The Ninth Trial

[advisories]

Who: everyone
When: Day 18, starting just after dawn
Where: The Hermit's Tent, and all around

[This morning as the sun begins to pour through the train's windows, there's the tremor that signals a Trial.]

Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth. Or something like that!

[It's the same older man's voice from the sixth trial, and outside is the same fortune teller's stall. Today the front flap is lifted to show a normal interior -- there's a wooden table, carved with geometric patterns and painted in bright colours, lit by teal-coloured carved candles.

At the table sits a man of indeterminate age, somewhere between 30 and 60. He's wearing what appear to be monk's robes, teal with patterned trimming. In front of him is a crystal ball and a stack of bingo cards, along with a stand-up sign bearing the rules of this Trial.

Across the top in large font, it says:

Icebreaker Bingo

Good luck and have fun!]

Comments

[bad_crowmance]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[ He says it with such an aura of innocence. ]

[voreaciously]

You are quite fortunate you are minorly attractive.

[bad_crowmance]

Heh! You've already admitted how handsome you think I am, there's no walking back that one.

[voreaciously]

A lady is allowed to change her mind.

[But oh dear, there's a bit of a mess that she will need to clean up. In more than one way--his fingers are still inside her.]

Fingers.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He wiggles his fingers a little bit before pulling them out. They're a mess, obviously, but he looks pretty pleased with himself. ]

A lady can, that's true.

[ But his tone says "I don't believe you." ]

[voreaciously]

Heaven forfend what should happen to your ego.

[She sighs as he draws his fingers out of her lips trembling momentarily. Wetness runs down her thighs without the obstacle and she feels herself grow pink.

Despite her words she is guiding his fingers to her lips to run her tongue over them before drawing two of them into her mouth.]

[bad_crowmance]

I think my ego will manage.

[ His pupils dilate as he watches her slowly suck on his fingers, his already-neglected cock straining against his pants. ]

[voreaciously]

[She would say something in reply, it's quite nice banter, but her mouth is busy doing things that she believes he would like better.

Perhaps a sardonic hum in answer will do, her eyebrows raising as though to say "yeah, she knows". She draws the digits deeper into her mouth, sucking all the while, before drawing back, her teeth showing and edging lightly against his skin. She lightly licks the tips of his fingers before kissing them just as softly.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He lets out a breathy chuckle before making a small, compromised sound in the back of his throat. Fuck, that's really hot. Crow has a tendency of jumping right into things and that's fun, but the slow pace 80H works at is incredible in its own way, too. Both are good, and he's perfectly willing to let her continue at that pace even as certain parts of his anatomy continue to make their presence known to him. ]

[voreaciously]

[She repeats the action with his last finger, but instead of simply kissing it, she twirls her tongue around it and sucks, letting go with a salaciously playful pop and licking her lips.]

[bad_crowmance]

Tease.

[ He murmurs the word breathlessly, as though he's not entranced by the sight, as though every part of his isn't on edge and wanting. ]

[voreaciously]

[She is still working him before she draws her mouth away.]

I am a very good girl.

[bad_crowmance]

Are you now...?

[ He's looking at her through half-lidded eyes. ]

I wouldn't mind seeing just how good you can be.

[voreaciously]

Have I ever done a single thing wrong?

[She traces his jawline with a slow finger, her lips trailing after the line she's drawn.]

[bad_crowmance]

Hmmm...

[ He hums lightly, tilting his head slightly to allow her better access. ]

Lemme think on that one for a moment...

[voreaciously]

[She can still feel herself drip a little and she shudders at the thought. She has likely made a mess on the floor, which is easily dealt with, but what isn't is how skilled Crow is. Really, it's a little unfair.

She continues to trail light kisses and now downward since he is inviting her to do it. (Sigh. She will never make it to her room at this rate) She licks a light stripe along the column of his neck before nipping his chin.]

Let me help you along, then. Come with me.

[She will clean up the mess with her magic and lead him to her room, finally.]

[bad_crowmance]

Oh right, your room.

[ He says that as though he'd forgotten (he hadn't), his lips quirking into a grin as he reluctantly shifts so he can follow her to the room in question. ]

[voreaciously]

Yes, that place where we should have been from the start.

[But it is absolutely Crow's fault!!! At any rate, her room is standard Jasmine fare, which is to say, absolutely baller thanks. Also very tidy.]

[bad_crowmance]

We could've moved any time, you know~ ♪

[ Crow regrets nothing.

He looks around as they get to her room. ]

You're a really neat person, huh?

[ Not that his room is particularly messy-- he's not exactly a porn tornado the way certain teammates of 80H's (Randy) are. But his room is... comfortable. ]

[voreaciously]

You are the one who mentioned--nevermind.

[You know what, no. No! She is already super mega horny right now she doesn't need to make herself hornier by arguing with him, she might just tackle and tie him up and give him eighty hickies out of salacious petty revenge. Among other things.

Which would be bad. Obviously.

also the jasmine rooms are the best. excuse.]

I am.

[Also she feels unwelcome, rightfully, by most of her team, so she just spends as little time in the Jasmine car as possible, but Crow won't care to know that, and she does not want to tell him.

She can also be untidy when she is working, but she always cleans up when she is done! It does not seem like, Proper to tell someone who is coming to her room about her any failures in her habits. She simply but present Neat and Tidy all the time.]

Some work-related disorder is acceptable, but I do not like...untidyness.

[She says it like she's tasted something bitter and unpleasant. It's funny she says that, because she means it, but ah, they aren't exactly very neat and tidy after their times together, but hey.]

[bad_crowmance]

I'm perfectly capable of listening to suggestions.

[ Why NOT get hornier by arguing, though? It sounds like fun. ]

Haha man, you say it like that and I'm suddenly glad my room's not a pigsty. Getting on my case about cleaning would be such a moodkiller.

[voreaciously]

It is a little late for that.

[Because!! Because!!!!]

I would not. It is your personal space, in which I am a guest. If I do not like it, I am free to leave.

[Yeah, she's a stickler for neatness in many cases, and whether or not she'd secretly judge, she wouldn't voice it; she's a stickler for manners, too. She's not his teammate or his girlfriend, so it's really not her business.

She nearly tells him that she will tell him what to do if only he wants her to, but remembers she's Being Good. So she does not.]

[bad_crowmance]

Haha, that's what I enjoy about you.

[ Not "like," but they both already know the status quo there. ]

[voreaciously]

It is only basic courtesy. [Liking is not allowed.

But perhaps she's kept him waiting long enough? Maybe.

No, she has. Sigh. Be Good. She steps closer into his space her head tilting curiously. Innocent, naturally.]

What else do you?

[bad_crowmance]

[ "Innocent." Neither of them really believe that. ]

What else do I enjoy about you...? Well, your mouth for one.