustomed to tailored suits than the usual wear you’ve seen me in. My role of Caecilius was quite demanding for a time so I had to learn quite quickly how to properly attire myself for such events.”

    He handed her the bouquet of roses, much to her delight. She insisted that Vandrad would have a lot of work ahead of him to catch up on the standard that Scourge had set. It even made her envious of what their next venture would be, if roses were present on their first. “Well you did say he needed constant reminders that there were other interested parties. I’m just doing my part to assist you in spreading the message, as it were. As for our next date… we’ll, I suppose we’ll both just have to see. It’s been quite some time since I courted and wooed a fine, luscious lady as yourself so I may need to reach into my bag of tricks and see what I pull out.”

    As he addressed the other members of their party and their current whereabouts, he remarked on the guild member that he hadn’t been able to properly define. As Mercury explained it, it was a safe assumption that everyone that was a part of the guild had slept with one another or, if they hadn’t, they had probably been properly ‘initiated’ by either Ruzatz or Agatha or possibly both. And as Mercury believed it, Scourge would most likely be completely taken by the pair of guild masters so she would have to keep his attention for the time she had. “Now hold on; I’ve seen plenty of Agatha through several different pieces of promotional material and I’ve seen Ruzatz in the files for the Dread Master. And that’s not to say that neither of them are unattractive -- they are both gorgeous -- you are my date and I will give you just as much attention until one or several of us manages to lure Genesis away. Gods, I hadn’t considered that -- what if he wants two or more of us…?” An aspect that had gone over his head until that very moment.

    But given that they did have a moment alone together and didn’t need to be focusing on the mission or sharing the space with others, it was the perfect time for Scourge to bring up his concern. To call it a concern wasn’t to define it correctly; if anything, he wanted to ensure that Mercury was okay. He had practically thrown her into the plot without asking if she wanted to, designing the entire heist around the two of them rather than taking into consideration her feelings. His worry wouldn’t have even come to any viable place were it not for witnessing her panic attack then and there at Serilda and Mythal’s home. Bringing it up brought a small blush to her face, most likely out of surprise and slight embarrassment over what had happened and over Serilda sharing information with him. As he attempted to lighten the moment with a small joke, she smiled once more and warned him that he was dangerously close to experiencing a feeling. “Yes, truly awful, isn’t it?” he countered, building upon the joke and chuckling softly. But after the moment of reverie, she softly continued, understanding his surprise at what he witnessed and apologizing for it. As she explained it, a lot had happened after her kidnapping at the hands of Thana and it had affected her in a way she never expected. But as she looked back into her eyes and stated clearly that she was doing better, he could see it, his worries assuaged in an instant. There was always the chance that she would have a panic attack but if she hadn’t wanted to partake, she would have said so. And, as she put it, there was nowhere else she’d rather be. He returned her smile. “No apologies necessary. It’s strange for me to be so connected to people, my concerns generally focused on my own business. But it’s not an altogether bad thing; after all, if you could break the cold, hard shell of Vandrad du Wolff, who's to say that you can’t warm this cold bastard’s heart as well?” His words were teasing but his tone was genuine, expressing his admiration and overall compassion for her all at once.

    He would have continued, happy that she had settled his doubts and focusing more on ladeling flirtatious comments all over her. But in a move that he could not have possibly expected, she reached out and took a hold of his shirt, pulling him down towards her. For the briefest of moments, he wondered if she was pulling him into a hug -- an aggressive hug but one nonetheless. That consideration went right out the window the moment her lips found his, his eyes widening in surprise. It was a drawn out kiss but not fed by desire or wanton lust. No, if anything, it was an appreciation that he could feel resonating off of her. And Gods if he didn’t lean into it, meeting her affectionate force with one of his own. And something deep within the confines of his mind engaged. He had no clue what it was but there was a definite switch that had been flipped.

    Despite how sweet and tender it was, it was quite auspicious that his pants were on the baggy side. Once she parted, she remained close to him, thanking him for his consideration. He was left speechless, honestly more compelled to try and lean forward and steal another kiss. And so he did so, planting another equally soft but not nearly as long one on her. Once he pulled away, he hovered just as close as she had. “You’re welcome, love,” he said softly back. And finally he was free, Mercury reaching out to adjust his shirt after she had used it as the fulcrum to bring them together.

    Only then did Agatha speak up, having arrived with her husband in the midst of Mercury and Scourge’s moment. The former Dread Master turned to address their current hosts and was… well, taken aback. Yes, he’d seen Agatha in several different pieces of media or informational packets but he was simply not prepared for the living sight of her in a dress that did everything to compliment her form and presence. For a man that had quite literally fought gods and goddesses, he felt he was standing before a true to form goddess. He was not struck as hard as Vandrad had been the first time meeting Agatha but he was quite impressed. Hell, even the sight of the Ruzatz was enough to make him stop. The guildmaster of Lusty Titans was dressed in a red suit that matched exactly with his hair, sporting a black shirt beneath and what could only be described as a literal gold tie.

    Agatha and Mercury approached one another and hugged, the Silver Wolf wizard insistent that Agatha’s choice of dress was sure to guarantee a success for their operation. After they had exchanged greetings, Mercury turned to Ruzatz and complimented his attire as well, causing him to grin. “Look who’s talking. You look absolutely exquisite. If we weren’t intentionally going out of our ways to try and seduce someone else, I would say that I should spend most of my time trying to seduce you.” He returned her hug, happy as always to be in the company of the Xocili.

    With the three of them caught up, Mercury turned back to Scourge and properly introduced him to the married couple. The former Dread Master stepped forward and held out his hand for Agatha’s, taking it gently and bowing his head to kiss it appreciatively. “It is my true and earnest pleasure to make your acquaintance. And if I may be so informal, you look decidedly ravishing. You are far more beautiful than I ever expected.”

    “Ah, a former Dread Master with manners,” Ruzatz said with a laugh.

    Scourge righted himself and held out his hand for Ruzatz. “Perhaps the only one. The rest found their joy in the dark. I much prefer to be out and about.”

    The Prime Sin took Scourge’s hand in a tight grip. “All the better for it. Vandrad describes you quite dismally but if I may be so bold, you are hot.” Ruzatz complimented Scourge, giving him a once over.

    “Coming from someone as crowd-stopping as yourself, that’s quite the compliment,” Scourge returned the affirmation. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you and Agatha for a long time.”

    Ruzatz chuckled. “Out of personal interest or in hopes of confirming that I’m indeed the Prime Sin of Lust?” he asked, being quite upfront with his expectations.

    “Both, honestly. But far more on the latter nowadays. Though I firmly believe in the sanctity and protection of mankind, I’ve never heard a bad thing about you or your guild.” Finally the two released their hands. “But we can leave old business for another day, especially when we have jaw-dropping dates that we’re not paying nearly enough attention to.”

    Ruzatz’ grin only grew wider as he turned to look at Mercury. “I like him. You haven’t called dibs yet, right? Because I feel our marriage could use another charming male presence.”

    “Now that is a tempting offer. Were it not for a pressing obligation, I would simply suggest we take this party somewhere more private and truly get to know one another.” It was Scourge’s turn to look Ruzatz up and down, obviously checking him out.

    Ruzatz cackled. “Oh you are bad and I love everything about it.” As the Prime Sin composed himself, he gestured idly to the elevator they had come down on. “Monica is, understandably, pissed she can’t join. I did try to argue with our coordinator that as a doubly married man, I should be allowed to bring both my wives. But he pointed out that most of the guests that would be at the event have second, third and more wives and if they were all invited, there would simply be no room to move. It’s fine -- I think her and Chishan are going to do some sparring and she’s finally going to see if she can’t lay that stud.”

    Scourge’s brow rose. “Chishan is here? That is… quite a surprise. I hope he’s doing well then?”

    “Thriving, for the most part. There was some time of grief, understandably but he’s dedicated himself to finding any other surviving members of the Order. He knows of one other but hasn’t managed to get a hold of him, much to Monica’s chagrin. But we’ve done what we can to make him feel welcome. Some of us more than others,” he said, shooting Agatha a grin and a wink.

    “Good, I’m glad to hear it.” It honestly seemed like Scourge and Ruzatz could go back and forth the entire evening and there was no reason to believe that they wouldn’t. But there were pressing matters and it seemed that the former Dread Master had finally collected himself enough to refocus. “Now then, with introductions aside, I’ll give you an idea of what we’re heading into. O Palácio Flutuante is the name of several buildings erected on floating islands just north of Embrant. Constructed as a private escape for the wealthy, powerful and not-all-together legal, it has several businesses of note under its flagship. Several casinos, brothels, strip clubs, restaurants, hotels and even a few that I haven’t visited or heard about. The Fall Equinox Celebration is taking place in the central casino/hotel called Castelo Nas Nuvens or Castle in the Clouds. The entire building is the site for the celebration, meaning that every floor outside of the restricted levels, is open to the public and going to be actively filled with people. There is simply no telling where Genesis is so we’ll need to make sure we stand out wherever we are. I suggest we start in the casino and see what kind of regard we can arouse there.”

    “There’s also the extra matter that Field Marshall Sinclair asked us about. She wants to accumulate as much information about the people attending as possible, so as to help them build upon their criminal records. While people watching and mental notes might prove useful, I assume there’s going to be a guestlist stored digitally. We should attempt to acquire that to pass on to the Rune Knights. They will have magical dampeners there and the best magical technology that exists, so we'll also have to deal with those once one of us has secluded Genesis. Speaking of our target, you've been given his image. He will not be hard to miss. If you find yourself being chatted with by him, make sure you do what you can to keep his attention. We need to seduce him and find a reason to get him alone for an extended amount of him. He is quite driven sexually so I imagine that will require, at the very least, a little bit of foreplay if not outright sex. I hope that is alright with everyone and, if not, we'll adjust accordingly. Once one of us has him alone, we'll disarm the defenses and clear out the building of guests so that we can send a signal to Blade, Hosrius and Grubar. They will be standing by in one of their ships in the sky above the northern waters of Embrant. They'll come in and do their thing after that.” With that summary provided, he smiled to break up the seriousness of his tone and outline. “But moreover, have fun. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us all and while we need to be aware of what we’re doing, we should still try to enjoy ourselves. So whenever you are ready, you can place your hand on my body. I already scouted out the meeting spot so I’ll be able to teleport us there instantly.”

    “Anywhere on your body?”

    Scourge gave the man an impish grin. “Quite literally,” he stated as he brought one of his hands to his head and placed two fingers against his forehead.

    “Mmm. I love your future husband, Mercury, but Scourge here might be the most fun guest you’ve introduced me to yet,” the Prime Sin of Lust replied. Deciding to behave himself, he placed his hand on Scourge’s chest, though he did make sure to get a proper feel of the muscle definition beneath. Once everyone had placed their hands somewhere on Scourge, he would close his eyes for only a moment before they were all whisked away.

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    Mercury Arseneault
    Mercury Arseneault

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 22nd September 2022, 6:43 pm

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Mercury imagined it wasn’t often that a man like Scourge was caught off guard. The two of them were practically peas in a pod, viewing and approaching and analyzing the world on a similar wavelength, forever expecting the unexpected. Yet it seemed that this was something that the former Dread Master truly had not prepared for. Or perhaps it was simply the authenticity of the act that had thrown him off, rather than such a moment occurring simply while they were in the midst of flirty banter or making a lewd scene as some kind of cover.

    Yet he fell into it with very little hesitation, immediately reciprocating the act and seemingly more than happy to continue it for as long as Mercury allowed. Longer, actually. When their lips parted she thanked him for his considerations, willing to leave it there, but something had clearly stirred within the man as he pressed forward for a second helping. It didn’t last as long as the first, but it held the same weight of gentle passion and Mercury couldn’t help but let herself fall against him for the duration. It was only after he was content to break free that he accepted her gratitude with an almost tender tone, and finally the two parted.

    Luckily, neither of them would have to endure any potential awkwardness following the exchange, as it was with greatly fortuitous timing that Agatha and Ruzatz made their appearance. Mercury was sure to watch Scourge carefully. The man had talked up a big game about his intention to not be too wowed by the Hand of Lust, and to his credit he was much more composed than Vandrad had been, but a woman with as keen a sense of observation as Mercury simply couldn’t miss the small little tells. “Mmmmmhm. There it is.” It was her only teasing comment to let him know that she was calling him on his shit, and then she made her greetings to the married couple.

    Ruzatz was as charming and playful as ever, giving her an embrace and insisting that if they hadn’t already made other plans to bait someone else, he’d happily call off the whole affair to seduce her instead. Mercury smirked. “Considering you and both of your wives had me in bed within less than an hour of meeting, I think it’s safe to say seducing me isn’t all that difficult of a challenge.”

    She took a moment to introduce the two of them to Scourge, who immediately stepped forward to show off his charm, taking Agatha by the hand and giving it a respectful kiss. Agatha smiled at him softly, the expression a mixture of humble and playful. “And you are exactly as hunky as Mercury described. It is an honor to finally meet you, Lord Scourge. Thank you so much for the invite to tonight’s soiree.”

    The introduction between Scourge and Ruzatz went down.. Well, pretty much exactly how Mercury had calculated it would. Both men were remarkably playful and flirtatious, and despite the fact that they would have likely been enemies not too long ago, they hit it off like crazy. As the two men went back and forth with one another, Mercury and Agatha sidled closer together to simply watch with vested interest. “Well, I think I can say with certainty that tonight is going to be more than a little delightful.”

    “Oh, I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks, and let me tell you: I am not disappointed.”

    Agatha giggled lightly, slipping her arm under Mercury’s comfortably, content to hang onto the other woman as they both gandered shamelessly at their dates. Mercury’s grin widened when Ruzatz asked how much of a claim she had staked on the man, declaring that he could be a wonderful addition to their marriage party. “You are more than free to shoot your shot, Casanova. As long as I get to at least watch.”

    “Monica would absolutely eat him up. Can’t say I’m thinking of doing any differently.” the Hand was certainly giving him eyes, though as usual her entire demeanor was somehow incredibly wholesome despite the not-so-subtle propositioning. After a bit more back and forth, including Ruzatz revealing that Chishan was in the building, Scourge finally got down to the nitty gritty. He reiterated the game plan for everyone, laying out that their primary goal was to seduce Genesis into a little alone time with one – or more – of them, and in order to do that they would have to make sure they stood out from the rest of the crowd. As a secondary objective, they were to keep an eye and ear out for anything that the Rune Knights might consider of interest for their criminal databases.

    As was understood by all, there was sure to be a great deal of protection in the place, both mundane and magical. Considering how much of a highly guarded secret this establishment was, it went without saying that they likely had the highest securities available. All they needed was to get Genesis alone and keep his attention so the rest could ready the place for Blade, Hosrius and Grubar to descend accordingly. Otherwise, the goal was to simply enjoy themselves and have a good time, and Mercury was certain that wasn’t going to be a problem for any of them. All they needed to do was put a hand on Scourge so he could teleport them to the entrance and they’d be good to go.

    Mercury chuckled as Ruzatz informed her that Scourge was hands down the most exciting individual she’d introduced them to thus far. “Vandrad could certainly stand to learn a thing or two from him, that’s for sure. What do you think, Agatha? You get one cheek, I get the other?”

    The redhead wiggled lightly with excitement. “Don’t mind if I do..!” With both women having elected to be slightly less well behaved than the Prime Sin, each placed a hand on either side of Scourge’s rump, even daring to give it a small squeeze. “Oh goodness, but you are firm…”

    “I’ll say. Whenever you’re ready, tiger, but don’t feel the need to rush…”

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    Post by hosriuscamnus 22nd September 2022, 7:58 pm



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    “Hunky, huh?” Scourge gave an impish little smirk. “Well you and Mercury are far too kind. And here I thought I had been lacking in my calisthenics lately. But please, just Scourge. The lord part was already a bit extra for me.” Once he’d made his introduction to Agatha, he moved over to Scourge, with whom he connected very well. Considering that they had practically been destined to be enemies given Scourge’s prior occupation, he was quite delighted to find that the Prime Sin was not only open about who he was but quite flirtatious as well. While the two of them went back and forth Agatha and Mercury seemed to enjoy watching the show. As Ruzatz insisted that he wanted to include Scourge in his marriage, Mercury openly invited him to take his shot, while Agatha stated that her and Ruzatz’ other wife, Monica, would eat him up and that she, herself, was thinking quite the same.

    This was… a lot of sexual tension in one room for Scourge. Despite his bravado and his experience with having to woo, seduce and sway, it was safe to say that he was a little outdone by the two experienced husband and wife. Even Mercury seemed to just feed into it. “I’m suddenly wondering if it weren’t in our best interest to have arranged a meet and greet beforehand to let out all of this… uh, tension.”

    “Oh you mean a playdate? Yes, perhaps that might have been intuitive. But then again, that means we just have to let the tension build until it… explodes,” Ruzatz said with a flirty little grin, allowing his eyebrows to waggle a bit.

    Needing to move things along, lest he be tempted to delay their leaving, Scourge quickly jumped into the explanation of what they would need to do. They’d mostly covered the game plan beforehand but it was always better to review before heading out, if only to make sure all the details were absolutely correct. Once he’d laid it all out, he asked that they all lay a hand on him so that he could teleport them to the meeting spot. Ruzatz, unsurprisingly, asked about the entirety of his form being available and the former Dread Master confirmed as much. Ruzatz took that opportunity to insist that Scourge was proving to be more fun than anyone else Mercury had brought to meet them yet.

    Mercury in turn suggested that Vandrad had plenty that he could learn from Scourge. And after that, she asked Agatha if they should ‘split cheeks’ in a manner of speaking. Before the former Dread Master could even consider that it wasn’t something overtly sexual, he had a hand on each cheek of his rear, hands that felt the need to squeeze to check how firm he was as well. “Well that was unexpected but certainly not unwel-”

    Before he could finish, Ruzatz decided to change positions, now taking up the spot on the opposite side of Agatha and Mercury. It caused the former Dread Master to inhale sharply as his goods were suddenly held and handled. “Well I figured since the ladies got a feel, I should too,” Ruzatz insisted with a grin. “And I must say, Scourge, I am impr-”

    The former Dread Master didn’t wait to hear the end of that sentence. Having, somehow, focused enough to find the waypoint he had established, the four of them would blink from the entryway of Lusty Titans to a small living area. “Well we are here, time to jump on the transport, lest you’d rather start an orgy right here.” Ruzatz offered.

    “Well, that does sound enticing… but I suppose we should get on with it. We’re getting poor Scourge all… excited,” Ruzatz said with a smirk, glancing down with clear intent before finally stepping back and releasing his hold on the former Dread Master.

    Counting that the women would do the same, Scourge would gently gesture towards the door leading to the hallway just outside. “One last thing; be sure to address me as Caecilius Moriarty. They don’t know me by my real name,” he explained as they turned the corner of the hallway. It opened up to a large landing platform, with several elegantly dressed men and women moving about. There were transports; small covered magical vehicles that looked like eggs with windows more than anything else. What was surprising the most was the size; based on what all the other people were doing, it seemed they could only fit two people. “I believe it’s a security standard. Last time it was the same thing,” he explained to the group. “Twenty minute flight and we’ll be there.”

    “Naturally it would make sense to ride with our respective dates then,” Ruzatz added, confirming with Scourge with a nod. “Alright my love, shall we?” the Prime Sin offered his arm to his wife and led her to the shortest line. Scourge likewise would do the same for Mercury and soon enough, each pair was on their own pod and soaring through the air.

    “Well, I certainly was expecting a lot but not that much. I’m going to be showering in cold water for a week,” Scourge admitted with a small laugh as he leaned back in his chair. “I’m also sorely glad I didn’t wager anything against you over Agatha -- she is quite stunning. I can’t even imagine a man like Vandrad was able to keep his jaw hinged when he saw her.”

