auroraexpress | Event: Mirror Image

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Event: Mirror Image

Who: everyone!
When: Day 19 evening and on
Where: outside

[As darkness falls in the jungle, an unusually chill breeze rustles through the trees. In its wake is silence, the purified fauna going quiet as if in dread.

Is it just you, or is the night darker tonight?

You may find the cause if you leave the train. Those who are caught alone outside will see the shadows grow suddenly long. The darkness coalesces into a vaguely human form, vague and faceless but radiating cold.

Before you can react the shadows surround you. Deep within, your most bitter, unpleasant feelings rise up in your chest. It's overwhelming, threatening to consume you, but just before it can it suddenly stops. The shadows recoil, dissipating into the jungle.

You're safe, but those negative feelings might be closer to the surface than usual.

Good luck, especially if you're one of the newbies just waking up.]

[NOTES: This event will OOCly end on Wednesday, but feel free to ICly push time forward as much as you like. There will be a followup post at that time, and you can schedule player-run trials any time after.

The emotional effect of this event can be as severe as you want. Your character could just be a bit grumpy, or they could find their emotions totally out of control. The effect lasts a couple of hours or until the character counters it with happier feelings.]

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[ He laughs again, shaking his head. ]

I bet you can give an exact number.

[ He still remembers her accurate clock on how long it took to get her to come during the bingo trial. ]

I could, but I can think of better... [And though she is blindfolded, the way she cants her head and raises it, slowly, makes no secret that she is checking him out.]

Figures.

[ His grin deepens, the way he looks at her taking on an entirely lewd edge to it. ]

I'm a big fan of figures.

I know.

[Her tone is polite, but noticeably dry and stand of ice rises from the path with a wave of her hand while her naginata appears in the other. She places it there so it will not be in the way, even if there is space between it and her back.

Though a part of her wonders at the element of danger--no, that would be too much, unfortunately. Instead, she saunters up into his space, a single finger brushing down the front of him. He may not be hard yet, but he soon will be.

She whispers by his ear.]

And I am a fan of big figures.

[ Well, that goes straight to his dick. He shivers slightly, beginning to stir to life with just that much. ]

Sounds like we can work something out, then.

[ His tone's lighthearted, barely betraying his growing sense of arousal. Not to mention he's still feeling the effects of that weird attack earlier. ]

I am glad we could come to an accord.

[It was a good battle, but she could go again and again and again, her darkness makes itself known in an inability to be satisfied and accompanying irritation at that fact, but she is nothing if not determined. Crow will more than do.

Even if she has to take everything he has to give and take more.

She pulls away from him a little, her chin cradled between her fingers in passing interest.]

Clothes off.

[ He raises an eyebrow-- it's a good deal more forceful than he's used to hearing from her. But it's not like he minds, so he starts by shrugging out of his jacket. ]

Don't mind if I do~

I do not. In fact, I would like if you took your time.

[She moves to sit down on air it seems but in time, an elegant seat of water forms before it freezes into what is clearly ice. She's sitting on it, but does not seem to mind the cold at all.

She crosses her legs, comfortable and expectant.]

[ So she wants a striptease, huh?

Well, he's already removed his jacket, so he starts off with the belts over his shirt, slowly removing them and then holding them up for display before releasing them. They fall to the ground with a soft thud and a "clink!" Next is the belt wound around his left arm, which he uses his teeth to help remove. That too falls softly to the ground.

The outermost shirt is a button down, and each button is undone slowly, slowly. He starts to open it up as if to take it off, then seems to change his mind and twirls around before he shrugs off first one arm, then the other before letting it fall to the ground. Next is the second shirt-- a pullover, this one in Licorice purple as a nod to his team (he couldn't get it in blue, to his consternation. He pulls it off, strips of his back teasing into view but ultimately he's still got his undershirt keeping it from fully emerging even as he finally removes it fully and lets it pool at his feet.

The third shirt is slowly, slowly, slo o o o o o o o owly pulled off until finally, at long last, his back is in full display. (It's at this point it becomes apparent the scar on his chest goes all the way through to his back, old enough to have healed a bit but large enough to make you wonder how.) He turns back around at this point, stepping forward with one foot-- the left one, so he can remove the belt on his upper thigh. Why he has one there is not immediately apparent, but it gets removed with relish.

He steps out of his shoes one at a time-- removing shoes is always significantly easier than putting them back on-- and his hands dance at last at the fastening of his pants. The button is slowly undone, worked at as though it's a great deal more complicated than it actually is. The zipper is lowered inch by agonizing inch until he's able to at last wiggle at his hips before the pants gently sway lower, lower, lower until they fall entirely, pooling at his ankles, leaving him only in his boxers. ]

[She watches him with prim, but rapt attention. If she is affected by his admittedly delectable display, she barely shows it. Let him wonder.

Oh, but she is watching as he reveals inch by perfect inch. She wants to kiss and nip his skin, leave it blue and violet after some of her favourite colours, rewards for his commitment and lack of shame. He sounds so sweet in desperation and she wants to heard them drink his cries through kisses as though they could soothe a parched throat.

She folds her hands in her lap, her deepest desires hidden behind a veil of natural propriety.]

Ah, lovely. Tell me, Crow-sn, what shall I give you for that?

[ He walks over to her, and unlike 80H, Crow is not immune to the icy cold of her makeshift throne. But he ignores that to bring his lips to her ear. ]

I'd like to be inside you right about now.

