Apr 25 06:36:07 105 PA
From Chronicles
The current game time is: Sat Apr 25 06:36:07 105 PA.
The Junkyard! That heaving, writhing pile of debris that could quite possibly be its own ecosystem. Not many are brave enough to enter this place, what with the horrid smell. Fewer still are willing to stay for any length of time, given rumors of vampires, giant steel beasts, tentacled monsters and worse. But here, none the less, one will find ORDO MALLEUS.At least, we think it's Ordo. His clothing has been changed, though to what amount of success is anyone's guess. Somebody's slapped on a pair of black leather pants, red silk shirt, even thigh high flat heel boots. And his hair's been colored! What the freak?! The Dandy is walking about a particular section of the junkyard, frowning to himself as he huffs through a hankie dipped in perfume; It only helps a little, he's still gagging from the stench. But, curiously enough, he's -there- still.
An attractive, tall woman walks into the Junkyard, picking her way through the trash in a pair of high-topped boots. She's wearing a form-fitting black trench-coat, cinched tightly at the waist, that extends down to the tops of her boots. But she's clearly a looker. A mane of bright blonde hair is tied up neatly in a bun behind her head, and an almost absurdly large bosom is clearly evident beneath the trench coat. Kind of a strange place for an unarmed woman to go, but it seems that she's looking for something. What, who knows?
Ordo pauses to suck in from his hanky again, eyes watering from the stench as he reaches up to rub them and nearly staggers. Right. Time to go. The Dandy pushes his legs out of the sucking muck and blanches at the mess made of his boots before he begins strolling for the entrance - and nearly trips again at the buxomous lady. A wide eyed blink, before he takes a breath of sweet scented hankie and pulls it down to wave his hand."I say! Are you lost?"
Arching a carefully plucked eyebrow, the woman looks the man over and apparently decides that he's no threat. However, she still drags her hands from her pockets, just to be safe. "No, thank you," the woman says in a husky alto purr. "I'm fine. Just looking, thank you." She slowly winks an eye at the man and stops, looking off to her left, then raising a hand to cover her eyes from the pounding rain.
Oo, what a voice! It sends shivers up Ordo's spine. But, his heart belongs to another, it does! A woman with fire and vinegar in her soul. And so, he does not respond with his usual flirtations and attempts at pick-ups, but instead frowns and moves a little closer to this strangely out-of-place blonde, the rain not seeming to bother him quite as much as it should; Mostly because he's been out in it for quite some time, and gave up keeping dry. Sucking in the perfumed scent again as he speaks"I'm afraid you must be, Madam! This is no place for a woman without chaffeur... or a decent bit of company."
As if noticing the man for the first time, for the second time, the woman turns and swings a hip to one side, resting a hand on it, her other hand gesticulating toward the man. "I don't suppose you've seen any discarded E-Clips around here? I heard a rumor that I could find some that just needed repair, but I haven't seen anything like that yet," come her dulcet tones. "And yes, this is no place for a lady without an escort, mister..?" she allows the sentence to trail off.
Hayate listens from the other side of a juck heap, balancing easily on the shredded leg of a Coalition skelebot. He makes no sound, he even slow his breathing to better make out your conversation. Having come here to scavenge workable junk to sell, he has a few items tucked into his clothing but nothing too large.
The Fop shakes his head briefly. And, for Hayate dear, he's no longer dressed as a Dandy! No sir, 'cause Kid's gone and switched out his proper and prim suit for something a bit more daring. Much to Ordo's dismay. He's even got colored hair! "I fear, my dear, that I have not been actively seeking.. ah.. E-Clips, as it were. I suppose, if you insist on staying, I could assist you a little? Though my own survey needs to be completed, I believe I can do both." A soft laugh, then a coughing gag before he sucks air through that perfumed hankie again. "Sweet terra below, what a stench! Ah.. forgive me. I am Ordo Malleus, humble servant of destiny. And you, madam...?"She DOES look familiar. As if he'd meet her before. But he was in such a tizzy these past few days..!