    The two of them would talk back and forth for the twenty minute ride before finally O Palácio Flutuante came into view. The spectacle of rock, metal and technology looked not dissimilar to a floating gem, with lights from all of the buildings and vehicles illuminating the entirety of the floating dream. As the pods soared down to the landing pad, they were helped off by several employees, offering hands to any that had baggage for an overnight stay.

    Now on the surface of the hideaway, the four of them were able to meet up again. “That tall building right there,” Scourge said, pointing to the massive tower in the center. “That’s Castelo Nas Nuvens. So we’ll just follow the crowd in and from there, we’ll see what we can see.” With that said, both men once again offered their arms to the women and on they would go, falling in with the crowd heading in the same direction.

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 24th September 2022, 6:46 am

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    Mercury could always count on Agatha to go right along with teasing. It had taken a little encouragement with Vandrad, of course, but that’s because Agatha was very good at reading people and responding to them in kind. Vandrad was more reserved and as such Agatha had respected that until there was a clear understanding that the former prince truly was not opposed to any acts of flirtation or more from the redhead. With Scourge, it was pretty obvious from the gate that he would be sleeping with them right there and then if they hadn’t had more pressing issues on their plate, and so Agatha didn’t hesitate to play right along with the Xocili.

    And of course, Ruzatz took that as his own cue to change course, and before Scourge was even aware of what was happening he found himself several kinds of groped from Sunday. Mercury could feel the spikes in his vitals and was immeasurably entertained when Ruzatz wouldn’t even get to finish teasing him before they had suddenly popped into existence at their destination, giving them one last chance to call the mission a wash in exchange for other activities.

    Thankfully for everyone, the Prime Sin took the initiative to keep them focused on the job at hand, considering that they had apparently already gotten Scourge a little worked up. “I guess we’ll have to take a rain check,” Agatha lamented, pulling her hand away after another quick squeeze and ladling him with a rather lusty smirk. “Maybe we’ll just invite you to our next orgy.”

    Before they departed the room, Scourge reminded them to call them by his alias for the night, as that was the name that was known in this particular circle. And then they were off to the final transport that would take them to the palace. As a security measure, Scourge explained, the transports were only big enough for two people at a time and as such they would have to temporarily split up. Agatha glided over to take her husband’s arm with a smile, turning back to the other couple. “See you two on the other side..!” The Hand gave them both a flirty wink and then took her place in line with Ruzatz.

    Once on the pod, Mercury and Scourge made themselves comfortable. Now that they were alone, it was the perfect time for the former Dread Master to remark upon how underprepared he had actually been for meeting their companions, noting that he’d had to be taking cold showers for quite a while. He found himself relieved he hadn’t made any bets with the Xocili over Agatha as well. Mercury chuckled, pleased as a Cheshire Cat. “I’m honestly not sure why you were expecting anything less, especially when you had a strong suspicion leading into it that he was the Prime Sin of Lust and his wife was his Hand. You are right about Vandrad, though. The first time we saw Agatha was the first and only time that Vandrad ever let go of his pride long enough to give me a look to make sure I was seeing the same thing he was. His jaw was fully on the floor. Oh! I can just show you.”

    Never one to shirk at making her fiance the butt of every joke, whether or not he was there to defend himself, Mercury conjured a tablet and displayed a brief scene of the night that their worlds had all been thrown into chaos and turmoil by Faera’s attack on Mythal. She didn’t show a long enough clip for Scourge to see anything too private, but it would be obvious that there was an argument going on at the time, with most people yelling at or with Serilda inside one of the now defunct Order of Souls bases, before Agatha’s meek and apologetic voice called their attention toward her. Scourge would get the full view of Agatha introducing herself before Mercury’s gaze panned over to Vandrad’s shaken expression.

    “He couldn’t even talk straight the first few times she spoke to him. It was amazing. Luckily now that they’ve finally slept together, he seems to have gotten the school boy crush jitters out of his system.”

    The twenty minute ride passed with the two of them comfortably chatting back and forth until the palace came into view. Mercury whistled and leaned forward in her seat. It wasn’t often that she was breath taken by a sight, but this was nothing like what she had envisioned in her head. “Man, you are just going to have the most difficult time topping this for our next date.” The pod landed and the two of them rejoined Ruzatz and Agatha, who looked conspicuously pleased with themselves. Scourge pointed out the main tower in the center as the primary hub of activity and suggested they follow the crowds toward that locale as a starting point. Mercury was damn near wiggling with excitement like a child at a theme park as she slipped her arm back in Scourge’s and let him lead her forward. If the Palace looked this remarkable from the outside, she simply couldn’t wait to see what it held for them within the confines of its walls.

    And then, the true fun would begin.

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    Post by hosriuscamnus 24th September 2022, 10:36 am



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747


    “Perhaps it was the naivete that has infected me through my connection with Vandrad. Though my suspicions were there, I suppose I figured that Ruzatz and by extension Agatha would try and… I suppose keep it mellow for the sake of not revealing themselves. But they are quite loud and proud. Not that I’m complaining of course; I am quite a fan of being fondled by two gorgeous people, even if it won’t amount to much of anything this evening, though I suppose that’s still to be determined. But I’m rambling, please do show this moment; I would so love to have some more ammo.” With that he leaned over so that he could watch her summoned tablet to view said first meeting. There was quite the kerfuffle happening in the background and it was obvious that it was within one of the old Order of Souls bases. But when Agatha’s voice spoke up, the former Dread Master was treated to the sight of the beautiful woman, who looked like she had just rolled out of bed. He watched with amusement as Mercury stared at the redhead before turning her gaze to Vandrad, who looked like the earth itself had opened up in front of him. Scourge cackled heartily at the sight as Mercury explained that Vandrad lost all reasoning and was barely able to form a functioning sentence when talking to her. Then she let slip that since they’d slept together, he was able to compose himself better.

    “Wait a minute,” Scourge said, waving his hand slightly. “They slept together? As in sex? As in Vandrad had sex with someone other than you?” The surprise was evident on his face. “A man like that, I figured no one else would ever convince him to break that obstinate wall of his. My word, I think I actually have a bit more respect for him… and for you, no doubt the driving force behind that! And here I thought I was pressing my luck for even flirting with you. Oh the wonders we can experience moving forward.” His impish grin took on a new depth with this newfound knowledge and it was a wonder at all that he didn’t make good on his comment right then and there. Clearly he understood that Mercury and Vandrad’s relationship was a bit more on the open side but he simply assumed it was narrow and generally driven by Mercury. Now with his eyes opened, it was clear a whole assortment of wicked thoughts and intentions ran through his mind. But it was hardly the place nor the timing for them to get into anything physical like he may have considered -- after all, if he was going to make a move, he would want more time and space to really make an impact.

    As the floating hideaway came into view, Mercury whistled and leaned forward to admire the sight. She admitted that wherever they went on their next date would have a very hard time standing up to both the sight and the splendor of the floating islands. Scourge chuckled. “Come now, you think this is the only criminal organization I’m planning on infiltrating and toppling that has a hidden base? Maybe I’ll take you along to the underwater metropolis owned by slave traders out of Dongxia, though that one might be a bit more exciting than you’ll bargain for; they aren’t too keen on guests and I’ve earned quite the reputation for speaking out against slavery as Caecilius. Though it would be quite remarkable to watch you manhandle all those men trying to make a slave out of you; that sounds like quite the foreplay.” Feeling a little bold and dangerous, Scourge reached over and gently slid the back of his hand against her bare thigh that was left open by the slit on her dress. He may not have the time to truly fool around with her but she’d done plenty to entice and tease him -- turnaround was always fair play.

    The sentiment of not doing anything physical was clearly not shared by Ruzatz and Agatha. While they certainly hadn’t lost any composure in terms of their decor, there was a naughty little grin on both of their faces as they exited their pods and walked back over to Mercury and Scourge. Choosing not to comment on it at the moment, though Scourge did give the two a shit-eating grin, Scourge pointed out their destination and with both men linked to the women, they joined the parade of guests that were walking along the guided path. There were staff members and guards lining the streets and guiding the crowd down an underground tunnel, letting them know that it was the most direct path to the Castelo Nas Nuvens. Down they went through a wide but fairly generic stairwell until they reached the underground tunnel.

    To say it was alive with color and technology would be putting it mildly. As Scourge had stated, the floating island escape was a visionary of pure magical ability and magical technology. It was, more than likely, a veritable paradise for someone like Mercury. The tunnel opened up into a wide, darker path, with neon lights -- purple, pink and blue -- running along the walls and outlining several businesses that had set up shop along the way. Large, round lights of tubed color hung from the ceiling to give off better illumination. Plenty of guests stopped to look at the attractions around them. There were digital, holographic displays of naked women dancing about, promoting the strip clubs and smaller casinos that peppered the path. There were even a few glass windows where poles had been set up and some of the most beautiful men and women occupied the inside, gyrating and moving to the music that filled the entire hall.

    “Despite the fact that most of these guests came here for the soiree, the ones in charge still set up ‘side attractions’. A lot of men and women are simply coming as decorum dictates and have no intention of spending any jewel so they build these to try and raise their heart rate a little, get the blood circulating to other places other than their intransigent minds,” Scourge explained, even as they passed by a full glass wall with several partially naked strippers putting on a show. “There’s a reason the gala doesn’t have an end time -- they fully expect some guests to show up rather late.”

    “Well you can’t hardly blame them,” Ruzatz mused, eying all genders of strippers alike and with interest. “And while the thrill is there, I am far more interested in seeing the main building.”

    They would only have to walk a few more minutes before another stairwell with guides and guards appeared, the staff signaling guests to head up. They would find themselves on the street again, standing right before Castelo Nas Nuvens. “Those airships ferry people to and from other casinos, made specifically for people that are staying in any of the luxury hotels. I would have booked us all rooms but given that we probably won’t be staying overnight…”

    “A real shame. Agatha and I have a long-standing checklist of hotels we’ve had sex in. We would have loved to cross off ‘foursome on a secret floating paradise’ off the list,” Ruzatz said with a grin.

    Soon they entered the main lobby. It still had a lot of the same neon features but the lights were much brighter here, allowing people to actually see one another a bit more clearly. They were swept up into a line leading up the stairs towards the upper level. Several dimly lit passageways branched off from the main circular room and a round check-in table rested in the middle, where several attendants were.

    After a few moments of waiting in line, they were summoned up to the desk. “Name?”

    “Caecilius Moriarty and his date, Mercury Arseneault,” Scourge introduced himself, pulling out a small business card and presenting it to the clerk.

    “Master Moriarty!” Another voice spoke up to the right, a managerial looking man who had been helping with a couple of other guests. He had loose but slicked back hair, a neatly trimmed goatee, a thick pair of glasses and a striped suit on, accented by a gray vest and a white, blue and gold tie. “Imagine our surprise when we heard you were returning. We were concerned after our last meeting.”

    “Well, it did take some time for the sting to wear off, Balt, but I felt it was time I put aside any personal feelings and allow myself the opportunity to visit your wonderful establishment as a guest. Besides, my lovely date here was hoping for something exciting this evening,” Scourge explained, sliding his hand down over Mercury’s lower back and over her rear, giving her and the man a wicked grin. “Mercury, Ruzatz, Agatha -- this is Balt Aftorn, the floor manager for Castelo Nas Nuvens. He’s a good man.”

    “Master and Mistress de la Cavalleria, it is an honor to have you joining us this evening,” the floor manager said, bowing his head to both of them before turning to Mercury. “And to you, Miss Arseneault, I wish you the best of luck with such a devilish man such as Master Moriarty.”

    Scourge laughed. “This one is the muse for my devilish charms, Balt. I’d be a sanctified angel were it not for her,” he stated and, as if to get his point across, he gave Mercury a gentle but undeniably loud smack on the rear. “But it’s great to see you still have a sense of humor.”

    Balt took over for the clerk and pulled out two pitch black business cards, not unlike Scourge’s. “Master and Mistress de la Cavalleria, here are your business cards. Please present them whenever you opt to return. We’ll provide information on how to learn more about our events and locations of transport via mail delivery in the coming days. And Miss Arseneault,” he said, pulling out an extra card and handing it to her. “Should you ever wish to come without the notorious Master Moriarty, we’ll take good care of you.”

    “I think our dear Mister Aftorn is trying to make a play at your date, Caecilius,” Ruzatz spoke up, sporting a shit-eating grin.

    “It wouldn’t be the first time, would it, Balt?” Scourge added in, grinning at the manager.

    “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the floor manager said, playing coy. “Please, enjoy your evening.”

    With that out of the way, Scourge led them away from the check-in desk. “We’ll start at one of the mid-tier lounges. They’ll have craps, blackjack, poker and a few other games. That’ll give us a place to start observing and listening. If Genesis is out and about, no doubt people will start talking about it.” With that, Scourge led the group down the dim passage, following the swirling neon lights that ran along the walls. Despite not walking on an incline or stopping to ride a lift, somehow they found themselves on a higher level of the building and entered a smoky, dim casino lounge.

    “Alright, let’s split up here but stay within eyesight of one another. Ruzatz and Agatha, why not hop into the craps tables here? It’ll give you a wide range of the room plus, as new and famous guests, it’ll draw the most attention to you. Mercury, my love, I see a card table opposite the bar that has an empty chair. How about you sit your fine and firm ass there and I’ll get us and our other couple some drinks?” Scourge’s voice was low and quiet but somehow, even with the music playing overhead, he was able to dictate each and every word so they and only they could hear him.

    Scourge was just about to slide his hand off of Mercury when he stopped. “Oh right,” he muttered. Then he turned and in one swift motion, practically dipped Mercury and kissed her, deeply and passionately. It was far more exciting than their previous ones at Lusty Titans and he held it for a long moment before he pulled away. “Apologies. I have a bit of a reputation as a flamboyant playboy so I have to play the part,” he whispered to her before he righted her gently.

    “Do me and Agatha get the same treatment as well?” Ruzatz asked jokingly.

    But now it was the Prime Sin and most likely his wife’s turn to be surprised when Scourge stepped forward and repeated the exact same movement with first the man and then Agatha. As he righted the gorgeous redhead, Scourge adjusted his collar and grinned at the three. “Like I said. A reputation to uphold,” he said, winking at the married pair before he cleared his throat and spoke at a more normal decibel. “Best of luck. I'll get us some drinks to get started," he said before he moved towards the bar.

    “Well then. I know who I’m doing after all of this is done for,” Ruzatz said with a shaky, excited chuckle. “Shall we, darling?” he offered his arm to Agatha and once she entwined herself with him, would lead her over to the craps table.

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 24th September 2022, 2:00 pm

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    Mercury grinned wide as Scourge brought the conversation to a proverbial screeching halt in order to focus in on the fact that Vandrad had slept with Agatha. He was rightly astounded that anyone besides Mercury had managed to break through that particular shell, and all it had done was raise his respect for the man. It also made him realize that perhaps he didn’t need to be as reserved with Mercury as he originally thought. “He’s very upset about the whole thing. Not the sleeping with Agatha part, he’s more than happy with that even if it would be like pulling teeth to get him to admit it. No, it’s the fact that everyone knows it happened and no one is letting him live it down. And for once, he can’t even blame that on me because I’m not the one who blabbed.”

    As the palace came into view, Mercury remarked upon Scourge’s plans for their next outing, to which he rebuffed that he had plenty of exciting options. One even included a playdate with some slavers in an underwater city that was sure to be a riveting adventure, the former Dread Master even reaching out and running his hand along her exposed thigh and drawing a shiver of excitement from his date. “Well, I do enjoy a riveting display of violence… be it watching or participating.”

    Soon enough they were reunited with the other couple, who had clearly spent their pod ride getting a few things out of their systems, and off they went following the crowds. The experience was very like when Mercury first stepped into the club beneath the du Wolff manor in Bellum. The overwhelming presence of neon lights, electricity, and electronics in general was a heavy boost of energy for her, the woman happily soaking everything in with giddy excitement. They even stopped momentarily to admire the strip stations along the way where a great number of very attractive people were putting on shows that the entire party would have loved to appreciate fully. Unfortunately, they had an agenda and as such they merely gandered along the way, with Scourge giving a brief explanation of the room and its purpose.

    The end of their journey brought them to a lobby and a check in table that served as a central point before the guests could set off in various directions, depending on where they wanted to go first. Scourge introduced himself as Caecilius upon reaching the front of the line, along with Mercury as his date. No sooner had his introduction left his mouth than someone spoke up to call out to him. The group turned to observe a rather attractive young gentleman serving as a facilitator of the check in stations. There was a small back and forth exchange between them about their pleased surprise over Scourge electing to return to the Palace, with him even using Mercury as an excuse for his decision to let bygones be bygones. As he slid his hand down Mercury’s backside, the Xocili didn’t miss a beat going right along with it, snuggling up closer to her date and playing the part with little to no difficulty – and little to no pretending.

    The steward greeted the party all around, starting with the Lusty Titans guildmasters. Agatha curtsied gracefully. “Thank you so much. It’s a pleasure to meet you. We were both very honored by the thoughtful invitation, and I am very much looking forward to seeing what your establishment has in store for us.”

    Mercury’s grin widened as the man greeted her, wishing her luck with her date only for Scourge to insist that she was the handful between the two of them. She shrugged playfully. “I don’t know that I’d go so far as to call him an angel,” Mercury teased, shooting Scourge a rebellious little smirk, “but it’s nice to have someone that can actually keep up with me from time to time. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of the fun tonight. I’m very excited to lose a good portion of my money to the house.”

    It seemed they were to be given their own cards just like the one Scourge had presented. Agatha and Mercury both took theirs with gratitude, though it was only Mercury who picked up on the fact that there was more to the card than met the eye. The moment the item was in hand she picked up that there was a chip inside that was most likely meant to allow access to what she assumed was limited areas of the Palace. “Is that a general offer or a personal one?” she asked the man with a flirty smirk as he assured her that, should she return on her own, she could expect to be treated with great care.

    Finally, with everything settled and squared away, Scourge led them to the main lounge of the casino, explaining that it was the ideal place to start keeping an eye out for their target. He was unafraid of missing the man, because it seemed when Genesis made appearances, the word got around pretty quickly. The casino itself met every expectation Mercury had and more, the Xocili continuing to grow more and more eager the more her eyes took in of the atmosphere. At Scourge’s suggestion, they were to split into pairs and stay within eyesight of one another but not directly with each other. This strategy would help them cover more ground and would also make it less likely for Mercury to later be caught up in the inevitable fame of people recognizing Agatha.

    “I could go for some cards,” the Xocili said, already ripe with anticipation at getting involved and having a good time. She was about to make her way over there when Scourge paused as if remembering something, turning without much warning to plant a very passionate kiss on her lips that was far more suggestive than the last one they’d shared. Mercury once more barely wasted a breath before she was right in it with him, wrapping her arms around his neck and slipping him some tongue while she had an excuse to do so. He pulled back and quietly apologized to her, explaining he had a reputation to uphold. “Oh no, you mean I’m going to have to spend the whole evening kissing and fondling you? How terribly awful…”

    Ruzatz joked about him and Agatha getting left out, and at that point even Mercury knew how that was going to pan out. Yet the Prime was all too surprised – happily so – when Scourge stepped forward without a moment’s hesitation to plant just as heavy a kiss upon the man, and then his wife. Agatha, much like Mercury, didn’t hold herself back from making the most of the opportunity. As Scourge finally moved off to get drinks, both women chuckled along with Ruzatz’s comment about taking the former Dread Master home at the end of the night. “You’ll certainly have no complaints from me. At the very least it can be a consolation for having to leave poor Monica behind.” Taking his arm once more, she waved to Mercury. “Have a good time, love!”

    Now left well and truly in her element, Mercury made her way over to the table that Scourge had indicated. Once the current round ended, she took the open seat and exchanged some cash for a number of chips to deal herself in.

