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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 9, 2009 1:38:59 GMT -5
Conway froze as he stared at the man. He was struck with a sudden realization as he was pushed to the ground. The Joker was finally going to lose everything. The small family he had found. His friends. His freedom. Everything.
Juniper. Javaid. George. Khloris. Thyme.
He fell silent, his breath catching as he waited for something to happen.
Xiven chuckled. Oh Apocalypse he was just so... wonderful. She watched him closely as he slowly pressed the man to the ground and tore his shirt. When the spoke, and turned to her bright eyed she gave him a surprised expression. That was a brilliant idea! "Well, I suppose he should be a pet fitting of a Queen. So a low rank I suppose... what do you think is the most fitting though, since you are the artist?"
Conway's nail scratched along the ground. Oh suits. Please let this be over quickly.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 9, 2009 1:48:48 GMT -5
In a way, the blank skin was a canvas, just waiting for him to put his touch there. Would he use his claws, or the scythe? Would he ask Xiven for a knife, maybe? The possibilities were endless, and he let out his breath in a pleased sigh, shifting to better straddle the man. There was nothing sexual in it - at least not in Apocalypse's mind. After all, it was simply the best way for him to hold someone still. He pressed down with the hand he was using to hold the Joker's face, a warning not to move too much.
He considered the options. It'd have to be a red suit, after all, because... Hmm. He lightly played his claws across the skin again, then dug in. It would take time for him to carve the marking into his flesh, but when he was done, Conway would have the shape of a Heart etched into his flesh. If he moved too much during the process, Apocalypse would press his thumb against the man's collarbone, not hard enough to actually damage it again, but enough to hurt.
All that was left was rank. That was easy. After all, what Conway would become... He cut the lines crudely, digging his claws as deeply as he dared to ensure scarring. "A". Ace of Hearts. Apocalypse rocked back on his hips, finally pulling the hand off of Conway's face, pride and some sick satisfaction shining from his own expression.
"The perfect pet for a Queen of Hearts," he whispered happily, turning to glance up at Xiven. He raised a claw to his mouth unthinkingly, sucking on the point to clean it of blood and little bits of flesh. Mmm. This was turning into a wonderful day.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 9, 2009 2:00:00 GMT -5
Conway didn't move. His breathing was heavy as he tried not to panic when the man straddle him and pressed down on his skull. The Joker bit down on his own lip so he wouldn't move. He could feel every little slow and painful movement as the man started to carve the shape into his chest.
He wanted to scream. Struggle. Bite him. But there was no point. No escape. Conway could feel himself foaming at the mouth when he made a twitch of protest only to find the man pressing on his collar bone. The pain. The overwhelming pain. Why couldn't he pass out now? He should be able to pass out!
The "A" that was carved into his chest didn't go unnoticed and when the man finally relased Conway from his grip, he cried out in pain, clutching at his bleeding chest.
Xiven was enjoying the entire show. Her eyes were completely fixed on Apocalypses movements. Oh it was just beautiful to watch someone suffer so much by the hands of her King. It just made her shiver with delight.
And when he was finished she made a delighted sound. "That's perfect!" she exclaimed as she went to wrap her arms around Apocalypse, and practically jump into the man's arms. "So I should probably repay you for the wonderful idea. Herm?"
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 9, 2009 2:22:16 GMT -5
A soft yelp escaped Apocalypse when he suddenly found a woman thrust into his arms, and he fell back, dragging her down onto his lap rather roughly. A feral grin crossed his face as he slowly dragged a claw across Xiven's lips, letting her taste the blood of a so-called mythical beast as well. Then he leaned in to kiss her hard and deep, licking what was left of the blood off her lips with a soft moan, his hands slipping down her sides to hold her hips.
It was just proof that he could be gentle, even with his hands in this state. He just didn't often like to demonstrate that fact. A soft grow was punctuated with a sharp upward jerk of his hips. "Whatever you want, My Majesty..."
The fact that there was someone else in the room was completely lost to Xiven, her smell and taste, the intoxication of it.
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Absently, Apocalypse ran a hand through Xiven's hair, sighing with satisfaction before he raised his eyes up to Conway. Right. He was still there, wasn't he? "Sorry we didn't invite you to join in," he said in a good-natured tone, rolling off Xiven and onto his back, fumbling to do his pants back up. It was hard to do with his hands in their current condition, and involved quite a bit of cursing before he felt somewhat satisfied. How deliciously spontaneous that had been.
Then he glanced back at the woman. "What next?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 9, 2009 2:34:08 GMT -5
Xiven was more than satisfied by the taste and smell of the blood. The Joker was completely forgotten moments after for complete devotion to Apocalypse.
Conway was utterly horrified as he edged into the corner of the room away from the couple.
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Xiven gave a satisfied crack of her back as she slipped her clothing back on. She snorted at Apocalypse's comment. Honestly that man was horrible, but it wasn't like she could stay mad at him.
Conway had practically curled up in a ball. He didn't respond to the man's comment with words, just a horrified look as he pulled his good hand away from his face. He didn't want to deal with this anymore. He just... he just... he whimpered.
Xiven mused for a few moments as she glanced from Apocalypse to the Joker. "Well, I think that's enough for tonight. We should probably mend his hand so it heals properly and then leave him be for a while."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 10, 2009 3:03:18 GMT -5
The whimper was music to Apocalypse's ears and he sighed happily, turning his attention to the thoroughly demoralized Joker, stretching his arms out behind his back and then slowly standing up and grunting happily. His legs felt weak from sex, but it wasn't such a bad thing, really. He turned to look at Xiven while she spoke, giving her a small nod.
"Right." He replied, glancing back at the curled-up form of Conway. He might have felt sorry for the thing, if it wasn't for the strong desire he still harbored for revenge and the potential uses they could find for him. "...I'll try to find a doctor. They should be out at this time, right? If not I'll drag one down here." He moved close to his Queen, pressing a soft kiss to her brow, still staring at the Joker all the while.
He wasn't entirely comfortable with Xiven's plan, regardless of how she felt about it. It would take more than a torture session or two to get the creature on their side. Magic was almost always an option. Perhaps he'd look into getting some kind of item made...? Something to help him sleep at night, secure in his feelings that Conway wouldn't be trying to slip a knife in their back during the night. It was something to consider, at the very least.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 28, 2009 20:25:48 GMT -5
Kari and Xenon receive 4 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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