Lucy extends a hand, then, realizing that the man's hands have most likely been rooting around in trash, retracts it and puts it back on her hip. "Lucy. Lucy McDermott," she says. "Just what is it that you're rooting around here for? I don't normally have company," she says to Ordo. Hayate finally catches her eye, outlined against the dark sky as he is, and waves, blowing a kiss to the small Juicer. Waving with her free hand, she calls, "Hi, Hayate!" above the rumble of the thunder.
Hayate smiles as he's spotted and he makes his way down the haphazardly stacked junk pile, his feet seeking and finding the least dangerous footholds on the way down. Finally, he grumbles as he finds nothing else to step on, and he simple leaps. Up and over your heads he goes, landing in a crouch, his back to you. He rises and turns to face you. "Hi."
"Survey, my dear, nothing more." Mentions Ordo, with another much fainter laugh. So that he doesn't have to take his nose from the hankerchef. "Lucy, Lucy.. ah! The Madam who wished to snap me in half!" He removes the hankerchef at last, a sardonic smirk on his features. "And who depreciated my taste in clothing. Well, well! What a coincidence, then, to find you here... " Another laugh breaks the brief spot of tension, as Ordo holds no grudges against someone with massive boobs. He's about to speak - When Hayate comes flipping over and doing that crazy Juicer Ninja stuff. Ordo cannot help but start and stare, blinking a moment before it clicks. ".. And Master Hayate as well? Curiouser and curiouser.."
Lucy smiles sweetly at Ordo and says in a low alto, "I believe that this is the first time that we've been properly introduced, Ordo," she say, automatically dropping into the familiar. "I apologize for offering to snap you in half, but, well, in such situations, it's just what I do," she says, unconsciously fluttering here eyelids at the man. "Hayate, what would such a magnificent Juicer such as yourself be doing in a trash heap like this?"
Hayate smiles at Ordo, "Hayate will suffice sir. I am no master by any means." He says with a low bow. Turning to Lucy, he smiles. "The magnificent juicer as you put it, is searching for things to sell to raise money for my eventual detox and conversion."
"My, my, you are getting started early, aren't you, Hayate?" Lucy states. "Do you really think that scrounging through the trash will raise the funds that you seek? It seems to me that only gainful employment and money raised through 'adventuring' is the only real hope for a detox, unless, of course.." she pauses, then says, "you could go cold turkey?" Ordo, momentarily forgotten.@emit "Truly?" Lucy says, covering her mouth in surprise, a sleeve falling down to expose her creamy white skin. "Why can't you go 'cold turkey' as it were? Just the system shock? What if you did it over the course of a few months, slowly removing drugs from your system. Does that work?" She flutters her eyelashes for a moment before saying, "I'm afraid that I know little of Juicer technology."
"Truly?" Lucy says, covering her mouth in surprise, a sleeve falling down to expose her creamy white skin. "Why can't you go 'cold turkey' as it were? Just the system shock? What if you did it over the course of a few months, slowly removing drugs from your system. Does that work?" She flutters her eyelashes for a moment before saying, "I thought that I understood Juicer technology, but perhaps not."
Hayate nods and smiles sadly. "The drugs are a much a part of me right now as my own blood. Where I to simply rip the harness off and let myself drain of them. The withdraw would kill me, quickly and painfully. You have to go through the specialized Detox, they flush your system with drugs to counter the drugs in my system, then remove the implants, my bio comp.. everything. But.. doing that will leave me kitten weak, until i can recover.. assuming I do. Some don't. "
"Ah, and thus the quest for bionics." Lucy says sagely. "I understand, now. You must realize that bionics, at the affordable level, start out with barely more than the strength of an average man. It takes quite a bit of money - or blackmailing, I suppose - to bring bionics up to 'fighting' levels. So if you're wanting to go from Juicer to Borg, you should also consider the price - and this time, not even the human price - of converting to a combat Borg."