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    Post by hosriuscamnus 24th September 2022, 3:38 pm



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747


    Everything about the casino, thus far, had the atmosphere of a club on adrenaline. The music was thumping in the background, though not so loud that it was impossible to hear one another. Lights flashed from all corners and from several different electrical hubs, enchanted to change color or spectrum or even consistency depending on how they were strobing. It was a party that was exciting and energized and it fueled everyone that journeyed inside to party down, drink plenty of alcohol and spend their jewel like it meant nothing -- and for a lot of the wealthy patrons, it really didn’t. People had no problem walking directly past others, brushing shoulders and even for some of the guests that were dancing, shaking their rears or fronts against whoever passed by. Everyone in the group, even while standing on the raised platform above the casino floor, would have plenty of men and women dancing beside them, not a care in the world but the vibe of the music.

    Now that they were in without issue, it was time for a game plan that still allowed them to dabble and have some fun. Putting Agatha and Ruzatz at the craps table would give them a perfect line of sight to the entryways, as well as allowing anyone to see that Agatha was there -- minor celebrity or not, she would be noticed and spoken about quickly. Hopefully with that, people’s lips would become a little looser at the prospect of rubbing elbows with a genuine well-known artist. In the meantime, so as to avoid her accidentally winding up in shared media, Scourge suggested that the two of them go to the card table and take up a spot there, giving them perspective over the back of the room and the bar. With the motion settled, Scourge moved to get them drinks before turning and making quite a move on Mercury. As he pulled away, he explained himself and she, in turn, seemed quite upset over the fact that they would have to be physical so that he can keep up his appearance. “Kissing, fondling me, me fondling you -- so long as you don’t start going down on me at the card table. That happened once before and it was very hard to explain,” he gave her a wicked grin before finally lifting her back. And then he proceeded to call the Prime Sin of Lust on his bluff and kissed him as well as Agatha, the former Dread Master quite literally getting a taste of each person’s tongue.

    Now satisfied that he had turned the game back on them after he had been manhandled before, Scourge moved through the crowd and to the bar. Opting to err on the side of caution, he ordered four whiskeys on the rocks, theorizing that everyone was probably at least able to drink down whiskey as a starter. He brought the two drinks over to Agatha and Ruzatz, handing the lady her drink first by sidling up behind her and reaching around to place it in front of her, taking a moment to slide his hand over her stomach sensually. He then reached over and around Ruzatz, meeting the Prime Sin’s grin with one of his own. With the married couple squared away at the moment, he went over to the poker table, where Mercury had taken her place on the chair and had just received her chips. Much akin to what he’d done to Agatha, Scourge came up behind her and reached around the Silver Wolf mage to place her drink on the coaster. But his hand wandered a bit, giving her a gentle but firm grope on her chest while leaning in to bite the side of her neck softly.

    As he came around to stand beside her and watch the ground, he was grinning, quite proud of himself. “Alright baby,” he said, resting his hand on her back. “I’ve given you a good luck squeeze. Now show daddy how you clean house!”




    Several miles away from the floating set of islands was a space-faring vessel, cloaked and hovering in quiet mode. Within its cockpit was Blade, sitting in a chair beside the driving seat, Hosrius who was occupying the seat in front of him and Grubar, who was leaning up against the back wall and standing.

    “This sucks,” Grubar said with a grumble.

    “Grubar, we’ve had to be on stakeouts longer than this. We haven’t even been here all that long,” the Jirian spoke up. In his hand was a book, opened about halfway and his gaze remained on the words written rather than lifting away.

    “Yeah but most stakeouts don’t involve people I actually like. I know Mercury and Agatha can hold their own, it’s just… bah!” he threw his hands up dismissively.

    “You don’t need to lie, Grubar. You’re upset because you think it might devolve into a firefight and you live for that kind of action.”

    “Listen, I ain’t had a good gunfight since we went and stomped the Nazru! And frankly, I can’t imagine much else is gonna top that. The Nazru, Hos -- the friggin’ Nazru! They were what every kid was scared of ‘cross the whole galaxy and we took them out.”

    The Jirian chuckled. “Well, realistically it was our magically-inclined friends that took them out. But I suppose there’s no shame in claiming participation in such a noble act. We did do our part and that says a lot for a couple of bounty hunters with no magical powers.” Finally Hosrius looked up and over at Blade. “You’ve been awfully quiet, Blade.”

    The lone alien seemed to snap out of a trance, his eyes having been focused out at the sky beyond. “My apologies. I’m used to long periods of silence so I’ve taken up the ability to go into a meditative trance during said times. I was just reviewing the mission details in my head.”

    “They’ll be fine,” the Jirian once more assured everyone.

    Blade nodded. “I am sure they will but I cannot help but be concerned. Genesis was Maker’s ultimate creation -- the culmination of all the knowledge he took from my people. I know he isn’t known for acting out violently unless pushed but there is still the possibility that this ‘O Palácio Flutuante‘ could be a walking deathtrap. Maybe it just acts as an entertainment hub on the surface but once inside, it becomes a nightmare.” He frowned and glanced away. “Perhaps I should have insisted upon going.”

    “You heard Scourge -- we’re going there to try and seduce the guy. That means everyone there has gotta be ready to do whatever they can to get to him. I dunno about you but I ain’t that dedicated to getting him.”

    “And that’s saying something, considering what he has done to get bounties before,” Hosrius added, drawing a hearty chuckle from Grubar.

    “I just fear I’ve allowed comrades and allies to walk into something far more dangerous than I anticipated.” Blade glanced once more out at the sky, concern rife on his features as he imagined the floating islands, somewhere out in the evening sky. “I do hope they are all right.”

    Meanwhile, even further away from there, there was one man who wasn’t worried about them being alright and was far more concerned about what kind of trouble they would cause. Vandrad’s fist slammed against the boxing dummy with such force that the room reverberated around him. His blue aura ebbed off of his form as the Fairy Tail Ace pounded his fists into the targets on the dummy in a flash of movement, the machine indicating proper hits. After another flurry of attacks, he took a step back and allowed his Cobalt Empowerment to melt away.

    "Bastard is probably smug as a cat,” Vandrad grumbled as he imagined Scourge’s face. The former Dread Master had been all too pleased to tell him that Mercury had agreed to take part in a mission that involved seducing another alien. There were, of course, more defining, important layers to the objective than that but essentially that was what it came down to. Frankly, he didn’t care about her potentially sleeping with another person or any number of other people -- it was more about Scourge and Mercury teasing him about their spending time with one another without him present and what kind of trouble they could get into. He still didn’t fully trust Scourge, despite what he had done so far for Vandrad’s family and Mercury. "A man like that is always looking out for how he can gain.”

    “Not necessarily. But he does currently have his hand inside your future wife’s dress and on her inner thigh. Scourge just likes to have fun and he recognizes that Mercury does too.”

    Vandrad froze and turned around to look for the source of the voice. It had been a male voice but something about it had sounded… off. Almost like it was far away and yet it felt whispered directly in his ears. He scanned the room with his eyes and found nothing. "Computer, scan room for entities,” he spoke out loud.

    The sensor array ran a quick sweep of the training room. “One entity -- Identification: Vandrad du Wolff.”

    Vandrad’s eyes narrowed. Had he imagined that?




    “Yeah baby, that’s how you clean house!”

    Meanwhile, in the casino that was nowhere near a nightmare facility, Scourge celebrated yet another hand won by his date. He leaned in to plant a quick kiss on her as the chips were pushed in her general direction. He scooped up her empty glass and placed it inside of his as he pulled away. “I’ll get you another round. You keep doing your thing,” he told her with a wicked grin as he reached down with his free hand and gave her thigh a teasing squeeze.

    As he turned to walk back to the bar, he took a quick gander at where Ruzatz and Agatha were. As expected, Agatha had amassed quite a group of people who were all too interested to talk to her, though many of them were just as transfixed on the Prime Sin. With any luck, they were using that time to get to know the people and get an idea of where and when Genesis might show up. Though, he also figured they were probably making arrangements to have any number of the attractive crowd to join them back at Lusty Titans afterhours. He smirked and shook his head as he came up to the bar and handed off the two empty glasses. “Another pair,” he asked the bartender, who took the glasses and went over to get some clean ones.

    Scourge felt the presence of something walking up to him and had assumed it was either Ruzatz, Agatha or even Mercury. He didn’t immediately turn around until an unfamiliar -- yet still familiar -- male voice spoke directly to him. “Well if it isn’t Caecilius Moriarty.”

    The former Dread Master turned…to find himself face to face with none other than Dorian Black, one of the last remaining Order of Souls members. He was dressed in a white suit, with matching vest and a black shirt beneath that was adorned with a forest green tie. The mischievous member of the Order smirked as he leaned against the bar and looked at Scourge. “I haven’t had the privilege of meeting you in person, Senhor Moriarty. But I’ve heard quite a bit.”

    “Then perhaps you’ve heard that I am no longer attached to the organization that… aggressively overtook your own,” Scourge added, his voice calm but far more defensive than before.

    Dorian was quiet for a moment before a wry smirk graced his lips. “Sim, sim. Nosso amigo em comum me disse, though he thinks I have disappeared. I’ve just been… deitando baixo -- laying low.”

    That was a twist but one that could have turned out worse. If Dorian hadn’t heard from Chishan, who Scourge assumed was the mutual friend, then there wouldn’t have been anything keeping Dorian from attacking right then and there. That would have made things far more complicated. “I’m surprised you’re here. It seems like a strange place to resurface,” Scourge remarked, even as his drinks were placed down on the bar in front of him.

    “Well a friend of a friend, another former employee, asked a favor and I couldn’t say no. I’m actually here with a date -- I believe she’s sitting down at the card table with the adorável senhora you were just with; yet another mutual friend, it seems,” Dorian explained, nodding towards the table. “I have to wonder if, perhaps, we are here for the same reason?”

    Even as the two of them chatted, one of the players had indeed departed from the table with Mercury and another had taken their place. A woman with black hair as dark as the night sky, it hung down the side of her head and body in ravishing curls. She had red bead earrings that had black feathers attached to the bud. Red eye shadow had been done up on her eyes quite dramatically, matching her lipstick and practically glowing against her pale skin. Red sleeve-like gloves ran up from her fingertips to her biceps. A tight red, sleeveless dress hung over her body, attached by a choker around her neck and left almost nothing to the imagination, cutting deep enough in at the sides to show a decent amount of the sides of her breasts. The dress came down and thinned out, becoming more like a loin cloth as it covered over her front and rear. Intricate, crossed string wrapped around her lower back and bare thighs, criss-crossing and attached via small knots. Her black thong was easily seen gripping her hips and boots made of similar material as her gloves ran up from her feet right up to the lower portion of her thighs.

    Despite how absolutely stunning and alluring she looked, she looked like she was ready to kill everyone around her. She tossed her jewel to the dealer and waited as he started to prepare her chips, arms crossed and looking away in agitation. Mercury, if she looked close enough, would start to see some similarities in her face to someone else but any option to think on the matter further would be interrupted by both Scourge and Dorian returning to the table.

    “My dear, I’ve run into an old friend of ours,” Scourge said, directing the Silve Wolf mage’s attention to Dorian.

    The former Order of Souls mage reached out to take her hand and placed a kiss on it. “Boa noite linda,” he said, greeting her in Engua. “Such a pleasure to see you again and while you are looking so wonderfully ravishing.” His date rolled her eyes, even as Dorian moved over to her. “I don’t believe the two of you have met. May I introduce you to Gren’s amigo combativo…”

    “Vriko.”

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 24th September 2022, 6:00 pm

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    It had been some time since Mercury had participated in a riveting marathon of poker. In fact, the last and only time she had was when she and Gren had played together. Definitely some of her more favorite memories. The dealer dealt her in after she placed her starting bet, and by the time Mercury was looking at her cards, she glanced up in time to see Scourge making his way over to the craps table where the other couple had gone, delivering their drinks to them first. And taking an understandable moment to give Agatha a sensual, but not vulgar, feel. The Hand responded in kind by giving his hand a small, flirtatious kiss before he pulled it away and left them to their own devices.

    The Xocili was being dealt in for her second hand when Scourge managed to make his way back around to her. She had lost the first hand, though she wasn’t much too concerned about winning at the moment so much as studying the others at the table so she could start to learn their tells. “Oo, thank you, darling,” she cooed as he placed her drink down on the coaster. Then she giggled and hummed in pleasure as he copped a playful feel of her chest and gave her neck a bit of a nibble, demanding that she demonstrate her ability to run a table for him. “I will certainly do my best, love.”

    What followed was a rousing several rounds of cards. Mercury didn’t win every hand, but she still set herself on a steady pace to increase her winnings bit by bit until her chip stacks noticeably outnumbered that of most of her competitors. Despite their goal in getting attention, Mercury was actually doing her best not to count cards or rely on her genetic abilities to win every round. She had given it consideration, but decided that an act so pedestrian would really only gather the attention of the pit bosses, and that simply wasn’t enough. So she played more or less as earnestly as she could, relying only on the tells and behaviors of her competitors – and their vital signs – to determine how she could continue each round.

    Her most formidable competition by far was another woman at the table that was decidedly less rowdy than many of the others present, though she didn’t seem too bothered by the antics of those around her. She was a real eyeful, too, with long, thick black hair that faded into a silvery-white and was done up in the style of an Iceburg tribeswoman with lots of braids and beads. The woman had an impenetrable poker face that Mercury was finding to be a delightful challenge, finding absolutely nothing readable in her mismatched blue and purple eyes. In fact, the other woman was so cool and collected that it was more than just her face that was indecipherable; even her vitals were steady.

    With the latest round won by Mercury, the woman collected her chips and took the time to organize them for the next hand. Scourge offered to get her another drink, encouraging her to keep up the good work. She returned his kiss with a naughty one of her own, her body giving a pleasant little shiver as he ran his hand up her thigh. “As you wish, tiger.” As the dealer shuffled, Mercury took a swig from her glass and looked around to see how Ruzatz and Agatha were faring. To no surprise, a small crowd had gathered around Agatha’s table. In fact, it had turned into enough people that Agatha seemed to be collecting her chips and giving up her spot at the table so the remaining players wouldn’t feel so crowded.

    Mercury smirked and shook her head lightly before her attention was brought back to her own table by movement in her peripheral vision. The woman she had been competing against was packing her chips into a container meant to transport them between tables. “Oh, leaving so soon? Now that’s a shame. I was quite enjoying our competitive chemistry.” It was a bit of a tease, given that the woman really hadn’t said much of anything the entire time Mercury had been at the table. And even now she didn’t expect to get much of a reaction, though she truly was a bit disappointed the woman was taking her leave. She hadn’t been much for company, one of the types of gamblers that clearly was more interested in winning and being more serious than imbibing too much and laying everything down for a crazy high stakes bet, but she had still been a source of entertainment for the Xocili nonetheless.

    “Unfortunately, I have other matters to attend.” The surprise on Mercury’s face was genuine as the woman finally deigned to speak. And for a moment it seemed that was all she was going to get, but the lady continued, if briefly. “You do play a mean game of poker, however. Thank you for giving me some worthwhile competition. Best of luck.” And then, with a simple bow of her head, she left. Mercury watched her go with a curiously raised brow until the woman was lost in the crowd before turning back to the table with a mental shrug. Already the empty seat was being filled by another woman who actually looked remarkably similar, though her hair was fully black and her eyes crimson. She was dressed in quite the little number though, and Mercury couldn’t help but let her eyes roam.

    There was also no missing the fact that the woman looked absolutely furious to be there. Mercury was about to offer her a friendly smile and make a comment that was either going to get the woman to loosen up or set her off further when she paused and gave a closer look. The woman was a bit… familiar looking, though she couldn’t piece together why. She was certain she had never met her before, and a quick search of her database confirmed it. Before she could search too much deeper, however, Scourge had returned with another drink and unexpected company.

    Emerald eyes lit up as they took the man in with all his glory. “Dorian!” She stood to her feet to give the former Order member a tight and familiar hug and kiss on the cheek, even as he lavished compliments on her. “You’re one to talk. Just look at you!” Mercury stepped back to give him a solid once over. “Don’t get me wrong, I will never complain about the way you fill out a gold banana hammock but there is something to be said about a delicious man in a white suit…”

    Surprisingly, he moved next to the woman that had just sat down, indicating that the woman was his date. Before Mercury even had a chance to wonder how Dorian had gotten so mixed up with a woman that very clearly did not want to be anywhere near him or this establishment, he revealed that the woman was affiliated with non other than Gren, calling her by name: Vriko. Her eyes brightened again in surprise as she sat back down to meet the woman on her level. “No shit?” All at once everything came together as why the woman looked so familiar. She was Mythal’s sister.

    She grinned, a friendly expression but one that was also clearly pleased with the news. “No, we did not get the chance to meet before the… prison break. While Mercury didn’t say as much out loud, Vriko wouldn’t miss the pause that informed her that Mercury, too, had been well aware of Serilda and Mythal’s little stunt to give Vriko her freedom. “An absolute pleasure to finally meet you, Vriko. Gren, Mythal, and Serilda failed to inform me how much of an absolute knockout you are. My name is Mercury; I’m engaged to Gren’s son, Vandrad.”

    Vriko would have a chance to respond before Mercury got a notification. Though she could read it without using a physical device, she still procured the cellphone from the pocket of her jacket, making a show for those who didn’t know what she truly was. “Well, darling, it looks like our time at poker is up. Agatha just texted me. A house manager approached her and invited them to attend an address in one of the other rooms. It seems the casino owner caught wind of the celebrity in his house and is hoping she is willing to give a small performance.” Slipping the phone away, she gave him a knowing smirk that wouldn’t mean much to anyone else, except maybe Dorian and Vriko, though as of yet Mercury was unaware that the two of them were present for similar reasons.

    Gathering up her chips, she turned to the other two. “Will you be joining us? If you haven’t had a chance to hear Agatha sing, it really is quite a treat.”

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    Post by hosriuscamnus 24th September 2022, 7:44 pm



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747


    “Ah this? Come now, I look like lixo total.” Dorian was quick to jump on the side of humbleness, which was saying a lot considering the last time they saw one another. And wasn’t it just that Mercury brought up that point in her next statement, assuring him that she would never complain about seeing him in the gold banana hammock but she did appreciate a finely dressed man. “Well you know I am always one phone call away and you can have me with or without the banana hammock. No mínimo, ficarei feliz em te dar minha banana.”

    Deciding not to be rude, the former Souls member stepped over to the newest addition to the table and introduced her properly, or as properly as one could considering. “Alright, I don’t speak whatever the hell you’re speaking. What is amigo combativo?” she demanded to know, leering at the mustachioed man.

    “It means lovely friend,” he suggested.

    “It means combative friend. Hi, I’m Caecilius Moriarty, an old friend of Dorian and Gren’s,” Scourge offered, stepping around to offer his hand.

    She glanced at the offered hand for a long moment, an unimpressed look on her face before she finally reached out and shook it quickly. “Well at least you’re honest, Caecilius,” she remarked before she turned her head to Mercury, who had begun to speak. She agreed that they hadn’t met and outlined the reason, which caused Vriko to narrow her eyes. The pause between the rest of her sentence and prison break was wide and the sister of Mythal was not so lost on her social abilities not to pick up on it. It was a telling pause and as her suspicions began to take hold, Mercury continued. She spoke of her pleasure to meet her and then name dropped Gren, Mythal and the bitch’s name all in one go while also raining compliments down on her. And then came the reveal of her name and Vriko’s eyes widened, somehow gaining even more size as she stated she was engaged to Gren’s son.

    “Are you fucking kidding me?” she practically hissed. You’re Gren’s girlfriend? And you’re fucking him and his son? By the fucking Goddess, you’re as big of a slut as he is.” Absolutely unbelievable. When Gren had told her about Mercury, he had clearly left out a lot of details. Here Vriko had figured Gren was two-timing two women, which was surprising considering how considerate and caring he was. He’d insisted they knew about one another and were fine with the arrangement but one can only take the words of anyone in a love triangle so far. But one of those women was actively attached to Gren’s own progeny? And she was so young. And so fucking attractive.

    That was a weird thought. Vriko gave a shake of her head even as Scourge spoke up. “I’m sorry, did you say that Mercury is also sleeping with Gren as well?”

