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auroraexpress2019-04-19 06:26 pm
hot_mess_express) wrote in auroraexpress2019-04-19 06:26 pm
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Who: Everyone
When: Day 20, evening
Where: The train and surrounding terrain
[So after all the earlier excitement.... dramatic organ music starts to play through the cars. There's no obvious source. It's just... There? All around you for a while, before fading.
Of course before the music fades there's more things going on. A mist seeps up from the earth outside the train and within the train simply seems to form like it's produced by invisible fog machines. As the mist grows into a thick fog, you can hear eerie noises. Distant wolf howls, the screech of a fox that sounds like human screaming, owls hooting hauntingly, the leathery flap of bat wings, and other, less identifiable noises of the night, strange and otherworldly.
If you go out in it, breathe it in, the mist will chill you. Make you desire... Touch.
The need to hold another person is an almost growing compulsion, but it can be fought.
However things that are harder to avoid are the flowers, night blooming wisteria in white and purple seems to have grown from nowhere in the train cars, hanging down to brush the heads of passengers with sweet scented blossoms, and the floors of the train and ground around it have become endless beds of gently glowing moonflowers.
The only places the fog and flowers don't reach are team cabins.
Effects:
Mist:
Cold that cannot be dispelled without touch, a desire to touch others.
Wisteria:
Purple blossoms cause an empathetic bond with the next person you touch. White blossoms cause arousal and a mild to powerful aphrodisiac effect.
Moonflowers:
Share memories or thoughts with the next person you touch.
By morning the mist and flowers will vanish.]
When: Day 20, evening
Where: The train and surrounding terrain
[So after all the earlier excitement.... dramatic organ music starts to play through the cars. There's no obvious source. It's just... There? All around you for a while, before fading.
Of course before the music fades there's more things going on. A mist seeps up from the earth outside the train and within the train simply seems to form like it's produced by invisible fog machines. As the mist grows into a thick fog, you can hear eerie noises. Distant wolf howls, the screech of a fox that sounds like human screaming, owls hooting hauntingly, the leathery flap of bat wings, and other, less identifiable noises of the night, strange and otherworldly.
If you go out in it, breathe it in, the mist will chill you. Make you desire... Touch.
The need to hold another person is an almost growing compulsion, but it can be fought.
However things that are harder to avoid are the flowers, night blooming wisteria in white and purple seems to have grown from nowhere in the train cars, hanging down to brush the heads of passengers with sweet scented blossoms, and the floors of the train and ground around it have become endless beds of gently glowing moonflowers.
The only places the fog and flowers don't reach are team cabins.
Effects:
Mist:
Wisteria:
Moonflowers:
By morning the mist and flowers will vanish.]
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[ He grabs one of the flowers, standing up and, if he can get close enough, tucking it into Rufus' hair. ]
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He'd still toss it aside, but Crow's fingers brush his ear in the process of putting it there and well.
Now Crow's experiencing a memory. Nothing terribly interesting at first -- Rufus is just drinking tea and looking over intelligence reports in a fancy office. The reports contain nothing that'd make sense to Crow right now, probably. It's mostly lists of armaments at certain imperial army locations.
But after a moment, there's a knock on the door. With Rufus' acknowledgement, in sweeps a very fancy redheaded man, trailed by... Crow. A younger Crow, maybe 18 years old and oddly reserved compared to how he is now.
The conversation is exceedingly tiring. Rufus receives "orders" on the Noble Alliance's next maneuvers, preparing for a war that should be "just around the corner". It's almost time to enter the final phase. In the spring, the Alliance will begin their true efforts, and surely they'll be in control within the year.
Rufus nods along, but even if Crow wasn't feeling his total lack of enthusiasm it'd be obvious he's not as much the subordinate that this man seems to think he is. He's carefully steering the conversation away from the redheads's own plans and into Rufus' instead, making it seem like it's all his "superior"'s idea. All the while he's smiling politely, but inside he's feeling nothing but loathing for the man in front of him. Eventually, the man seems satisfied and leaves, but before Crow can follow Rufus calls out to him.
"He's ever the difficult one, hm?"
"You mean he's a pain in the ass."
"Now, now. That's a terribly crude way to put it. Here. I want you to take a look at something."
That "something" is a list of schematics for personal airships, acquired from Reinford. Rufus hands it over, watching Crow's face with studious intent, taking in every reaction and every potential weakness.
"Study these, and then give me your impressions next time we meet. Your group could use one or two, yes?"
That done, he turns back to his work. As Crow heads for the door, though, Rufus offers a parting word.
"Have fun at school, Crow."
There's a layer of sarcasm in it, but in the memory Crow can feel a tint of concern that doesn't show on the surface. Rufus has mixed feelings, but he's not sure how to define them. The overarching one though, is simply: frustration.]
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...Huh.
[ It's all he has to say about it.
Rufus gets to experience a memory as well, but this one is decidedly less informative and more lewd.
Crow isn't really seeing anything but the stars floating in his vision, but he doesn't need to see to do what he's doing. His eyes are shut, but there's the impression of pressing into generous breasts, hands firmly clutching a firm ass, legs wrapped around his waist. Lips tangled sweetly in a hungry kiss, lewd and wanting.
He rubs his dick between his partner's legs ones, twice, thrice before he plunges inside of her with a husky groan. The feeling is hot and wet and amazing, but he stays still for a moment, his cock needful and throbbing as he makes out intently with his partner. And then he starts thrusting, hard and fast and hungry. It's electric, it's magic. It's breathtaking and the sounds of both of their moans mingle in chorus as he thrusts into her again. And again. And Again. He pulls away, his eyes still shut as he murmurs into her lips.
"F-fuck," and he says it as though it were an obscene prayer. "You feel--amazing---"
And he's so close, he's so close, just a little bit more and he's going to--- ]
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Rufus recoils from the touch, his face going cherry red.]
What in--
[Help he's a gay virgin and what is this.]
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It goes to follow that if he got one of Rufus' memories, then the reverse likely happened. Probably because of the flowers. And if he's that particularly fascinating shade of red, then that means-- ]
You got something lewd, huh?
[ He's trying not to be entertained. He's failing. ]
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[He's incredibly flustered, adjusting his clothes and trying to think about something sobering and not. Y'know. Randy.]
What did you see?
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A meeting with you and some pain-in-the-ass of a Noble. And me.
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[Well that's... It's not anything Crow wouldn't have known if he had his memories, Rufus supposes. So it's not so bad.]
No harm done then.
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[he's still bright red and Uncomfortable]
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You wanna bet?
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Erase that at once.
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[He's just gonna try to snatch the Chain cause. Obviously. WE DON'T NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS.]
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--Whoa! I wouldn't do that if I were you.
[ He pulls up the messaging app to Jusis and clicks on the little icon to attach a picture ]
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[You're going to DIE, Crow Armbrust.]
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[ He hits the SEND button. Enjoy that picture, Jusis! ]
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The answer is yes but it's still tempting.]
What did you just do?
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I sent a copy to Jusis.
[ He says it serenely. ]
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[He's SO MAD. At least he's over the whole sex thing now? He's just embarrassed about the photo and mad about the extortion thing.]
You'll regret that.
[Because he's going to really try to take the phone now. It's on. Boss vs Boss.]
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[ Let's be real, not having amnesia means that Rufus is gonna have the advantage in this particular Boss vs Boss battle, but that doesn't mean Crow's going to give up easily. ]
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You're stronger than you look.
[ It's a compliment, sort of.
If Rufus tries to turn on the phone, the lockscreen is girl-on-girl porn. ]
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