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The Ninth Trial

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!]

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Are you now...?

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

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

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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.]

Hmmm...

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

Lemme think on that one for a moment...

[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.]

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. ]

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.]

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. ]

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.]

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.

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.]

Haha, that's what I enjoy about you.

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

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?

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

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

Oh my, I did not realise you enjoyed conversing with me that much.

[So. Innocent. :D]

[ Crow flashes a flirty grin at her. So she's really doing this, huh? ]

Oh, there's better uses for mouths than talking.

[She's really doing this.]

Oh, is that so? I would not know it, speaking to you. Care to enlighten me?

[ His lips quirk for a moment. Excuse you, is that a knock on his oral??? He's gonna have to blow her fucking mind next time! ]

Think back to the day I met you, might give you an idea or two.

[no it's a knock on crow's ability to talk so much so the fact that mouth can be used for anything else is

mindblowing!

except not really because this is bullshit but you know.

But her mouth quirks very subtly before she schools it back. She still is not entirely over The Hunger Games session of over half a day. Half a day! That is so much and so long and--no, she's fine, it's fine.]

I did give you a nice massage then, but I do not recall any use of mouths. Odd.

[She cradles her right elbow in the palm of her left hand and taps a finger to her chin, but before she does, her fingers brush, innocuously and accidentally, of course, over his pants.

Oops.]

[ Too late, he's already decided to up his oral game next time he goes down on her. ]

Reaaaaally? Well, there was a looooooot of sex-- I can understand how it might've slipped your mind?

[ You liar. ]

Well, let me clue you in-- it involves your lips hugging a certain part of my anatomy...

[Time to never let that happen! But the finger, innocently placed, rises to brush across her bottom lip. Slowly. She may have forgotten, but he insists he remembers, so he will remember the plush softness of them, warm and sweet and full all on their own, and yet they are only a prelude to much, much more.

She leans into him, further than she needs to really, the generous swell of her chest meetingthe strong planes of his own, to press the lightest of kisses to his chin.

She can feel him pressing into her in turn and itis incredibly erotic. She is not satiated by any means, but she can endure a while longer for more. How long has he been straining now? How much longer can he stand it? He is always so eager and ready to jump into matters and take charge and she wonders if he's realised what that means.

Well. If he has not, she is not about to tell him. Especially if it means missing out on this. She wants to feel him, taste him--

break him.]

This part? If memory serves, I do recall doing that.

[ He can't quite help the groan that escapes from him when she presses into him so sweetly. He wants her so bad, but what he wants more than anything right now is for her to be on her knees before him. The fantasy is seared into his brain, augmented by the memory of the fullness of her lips, the heat of her mouth-- ]

I was thinking lower.

[His neck, then. This surely must be the place. There is quite a bit to do here and she sucks his sick harshly between her teeth with every intent of leaving another mark.

She draws back just enough to be heard, but it not far away at all, her lips brushing against his skin when he speaks.]

Here...?

Tease....

[ The word falls from his lips, an echo of a few minutes prior but this one more of a moan. He rocks subtly into her, the bulge in his pants more than obvious. ]

Try it on your knees.

I would never.

[She does not immediately go to her knees.]

Sit on the bed, won't you?

Never, hmm...?

[ But he does sit down on the edge of the bed, his legs slightly spread. "Challenge accepted" he thinks to himself, but for now he's watching to see what she does with hooded eyes. ]

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