    “She was last I checked. He ain’t one for details but sounds like she was flooring him something good,” Vriko was more than happy to continue the conversation and push past the strange, uninvited thought that had come in her head for no reason whatsoever. Granted, the man who introduced himself as Scourge was also very easy on the eyes.

    What the fuck was happening?! As Vriko wrestled with a surprising inner turmoil, Scourge turned to Mercury with a look of utter shock. After a long moment, a wicked, impressed grin spread across his face. “Game recognize game, baby,” he said, thrilled and clearly excited by the news. Still needing to play his cover, he took her face between his hands and gave her a long, deep kiss. As he pulled away, he lowered his voice. “I honestly can say I have never been more attracted to you.”

    “And who the hell is this guy to you? Are you playing around behind Gren’s back? Or…?” Vriko paused, the pieces of the puzzle starting to connect. The sister of Mythal was not widely aware of the greater workings of the world and its societies but she knew enough to know what she was witnessing and hearing about was strange. Maybe that’s why her mind was rushing to keep up. Gren was in a relationship with Themesycia and Mercury but considering how casual that seemed, it was probably safe to say that it was casual outside of that as well? All three outside could probably watch as Vriko worked it out.

    “It’s a strange world, Vriko. Best not to think on it too hard. Much easier to just roll with it,” Scourge said with a chuckle.

    “See, that’s what I told her. Hell, that’s what Gren told her. She needs to expand her worldview, experience life rather than judge it behind a brilho e uma carranca,” Dorian interjected.

    “You’re just saying that because you’re the one that put me in this ridiculous outfit,” Vriko hissed. She even made a show to point at several different facets of her dress and even cup her chest and hold them up in annoyance. “This thing gives no support and no protection.”

    “Well maybe not the protection you’re used to but that’s the protection you aren’t meant to worry about tonight, certa?”

    By that point, the dealer was staring at the group, wondering if they were going to keep talking or actually play. But as it seemed, they were leaving; Mercury checked her phone and told Scourge that their time playing had come to an end. Agatha had been reached out by one of the house managers and the owner of the casino was hoping that she would be willing to provide a short but no doubt memorable bit of entertainment for some guests in one of the other rooms. That factor caught both Vriko and Dorian’s attention. “So then you are-”

    “Ah, don’t worry, Dorian. I’ll explain on the way,” Scourge interrupted quickly, offering his hand to help Mercury up after she had gathered her chips. She turned to the new pair and asked if they would be joining them, as hearing Agatha sing would be a reward in and of itself. “I already asked them to join us, actually. It seems we have similar business. Shall we, my love?” he asked Mercury, reaching down and sliding his hand to take a hold of her rear and guide her from there.

    “Shall we, darling?” Dorian turned to Vriko and looked like he was about to make a similar movement. But she caught his hand before it got too far.

    “Try it and I’ll cut it off,” she hissed at him.

    “Worth a shot!” Dorian said with a shrug before he opted to offer her his arm. She rolled her eyes in annoyance but lamented, sliding her arm through his. With each pair attached to one another, Scourge would guide them out through the hall they had come from.

    As luck would have it, no one else was currently in the long tunnel, giving them ample time to talk. “Our new friends here are also in hopes of meeting the owner. It seems he has a certain artifact that they’re hoping to… haggle on,” Scourge explained, doing his best to still make his comments generic, lest there were security cameras hidden nearby.

    “Yes, Vriko and Gren had heard about such an artifact. They reached out to me as they know I have been a cliente recorrente -- returning customer. I have an open invitation and am allowed to bring a guest so I invited Vriko to join me in hopes of meeting the owner.”

    It would not be hard to figure out that given Vriko’s state of dress, she had also come under the guise of seducing Genesis. There was a glance away on her part as Dorian turned to look at her over the matter, refusing to acknowledge him or the statement either way.

    “As it turns out, we are hoping for the same thing. We came here with another couple -- Ruzatz and Agatha de la Cavalleria,” Scourge explained.

    “The owners of Lusty Titans? I believe our mutual friend has been visiting them lately,” Dorian added.

    The mention of the name caught Vriko’s attention, bringing her gaze back. During her time training with Serethar, there were very few names that stood out. But she remembered Ruzatz; he was one of two names that Serethar had insisted she must never antagonize or upset for any reason. As she had grown older and learned a little more about the pantheon that Faera belonged to, she’d discovered exactly where Ruzatz had control over. Lust, desire, sexual and sensuality. Aspects and emotions that she, herself, had never experienced or even thought about. Up until that evening, she’d never really found any one person attractive in her eyes. And now, suddenly, she was eying Mercury and Scourge and she felt a flutter within her core she’d never felt before. Was this Ruzatz’ influence?

    She didn’t realize that she was staring at Mercury’s ass as she was lost in thought. Once she did realize it, her gaze darted away, hoping above all things that no one had noticed it.

    When they arrived at the lobby, an attendant came up to them and insisted they follow him. With Agatha accepting the opportunity to perform, the rest of her party would be given exclusive, VIP seating to view the event. The attendant pressed his hand against a solid wall and it magically opened up into a hallway leading upwards. What, once again, felt like a rather short walk actually took them deep into the underbelly of the building and as they emerged into an open room, they would find a similar vibe to the alleyway from before. They arrived on a balcony, with its own private bartender and bar, and several chairs seated around smaller tables. The balcony overlook a colorful vibrant room that was absolutely throbbing with sound. Several tables were set up on the ground floor, with some open space near the back for those that wanted to stand. The balcony circled around the entirety of the room, sectioned off by walls. Carved, marble columns stood one either side of a stage that was ‘covered’ by an elegantly carved and treated archway, not unlike what could be found in Hosenka. Three holographic strippers were dancing on the stage to the music, already fully nude and moving around digital poles.

    “Nice place, huh?” Ruzatz said as he stepped away from the bar to greet them. His gaze shifted to Dorian and Vriko. “New friends, it seems. Ruzatz de la Cavalleria,” he said, offering his hand.

    “Dorian Black. I believe we have a common friend. Big, blond and hunky,” the former Souls member said as he took Ruzatz’ hand in his.

    “Ahh, absolutely. It is always a pleasure to meet some of his friends.” Then he turned to Vriko. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss…?”

    “Vriko. Just… Vriko,” she said, trying to temper her tone into its usual place but finding her voice wavering a bit. She offered her hand and he, in one swift movement, took it and placed a kiss upon the top of it. This time it was a tremble that carried itself down through her legs and back up. Yes, these new sensations absolutely had to be coming from this gorgeous man.

    “May I be so bold as to say that you look devastatingly beautiful tonight, Vriko?” Ruzatz said, offering her a friendly, if not charming grin.

    “I… uh… thank you.” Her usual obstinate attitude completely shattered, all she could do was find a way to thank him quickly and take back her hand. She could feel a blush threatening to overtake her face and turned to face the stage. “This music is grating,” she finally found something she could complain about genuinely.

    “I’m sure it’ll only be on for a few more moments. I believe the owner is about to welcome everyone and then introduce my wife,” Ruzatz explained.

    As if on cue, the music was lowered slowly and the images of the strippers faded into nothing. A big spotlight lit up the center of the stage. And from behind the curtain emerged Genesis. He was just as he looked in his images provided by Mercury, Hosrius and Blade, save that he was wearing a dark suit with a green vest, a purple shirt and a green tie. As he stepped onto the stage, the crowd erupted into applause, the thundering noise causing the very air to vibrate. He grinned wide and held up his hands, presenting himself for their adoration and then taking a deep bow. The applause continued on until he finally raised his hands once more and gently urged them to settle down.

    “Good evening ladies, gentlemen and the beautiful techni-color rainbow in between,” Genesis’ smooth, vibrant voice reverberated inside the chamber. Indeed, the music had been shut off all over the island and turned to listen to the owner’s address. “I am Genesis, the owner and operator of O Palácio Flutuante. And it is absolutely wonderful to have you all here in celebration of the Fall Equinox.” Another thunderous applause followed before settling. “As many of you know, when the last owner passed away and granted me the rights to this property, I was a bit… green in terms of its operation.” A joke that earned him a loud laugh. “Following in the footsteps of my predecessor proved difficult, as he had made friends and connections with some, shall we say, shady people and businesses? Now I won’t pretend I am the most law-abiding citizen ever born but I had reached a point in my life where the thrill of being involved in organized crime just wasn’t… thrilling anymore. I’d grown tired; worse, I’d grown bored. So with that in mind, I looked at O Palácio Flutuante in a new light. A hub for organizations the world over to come together, experience a little improper but not illegal excitement and happily lose millions of jewel to the house.” Yet another laugh from the crowd. “I’ve worked hard over the past two years to make sure this place, this mecca, was something that was protected from those that once called it home and those that would take it for more malicious reasons. And it is thanks to you, our wonderful guests, that we’ve managed to scrub away the dirt and grime that used to cover O Palácio Flutuante’s reputation and make it a shining jewel. So above all things, I wish to offer my deepest thanks to each and every one of you.”

    His words drove the people to stand, clapping for both themselves and his humble words. He let the moment carry on, nodding gently as he scanned the shadowed faces with pride. After several long moments of applause, he once more held his hand to quiet them, even as a microphone began to rise up from a trap door before him. The curtains were beginning to open and a half orchestra was revealed behind, prepped and ready. “But enough of listening to me talk, especially when we quite the honored guest tonight to kick off our celebration. Ladies and gentlemen, there are few words that can truly encapsulate our honored guest. charming, humble, a virtuoso and as beautiful as the dawn itself. Please everyone put your hands together and help me in welcoming Agatha de la Cavalleria!”

    He would begin the applause, turning and waiting for her approach. As she came onto the stage, he would stay in place until she was very nearly at him before he would step to her and offer his hand and, like everyone else felt compelled to do, would take it up and kiss it gently. “Agatha, it is enchanting to meet you in person. I have followed you for years and am truly moved to have you here tonight.” When Genesis spoke this time, his microphone, wherever it was, had been turned off and it was just him talking to her one on one. “Thank you for being so gracious as to agree to perform. Truly, I can think of no one better to share the stage with.” With that said, he bowed and stepped aside for her to head up to the microphone.

    “Well I’ll give him this,” Scourge said. “He sure talks a good game.”

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 24th September 2022, 9:53 pm

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Well, Vriko certainly didn’t seem to sound too pleased with Mercury’s introduction, the women growling in frustration and going on a miniature tangent about her knowledge that Mercury was sleeping with both Gren and Vandrad, straight up calling her a slut. Mercury chuckled at the slur. “Just a little. I’m happy to hear Big Daddy talks about me when I’m not around, though. That man is a dream.” The Xocili sighed wistfully at the very thought. She would have to find some time to see Gren soon. They hadn’t had much time alone since she’d returned to Earthland, and she greatly missed his company and the way he treated her in private.

    It seemed that Scourge was apparently not aware that Mercury was sleeping with Gren, and so he asked about it, only for Vriko to confirm that Gren had alluded to at least a certain level of what their conquests had been like. Mercury patted Scourge gently on the arm. “Oh, honey. I’ve slept with just about the entirety of Vandrad’s family, though admittedly Gren is a bit of a special… recurring case. Quite honestly, if I had met Gren first I don’t think Vandrad would have stood a chance and he is well aware of that fact. It’s great, though: Vandrad only knows I’ve slept with Gren, Themmy, and Simon at the moment. Oh and Bartrand, but Bartrand was involved in that bit with Agatha we discussed earlier. At this point I’m just waiting to see how long it takes him to figure the rest out. I’ve got a full blown bingo card I’m trying to fill out, though sadly I don’t think I’ll ever get to punch out Mythal or Serilda’s squares – they’re depressingly monogamous.”

    Well she certainly stirred something in Scourge, as the man was utterly floored by the news. His expression quickly turned to a shit eating grin and he remarked how impressed he was before taking her face in his hands and planting a deep kiss on her. Mercury hummed happily and leaned right into it until he finally pulled away, admitting he’d never found her so attractive before. Mercury would have commented but was cut off by Vriko suddenly demanding answers about the Xocili’s relationship with Scourge, accusing her of cheating behind Gren’s back. Mercury’s brow rose, intrigued by how protective Mythal’s sister had apparently become over the older man. Yet Vriko, it seemed, was starting to put some pieces together. Mercury could almost pinpoint the exact moment when things slid into place for the black haired beauty.

    “Honestly, it’s Vandrad’s fault for introducing me to his family. I never used to be this much of a whore, but the du Wolffs are a very persuasive and infectious bunch. He was more than aware of what he was bringing me into.” She chuckled and drank some of her whiskey. Scourge and Dorian did their best to encourage Vriko to broaden her world view, though the woman was having none of it, insisting that Dorian was the only reason she was in such an unsupportive and exposing garment. “Mm, but girl it does everything for your legs.”

    Luckily, it seemed that Dorian and Vriko would be going to the impromptu concert with them, Scourge explaining that the other couple was apparently there on similar business. “Oh, well then by all means, let’s go watch Agatha knock out an entire room at once.” She fell right into Scourge, happy to be attached to his hip. Dorian attempted a similar feat with Vriko, who promptly informed him which life choice would allow him to keep all of his limbs. “It’s alright, Dorian honey. You can put your hand on my ass,” Mercury offered playfully.

    Along the way they found themselves with a moment of privacy, in which Scourge elected to get everyone on the same page. “An artifact, huh? Well if you have any details you’re willing to share, I’ll happily keep my ears and eyes peeled for it. Getting my hands on items of value is sort of what my guild is known for.” Luckily for Vriko, she seemed unaware that Mythal’s sister was watching her backside as they watched.

    Soon enough an attendant flagged them down, recognizing them as part of Agatha’s entourage and guiding them to a private balcony in a rather illustrious amphitheater. Ruzatz was waiting for them there, the man eagerly going to acquaint himself with Dorian. He also introduced himself to Vriko, who was unsurprisingly caught off guard by the stupidly attractive and charming man, stammering a bit at his compliments before hurriedly changing the conversation to complain about the current music. But as the Prime Sin explained, they wouldn’t have to endure it for long, and as if the universe were listening the music died down and the lights on the stage shifted.

    Out walked Genesis, practically the entire company on the balcony peering forward to take a good look at him. Mercury zoomed in on him with her eyes. “My stars, it should be illegal for a man to have that jawline.” The pictures of him, frankly, did not do him justice… which was saying a lot. She listened attentively as he gave a great speech about the history of the Palace and how he had acquired ownership of it, as well as some of the efforts he had done to turn it around. He had charm up the wazoo, easily working the crowd, all of whom obviously adored him. It was truly captivating to behold.

    Finally, he introduced Agatha while the curtain behind him was pulled back to reveal a half orchestra. A microphone on a stand also ascended from the floor as the redhead practically floated across the stage toward him to the cheers and applause of those out in the audience. Mercury couldn’t hear what Genesis said to Agatha as he took a moment to speak privately with her, though she could probably make some assumptions.

    Down on the stage, Agatha approached Genesis with a smile, the tall alien man meeting her the last few steps of the way. He took her hand and gave it a kiss, informing her that he had been a fan of hers for a couple years and was excited to have her perform in his establishment. “Believe me, Master Genesis, the pleasure and honor are all mine,” she informed him, making no effort to hide her somewhat wandering gaze. “A small performance is the least I can do to thank you for welcoming my husband and me into your spectacular enterprise. If you find yourself with some free time later, I’d love to have the opportunity to know you a little better.”

    Finally they separated, with Agatha approaching the microphone. “Let’s have another hand for Master Genesis, shall we?” As the crowd erupted once more, that gave her a moment to adjust the stand for her height. Then, as if she were letting everyone in on a secret, she leaned forward a bit, fanning herself as if she were experiencing a heat wave. “Goodness, he is handsome isn’t he? Nobody warned me. I’m not sure where my husband is out there, but darling, if you happen to lose track of me tonight, you know right where I’ll be.”

    Agatha giggled as the room laughed and cheered along with her. “Speaking of my husband, I figured I’d open with one of my more popular numbers. I wrote this song a few years ago when he and I were starting to become more serious. Wherever you are, Ruzatz my love, this one is and always will be for you.” Turning to give the orchestra a nod, the conductor took his stance, having already discussed with Agatha in advance the songs of hers they had taken time to rehearse in preparation for her arrival and discussed with her what order she would perform in.

    “I never thought that
    You would be the one to hold my heart
    But you came around and you knocked
    Me off the ground from the start

    You put your arms around me
    And I believe that it's easier for you
    To let me go
    You put your arms around me
    And I'm home

    How many times will you
    Let me change my mind
    And turn around
    I can't decide if I'll let you
    Save my life or if I'll drown

    I hope that you see right through my walls
    I hope that you catch me
    Cause I'm already falling
    I'll never let our love get so close
    You put your arms around me and I'm home

    The world is coming down on me
    And I can't find a reason to be loved
    I never wanna leave you but
    I can't make you bleed if I'm alone

    You put your arms around me
    And I believe that it's easier for you
    To let me go...

    I hope that you see right through my walls
    I hope that you catch me
    Cause I'm already falling
    I'll never let a love get so close
    You put your arms around me and I'm home

    I tried my best to never let you
    In to see the truth
    And I've never opened up
    I've never truly loved 'til
    You put your arms around me
    And I believe that it's easier for you
    To let me go

    I hope that you see right through my walls
    I hope that you catch me
    Cause I'm already falling
    I'll never let our love get so close
    You put your arms around me and I'm home
    You put your arms around me and I’m home”


    Mercury had listened with a soft, happy smile. She loved Agatha’s music, having researched and listened to anything she could get her hands on not long after meeting the woman. Much of the Hand’s music resonated with her, though this one was one of the more meaningful ones to Mercury. When it was over, she clapped and cheered along with everyone else, thrilled to see her friend in her element.

    But at the same time, she couldn’t deny that they still had a job to do. They knew were Genesis was, now. Though he had retreated off state, Mercury had marked his presence in her radars and knew that he was still nearby watching the performance. There was no overlooking the fact that this was a remarkably convenient distraction to potentially get some of their secondary objectives achieved, of which Mercury would be the best suited.

    So as Agatha prepared and started her second song, Mercury pulled out her card that she’d been given by Balt. The electronic device within was state of the art by Earthland standards, but not so much by her own. Her work wasn’t instantaneous, but it didn’t take too much more than a minute or so of connecting wirelessly to the item and adjusting the coding to unlock the master access that was hidden behind a few layers of encryptions and restrictions. With a smirk, she turned to the others.

    “Well, I’m sure we all know where this is going to go. Agatha has a nice clean opening to work her infinite charm, and no mere mortal stands a hope at resisting that. So I think I’m going to take this opportunity to do what I do best and go see what kind of trouble I can get into.” Pulling Scourge in, she gave him another hot kiss – purely to help with his cover, of course – before blowing a kiss to everyone else. “Don’t have too much fun without me, now.”

    And with that, she wandered out of the balcony and out into the hallway, eager to see what kind of things she could uncover. Stopping for a drink at a bar, Mercury took a moment to observe the room around her, taking note of some of the exits. There were several that had guards or attendants posted outside of them, but plenty of patrons walked through without being accosted, using their cards to prove they had access to the areas beyond. With a drink in hand, Mercury selected a door at random and approached it with the confidence and purpose of one that had every right to be where she was, scanning her card against the door and letting herself inside without being stopped by the attendants.

    Now this was her idea of a good night.

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    Post by hosriuscamnus 25th September 2022, 9:42 am



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    The entirety of his family..?

    It was a fact that Vriko simply couldn’t wrap her mind around. The look she must have bore on her face had to be a mix of horror, confusion and disgust. Mercury was even proud of it; though Gren was a proven special case and the woman even admitted that had she run into Gren before Vandrad, she may have very well been engaged to the elder. She called up Themesycia and the two pieces connected for Vriko, making her realize that Gren’s other woman was, in fact, Vandrad’s mother. This wild, insatiable, slut of a woman had slept with the mother and father of her fiance, along with someone named Simon. She was sad though, as she hoped to fill out her literal bingo card with Serilda and Mythal but it seemed they were the monogamous holdouts. She didn’t have much respect for the two Rune Knight leaders but in that moment, she gained just a bit more.