[She knows that cannot be pleasant for him, but she finds it interesting, if not surprising, that he won't let that stop him. She has yet to see anything do so when he wants it enough.

Her lashes flutter unseen behind her blindfold as she considers, patiently, all that awaits him.]

I see. [She uncrosses and recrosses her legs.] Certainly doable. [There is a marked lack of headiness in her tone. She does not sound bored, far from it, instead, she sounds like she's brokering a deal that she expects to be mutually beneficial. What is there not to be pleased about?

But ah, there will be some...interesting fine print.]

And what are we in the mood for today? My back against something. Perhaps something more athletic?

[She is here to cater. She always does.]

You've got my attention with "something more athletic." Got anything in mind there? I'm definitely... up for suggestions.

[ Get it? Because his dick is-- ]

[Buddy.

She will make him pay for that one, later. For now, she does not miss a beat.]

The Kamasutra does not hold any meaning for you, I take it?

[Her tone is entirely casual as her fingers slowly hook in the waist of his boxers, the soft, fine leather of her gloves rubbing lightly along his skin as she pulls them down.

She is still entirely dressed.]

[ He shakes his head slightly, but she's got his attention. ]

What's the Kamasutra?

[ He's semihard, growing harder by the moment-- and it's even more readily apparent now, with the boxers tugged down. He found it intensely appealing when he was fully clothed and she was the one entirely nude, and this way is no less appealing in its own wya. ]

A culture's oldest surviving text on sexuality and eroticism. As well as emotional fulfillment.

[who curr about that tho. She trusts he'll step out of his boxers when they are low enough becusase her hand is already tracing faint lines along the length of him..]

It has much more to offer, but people often use it for its collection of sexual positions. It basically a text that largely endorses and validates your way of life.

[she says largely because of the whole like, emotions and love part.]

[ He does in fact step obligingly out of his boxers while his cock eagerly responds to her touch, twitching readily. ]

Now that sounds like some quality reading. I'll have to look that one up!

[ And he won't even have to make a librarian's life hell by never returning it. ]

So you got some ideas from it, then?

I am certain you will.

[Because he's Crow.]

I did.

[She needs to strengthen him, but where to cut, even if it always heals in the process. She decides on a pectoral and she recites the spell. She is tempted to lick it, but that could prove...problematic for more than one reason, so she lets it take its course and it heals away.]

This one. [She raises a hand and water forms above it in a position that would see her with her legs around his waist, her chest facing upwards and back arched with her hands pressed flatly against the ground.]

It is a fresh angle to attempt.

[ The ability to provide picture examples is so helpful, he really appreciates it. ]

Oh hey, that looks like fun. Alright, let's do it!

[she got u fam

But she slowly, smoothly arches her back until she is on her hands, her body making a lovely curve before she props her legs up, her skirt, of course, tumbles down in a wave of black velvet, revealing her behind along the way.

In a bid of expert, lascivious athleticism, she lowers her legs while maintaining her balance until they are nearly where his hips are; she figures he will attend the rest so she can settle properly.]

[ Damn, that's hot though.

Crow's got this, smoothly stepping in and putting his hands on her hips while he positions himself, using a finger to move aside her leotard before he enters her in one smooth slide, all the way to the hilt. The angle is a new one for sure, interesting, and he takes a moment to get used to it and giver her a chance to wrap her smooth, lovely legs around his waist. ]

[That's the idea.

Though she'd deny it, right now.

She must admit while the angle intrigues her, the lack of direct sight into is also--]

--Ahh!

[Strong heat pushes its way inside her without warning or prompting, forcing the breath from her for all that she does not need to breath as he blazes a new path to pleasure in a crackling of sparks. She shudders unwittingly, thighs stiffening and core contracting to compensate. She did not expect that. He is not ususally so quick to enter her, even when he means to be rough and merciless.

She simply cannot read him all the time and she does not know if that is annoying or endearing.]

Ahh, [Less a gasp and more thoughtful this time.] That is different.

[It certainly is, and small wonder with this angle. He can hit some very interesting places like this, she thinks. But she wraps her legs around him, her stocking-covered legs wrapping around his waist.]

That was the idea.

[ He murmurs the words breathlessly, amused. He doesn't start thrusting right away, however, instead opting to slip his hand between the two of them and rub her clit in slow circles. He'll get there soon enough, to be sure, but what's it hurt to have a little extra fun in the meantime?

He'd be gratified if he knew she couldn't read him all the time-- it's how he prefers things, leaving a little unpredictability there. It's exciting, interesting, and definitely how he prefers things to go. ]

[She shifts a little to balance on one hand so she can make a gracefully dismissive gesture with the other, all without putting undue stress on Crow.

She also does it through the special attention he's decided to give her. She swallows lightly, her voice becoming somewhat airy, but otherwise even. Her body, however, tells another tale, slowly squeezing around him as it is wont to do.]

It is one matter to have an idea, entirely another for it to come to fruition. But this one certainly has...potential.

No kidding.

[ Crow does, after a moment, move his hand back to her hips so he can start to move inside her. It's slow at first, as he experiments with the new angle and the sensations it brings with it. "Kamasutra," she called it? Yeah, he's definitely putting that book on his "to-buy" list. ]

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i cannot believe this

:D

>:(

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