Found You (Finished)

[Kari Muffin]

This had been a stupid plan, and all Peaches could think of was the string of curses that kept on going through her head. It hurt, it hurt like nothing she'd ever felt before. Crying and screaming didn't do the pain justice.

If she had any snark left in her she would have made a remark to the man as he went to leave.

Of course things changed when she cast the spell. And she realized how bad of an idea it had ultimately been. Her eyes widened in surprise as her fan was torn away, though she hardly had the energy to fight back, as she was trying not to focus on the horrible pain. When he spoke a whimper bubbled up. Did she want him this close? He said he might stop the spell....

This was really creepy.

But he was pretty damn hot.

Why was she weighing the options when she knew what she was going to do. She choked back her screaming and gave an empathic nod that she would behave. When the spell was released she gave a small delighted whimper. Guh. All that blood and her poor hand!

It was impossible to ignore the blue haired man, however. She gave a small half chuckle. "That would be nice... and even if I wasn't I wouldn't want to disappoint you. However, I would just, at least... like to bandage my hand before we went anywhere."


(( OOC: .... I somehow think the idea of Peaches having anymore spawn is a really bad one. Will totally pass since I'm pretty sure Peaches would END me if I got her pregnant again. ))

[Nathalia]

The chuckle was odd. Had she simply stopped feeling the pain at all? He knew Hearts had a pain blocking ability, but he hadn't known how powerful it was. It gave him chills, how this Suit would willingly deaden their body.

"Bandage it? I suppose we could, one moment." He quickly shucked his coat and began tearing at his left shirt sleeve with the broken off bone rings, pulling the fabric free before pulling the coat back on and pulling the fabric into strips.

He gripped her wrist tightly and bound the finger and palm up, tying and extra strip around the wrist to slacken the flow of blood.

"There you are..." He muttered, feeling distinctly uncomfortable in his nether regions. "Now that we ascertained this situation, perhaps we could see to another?"

He couldn't hide the hopeful tinge to his voice. If she allowed it, she would be walked quickly to a small, empty apartment a few blocks away. The door was dry-rotted and the paint on it peeling. The room inside was bare, broken, and old. The walls stained, floorboards falling away in some places, and the roof slightly holey.

"Will this do, my dear?" He asked, hungrily, pressing his face to hers and hissing in her ear. "I can assure you that I will make up for the lacking scenery..."

[Kari Muffin]

Peaches bit down on her cheek as she watched the man tear the sleeve of his shirt. That was nice. It took all her strength not to wince as he grabbed her and started bandaging her hand. It looked rather awful... and felt it.

It was a damn good thing she was used to pain. When he had finished she breathed a sigh of slight relief. No more excessive blood loss made things a bit easier.

She perked when spoke. "I suppose...." she said with a slight smirk. The woman didn't protest being lead to the empty apartment. She took note of where it was, and every possible exit of escape when she wasn't watching the way the man walked.

A small part of Peaches was screaming at how horrible of an idea this was. Having sex with a serial killer was not on the list of things she needed to do before she died--and if she wasn't careful that would probably be soon. Of course, Peaches being herself and being under the influence of her own spell ignored the advice.

There was a brief flash of horror on the woman's face as she took note of the condition of the room. Of course her attention span didn't allow her to focus on it, as the man hissed rather delightfully in her ear. "I really hope so, It would be a waste if someone as pretty as you couldn't live up to a promise like that."

She would have to make very sure to bolt before the spell wore off.

[Nathalia]

At her last comment, he whipped around, grabbing her injured wrist above the point where it would cause extreme agony and watching the result. His other hand moved to pin her free arm to her waist as he dragged her in close to his face.

"I assure you..." He hissed, pressing his nose against her neck and breathing purposefully down it. "I'm well practiced on those difficult to please."

Had she not moved him by then, he would deliver a generous, but restrained bite to her neck, hoping to draw a hint of blood.

Blood...he could smell hers and he needed to taste it...it was what got him going most mornings when his Osias awoke him.

He tore himself from her, and moved quickly over to the sparse furniture, shoving it against the dilapidated door to ensure their privacy. He felt weighted; tight.
He glanced over at her every few seconds until they were well in.
Then he moved to push her against a wall.

"Ever been with another Human, my dear?" He asked, curiously, as he dug his fingernails in wherever they could reach and attempted to begin removing clothing.