    It was unthinkable. Worse, the fact that whatever was in the air that made this woman attractive to Vriko almost made her sick to her stomach. And she was having reservations about even whoring herself out for the same of some stupid artifact. Her malice settled for a moment, remembering that the artifact was not, in fact, stupid and was actually important. Gods, this night could quite literally not get any worse. As she wrestled with that and demanded to know who this other man was that Mercury was going around with and then had to piece that together. Mercury admitted it wasn’t her own design to sleep with Vandrad -- it seemed that his family had a large part in her corruption, as it were. Apparently the du Wolffs were persuasive, which was a hardly veiled way of saying that they probably seduced her into it. So Vandrad’s own parents, his extended family, had actively pursued the woman he had eventually become engaged to?

    All this did was fortify for Vriko that families sucked. Her parents were terrible and Mythal was… well, he was Mythal. About the closest thing to family that didn’t bother her had been Gren and now seeing what he had been plowing, she was even reconsidering that. She couldn’t even deign to answer Mercury’s compliment about her legs in the outfit, ignoring the comment so as not to elicit any further ones. Her tumultuous mixture of disgust and attraction to Mercury was confusing and all she wanted to do was will herself past it. She had just enough fight to keep Dorian from assuming a similar position as Scourge and Mercury, only for the latter to offer the man an opportunity to hold her ass if he so chose. “A tempting offer and one I’ll happily take up later but for now, I’d rather not anger my devilish companion.”

    She wouldn’t have cared either way, save for the gnawing desire to put her hand on Mercury’s rear. Gods this was disgusting; she hated herself plenty but this was adding a whole new level. Worse off, as she drifted into her own thoughts, her eyes were beset on the plump ass that swayed in front of her, both watching and not paying attention to it at the same time. Finally her reverie broke when Mercury remarked on Dorian and Vriko’s reason for being there, asking about the artifact and offering to help look for it -- apparently her job in her guild required her to get items of value. As much as she hated to admit it but if that was her speciality… “It’s a book,” she stated curtly, clearing her throat. “Unique looking piece of garbage. Black plates for pages covers, with golden hinges and locks. It has a lock on the front of it in the shape of a pointed octagon or star or whatever. The owner inherited it from the last guy but no one knows if he still has it or not. If you see it, you let me know. I don’t want you taking it back to your guild and holding it hostage.” That came out harshly and she could even hear Gren’s voice in the back of her head telling her so. “Sorry. It’s… important to me and Gren. It would be… helpful if you can keep an eye out for it. Thank you.” All the lessons in manners from the old bastard were annoying but if it helped their case, then screw it, she could try to be nice for five seconds.

    “Well that was actually quite sweet for you, minha querida,” Dorian complimented her.

    “Cram it, mustache,” she defaulted back to her usual stance.

    “Hot as fire and cold as ice. You play with my heart so fiercely and eu adoro isto.”

    Once they had arrived at the balcony -- and Dorian and Ruzatz had been properly reintroduced -- the throbbing, annoying music finally settled and from behind the glittering curtain emerged the man of the hour. From where they sat, they got a good view of the entirety of the stage and they were close enough to make out some details but not enough to truly appreciate Genesis. Mercury, however, commented on the man-thing’s jawline, causing Vriko to look over at her with a cocked brow. The owner’s speech went off without a hitch and soon enough he was welcoming Agatha to the stage, his microphone cut off as he thanked her and complimented her for agreeing to perform. “I don’t have many engagements this evening so let’s say you and your husband join me in my penthouse suite? I’d love the opportunity to get to know you both a bit more intimately as well,” he replied to Agatha’s comment, his tone still modest but with a flirtatious undertone. With that, he finally stepped aside and granted her full access to the stage. As he walked towards the curtain, he turned and gave a generous bow and wave as Agatha once more asked for praise for him.

    He came around the curtain and then turned. The curtain was made up of magical material, allowing him to look through it was clear as day while the front of it was solid and hindered. He watched in amusement as Agatha commented on how attractive he was and warned her husband that if she got lost, he was sure to be the cause. Genesis’ assistant ran up to him, her short frame barely reaching his midsection. “Excellent speech, sir. Truly one of your best.”

    “You’re far too kind, Debrah. I’m just thrilled I got to share a stage with a knockout like Agatha de la Cavalleria. She is made of something else entirely. Make sure to update her and her husband’s cards to have access to my suite. Plan the authorization to last until tomorrow morning, at the very least,” he informed his assistant. If he had his way, he’d keep the two of them in his bed for the next few days but best not to jump to conclusions.

    The short woman wrote down his instructions. “There are a few dignitaries from some of the larger corporations here. They’re hoping you’ll be willing to invest in their ventures benefitting from the war.”

    Genesis sighed. “This idiotic war. No, Debrah, I don’t believe I’ll be meeting with them tonight. Tell them I have too many other engagements. Hell, feel free to tell them that I’m engaging with our lovely guest and I cannot be bothered to be pulled away from attending to her each and every need.”

    “You are nothing but honest, sir,” the woman informed him.

    “Thank you, Debrah. Now let’s be quiet and listen to her lovely melody,” Genesis commented as Agatha prepared for her first song.

    “Oh, this is my absolute favorite,” Ruzatz said, clapping lightly as he leaned forward.The rest of the group seemed quite engaged in listening to Agatha perform but, considering she had no idea of who Agatha was, Vriko stood up and walked over to the bar. If she was going to have to deal with this crap, she was going to need something to drink. She pointed at a bottle on the rack, signaling the bartender to pour for her. There she leaned as the music started and… it hit a chord. Slowly, without even realizing it, Vriko found herself compelled to turn around, her gaze wide and open as she faced the stage. For a woman that had been raised in a dark, dank place, she’d never experienced music fully. She had caught snippets here and there, especially after she had been saved by Serethar and was on the run, but none of it had really sunk in. There had been more important things on her mind.

    This was the first time she was hearing a song in its purest form -- not the garbage club music that had invaded and irrationally annoyed her. It was a woman singing from her heart, emotions and feelings that she had felt well and truly and had turned them into lyrics to express to the world. The entire world was forgotten around her and in the planescape of her mind, it was just her and Agatha, her words flowing through the air and directly into her ears. Words that reached in her places she had locked away, dark recesses of her emotional psyche that she had convinced were nonexistent or lacking due to her upbringing and her fate. Pieces of her that had only started to show after Gren had come into her life and forced her to address her damaged self and how to consolidate the pain she had been through. Images of Gren standing in front of her, ready and willing to put his life on the line to protect her flashed so bright and vividly that she almost felt like she was there again. She was nobody, nothing to him… and yet he had been prepared to protect her. It brought her back to the same problem she had been wrestling with since then; why had she pushed past him and done the exact same thing?

    The sound of rushing air in her air brought her back, still standing at the bar as the audience clapped for the end of the song. Her face was also wet and as she reached up with her hand to inspect it, she found water. Tears. She had been crying. Hurriedly, she wiped away the water and did her best to hide the dismay, her makeup, luckily, tear-proof so the damage done to her presentation was minimal. She looked over at the bartender, who was staring at her. “What? Never been moved by a song before?" she snapped at him, grabbing the poured drink and downing it in one gulp. Then she practically slammed the glass down on the bar.

    By that point, Agatha was already prepping her next song and was just getting into it. Vriko did her best to put it out of her mind until Mercury suddenly spoke up and insisted that, after knowing exactly how Agatha's performance was going to progress, she was going to go and get into some trouble. After planting a kiss on Scourge and blowing one to everyone else, she was off. Vriko watched her with narrowed eyed. What did she exactly mean by trouble? Better yet, what were her and the others needing Genesis for?

    It didn't matter; while Dorian said their goals aligned, Vriko didn't trust him or them. She waited a few moments longer before she walked out the same way Mercury had, easily slipping out while the rest were distracted by Agatha's performance.

    By the time she reached the bottom of the passage, Mercury was gone. Vriko glanced around a bit until she noticed the signs for the bathroom. She quickly hustled over to the ladies room and walked in just as another woman was walking out. Once in the dark enclosure, she became vividly aware to the fact that she wasn't alone and the few others in there were not publicly decent. Pairs of feet filled a few of the stalls and it didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening. Groaning in disgust, Vriko walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror briefly. Her eyes were red, agitated from crying. Gods how pathetic was she? Shaking off that moment of weakness, she reached in under her dress by her stomach. When she pulled it back out, she had a small fragment of a blade.

    It had bothered her greatly to break off shards of her swords but Gren had assured her they could be fixed to the point of pristine condition. Sighing softly, she took the fragment between her fingers and focused. “Darkness God's Shadow Form," she muttered softly. Instantly her entire body was enveloped of shadow, melting down into a wispy formation of vapor. It adjusted and shot up towards the ceiling, escaping into one of the open vents. It seemed Gren had been right -- while there were magic dampeners in place to keep people from activating their own magic or complete magic items, utilizing the piece of the sword hadn't actually been nullified.

    But she would only have limited time in that form. She had to get moving.

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    Mercury Arseneault
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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 25th September 2022, 4:40 pm

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    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Vriko was the last person that Mercury expected to open up about whatever artifact they were looking for. Everything she’d heard and observed about the woman screamed that she was the type of individual who would rather deal with things herself and tell you to screw off than accept help. It was a sign to Mercury of just how important this mission was to the woman. Mercury glanced over with rapt attention as Vriko explained they were looking for a book that had a black plated cover and gold hinges, complete with a lock. There was also an eight sided start on the top. Supposedly Genesis had inherited it from the prior owner, and should Mercury see it Vriko demanded that Mercury speak up, not interested in having to fight her for possession of it.

    Mercury raised a brow at the attack and would have commented but Vriko, even more surprisingly, stepped back and apologized. In a gentler tone, she admitted that the tome was important to both her and Gren and that she would be grateful for the additional help. After a quick back and forth between the black haired woman and Dorian, Mercury chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, sunshine. I’ll keep an eye out and if I see anything matching that description I’ll make sure you know right away.”

    The concert had kicked off to a great start, and Mercury utterly adored listening to Agatha sing. She had quite an effect on the crowd. However, there was more to be done and as much as Mercury could sit and listen to Agatha until the house managers had to mop up after the crowds, in her mind the matter of Genesis was already a done deal. As such, she decided that it was time to put her stronger talents to use. So off she went without much of an explanation, taking a turn into a room at random to test her card and make sure it worked. So far it seemed to be, but the room she’d turned into wasn’t exactly the most restricted access area. It appeared to be a more exclusive casino floor with tables that were marked with higher stakes bets. The high rollers, as it were. She needed to work her way into the underbelly of this syndicate, but without a map of some kind there was no way to know where she should go.

    Luckily, Mercury had prepared for this inevitability. Scourge had made them aware of the security measures in place long before they arrived her, and as such she had taken the time to prepare some tools for herself so she wouldn’t have to worry about needing to use her magic while there. Her eyes darted around until she spotted some vents running along the ceiling. With a mental command, a number of nanobots slipped free of where they had been hiding beneath the fur of her coat, the devices filtering into the vents and using the air conditioning system to seek out as many rooms as they could reach. Together, the microscopic drones began to build for Mercury a digital blueprint of the Palace bit by bit, though they would likely be at it for some time in order to map the entire building.

    Mercury took her time to be patient, picking a table that had gathered a small crowd and melding herself into the spectators. She stood there for a time, enjoying her drink, listening to Agatha’s continued performance through the sound system, and watching the rounds of gambling at the table while she observed the steadily growing map in her mind. After a few minutes she was able to note a few rooms of interest, including a room that appeared to have a collection of trophies, as well as an obvious vault. However, it was the server room that caught her attention when it came up. Mercury could do an awful lot of damage in a room like that, so naturally it was her first choice for investigation.

    Using her bots to determine the best route, she abandoned the table and exited the room once more. At first it wasn’t too much trouble to work her way through the various hallways and beyond. The doormen were, for the most part, used to people they didn’t recognize being able to come and go with a card that obviously worked. However, as the crowds got thinner, she noticed that the guards became more attentive. It wouldn’t be long before they started asking questions. As such, she had to start relying on her bots to notify her when she was approaching guards so she could duck out of sight until they passed.

    Eventually she managed to make it to the outside of the server room, which was adjacent to the security center. She could see that there were a number of guards inside. Deciding it was best to not cause too big of a commotion just yet, Mercury elected for a quieter approach. Using her sensors to make sure no one was in a trajectory to stumble upon her, she withdrew a small device from her dress and plugged it into the panel outside the door. The device quickly synced into the system and began to deactivate the local alarm devices. At the same time, the nanobots already in the room began to release a colorless, odorless gas around the room’s occupants. One by one in rapid succession they began to fall asleep at their stations. At least one person fought through enough to hit the panic button, but the signal never sent.

    Mercury walked in as the last guard was slouching into a slumber. With a delighted sigh and a soft smile, she passed through into the server room. It was about as grand as she had been expecting, a casino of this magnitude needing a bafflingly large computer system to run and keep track of everything. Finding the central node, Mercury cracked her fingers and got started, inserting herself wirelessly into the computer. The first thing she immediately did was upload some of her personal software that would put a number of defenses in place: antiviruses to protect herself from any measures the machine had been programmed to use in case of an invasion, as well as her own firewalls to make it harder to track her presence and electronic footwork. She also installed a harmless code that was meant to mimic a fast moving virus, though in truth it was harmless, more meant to be a distraction should anyone with access to the system happen to notice something suspicious.

    Knowing that she only had a finite amount of time, Mercury got to work rifling through the documents on file at the literal speed of light and downloading just about anything of interest that she could get her hands on. The first thing she searched for was the guest list, as well as the employee records. There were also records regarding the history of the Palace and its ownership. Curious, she opened those files and scanned through the information.

    What she found was… curious, to say the least. A lot of the files gave evidence that Genesis’ speech at the start of Agatha’s performance perhaps wasn’t as much of a fabrication as their little group had assumed. The former owner of the Palace certainly was a piece of work, and had his fingers dipped into a number of naughty pies, everything from drug distribution to smuggling of illegal goods, and beyond. But once the records indicated the man’s death and Genesis’ ownership, things began to change. A lot of crime involvement simply dropped off the map, save for what appeared to be a number of slave liberations out of Desierto and even Bellum – things that were crimes in those nations, but not really anywhere else.

    With time of the essence, she didn’t linger to dig through everything in great detail, taking some of the surface gleanings and downloading as much as possible to go over later. From there, she disengaged with the system and wandered back into the security room. Taking a seat at one of the desks, she hummed along to the current song Agatha was singing and started filtering through several of the cameras, specifically looking for ones in areas that her bots hadn’t quite reached yet. Eventually, she came across something peculiar. At first she didn’t really think much of the file room that was filled with a number of drawers, but then she paused. Why would a facility as high tech and state of the art as this have a room with turn of the century paper documents?

    It didn’t take long to dawn on her that whatever was in that room, it was something that they did not want to put at risk by loading it into a computer system. A computer, no matter how high tech and fancy, always had a chance of being hacked. Parchment paper did not. “Now, what could you possibly be hiding away in there?” she asked with a curious tilt of her head. Mercury wanted nothing more than to go find out, but the Palace was massive and the room was on the opposite side of the building from where she was. Frankly, the others at the concern were much closer, the very thought of which gave her an idea.

    She sent a picture of the room to the personal phone she’d given Scourge. A paper filing room, in a place like this? Knowing she didn’t need to explain anything else, the only other thing she sent along was a map of the area that could get him from his current location to the room. Then, as an after thought, she sent one more message. I’m making a few changes to the permissions on everyone’s cards. You’re all welcome.

    Rolling over to the computer that was clearly used to create and program the cards, Mercury did a quick search for the cards belonging to Scourge, Ruzatz, Agatha, Dorian, and Vriko. She also selected a few hundred cards at random, granting them all master access to the entire facility. Perhaps some unsuspecting bystanders would stumble into trouble and serve as unwitting distractions. However, she also made another change. Uploading some of her own coding into the computer, she installed a software into their cards that would offer limited shielding from the magitech installed in the building that dampened magic. They still would not be able to use magical devices, but as long as they had their cards on them they would have reduced access to any magical abilities that drew from an interior source. This access was only granted to their party, but Mercury was confident that the code was buried deep enough in layers upon layers of encryption that by the time anyone discovered the group of them would be long gone.

    It was while she was in the middle of wrapping up those changes that her internal monitors gave a soft ping to alert her that she was not alone in the system. Someone had gained access from a personal device. Curious, she followed the trail back to its source to see what they were looking into, only to find her staring at a live feed of herself from one of the cameras in the security room. Someone, somewhere, had caught on and realized something was amiss. Feeling cheeky, Mercury turned her face directly into the camera. With a devilish little smirk, she blew the device a small kiss before disconnecting the camera entirely. Then she elected to take one more precaution before leaving the room. Hopping back into the card database, she swapped over to the employee files, selected all of them – including Genesis – and lowered their accesses to the tightest restrictions possible.

    Ridiculously pleased with herself, she exited the security room, ripping the card panel off the wall with her bare hand to make it all the more difficult for anyone to get back into the room to fix her handiwork, and starting making her way toward her next destination.

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    Post by hosriuscamnus 25th September 2022, 6:02 pm



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    “Hey, where did Vriko go?”

    Agatha was well into her second song by the time that the former Dread Master began to wonder. Mercury had left of her own accord, bent on causing a bit of mischief, as was her nature. She’d parted with Scourge with a passionate kiss and then blown one to each of the rest of them before heading off. He was hardly surprised; when there was trouble that could be caused, there was little doubt that the Silver Wolf mage wouldn’t hop to cause it. But based on the minimal he knew about Vriko, it didn’t seem like her kind of bag to run off. Then again, maybe that wasn’t very true. He turned in his seat to look back and found the raven-haired woman missing as well.

    Dorian turned completely around and looked for her. “Filho da puta,” he cursed. “She must have run off to try and investigate on her own. She’s going to get the lot of us in trouble.”

    “I doubt that,” Scourge remarked. “Think of how long it took the Rune Knights to find her. It wasn’t because they aren’t remarkable trackers -- she was just capable of staying ahead of the game. I can’t claim to know much about her but I have a basic understanding of her more recent history, just based on public records. No doubt she found her own way to do some sneaking around. I’m guessing she wasn’t as keen to bargain with Genesis?”

    Dorian sighed. “I won’t claim to be a master of reading women… but I always had a feeling that she wasn’t going to go through with seducing him. Gren told me a bit but it didn’t seem in her nature. No, I imagine she thinks she can pull some kind of sleight of hand and rob him without being caught or, worse case scenario, intimidating him over the matter.”

    “I’m guessing she isn’t aware that he is a notorious criminal wanted in several star systems then?”

    Dorian frowned. “Star systems? What are you talking about?”

    Ruzatz chuckled. “Oh he’s an alien. Like full blown extraterrestrial. Well, technically he’s an alien homunculus. Created by the guy that was working for the Dread Masters, the one called the Engineer… who is also an alien.”

    Well there were no words to describe the utter shellshock on Dorian’s face. “Oops, I think I broke him.”

    “Well, that is quite a lot to throw on top of a man without warning. But he is used to dealing with gods and demons -- I’m sure a few extraterrestrials won’t take him too long to wrap his mind around.” Scourge added in with a slight grin. Right about that time, his iLac chirped to alert him to a message. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the Mercury-special device, clicking over to her message. She sent him a picture of a room and asked why a paper filing room would be in such a highly advanced building such as that? A curious question indeed -- paper was unhackable, making it far safer in terms of storage. It was relatively nearby, which meant that Mercury most likely was not. She must have been asking him to head over and investigate. A moment later, another message came in from Mercury, stating that she had made some changes to the permissions on their cards. He smirked as he typed back to her. Well aren’t you being naughty? I’ll check out the filing room -- keep me updated.