Hayate smiles and shakes his head. "I am to return home at the culmination of four years, and report to my superiors for duty. Once they are pleased of my progress with training.. and they see I have bettered myself and trained myself to the best of my considerable ability. They will promote me, convert me to borg with full fighting readyness, and send me back. At least... that's what they told me they were going to do." He says smiling at you. "I'll be far stronger.. much faster.. and armored besides.."
"Yes, there is something to be said for being armored," Lucy says with a quirk at the corner of her mouth. "But how are you going to report back to Japan? I assume that's where you're from? Or is there some sort of North American Embassy that I'm unaware of?" She flutters her lids politely and waits for a response.
Hayate smiles at your probing. "They will send for me." He says mysteriously. " So Lucy.. let me ask you something. You... uhm.. flirt? Yes flirt is the word. You flirt with me constantly, massaging my shoulders, allowing my hands on your upper thighs, and generally just flirting and toying. But you say you have a man in your life. Does he simply not take care of you as you deserve? Or some other reason? I'm not complaining about the attention, but simply curious."
"Oh, it's a bit much of me to say that I 'have a man' in my life. A have a slightly-more-than-casual acquaintance with a certain man here in Kingsdale. But there is a possibility that he may be leaving the city for good - or getting himself killed - in the near future, so I am not overly concerned with being a 'kept woman.' I am free to flirt and date as I please, Hayate. Besides I have been here for such a short time that any man who considers me to be 'his woman' would be sorely mistaken." Lucy ponders saying more for a moment, then apparently decides that she's said enough.
Hayate ahhs and smiles. "I see. Perhaps then you'd be willing to date.. or flirt more.. with me? I apologize for the bluntness of my inquiry, but I know very little of women, or dating or... essentially anything beyond what I was trained to do. I wondered if perhaps you can or could teach me?"
Lucy swings her hips toward the man and walks over to him, hips swaying seductively. When she's close enough, she'll put her hands on Hayate's shoulders and links her fingers behind his head, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "This is flirting."
Hayate watches you, and shivers as you whisper into his ear. "Oh.. uhm.. Ok.. What do I do when you do that?" He asks you, sounding very much serious. He turns to you, and slips a hand out tenatively, touching your side and snaking his hand around to your back, unsure of himself and it shows.
Lucy pulls her head back and away from Hayate. "What you do right now is to *not* kiss me. I'm not some trollop who goes around kissing every man she meets," the woman says with a lilt in her voice. "You could rub my arm, give me a nice compliment or innuendo, if we were sitting down, you might stroke my leg, play with my feet, my hair. You do what comes naturally to you. But no kissing. Not on the lips, anyway."
Hayate nods and thinks a moment. At a loss, he shrugs, and smiles weakly. "I don't know what comes naturally.. I've never been flirted with before. I'm sorry." He says pulling his hands back and looking down.
"Oh, don't be sorry, Hayate, I'll teach you," Lucy says, still draping her arms around the man's neck. "You could check out my body, pay me a compliment of some kind, about my brains, or my figure, it's up to you. But one thing that you could do first is to invite a lady out of a garbage dump to go somewhere nicer. Say, perhaps for dinner, after stopping at her place to change first, of course." Lucy offers a big, bright grin with a twinkle in her eye.
Hayate blushes at your arms around his neck. His eyes turn on you, gazing up and down your marvelous body really for the firt time, and he smiles. Hard to check out your body while you are concealing it." He say plucking at your sleeve.
"But that's half the fun, for the woman at any rate," Lucy proclaims. "You conceal the goods so that the man can only imagine. It enhances the - perhaps - inevitable. A woman doesn't just go giving herself away. Well, a lady doesn't, at least," Lucy clarifies. "A cheap trollop might go giving herself away just for the hell of it, but a proper lady, in the proper setting..." she runs a perfectly manicured nail along Hayate's jawline.
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