[Kari Muffin]

That hurt too much for her to even curse. She simply squeaked in pain as the man clutched her wrist and pinned her other arm down. Tears streamed down her face as she choked back a whimper. Son of a bitch. It had been entirely too long since she had been abused to the point of crying.

She did whimper when he pressed his nose against her neck. Ah well that was a wonderful promise wasn't it? At this point she wasn't going to voice any doubt. He sure as hell was delivering pain like a true professional.

And then he bit her. She gave a rather sharp mew of surprise as he drew blood. Yep. She was definitely turned on at this point and could have cared less about him being a serial killer. The sex was going to be good. She made a disappointed sound when he pulled away, pouting slightly.

She watched him curiously as he blocked the door. A part of her panicked, but that didn't last long as she was almost slammed against the wall. His nails dug into her good wrist."Three times. Once with a man who tortured people for a living and the other time with an assassin and his wife."

[Nathalia]

Beautiful little creature...now that he took the time to appreciate her...
He'd never been this close to a Torquehelm, he could see why his son was so enamored of them. Mysterious, and intricate...the jacket must be this woman's binding, eh? Was she freed to wear it so open?
If so...perhaps he could lock her in again...

So...a Human chaser, he'd have to make sure this was an unforgettable experience for her, then. Interesting claims, though... he'd have to see how she held up to decide if any of her claims were true or bravado. "Is that right? Well...a murderer and escape artist should be a nice little addition to your list, do you think?" He murmured, bending in to bite delicately at her neck, trying not to break the skin. His body begging him to move faster.

"I think, if any of that is true, then you'll certainly make a good addition to mine..."

He pressed himself tightly against her, feeling the unfamiliar curves and soft touches that a woman's body offered. His right hand forcing both of her wrists into his left and trying to keep them pinned, while his right dug down to waist level to assist the pair of them.

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Passionate woman...

Finistris couldn't help but be mildly impressed with her. She had never stopped moving! He wondered what her name was...and at the same time, didn't feel the strong desire to know...asking hers would cause her to ask for his, and that was something he couldn't give her...

"Satisfactory, my dear?" He panted, twining his fingers into her hair and casting a small spell as he did so, then giving the lock of purple hair a swift yank, pulling her face up toward him. "Did I meet your expectation level? I know it was rather high...tell me... Tell me that I was just as good as any torturer, that I surpassed the assassin, and that I could take them. Tell me that!" He hissed.

He wanted to see it in her eyes, he wanted to hear it from her, then he wanted to break her and leave.


Small Ability: Once a week, he is capable of causing one other SD that he has been intimate with before to feel very light, airy, and slow for a full minute.

[Kari Muffin]

She was out of breath. It had been entirely too long since she had had such a work out. And she was certainly more satisfied than she had been in a while. Maybe she should go searching for trouble more often? It was a shame she didn't know his name... then again she wasn't about search him out again and she didn't want to have trouble follow her home.

Staying a stranger was a good thing.

The Jack had every intention of slipping away and avoiding any after sex games. But catching her breath had taken a bit longer than she expected. Before she knew it the blue haired man was speaking to him, running his fingers through her hair.

And that wasn't a normal feeling. Oh dear, what was going on?

He suddenly yanked her hair. A startled yelp escaped her as she was pulled to face him. Her eyes widened at his words. Maybe she shouldn't have said she slept with other humans? Of course it was far too late now. "Ah..." she said as she winced slightly. "You were far more skilled with your hands than any torturer considering how loud you made me scream. There's no doubt in my mind that you could handle any assassin who came your way."

She didn't like this. So many things could go wrong while she felt so unnaturally slow and light. She just wanted to escape.

[Nathalia]

The grin spread over his face without his awareness, though he could hear his teeth squeak as they ground together. He watched her face as she squirmed after her hair had been pulled.
"Not very genuine, are we?" He hissed, sinking his fingers down into the hair and searching for her scalp. "Always value a good lie, tends to help one get out of situations like this. Used them on the torturer? The assassins? Were they as merciful to you, or did they leave a mark?"