    “Well gentlemen, it seems I’m needed. I shall return shortly and, hopefully, not in cuffs of any kind,” Scourge said, standing to his feet.

    “Naughty. I’ll wait here for Agatha -- if I know my wife, she’s already talked Genesis into having a private session of bonding and if I’m lucky, she included me,” Ruzatz remarked as he sipped on his drink.

    “I’ll uh… stay here too and try to wrap my head around all of… this,” Dorian spoke, shaking his head gently.

    “Don’t worry, darling. How about I distract you? I’m sure I can come up with something to keep your mind off it,” Ruzatz said, already leaning over to Dorian with a wicked glimmer in his eye.

    It was tempting to stay and see exactly how Ruzatz was going to entertain Dorian but he had a mission. Adjusting his coat as he stood, the former Dread Master walked down the pathway that had brought them up to the private section and entered the main lobby once more. He took a gander at the text message again and then quickly spotted the best door that could lead him there. He walked up to it and after a quick glance around, he flashed his card on the security panel. It flashed green, allowing him through and through he went.

    Meanwhile, Genesis was completely enraptured by Agatha’s music. He stood behind the curtain, eyes closed, allowing himself to slip away with the dulcet tones of her voice. It wasn’t until he felt his own device vibrate that he was taken out of his reverie. At the same time, one of his personal guards came rushing up. “Sir, we think we have a breach.”

    “Do we now? Let’s see,” Genesis remarked, reaching into his pocket and pulling up his phone.

    “Our security panels are indicating that an authorized card moved through the halls heading right to the server room. No one should be heading back there, as the staff inside are all accounted for. Then I checked this,” the guard continued, turning the electronic pad to showcase vital signs. All of the server room guards were alive and well but there was indication of neuro-activity unlike that of someone that was awake. Unconscious then.

    “Well time to backdoor in then,” Genesis stated as he pulled up the security application and activated his overwatch program. He flipped right to the server room to find a woman sitting there. She paused almost immediately after he had eyes on her and then turned, looking directly at the camera. With an impish grin, she blew him a kiss before the camera lost its feed. Genesis’ brows rose in surprise… before settling in with his smirk. “A naughty little bird. Do we have an imprint of the card that was used?”

    “Yes, it seems to belong to Mercury Arseneault. Records show that she was Mister Moriarty’s guest.”

    “Yes, that is hardly surprising. Caecilius -- or rather Scourge -- shows up for the first time in almost two years and he brings along a mysterious date,” Genesis said, already switching to a different program and looking up Mercury’s public information. There wasn’t a whole lot outside of her guild record, showing that she was an Ace at an independent guild called Silver Wolf. Oh and the fact that she was supposed to be dead, killed almost a year ago at that point. He smirked. “Oh what fun. First a show and now some direct entertainment. If I’d had a birthdate, I would think it was today.”

    “Do you want me to shut down everything and have the guests evacuated?”

    “Not necessary. Let Agatha continue her performance unhindered and let the guests go about their business. No need to send people packing away for something like this,” Genesis explained, now turning and walking towards the back exit. “I’ll go and deal with this personally.”

    “Do you still want us to update Mister and Misses de la Cavalleria permissions and bring them up to your suite?” His assistant asked, having fallen in step with him and the guard.

    Genesis sighed. “It is my great shame to admit that I may have to reconsider that. Let’s hold off on that for now. I’d like to see what this Miss Arseneault is up to first before I make any final decisions.” Truth was, he had several ideas. He had a feeling that getting the chance to be intimate with Agatha and her husband was going to be off the table, depending on what would happen in the next few minutes. As he approached the back entrance, he flashed his card to walk through…

    Only to hit a solid surface, even as the security panel flashed red and chirped angrily at him. He took a step back, confused. He waved the card once more and it declined him yet again. “Mmm a crafty bird who can hack our technology.” This was getting exciting. “Alert security and staff that there is a slight hiccup in the security system. All doors that are off limits will be sealed for them. No reason to panic, just have them stay on guard.”

    “But… how are you--?” The assistant started to ask.

    Genesis reached up and swiftly moved his hand in front of the door, blindingly quick. As his arm came to rest at his side, everyone could see a black drawn outline of Genesis against the door and a moment later, the solid surface fell into the hallway. Genesis turned to look at his assistant. “And call our contractor. He’ll have to replace several doors.” The homunculus said with a small chuckle, the two fingers he’d used to carve out still sizzling slightly. “Escort Miss de la Cavalleria back to the balcony once she is finished and give her my utmost thanks for her generosity.”

    With that, Genesis walked through the opening, perfectly fitting inside the outline, and moved through the hallway. Whoever this Mercury Arseneault was, she was looking to cause a bit of trouble. Luckily for her, he liked trouble and it had been so long since he’d dealt with a proper impish intruder. The thrill of seeing her turning and blowing a kiss to him filled his veins with adrenaline and arousal, the homunculus grinning in spite of everything that was happening.

    When Vriko felt her inner magic return, she was taken aback. She shifted her shadow to dash through a vent and into a hallway, landing in the empty passageway. She once more took on her normal form, looking down and flexing her muscles as a test. It had taken Gren quite some time to teach her to feel the ‘magic’ that she possessed, learning how it cycled along with her bloodstream. As she understood it, it was different from other people, given her abilities. But she felt her strength renewed.

    Loud banging caught her attention, her crimson gaze snapping up to look down the way. “Hey! Someone open the door!” A voice called out.

    “If they could, they would. Something is wrong. Maybe a technical glitch?”

    “Not again. You weren’t here when they installed these things but they were finicky back then. People would get stuck in hallways all the time, sometimes up to an hour.”

    Vriko rounded the corner to see two guards facing the door. As she looked at them, one turned about idly and spotted her. “Oh cripes!” he exclaimed, reaching for his firearm. The sister of Mythal reacted quickly, dashing to him in the blink of an eye and sweeping his leg out from under him. As he hung in the air, she delivered a side kick into his chest with the same leg, sending him slamming into the wall. As the other guard whirled around, she kicked his legs out from under him and then pressed the heel of her shoes against his neck, pinning him to the wall.

    “If you value your life, you’ll answer some questions,” she hissed at him, pressing her heel a little tighter to deliver her point.

    He grabbed at her leg, trying to push it off and finding no purchase. Finally he nodded or nodded as much as one could with a heel buried in his neck.

    “Good. I’m looking for something your master has in his possession. A black book with a star shaped lock on it. Where can I find it?”

    The man gurgled slightly and she pulled her heel back just enough to clear his airway. He coughed a bit before he found his voice. “It’s uh…” he tried to think. He’d seen it somewhere, which meant it couldn’t be in the vault. Had it been one of the galleries? Her heel pressed back in when he didn’t answer and he fumbled through his memories trying to find it. Finally he did and he tapped her leg aggressively, earning himself some air. “The suite. It’s in Master Genesis’ suite!” he said between coughs.

    Vriko nodded softly. If it had been in some kind of vault, that may have been a problem. But a suite… she couldn’t imagine that was that hard to break into. “Where is his suite?”

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 25th September 2022, 8:49 pm

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    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    It didn’t take Scourge long to reply to her message, confirming that he got the information and that he’d look into the matter. She would have sent him a flirty reply about her being naughty but that was when she got the alert that someone was watching her. She supposed it could have been Genesis, as surely he would have a personal device that allowed him access to the system. But statistically speaking, it was just as likely that it was a head of security figure whose job it was to take control over an incident such as this. Unfortunately, this was one instance in which there really was no way of knowing. She supposed she could have kept herself tapped into the cameras or even used her own drones to see if she could spy back on whoever was there, but the building was so large and filled with so many people, patrons and employees alike, that by the time she found out who was on the other end she would have wasted half the night and her opportunity to poke her fingers into the pie.

    So instead, she merely blew a playful little kiss to let the other person know that she was well aware of them before cutting off their access to the camera in question. Whoever they were, no doubt they were scrambling to address the major breach without alerting any of their guests that there was an issue of any kind – a fact that she was banking on. Any person with even a little bit of intellect would know that few things were as dangerous and disastrous as a panicked crowd. Her business in the security room completed, Mercury left, making sure to make it as difficult as possible for anyone to get back into the room she’d left.

    With Scourge investigating the file room, Mercury was at a momentary loss for what to do next. She had already achieved at least one part of their secondary objective, but the rest of that objective wasn’t necessarily cut and clear. They couldn’t really know what to investigate without some kind of exposure or suspicion of things that were worth investigating. But after only a second or two of thought she remembered the book that Vriko had described to her. Pulling up her blueprints, she located the vault and trophy room. Those would be good places to start. And even if the book wasn’t there, surely other items of interest would be.

    Picking one at random, Mercury walked in the direction of the trophy room at a comfortable pace. There was no need to rush, as far as she was concerned. The night was still young, the staff were going to have a near impossible time getting through any of the doors without alerting the guests that something was terribly wrong, and her sensors would easily tell her when anyone was getting close by with more than enough time to either dodge them or simply knock them out along the way.

    Getting inside the trophy room was a fairly effortless endeavor, considering her master access clearance. It was certainly an impressive collection. Mercury honestly could have spent quite a bit of time in a room like this just taking stock of everything. It was very difficult to keep from stealing anything in the interest of taking it back to Silver Wolf. Letting a few of the artifacts slip through her fingers was very nearly an act of heresy as far as her guild was concerned, especially when it came to stealing from a presumed criminal organization – no one cared about stealing from criminals. Well, except maybe Mythal and Serilda, but that was really more the principle in general rather than any kind of empathy.

    Somehow, she was able to restrain herself and kept from touching anything, though there were a few things that she definitely examined in great detail and took thorough notes on for later. Maybe she’d come back later after all this was over and there was a little more time to allow for distractions. But for now, she stayed focused. Pacing the room quite a bit, she looked over each nook and cranny, even using her various vision settings to search for anything that might be hidden. There was plenty of interest, but nothing matching the book that Vriko described. With a shrug, she exited and made toward the vault instead.

    It was a little bit of a trip to the vault, which smartly was not kept right next to the other room of valuables, but it wasn’t so far away as to be an unreasonable destination. Unsurprisingly, the vault was going to be a bit more difficult to get into than other places. Much like the file room, this area had a bit more of an old school approach. There was next to no electronic technology associated with the door, and the handle was a big turn style wheel with a series of combination dials. She whistled softly. “Someone’s making me work for my money, today.”

    Turning on her xray vision, Mercury attempted to study the interior mechanisms only to find the steel plating on the door too thick for even her vision to penetrate – though frankly, that just made the experience more challenging, and thus more fun. On the surface it seemed pretty standard, if excessive, but her gut told her it wouldn’t be so simple. There was only one way to find out. Picking the top dial, Mercury put her ear against the door, her enhanced slayer hearing more than enough to help her listen for the distinctive clicks of  the tumblers falling into place. One by one she dealt with each dial in order, working out the three individual numbers for each until she was satisfied that she’d gotten everything correct. Humming merrily to herself, she took hold of the wheel and turned…

    Only for the door to remain locked. A number of clicks and whirls reached her ears as the gears reacted but remained locked. Mercury frowned at the door slightly before her lips tugged into an excited smirk. Whatever this door was, it had some kind of trick to it. Now all the more eager, she set to work at solving the puzzle. It didn’t take too long, but it did still consume a couple minutes of her time to test around with the mechanics to work out that the dials needed to be turned in a certain order, as did the wheel on the door.

    Finally, the door opened and she was treated to quite the sight inside. There was an immense amount of valuable inside, ranging from gold and jewelry to powerful artifacts and more. It was quite the retirement package. A rough estimation calculated several billion jewels worth of items. Unfortunately, the moment she opened the door her sensors picked up on a silent alarm going off, the mechanics of which had likely been hidden behind the thick plating of the door that even she couldn’t reach. She now likely had a more pressing time limit to be in and out. No matter. Mercury wasn’t really interested in most of the valuables within anyway.

    A quick but thorough search of the room yielded no results for the book. On the one hand it was disappointing and mildly annoying. On the other, it was a heightened challenge the likes of which she rarely got to tackle. Exiting the room and shutting the door behind her, Mercury took a moment to think about her next move. Where else would it make sense for this tome to be hidden? The facility was bafflingly large and even had multiple floating islands. There was nothing to say that the book was even in the main building, or frankly that Genesis even had it at all – though she trusted that Dorian’s information was probably good. So where else could she search? Her drones had mapped out near about the entire structure by this point and there really weren’t any other storage rooms of interest.

    But there was a penthouse.

    Now that was a wicked thought. Did she dare break into Genesis’ own rooms? What a silly question. Of course she was. Hell, her feet were already moving before she had even consciously decided on the matter. Even if the book wasn’t there, surely there would be something worthwhile for her time and efforts. However, she would likely have to be a little more crafty about this one. At this point it was safe to assume she was being tracked to some degree, and she wanted to buy herself as much time in the suite as possible. So she took an indirect route that involved several back and forth detours in the wrong direction, sometimes going up levels, sometimes going down. Anyone tracking her card usage was likely more than a little baffled.

    And then she decided to up the ante. Delving back into the coding on her card, she once more screwed with the settings. She maintained master access but added a layer of variables that was sure to throw her pursuers off. Namely, she made it so that every time she swiped her card it would grant her access under a completely random name, making it next to impossible to simply track her by her own identification. Then to add a little more fun into the mix, she edited the coding in some of her drones so that the card readers would treat them like security cards, causing doors in the area to open at random under ever changing names.

    Finally, she managed to make her way to the entrance of Genesis’ personal suite. This was the one door she had to be more careful about. Any random name would be an instant red flag. Truthfully she would be on a time limit the moment she opened the door, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t buy herself a few extra minutes by using the only name that someone wouldn’t think twice about: Genesis. Swiping her card, the door opened and she slid right in, closing it behidn her.

    It was an incredibly modern and clean space, one she liked very much in fact. The main door opened into a small hallway that expanded out into an open concept space with a large L shaped couch and a small heated pool that was filled with rose petals. To the right was a kitchen space behind a wall of glass that reached up to the ceiling with large sliding doors that allowed wide access. Beyond the kitchen and dining area was a stairway leading up with a glass banister that she assumed lead to bedroom areas. There was also a private helicopter pad.

    With a small whistle of appreciation, Mercury tossed out a few more drones to sweep the area, swapping her eyes to xray to look for anything hidden, though there surprisingly wasn’t so much as a hidden room. More surprising, however, was that it would not take her long at all to find what she was looking for. A glass display in the dining area held a number of curious items within it, one of which was a book perfectly matching the description that Vriko had given. Taking a mental screenshot of it, she sent the picture to Ruzatz, whom she assumed was keeping his nose relatively out of trouble for the moment, along with a message reading,If it is safe to do so, would you mind passing this along to Dorian and Vriko? I’m in Genesis’ suite.

    She was, of course, completely unaware that Vriko had run off to do her own thing and was no longer with the rest of the group. Unfortunately, a quick scan of the display case informed her that there was also a silent alarm system installed in the case. She’d have to bypass it before she could get her hands on the book, at least if she wanted to do so without shattering the thing entirely and causing a much bigger scene. Mercury was about to get started on that very process when her sensors picked up that someone was making their way slowly to her location. While it wouldn’t take her long to get into the case, the individual would surely be there before she was finished. So for now she left it alone and simply decided to ready herself for some company.

    The Xocili peaked in the fridge and stole a beer, easily flicking the cap off. Taking a moment to browse a selection of books on a shelf, she picked one of moderate interest to her and moved over to one of the cushioned lounge chairs that were set out by the pool. Mercury took a seat, the slit of her dress pulled down by gravity in the process to leave one of her legs more or less on full display. And that was where she elected to wait, idly drinking a beer and reading a book while she lounged comfortably in Genesis’ quarters like she had any right to be there, eager to see who her new playdate was going to be.

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    Post by hosriuscamnus Yesterday at 9:44 am



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747


    Whatever Mercury had done, it sent everything into lockdown.

    As Scourge walked through the hallway, he could hear the voices of guards in adjoining hallways and rooms trying to get out and finding their ways blocked. The former Dread Master chuckled softly as he glanced down at his card… only to suddenly feel a surge of power. His power. It seemed that the Silver Wolf mage had also disengaged the devices that nullified their magics. Whether that was a wide-spanning effect or merely for the people in their group was up for debate. “Well she is certainly having her fun, isn’t she?” he asked as he approached the next door, waving his card to open it.

    A guard was standing on the other side and he looked utterly perplexed that the door had opened, especially for someone he didn’t recognize. “Who are you? How did you open that door?” he demanded, already fumbling for his baton.

    “Oh I’m nobody important. Just a guest looking to take a peek at that file room you have here. Mind pointing me in the right direction?” Scourge asked casually.

    “An intruder!” The guard correctly assumed, finally pulling his baton free and snapping it open.

    “I’m guessing that’s a no?” The former Dread Master’s answer came in the form of the baton coming right at him. With a smirk, he brought his arm up and  blocked the strike, bringing the baton to a dead stop before it snapped over his limb. “Well in that case,” Scourge shifted forward, bringing his other hand forward and slamming his palm into the man’s chest. The force of the hit sent him soaring backwards, his limbs flapping wildly as he flew backward several yards and crashed through the door at the opposing end of the hallway. It was enough to break the door inwards, practically knocking over the trio of guards that were on that side.

    The guard who had been hit groaned lightly, the impact of Scourge’s hit and crashing through the door taking all the fight out of him. The other three guards looked at him then up at the perpetrator, who was already walking towards them with a slight smirk. All three went for their firearms, even as Scourge ignited in a bright pink aura, his hair stiffening upwards and matching the same color. As soon as the firearms were up and pointed, he was gone, only a trail of light indicating he had even been there. The three followed the trail with their eyes as it led towards and past them.

    Scourge didn’t really give them a chance to fully turn before he dismantled them, a flurry of movement and hits that knocked two of them hard against the wall. The last one was kicked hard enough to turn him around but not take him out. Yet before he could recover, he found his ear suddenly and painfully trapped between Scourge’s fingers. Giving it enough of a wrench to cause the man to yelp, Scourge kicked the firearm out of the guard’s other hand and then stood there as the man pushed up on his toes and tried his hardest to reach back and release himself. “Now, now, let’s not get any naughtier. You don’t want to end up like your friends, right?” Scourge asked, gesturing to the crumbled masses on the ground. “Sore and probably with a few bruised bones. Don’t worry, I’m not here to kill any of you -- at least until I’ve assuaged my curiosities. Your leader talks a big game about being crime-free nowadays. I wonder if that is really the case and I believe that a certain filing room will help enlighten me. Shall we?” It was an unvoiced demand from the former Dread Master; the guard would lead him to the filing room or it was very likely he’d be missing an ear.

    The poor guard didn’t have much of a choice. Even as Scourge walked through doors and encountered other guards, he utilized both the captive man and his own abilities to render any obstacles in his way unconscious, somehow still managing to hold the guard by the ear at the exact same angle. Once it became obvious that nothing was going to get in his way, the guard simply gave into the demands, pointing at junctions as he bit back the pain. Finally, after a few moments of walking, they came across a door that was in far more secure shape than the others. “Well look at that,” Scourge remarked, eyeing the barrier. “You’ve been a wonderful guide. I believe you’ve earned a rest.” With that, he released the man’s ear, much to his excitement. But that joy was cut off when Scourge delivered a chop to the man’s collar, forceful enough to shut down his bodily and conscious functions and render him down and out. Scourge moved quick enough to catch the man by the back of his body armor and gently laid him down on the ground, if only to keep him from smacking his face hard into the floor.

    With his good deeds done for the day, it was time for a little light robbery. Scourge flashed his card once more and the door opened itself to him, revealing a room lined with filing cabinets. “Now this feels like a room with dirty secrets. Genesis, you clever little boy you.” Rubbing his gloved hands together, Scourge entered the room, eying the cabinets and trying to decide where to begin.

