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She holds me helpless at first, an onslaught of pleasure and passion. Far from being intimidated by August’s passion, I find that it magnifies my own. Day to day I a creature of the mind, for all that I work on bodies. But this experience feels like…
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I have been near detonating rounds before, both sight and sound overcome completely. The effect of August grabbing me is the equivalent and the wash of sensation overwhelms. All is smoothness, heat and sweet pressure. Under my fingers. Against my bo…
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Posting our last two from the other thread. The ride to Grindhouse isn't long -- I almost wish it was longer, to savor this anticipation. My whole body feels charged with it. I take the turns hard, make a point of rising out of my seat enough to …
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Dog’s jacket is some kind of odd congruence. I stroke it nervously with the hand that is not in August’s as I follow her away from Yellowhouse and to her bike. She favors me with another one of those kisses that has me on the edge of delirium, makin…
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She pulls me in and my own passion rises to meet hers. In the tiniest corner of my mind, the only portion not entirely subsumed by the sensation of her or the emotion filling my being, I think vaguely that I must revise my notion of the nature of ki…
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And here then is the precipice. August stills in my arms, whispers against my lips, and I am certain my loosened tongue, intoxicated by her even more than the shine, has led me astray. Never once have I seen August hesitate to engage someone she des…
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I shiver at the touch of August’s lips against my neck. Her fingers on my bare shoulder. I nod in response to her question about Little Anne. “Yes, Belka has her bike now.” I say suppressing a sharp inhale, keeping my breathing even. I remember Li…
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I don’t resist August when she pulls me to dance. Maybe it's the drink fuzz in my head. Maybe it's the melancholy fuzz in my heart but I let her pull me to the floor and we begin to sway together, bodies touching. By the wrathful she smells beyond a…
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My eyes catch on the prosthetic mockery that adorns her hand. Nee could have saved the fingers, saved Marmaduke too. August means to make me feel better but my mood has slipped. My stomach though is settling, if not my head. “You all esteem me ove…
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I am misery itself. August comes and helps me up and to the rail. I know ’tis her without looking. She wipes my mouth before I can protest at her befouling her pretty clothes with my bile. The world swaying as I look over the rail tells me I am stil…
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I smile back at Dog. Something very warm and fuzzy in my head for her around the queasy feeling in my gut. The second round is mildly better than the first, which is to say not much, with my brain wrapped in a big warm fuzzy thing. Though my stom…
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“I am well enough.” I say, breathy and unsteady. “How does anyone drink that?”
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I flush a moment when Belka says I’m a virgin looking at me with those hot eyes of hers. She amends the statement immediately, teasing me. I raise my chin and step up to roll, hoping for the mildest of the drinks to start. But of course I roll the…
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*Rolling for six cup. XP=4 (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 4, 1. Total: 5)
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Caught flat-footed by August’s assertion I glance over and Grunge. A familiar anxiety shows itself. If I must dance with August, perhaps I will have some… insulation. Or perhaps I will avoid it all together. I bite my lip, making my decision, then…
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I watch Dog and Seatac quietly. Then shift and turn my watchful gaze out to the other arrows when August embraces Dog. I brush back at my hair awkwardly, it is an unfamiliar gesture. On a strange impulse I let it down from its tight knot. In the mir…
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Indeed, had it been Nee would have held the fingers in their rightful place and flesh bone and nerve would knit. I thought of it bitterly as I looked at the digits that I had no hope of reattaching to the lovely hand they belonged to. Upon close exa…
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I kneel in the makeshift infirmary and morgue taking the breather to stand the quiet vigil for Marmaduke. I brush back her hair thinking about how terribly young she looks in the dim flickering light of the hold. I look across the isle to a boater…
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I pause at the sound, going still in the middle of applying makeshift bandages. I look at the boaters around me and wonder if it was Dog or Seatac before deciding that I do not wish to know and returning to my efforts.
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I smile back, more fully this time, to see Valentine blush. “Agreed. I shall hand pick only the most pleasent of crises from now on.” August’s voice comes over the speaker and I see its effect on Valentine even as my own heart turns over. My he…
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I raise one of my bloody hands to Cujo’s shoulder as I meet her eyes. It seems as if my own feelings are raw and obvious. The contact helps to still the shaking. Between the battle and the nerves of emergency treatment, I am feeling exhausted. I clo…
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Learn craft and recover stock spent.
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I contemplate for a fleeting moment Valentine’s hands in this butcher’s business. All the same I am glad she is here. “Simply hold as I say and hand me what I ask for, my friend.” I tense as the small instrument that I’m passing over the skull …
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"How now, my precious?" I say softly, wiping away some blood from her face. "Do not compel me to add to my list today. You know how I feel about that." Stopping the blood then, and treating her as necessary. Are we at death's door here?
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I nod to Cujo, touch her arm too, squeeze it, as I pass her to kneel next to Ace. I suck a breath through my teeth. Head wounds are bad. I reach for the kit. Proceedures adn lists coming to mind instantly. Staunching blood loss first, then checking…
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I holster my gun immediately, even as Dog is doing so. Once she issues her demand I touch her bloody elbow in approval and step forward slowly, hands open in front of me.
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I shoot the one down and cover Winn as best I can before realizing I have bit off more than I am capable of handling... again, a theme with me today. A boom sounds through the hold and the man I thought would be my death instead succumbs to Seatac'…
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Definite control Winn is safe and secure.
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(Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 6, 1. Total: 7) 2xp
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I'm torn between the immanent threats to Marmaduke and Winn Dixie. I decide Winn is in the worse trouble, sign to Tin Girl to back me up and attack her attackers, shooting the one with the bat.