He kept one hand buried in her hair and flesh, and pulled the other forward to yank the skirt completely down her legs and began to remove the jacket, after nights of pulling his drunken Rat out of clothing, this was simple.
Once he had it off, he whipped a small knife out of his back pocket and held it to her throat.
"See this pretty toy?" He asked, his tone soft and gentle, as though explaining a concept to a child. "I can think of better places to use it, and I'll keep it from you, so long as you remain quite still...won't be a problem though...will it?" He leaned forward to kiss her cheek and activated the boost to his power once he spied her marking...Jack...not usually a worry for him, but you never knew. Hearts were militant by nature, she could be trouble.

"I must admit that I admire your jacket...I've never seen the like, what do they call it, I wonder?" He mused aloud, turning it about for a moment and fiddling with the sleeves...they were so long...to restrain the arms? What a delightful contraption...perhaps he would simply take it with him.
He considered it for a few moments, then dropped it, unaware that her spell was wearing off, but suddenly finding the idea of her lingering scent less appealing...Hearts...pah...

She did have scars, but not what he would have expected, from having slept with the people she claimed. "Your marks belay your tales, my lady..." He muttered, searching around her back and thighs. "I see nothing to show me that you have accomplished all you have said you have...unless you hide them under he-."
The Hisstor paused, looking at the gloves covering her hands.

"That would be a creative hiding place, wouldn't it? How quaint. Let's see, shall we?"

He put the knife under the fabric of the right glove and made to yank it up through the fabric and away.




Drowsy Boost: The slowness the SD was feeling beforehand will now delve into a pseudo-anesthesia, holding them prisoner in their own bodies unable to feel pain to its full extent and forced to move as though in slow motion for a full two minutes. This ability is negated if the opponent has the ability to vanish, even if it requires a spoken word, with this ability activated, they need only think it.

[Kari Muffin]

This. This was bad. This was far worse than she could have imagined. What the hell was she going to do. She could feel the panic well up as his grip grew tighter. His words were a clear indication that she was caught.

Maybe she should beg for her life? She couldn't really think to say anything to save her ass. And what was this talk about a mark? Should she try to make an attempt to struggle against him? Even if she did her reaction time wasn't going to be the best. She let out a rather alarmed sound when he started to take off her clothing.

Oh, and there was a knife. Son of a bitch, even if she struggled she would probably get stabbed. Her eyes were wide with terror as she listened to him speak.

And then it felt like she was hit by a ton of bricks. She should have known better than to run the risk of this spell. She should have just taken the horrible pain and watched her arm practically tear itself apart.

And he was still talking. She could only watch him silently tried to convince herself to move. And she knew her spell was going to wear off soon. And if it did she had no idea what he was going to do to her. And... crap. Did he think that the people she slept with marked her?

Of course one of them did. The one she had left off the list had given her a mark she could never forget. She whimpered. That was the only thing she could seem to do as she watched him peal away the fabric.

The words written in Tulgey were carved into her hands in a rather rough script. They covered her hands completely, from the palms to the finger tips to right before her wrist started.

Never look back, and of course she had. She did every day and that was probably why she was in the position she was in now.

[Nathalia]

With a flick of the wrist, the knife twisted through the glove and it was pied off soon afterward. What was discovered underneath, brought even Finistris to a standstill...

What was that?
He ran his fingers over the carvings lightly, feeling them out, curious.
What were they? Writing? Nothing he could read, but still, quite nice... He wondered which of them had given these to her.
He rubbed his thumb over them and quickly pulled off the second glove.

"Very nice...very...I must admit, these are stunning. I have misjudged you, my apologies." He murmured, trying to keep his mind on the time he had left, and the task he still wanted to accomplish. "It would not do for me to overwrite such a lovely mark, but...I can add to it, I'm sure."

The knife was brought back around to the cleanest line he could find on the top of each hand, avoiding the main veins. Three swift flicks left large, crude "F"'s carved facing her in the back of each hand.

"I would be more careful to make them beautiful, but you have beauty in these prior scars, don't you my dear?" He murmured, standing and letting his fingers play with the blood running down the blade before wiping it on his shirt and pocketing it. "Remember that we had fun, and add me to that charming list, won't you?" He asked, almost jovial as he stepped toward the door and pulled the furniture away from it. His spell would begin to wear off just before all furniture was moved.

He opened the door, and began to walk away, head held high, and eyes scouring the area.
His son was right.
Torquehelms were fun...fun indeed.