    In most cases, Genesis may have been tracking Scourge as well. But his attention was solely focused on Mercury. She had deactivated the camera in the server room after rendering the staff’s cards unusable. Now on the hunt, the homunculus was carving his way through doors quickly and efficiently, switching between screens on the overwatch system to try and track the woman. Cameras lined every single hallway and room within the casino so it was not hard to follow after her once he rapidly cycled through to find her. She was moving quickly, seemingly on path to get to the trophy room. Perhaps hunting for something of his or his predecessor's? She certainly had done everything she could to make sure she could get in and out without anyone getting to her. Even with his ability to slice through metal like paper, he still had to go across the entirety of the casino to get to her.

    Oh how exciting! He hadn’t dealt with a thrill like this in years! His rational side told him that he should forgo pursuing the woman and, instead, head to his suite and activate the safety lock on all the doors. That manual mechanic would forcibly open every single door on the casino, freeing the staff and allowing the guards to get back into the action again. But that was no fun, was it? No, she was trying to call him directly and it would be improper and rude not to partake in her invitation. She left the trophy room and headed in another direction. Rationally, if she didn’t find what she needed in the trophy room, then her next step would be the vault, no? That’s how he would have reacted if his prize wasn’t in one secure place. He grinned; it was clever but it would prove her downfall. The vault wasn’t so easily cracked open. Now confident that he would be on top of her -- and frankly he couldn’t help but imagine the many ways he would have enjoyed being on top of her -- in no time. He stopped focusing so much on his device and instead hastened his walk, cutting through doors and closing the gap that much quicker.

    This, ironically, would prove his downfall. It took him several minutes to cross the casino but soon he was there. He cut through the door leading to the vault with such confidence and swagger, fully expecting to catch her by surprise. But as he walked through the opening with a devilish smirk on his face, he froze. She was gone. The vault was closed. He glanced around, wondering if she’d hidden in some small corner but found nothing. Quickly he brought up his device once more and noticed the alert, now rectified, for the vault being opened. She had opened it but now it was closed. Was she hiding inside? No, that would be suicide. The depressurization was one thing but it would trap her in a box that she’d have no way out of.

    No, she had just cracked the code faster than he anticipated. “Mercury Arseneault, are you the woman of my dreams?” he asked in amusement as he switched back to the overwatch program. There were alerts everywhere, doors opening and recording different people for every one. She must have caught on to the fact that she was most likely being tracked and was now trying to cover her tracks. Did that mean she had gotten what she needed? He ran through the list of items and artifacts housed in the vault, any number of which would fetch her a pretty amount of jewel. She most likely didn’t have time to grab too many of the valuable resources.

    This did seem like the perfect getaway cover. But something in him told him it wasn’t that simple. Hardly anything ever was. Or maybe he hoped it wasn’t going to conclude in being that easy -- it would be quite the tease if it was. Rather than commit to that thought, he decided to cover his tracks. He put his techpad back in his pocket and then closed his eyes, focusing. He reached from deep within and, as he did, his body began to shimmer ever so slightly. He grunted in effort, baring his gritted teeth as the front of his form began to expand outwards. A mass of matter pushed out from him and then swiftly took the shape… of him! As the original Genesis relaxed and caught his breath, he took in the sight of the exact copy standing before him.

    “You head to the penthouse through the casino. I’ll go outside and survey it from the air,” Genesis A told his clone.

    The other nodded before smirking. “By the way, has anyone ever told you how handsome you are?”

    Genesis A chuckled and waved him off. “Oh you’re too kind, you handsome devil.” With the playful banter over with, Genesis B turned around and jogged out of the room, heading back the way he had come to find a path to the penthouse. Genesis A, on the other hand, turned and faced the wall adjacent to the vault door. His arm moved once more to carve through the metal but this time he leaned forward and caught the outline before it fell outward. The outside world lay just beyond the metal walls of the vault room and the cool night air rushed in to meet Genesis. He leapt through the hole, still holding the outline, and allowed his wings to stretch and begin to beat quickly. As they gained momentum to hold him up, he floated back up to the hole and replaced the cutout from the outside and then retraced the outline but at a slight angle and with less heat. This allowed him to fuse the metal back in place, securing it without outright repairing it.

    With that settled, Genesis once more closed his eyes before his entire body seemed to melt away. In truth, he had activated his biological camouflage, extending it over his suit as well so he disappeared completely. His wings carried him up and away from the casino, giving himself plenty of distance so that the sound of his wings wouldn’t attract attention. Once he had reached a fair distance away from the building and had reached a height slightly above his penthouse, he turned and enhanced his vision’s scope. While he didn’t have the ability to change filters, he could zoom in quite a fair distance; nearly ten times the human eye. From his angle, he couldn’t so a whole lot inside the penthouse but he did spot movement and the lower portion of a leg that certainly wasn’t his. His smirk only deepened and, using the telepathic wavelengths that connected him to his clone, began his approach at the same rate of speed.

    Genesis B was, for all intents and purposes, quite entertained. By the time he had reached the correct level for his penthouse, the original homunculus had verified that Mercury was, most likely, in the penthouse. So rather than hurry to approach her, he took his time, sauntering down the hall that led to his suite. When he reached the door, he even took a moment to check his breath against his hand before he finally carved open an outline of himself and stepped through with the same confidence as before. And unlike the previous time, he was met with the sight of the alluring woman, who had opted to appear casual. She’d taken a beer from the fridge, picked out a book from his bookcase and lounged herself on one of his chairs, the long length of her leg peeking out from her dress as she looked as comfortable as a cat. Genesis wasn’t sure he truly understood what ‘love’ was but this was probably the closest he was ever going to get to feeling it about anyone. There was something about that slick confidence of the woman that practically radiated off her entire form that was so arousing, so attractive and enticing.

    “Well fancy running into you here,” he stated for her, giving her a gentle nod of his head. “Here I was hoping I’d have a ravishing woman waiting to wrap her legs around me when I came home.” He walked fully into the room but instead of stopping at her, he continued into the kitchen. He, too, went to the fridge and pulled out two beers, popping off the caps of each with his thumb. As he extended one of the beers away from himself, Genesis A’s camouflage deactivated and the clone came into view, an exact copy down to the clothing, reaching out and taking the offered beer. “My thanks,” he offered his twin before he walked into the room Mercury was in, followed by his copy.

    “And you’ve been so deliciously naughty as well,” Genesis A continued the thought as he slid down to sit on the chair directly next to her, lounging in her direction. Genesis B moved to sit on the chair across from her, equally as showy in his sitting. “I hardly would have guessed a dead woman would show up at my casino and make my security system look like it was crafted by an infant. I must say I’m thoroughly impressed; if I didn’t have a protective covering over it, you’d know exactly how impressed I was,” he remarked, his indication needing no explanation.

    “I know your name from my system but you must do me the honor of introducing yourself properly. You deserve all the spotlight.”

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    Mercury Arseneault
    Mercury Arseneault

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault Yesterday at 3:52 pm

    Mercury Banner
    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    It wouldn’t take long for her company to arrive, and whoever they were they had seen it fit to bring in backup. No sooner had the figure reached the outside of the door when a second, invisible figure was touching down on the deck. Honestly, it was more surprising to her that the second figure got as close as they had before her sensors picked them up. Rather than reveal right away that she knew the other person was there, Mercury continued to monitor their movement through the penthouse as she continued on as though unaware of his presence, thinking that she would just let that be a happy surprise for later.

    Instead, in a rare flip from the norm, she would find herself being the one surprised. The first individual practically kicked the door down, and Mercury kept her nose in the book until he had walked into the room fully. Only then did she casually lift her head up to look at him. No poker face imaginable could have hid her very genuine surprise when she saw Genesis standing there, and to her credit she didn’t even bother trying to mask herself. Immediately following the brief moment of shock, an eager, devilish little smirk tugged on the corner of her lips. He casually remarked upon stumbling upon her in his quarters like they had run into one another at the supermarket, commenting on how much he’d been hoping to find a ready and wanting woman waiting for him. “And here I thought I was being tailed by some over-achieving rent-a-cop looking for a promotion and a pat on the head. Instead, I got Mr. Jawline himself.”

    Letting her gaze wander over him openly and slowly, Mercury casually snapped the book shut and tossed it over her shoulder, her attention fully and completely captivated. Both him and the other mysterious individual moved into the kitchen, and by the time she saw him withdrawing two beers from the fridge she knew the other person wasn’t going to stay in hiding for long. So instead, her eyes flicked over to the spot where the unseen individual stood as Genesis flicked the caps off the bottles, her expectant eyes bright with excitement as she watch him drop his cloaking to reveal a second Genesis. “Ohhh ho ho,” she chuckled, a big grin spreading across her face. “I didn’t even play any of the slots tonight, yet I still hit the jackpot.”

    Even as she spoke, Mercury took a visual screen shot of the image before her, sending it to Ruzatz, Agatha, and Scourge. Apparently there’s a buy one get one free sale at the casino tonight. Looks like I’m going to be busy for a bit. Both Genesis – Geneses? – sauntered over to her and took up respective seats nearby, one on the lounge chair beside her and another across from her. Along the way, he informed her that the last thing he’d expected that night was to have a woman who was supposed to be dead show up on his doorstep and make child’s play out of his security and staff. He was extremely impressed with her, so much so that it would have been obvious were he in more conspicuous attire. He then begged that she introduce herself formalling, claiming that he had learned her name from his databases but very much wanted her to do the honors.

    Setting her beer down, she leaned forward and stretched out her hands, one limb to each version of the man. “Mercury Arseneault, second in command of the guild Silver Wolf… and not as dead as public records would have you believe, though I intend on keeping it that way for a bit longer. And if it makes you feel any better, your security system is damn near impenetrable to anyone that isn’t me. It is my absolute pleasure to meet you, Mister Genesis. It’s not often that anyone manages to surprise me. You should be very proud of yourself.” Presuming that both iterations of the man took her hands and either shook or kissed them, all it would take was a touch for her to get an imprint of the DNA on both, her body quickly analyzing the genetic strands and comparing them to one another. A curious brow rose on her forehead. “Oh, now that is fascinating. Your DNA is an exact match to one another. I have no idea which of you is the original and which is the clone.” She looked back and forth between them both with a giddy expression. “It’s official: Caecilius plans the best dates.”

    With a happy sigh, she leaned back to make herself comfortable again, picking her beer back up and taking another swig. “Well! Here I am. You came all this way for little ol’ me, despite the fact that you had Agatha de la Cavelleria right there… I don’t think I’ve ever received a bigger compliment. Even I don’t have that kind of stamina. So what can I do for you, darling?”

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    Post by hosriuscamnus Yesterday at 5:39 pm



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747


    “As much as I approve and appreciate the efforts of my staff, they would have been completely flummoxed after the vault. They, most likely, would have raced off to the exits as best they could to make sure they could keep you from escaping. And in all honesty, I did consider such a tactic but… I had a hunch. Or rather, I was hoping that you had opted to investigate one additional space. Here,” Genesis explained, gesturing lightly around him before rubbing his jaw. “I don’t like to brag often but it is quite the jaw, isn’t it?”

    With the playful introduction out of the way, Genesis wandered over to the kitchen and extracted two beers from the refrigerator. Offering one outward, he watched with amusement as Mercury’s own gaze snapped to the spot where Genesis B was. So she did have some means of realizing where he was; how fun. His copy revealed himself and took the beer, wearing the same shit-eating grin on his face as Mercury reveled in the reveal and insisted that she had struck gold. “Baby you know it,” both of them said teasingly as they each took a swig from their drinks. Then they each moved into the living area and sat down around her, the original directly next to her and the other slightly in front of her.

    Meanwhile, Scourge was up to his eyes in files. He’d been scanning through each document and taking snapshots on the device Mercury had given him, quite sure she’d be able to download the images and enhance them for later. A few of them he folded up and stuffed into pockets, wanting to provide tangible documentation to provide Serilda. The device chirped and a message popped up, the former Dread Master flicking over to it instantly. It was an image of… two Geneses looking at the camera of her eyes, looking amused and thrilled. Scourge grinned. “Looks like I was right,” he muttered to himself as he closed the device. He’d grabbed all he can and he quickly cleaned up the room before heading out the door.

    He’d always figured that Mercury would be the one to lure Genesis in. There was no denying that both Agatha and Ruzatz were devastatingly attractive and given their positions and abilities, it was an easy bet that they could sway Genesis to join them in a private ‘conversation’. But for someone that was an active, wanted criminal beyond the scope of the world, the homunculus clearly was enthralled and excited by those that acted in similar fashion. Mercury loved to sew chaos in places she was given free reign and the leash had been fully undone. No, the former Dread Master had felt in his gut that the Xocili would be the one to lure Genesis to seclusion and would certainly do what she could to keep him occupied. He even felt himself getting a tad bit envious of the homunculus. As he walked down the hall, he reached out and pulled on the small lever for the fire alarm.

    Immediately the lights on the ceiling began to flash and the music came to a screeching halt. There was no loud, annoying sound but as the house lights came up, it was clear that something was wrong. Scourge retraced his tracks to the lobby. It was filled with people, a mass of bodies pushing towards the exits to the street. He joined in the ocean, pushing through quickly before he found the circular desk of the check in area. He vaulted over it, just in time to see Dorian, Ruzatz and Agatha on the other side. Most of the staff had cleared out but there remained Balt Aftorn, looking confused by the three that had just leapt over the table.

    “Balt!” Scourge called out as he walked over, throwing his arm over the man’s shoulder and surprising him. “I need a favor.”

    “Unfortunately there isn’t a quicker way out,” Balt stated, assuming what the former Dread Master was looking for.

    “Good to know but I was wondering; how do your airships know how to come here? I was told that this place is invisible to scanners.”

    Balt stiffened slightly. Scourge smirked. “Come on, mate. Can’t hurt to spill the beans just a little?”

    The house manager glanced between the gathered group nervously. “Well… there’s a signal. We can track ships within a three hundred mile radius and can send a signal to them. It guides them here and gives them access through the shielding.”

    “Now that is nifty. Say, any chance you could send that signal to a ship that should be hovering nearby? I have their communication ID and--”

    “What? No, I can’t do that. Only authorized airships are allowed.” Balt’s eyes narrowed. “What are you up to, Caecilius? Is this some kind of plot of revenge because we cut off business with you?”

    “Hardly. I’m not quite that petty. But I’m going to have to insist on you sending that signal…” Scourge’s other arm was coming up, clearly preparing something.

    “Actually…” Ruzatz spoke up, glancing over away briefly. He had noticed a sliding panel on the floor that probably led to a smaller room below -- most likely a place where the front-of-house staff kept additional computers and, perhaps, the ability to send out said signal. “Agatha, my beautiful wife, was wondering if you could give her a tour of the room below? She is quite curious about the inner workings of your house staff.”

    Counting that she verified said curiosity, Balt would… surprisingly ease up, smiling warmly. “Why of course,” he said, pressing a button on the keyboard closest to him. The door slid open, revealing a staircase. Right this way, ma’am.”

    As he descended below with Agatha, Ruzatz turned to Dorian and Scourge with a grin. “Don’t worry, she’ll convince him to send the signal. Hell, he’ll probably be all the happy to afterward. All we have to do is wait here and make sure no guards interrupt.”

    “Or one of us interrupts,” Dorian remarked with an impish grin.

    “Unsurprisingly, it is up to the better sex to guarantee our success,” Scourge said with a chuckle. “Guess us men will just keep watch.”

    Up in the penthouse, both Geneses were all too happy to lean forward, take Mercury’s offered hands and plant a slow, sensuous kiss on her flesh. She properly introduced herself as the second in command in Silver Wolf and, clearly, not as deceased as the public believed, though she had every intention of keeping that matter in place until a later date. She also made sure he understood that his system was plenty secure but she just happened to be the enigma that could override it all. She stated her pleasure in meeting him/them and complimented his unique victory in managing to surprise her. “Well then I am honored to have surprised you,” both versions spoke at the same time, wearing impish grins.

    After they reluctantly released her hands, she spoke once more, stating that she was surprised that their DNA was a perfect match for one another. She had no idea who was the original or who was the copy and stated plainly that Caecilius had planned the best date. Both Geneses looked between one another, admittedly surprised by her admission that she had read their DNA. Just from the kiss? A curious magic, making her even more intriguing. “This of it as a very advanced form of mitosis. We are two separate entities that can operate and calculate apart from one another but we also share a mental capacity, knowing and seeing through one another’s eyes. My name be Legion, for we are many,” Genesis A explained, adding in a famous quote so as to illustrate his point. “As for Scourge, I imagine he is just as amused as you are. He was always quite quirky, despite his associations.”

    Mercury finally leaned back, taking a sip from her beer before stating that she was there and that he had come a long way to find her, even bypassing the opportunity to spend time with Agatha -- a feat even she didn’t dare think she could pull off. She wondered what it is that he wanted and both Geneses chuckled. “Funny, I was wondering the same thing about you,” Genesis B spoke. “Don’t get me wrong, Agatha is… there aren’t enough colorful words to describe her beauty and alluring aura. And I would have happily attended to her and her husband up here were it not for someone making quite a mess of my security,” Genesis A gave her a wicked little smirk. “From what I can tell, it was you who was trying to get my attention. And you surely got my erection…”

    “Attention,” Genesis B corrected but it seemed like a half-hearted correction. “Was there something in particular you were looking for? Or were you just looking to have a good time? I’ll admit; it was quite thrilling to have to follow after you, chasing down your path through locked doors and the like. It’s been quite a long time since anyone has given me the runaround and I’m… quite intrigued.”

    “After all,” Genesis A spoke up. “If you were looking to have a good time, there are other, more fulfilling ways to do that.” Both versions of Genesis let their eyes wander over her and damnit if they didn’t both lick their lips just enough to send a clear message.

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    Mercury Arseneault
    Mercury Arseneault

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault Yesterday at 7:50 pm

    Mercury Banner
    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Agatha had been a little confused at the end of her performance when she left the stage and was informed that Genesis had left. It was tacky to have a communication device on her while she was doing a show, and so she had left her personal items with Ruzatz. Whatever had come up, it had to be pretty serious. She blinked in shock at the Genesis shaped hole in one of the doors and did her best not to ask so many questions as to appear suspcious, though she did suspect that someone in their party had something to do with this. She couldn’t even narrow down who; it was just as likely to be Mercury or Scourge. At this point, she wasn’t even aware that they had gained two additional allies.

    So such was her surprise when she was led back to the balcony to find her husband with a familiar face. Agatha was very excited and relieved to see Dorian, of course. The men explained that Mercury had wandered off to get into trouble, and at some point Vriko, whom Agatha was surprised to hear was also with them, had snuck away to do something similar. Shortly after that, Scourge had received a message of some kind from Mercury and gone off to do his own errand. It left the three of them more or less sitting around and passing the time until they received some kind of sign, which ultimately came in the form of a text from Mercury.

    It seemed the woman had managed to break into Genesis’ penthouse and was currently being rewarded with the company of not one, but two Geneses. “Oh, that would have been so much fun…” the redhead said with a grin, eyeing the two identical figures in the image. She was about to ask what the next step was for them when suddenly the lights came on and the music was cut. The three conferred and agreed that Scourge had likely taken the initiative on getting people out of the building, so now it was up to them to figure out how to get the other extraterrestrials down on their ship.

    By the time they made it alongside the crowds to the front desk, Scourge was pushing his way through from the other side. They wordlessly met in the middle, the larger group catching Balt off guard enough for Scourge to sneak up behind him. With a little charm – and a little bullying – he at least managed to get Balt to confess how to get ships past the shielding. Unfortunately, that seemed to be where the house manager was unwilling to assist any further. It was quickly looking like Scourge would have to get a bit more physical when Ruzatz strategically moved in to stop him, diverting the attention instead to Agatha herself.

    It was not the first time the married couple had pulled this maneuver, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last, so by the time Ruzatz had finished speaking Agath was in full form “Oh, yes! Truly, I love behind the scenes tours,” she said, excitedly stepping up and snuggling herself right up against the man, hanging on his arm like he was her entire world, looking up at him with big amber eyes, her luscious red hair draped over her shoulders and leading the eye to the rest of her body. Usually Monica was the one playing the deceiver, but that wasn’t at all to say that Agatha couldn’t do it or wasn’t any good at it.

    The poor man fell for it hook, line and sinker. He opened a panel in the floor that revealed the staircase going down, and soon was being led down into the depths of the room below. One of the last things the men above would hear before they were too far down to be eavesdropped on clearly was the sound of someone slipping and a very distinct sound of Agatha squeaking in surprise. “Goodness! I am so sorry! That performance must have sapped more of my energy than I realized. Thank the gods you have such great reaction time… and I must say, such strong arms…”

    Meanwhile, up in the penthouse, Mercury was being treated to just about every delight. The Geneses took their time kissing the backs of her hands, giving the Xocili quite the shiver of excitement. When she revealed her ability to read their DNA, both figures looked at one another in shock before returning their attention to her. And luckily, it seemed they were willing to provide an answer. One of them explained that it was a superior version of mitosis that allowed them to act and live as two separate entities but be connected on an intellectual, and presumably telepathic, level. It was obvious from the rapt attention she was giving him that Mercury was fully invested in the explanation, only pulled from her fascination when Genesis mentioned Scourge by his true name.

    That was unexpected but not that unexpected, and Mercury wasn’t going to insult the man by pretending to not know what he was talking about. Instead, she gave a small little smirk into her beer bottle. “Yes, he certainly is delightful, isn’t he?”

    Electing to move the conversation along, Mercury inquired as to what Genesis was looking for in meeting her. She knew, of course, what had brought the man calling, but the Xocili was ever the deflector, almost always looking to keep the focus on others until it suited her otherwise. Genesis answered in kind, stating that he had been wondering the same thing about her. Agatha, he claimed, was more attractive and seductive than was truly fair, and that he would not normally have passed up the chance to wile the night away with her and her equally delicious husband, were it not for the fact that someone had seen it fit to cause a scene with his security, getting him all worked up.

    She was all coy and crafty smiles, even as he went on to ask if there was anything in particular she had been searching for, or if she was just causing trouble for the sake of causing trouble. Either way, it seemed he had been more than thrilled to follow her path of destruction, claiming that it had been a while since he’d been so thoroughly outmaneuvered. It had given him a number of ideas of how they could make both their nights a little more exciting, both of their gazes eating her up.

    Mercury chuckled, the sound a mixture of genuine interest and a bit of ominous darkness. “Now now, darlings… You best be careful. You don’t know all the things that I might consider more fulfilling…” The look she gave them was altogether sultry and dangerous, a woman that was both oozing with confidence and also very possibly a bit of a sadist. “Don’t get me wrong, I do so enjoy testing myself. Going up against a supposedly impervious system and making it dance beneath the touch of my fingertips is always a reward in and of itself. And I am very good with my fingers…”

    “I was actually looking for a few different things. Some artifacts here, some information there. I’m happy to report that I was able to acquire just about everything I was looking for, and everything else, well..” She trailed off for a moment before giving him a little smirk. “Scourge is useful for more things than simply standing around and being an excitedly good kisser. Honestly, there were quite a number of objectives tonight, and while I hoped our paths would cross, I earnestly believed Agatha and Ruzatz would be the one in this position – and many others – tonight. Since she was being such a good little distraction, I figured it was a great opportunity to get some secondary objectives tackled.”

    At this point Mercury really wasn’t worried about revealing the fact that the Lusty Titan guildmasters were involved in the heist. He likely had already drawn that conclusion anyway, since Scourge had been the one to recommend they get an invitation. Plus, it was obvious that Genesis was excited by the danger, and it would only serve to lure him further in rather than send him running, Which was good, because her next reveal was either going to make or break how the rest of the evening went.

    Making herself all the more comfortable, she slipped out of her heels and draped her more exposed leg out over the knee of the Genesis sitting across from her even as she leaned a little forward and started lightly trailing the tips of her fingernails along the arm of the other. “But I would be lying if I said you weren’t the primary objective. Your trinkets are nice, and everything I’ve gathered together is of great value… to other people. But you, Genesis… you are the entire reason I came here tonight.” She had leaned far enough over at this point that her face was very close to the homunculus beside her, her emerald eyes almost distracted by his lips, lightly biting her own at the thoughts that were very genuinely going through her head.

    But right when it seemed like she was about to push a little further, she lifted her free hand palm up, holding out a little device that most likely would be easy for him to recognize even before she activated it: His galactic bounty chip. Depressing the button, the holographic image of his face popping up along with the necessary information about his identity and last known sightings, etc. Still close enough for him to feel her hot breath on his neck, Mercury lowered her voice to something a little softer and darker. “You were not an easy bounty to find, Genesis dear… Luckily, I like my pursuits…” Her gaze flicked briefly down at his lap and back up again.

    Hard.

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    Post by hosriuscamnus Yesterday at 8:33 pm



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747


    “Perhaps not,” Genesis A replied to her comment about them not knowing what was or wasn’t fulfilling to her. “But on the same front, you may not know what makes us feel fulfilled.” She’d certainly gotten plenty of hints but he had a long line of former lovers and each one of them had their own kinks and desires that he’d been all too happy to help them out with. Still, there was no denying the thrill that came from listening to a woman speak with such confident sadism and the homunculi felt a very real chill run through their veins.

    Mercury admitted that she did enjoy the challenge of facing a security system that could stump most people, remarking that she liked to use her fingertips there and elsewhere. “I bet you are,” Genesis B replied coolly from his chair. On she went, stating that she had been looking for several different things; trinkets and information seeming to be at the top of the list. She claimed to have acquired everything she wanted and needed but after a moment of consideration for what else had been on the docket, she admitted that Scourge was far more interesting and useful than the playboy persona that covered his surface. There had been plenty that the group had hoped to achieve and she saw no reason to hide the fact that Agatha and Ruzatz had, in fact, been in on the con. They’d been earmarked as the ones that would most likely get Genesis alone in his penthouse and admittedly playing around, if only for humor’s sake. Agatha had provided such a well crafted distraction that Mercury couldn’t help but go and clear out the other things on the list.

    She adjusted herself, kicking off her heels and then let her leg extend to rest on one of his knees while she also leaned back and gently caressed one of his arms. A double treatment for the two Geneses and by the looks on their faces, they certainly weren’t complaining about it. In the end, she said, he had been the target. All the extra things were just things that were important to other people. He, himself, was the reason she had come along. It was an enticing, curious objective, he had to admit. But she was doing a great job of trying to distract him from thinking about it too hard. She leaned so far towards Genesis B that with the proper scoot, she’d practically be sitting on his lap -- an image he, himself, couldn’t help but imagine, even as she looked at his lips and bit her own. Genesis A simply couldn’t help himself and reached to her leg, gently dragging his nails along her flesh, teasing and tantalizing her as she paid most attention to the clone.

    They were on the cusp of what was surely going to be a very passionate engagement and Genesis was moments away from making a bold step or suggestion they both make one. But his focus was taken to her hand that had lifted up and the oh-so-familiar device that lay in its palm. A bounty chip -- his bounty chip. He stared at it for a long moment, his face still caught between heavy arousal and extreme surprise. She pressed the button in order to verify that it was his, showing all the details about his bounty. When she spoke again, her voice was low and menacing, her breath running up the length of his neck as she admitted he had not been easy to track but that hadn’t been an issue with her. In fact, she admitted that she liked them ‘hard’ and made a very obvious showing of looking up and then down.

    The homunculi damn near burst through their protective coverings… but that was hardly the matter at the moment. After a moment of consideration, Genesis B began to chuckle, followed shortly by Genesis A. It didn’t gain much traction beyond a chuckle but it was amused, heavy and admittedly impressed.

    “Well, color me surprised,” Genesis A admitted, continuing to rub down the leg in front of her. Wanting to use both hands, there was a slight ripping sound as the back of his suit was torn and the homunculi’s tail slid out from his pack, looping around him and coming to a stop just in front of his face. The end of it opened slightly and took hold of the top of the bottle, easily moving it over and placing it on a coaster on the table nearby while he ran his nails along the bare flesh before him. “You know, I’ve lost count of the number of bounty hunters that have come after me. And truthfully, looking back on it now, perhaps I should have suspected as much. But you were far too enticing to pass up, my dear.”

    “And even now, I don’t have any regrets,” Genesis B admitted, though his voice was lower and more sultry. He reached up and gently brushed her hair, tracing her jaw with a finger and then, ever so gently, angled her head so that he could bend down and plant a kiss on her neck, suckling on the flesh.

    “Congratulations are in order then. You’re the first to catch me good and proper, though perhaps I shouldn’t suggest that until you put me in some cuffs,” Genesis A admitted with another chuckle. “I won’t try to run or even to bribe you; though I hope you won’t deny a future convict one last request.”

    “Yes,” Genesis B continued the thought as he released her neck from his mouth. “Since we won’t be returning to this planet again, there’s no reason to leave all things intact, shall we say?” he cooed to her, angling his head to bite her ear gently before he brought his lips down so he could whisper. “So here’s our request; let us fuck you up and down this penthouse. Let us ravage you all throughout this place, breaking and smashing anything in our way. One last sweaty, panting, thrusting memory to carve into this place before you take us off to claim your bounty.”

    “As we said, we won’t try to run. But wouldn’t it be fun to let loose all this tension?” Genesis A asked.

    “So what shall it be, Miss Mercury Arseneault?”

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault Today at 9:11 am

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
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    The shock on his face was surprisingly genuine, much to her delight. Perhaps it was just a lifetime of paranoia and trauma talking, but she would have been incredibly suspicious of her in his shoes. And perhaps he was on some degree, but it was simply being overruled by his interest in her. He stared at the bounty chip for a long moment, the homunculi pausing to consider the weight of the new information yet still strugging with his arousal. And for her part, Mercury waited patiently without pulling away, enjoying the leg rub and more than happy to linger near enough to keep him conflicted.

    Finally, they both chuckled. Doubling down on his decision, the Genesis in front of her poke his apparent tail from out of his clothing, ruining his nice suit, and used to move his beer bottle so he could attend to her leg with both hands. Even as he informed her that there had been numerous failed attempts in the past to collect on his bounty, he informed her that he probably should have expected this, but she was just too interesting to pass up. Mercury honestly couldn’t tell if he meant what he was saying or if he was simply trying to butter her up in the hopes that it would force her to drop her guard and give him the upper hand. It didn’t matter either way, in reality, because all three of them were just further seduced by the possibility of danger, and Genesis himself fully admitted he did not have any regrets about his current predicament.

    The Genesis beside her reached up and brushed a bit of her hair back from her face, using the excuse to transition his fingers slowly down her jawline until he lifted her face up just enough to lean forward and tease her neck a little with his lips. If he had any doubts about whether she was genuinely interested in his advances or just playing a part to throw him off her scent, those doubts would likely be quickly erased with the goosebumps that erupted across her skin. She chuckled softly as he congratulated her for being the first to actually catch him, putting aside for the moment that she hadn’t technically stopped him from being able to escape just yet. Still, he insisted that he wasn’t going to make any such attempts, or even try to bribe her out of her current course of action. All he wanted was one final request before he was gone from the plaet and would no longer have his freedom: To fuck her so raw that they destroy his entire penthouse in the process.

    Now, it would be unfair to say that Mercury had been procrastinating on this particular part of the job. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in sleeping with him and turning his quarters into a Jackson Pollock painting that would leave investigators wondering if there had been a homicide. She was very interested. However, no matter how badly her body wanted what was being offered to her, she was still a woman that was healing and having to put a lot of work and focus on coming out of the shell she had taken shelter in recently. Ever since she and her people had been rescued from the Nazru, the only person Mercury had been intimate with was Vandrad, the woman retreating to the man and finding comfort and assurance in him through her trauma. She had only in the last few weeks started to branch out again, but that was only one and Vandrad was a part of it, even if he had spent most of his time with Agatha. At the end of the day, it didn’t really matter how interested she was in spending time with someone else, the effects of the trauma would simply always be there.

    But Mercury was made of stronger stuff than her past, and with the support of Vandrad and both of their families, she refused to let what had happened to her control her. So it was with an impish smirk, and only the slightest moment of unreadable consideration, that she told him, “Only if you promise to destroy me in the process, too.” Mercury waited only long enough to see his reaction to her visceral demand before her mouth was on his.


    Some time later, Mercury was looking quite smug and pleased with herself. She was naked as the day she was born, cuddled up the remnants of what was once a rather nice dining table, in a pile of flesh between herself, both copies of Genesis, and another clone of herself that was equally as satisfied with herself. The penthouse was an absolute disaster. Glass had been shattered, drywall caved in the distinct shape of bodies, furniture overturned and smashed to pieces.

    She took a puff from the cigarette she’d lit before holding it out for one of the others to take. “I have to say, after almost a year of only sleeping with my fiance, I’m really feeling much more like my old self. It’s just so satisfying to branch out again.” Then, after a moment’s thought, she added, “Mm, I really should call his father again. It’s been far too long…”

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    Post by hosriuscamnus Today at 10:37 am



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747


    A beep on the ship’s console caught the attention of Blade, Hosrius and Grubar, breaking the silence that had hung in the cockpit for some time. Hosrius flipped his book closed and pressed a few buttons on the panel. “We’re receiving a coded signal. It’s transmitting a clearance code and a set of coordinates. Safe to say our landing party has succeeded,” Hosrius told the other two, even as he powered up the ship. “We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

    “Good,” Blade said, relieved. “Let’s hurry. I want to make sure that everyone is alright before we question Genesis.” Now came the next part of the mission. The ship shifted slightly as its hover engines were switched into thrust and then the cloaked vessel shot forward, burning a hasty path towards the floating set of islands.

    Was it a con? Was it an attempt to woo the woman into a more defenseless position so that he could make an escape? No, it was a genuine request and one that he quite clearly hoped she would accept. So as he did everything in his power to entice her further, she took a moment to consider his offer, most likely weighing the dangers herself. But just like he had, she decided that the risk was worth taking and stated quite clearly that she would only acquiesce if he, in turn, destroyed her. “Happily,” Genesis B practically whispered to her before her lips found his. The other Genesis was already reaching up to remove his clothing, now fully committed to fulfilling both his and her request.

    There was no telling how much time had passed; any clock in the penthouse and even his personal device had been utterly annihilated in their rampant, carnal display. Furniture was strewn throughout the entire lower level, glass had been shattered and sprayed all over the floor, pictures and statues knocked all around, pool water had splashed all over the deck and the kitchen was in utter shambles and that wasn’t even accounting for the imprints in the various walls. He’d requested that they wreck the penthouse in their connection and they had done a very impressive job of living up to that task. Both Geneses were entangled with Mercury and her own clone, cuddled up close and completely naked.

    As Mercury offered up the lit cigarette, Genesis A happily took it between his fingers and brought it to his lips. As he inhaled, Mercury admitted that after having been monogamous for so long, she’d finally found a connection to her former self, having branched out beyond her fiance. As Genesis exhaled a cloud of smoke and passed the cigarette to the clone of Mercury, she remarked that she should call ‘his’ father again, the insinuation being that it was her fiance’s father. “You’ve slept with your fiance’s father?” Genesis B asked, his head perking up.

    I slept with my fiance’s father! On Danezora, I was engaged to this wonderful woman to help liberate her from an oppressive slaving lord. Long story short, when I brought her home, her father was absolutely stunning and I simply couldn’t help myself.” Genesis A took a journey down memory lane, sighing contentedly. “But to find a woman such as yourself… how many people can be included in marriages on this planet? Because I’m thinking about grabbing one of the rings in my trophy case upstairs and proposing to you -- both of you -- right now.” He turned enough to lean over and plant a soft kiss on the clone’s cheek.

    “The upstairs!” Genesis B exclaimed. “We were so focused on wrecking down here that we never actually made it up to the bedrooms. I say we take a ten minute breather and then hop right into round two.”

    “By the Stars, just bask in the moment, won’t you?” Genesis A remarked, shaking his head as he looked between Mercury and her clone. “So excitable. He’s like a puppy with a new toy and all he wants to do is play, play, play.”

    “You’re me. You feel exactly the same way,” Genesis B chided.

    “Right but I’m playing it cool. That’s the difference.”

    It seemed that the two clones teasing one another could go on for quite some time, providing ample entertainment for both Mercuries. But one of the vents that ran along the outside wall vibrated and a moment later, a thick black shadow emerged from between the metal panels. It swirled slightly before crashing down to the ground, forming a small puddle before rising up and taking form. Within a moment, Vriko was back in her normal form, just in time to find herself standing right in front of and staring at a very naked pile of Geneses and Mercuries. “What… the… fuck.”

    Several dozen floors down, the cloaked vessel of Hosrius’ had landed just outside of the main casino. As the exited the ship, they found that the guards were… more welcoming than they expected them to be. As they entered the towering structure, they were met with Ruzatz, Scourge and another mustachio’d man.

    “My god they really are extraterrestrials,” Dorian remarked, looking both Hosrius and Grubar up and down.

    “Who’s this guy?” Grubar grunted, nodding towards Dorian.

    “One of two allies we stumbled upon while here. Funny how small the world can be, isn’t it?” Scourge remarked with a bemused smile.

    “Is everyone alright? I don’t see your wife or Mercury for that matter,” Hosrius stated, addressing Ruzatz.

    “Oh, Agatha is just fine. She is just finishing up her… meeting with the house manager. She convinced him to send that signal as well as inform the guards that you all were close, personal friends of Genesis and required the utmost protection and solitude when meeting with him. Hence why the casino has been abandoned,” Ruzatz explained.

    “And Mercury is currently keeping tabs on Genesis… Genesi? You didn’t tell us that there were two of them.”

    Blade looked surprised. “I’d never heard of another. Are you certain there’s two?”

    Scourge brought up his device and turned it around so that the three aliens could see the two forms of Genesis. “Quite sure.”

    “My apologies, I should have known. I hope that Mercury is safe.”

    “Yeah… I’d be more worried about Genesis. I don’t even think two of him is quite prepared for what Mercury is capable of,” Grubar said with a chuckle.

    Blade nodded. “Shall we head to them?”

    Scourge nodded in return. “Of course. But I’d suggest you best prepare yourself. There’s no telling what state of dress we may find them in. Hope none of you are the bashful type.”

    Vriko, however, was discovering just how bashful she really was. For a woman that had been all but asexual for most of her life, that evening had been an eye-opening experience for her. To think that she was even capable of finding anyone attractive, let alone both a woman and a man -- and both of them incorrigible and annoying. Vriko stood in absolute shock as she looked between the four bodies, her mind racing with a million questions. What happened to the suite? Why were there two Geneses and two Mercuries? But perhaps the most important question was… “Seriously? Now you screwed this guy as well? Is that what you do; go around and fuck anything that moves?”

    “I know, right? I thought I was the only one that did that,” Genesis A said with a chuckle before he untangled himself from the bodies to stand up. “Speaking of; I don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Genesis. And you are…?”

    “None of your damn business,” Vriko snapped, her eyes flicking to him fiercely.

    “Ooh, the fiery type. I do love a dangerous woman, clearly,” he said, gesturing to Mercury. “And you are dressed to kill; that dress does everything for your legs. Girl, I don’t know how many squats you do but credit where credit is due. I wouldn’t mind you squishing my head with those beautiful masses of muscle.”

    “You don’t stop talking and I just might!” She paused. “No, that’s not what I-I meant.” It was then, and only then, that Vriko truly took in the fact that she was staring at four completely naked bodies. As a woman that had grown up in seclusion for over two decades and had never been properly educated on biology beyond what were weak points, it was her first time seeing several different parts of a man and woman. The blush rushed to her cheeks so fast that there was no hiding the bright turn of red and instantly her hand flew up to her eyes and she turned away slightly. “J-Just put some damn clothes on, the two of you -- four of you! For fuck’s sake, this is insane.”

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