| Just a simple Military barracks room, with a bed, shelfs, and other basics ones would need for life. So far nothing to do here, but look back soon. |
| As a man outfitted in the average attire of the Military Police stopped in front of a door, he knocked and glanced around to see that the halls were vacant for the moment, likely for the better. The man was of a tall, built stature with emblems on his shoulder to show his rank. He held a stern face, which was quite normal for him, yet it still retained somewhat of anxiety hidden in the expression. Upon Samuel answering the knocks, the man returns his gaze back to the man in front of him. "Sam, we need to talk... It's somewhat concerning... Can we talk inside?" |
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| Opening the door, Sam makes a Ehh face, looking at the man he sighs. "I already told the inspectorate office last week, those food supplies that fell off the truck, were damaged when they landed, and the little shits took the box before I could chase them. Its one fucking box of MRE's damnit! If its that big of a deal just take it out of my pay ehh! Besides its not like I was trying to help them, they helped themselves, keeps em from stealing at least yeah?" Noticing the man still looking at him sternly, he wonderd why he went here and not to the Sarge's bunk. "...ehh you arn't here about that huh?" Stepping back from the door way he motions for the man to enter. "Well I got no family minus foster siblings, any of them kicked the bucket or something?" |
| "I don't give a damn about some MRE's. I'm not going to waste my time nagging people like their mother over crap like that," The man stated with an annoyed sigh as he stepped in and removed his cap. "It's just a precaution. I don't want this information publicly known yet... A couple weeks ago, there was a group of thugs, dealers in the black market, that got totally wasted by someone. Maimed, ripped apart, crippled, gored all to hell... You heard about it, haven't you?" He certainly didn't waste much time getting to what he wanted to talk about. "One of the bastards survived... Guess he ran off and hid, or something. Regardless, he's being escorted in a few days to here so we can further question him and protect him in case whatever took the rest of his group out doesn't want him blabbering... The problem is what gibberish he's already blabbered out." Pausing shortly after that, he continued with a question. "Know what a Prototype is, Sam?" |
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| Scratching his head as the man speaks, Sam can't help but shrug. "The hell you telling me for, I'm just a grunt, or you been telling the other seven skulls as well?" He was just a corporal, and while he had made a bit of a name for himself, he wasn't a one man army, or such, just an assault man. He was use to being on point and in danger. So what was the man here for. Upon hearing his questioning he pauses for a bit. "Depends what you mean sir, A prototype is just a pre-production weapon or tool. Though its been applied to humans back when ET First kicked our asses, but that was banned ages ago." |
| Pausing once again, the man spoke up. "It was a little, fucking girl. And from what that bastard said, the feats shouldn't be possible for a normal human... If there is a Prototype on this ship, we can't just let it have free reign... Point is, the surviving son of a bitch is being escorted here. I've already gone to your other mates and told them of this. I want you all to keep watch on the escort... make sure nothing goes wrong. If that monster shows up, take it out," He told Sam. "Think you're capable of that?" |
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| "Fuck No Sir, I rather doubt I am, or you are, or anyone here is one on one. Though me and all the others might be able to. I'm sure I can drive her off, but I'm not promsing more. Whats the importance on him living? We could just hit the girl with a tracker, follow her home. Damn things weren't all that bright the last time. Which is why they don't make em now." Sighing a bit, he figured he would be running gunner. "I'll take point, you got some plan, or just covering your ass if it all falls apart sir?" While normally not something one would openly say to a superior officer, Sam felt like he had been given a one way ticket to death anyways. So whats a little back talk add tothat. |
| "If I was going to send you at it one on one, it'd save time for me to shoot you in the blasted head right now," The man stated with slight annoyance. "They're monsters, but they aren't immortal. Use your wits, fight together and you can take it out. If you can land a tracker on her, even better. You can take out any bastards with it." After assuring Sam of that, he placed the cap upon his head once again. "This isn't about covering anyone's ass. Those damned things were banned for a reason. They're unstable, malicious... They're only purpose is killing. Period. Not to mention most tend to deteriorate mentally the longer they live. Regardless of if she's being controlled by people with ill intent or not, she'll cause some chaos eventually. We need her taken care of before that happens. You want a reward afterwards? Name it. I couldn't care less so long as that monster's dealt with." With that, the man sighed and shook his head before walking out of the room. "Just be careful. You can take it down... but that doesn't mean you should take it lightly either." Finally, with a nod of his head, he took his leave. |
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| "Sir didn't you hear, we are the craziest sons of bitches in the Military Police, and I'm the blood hound. I will find her. And we will do what we must..be sure of that...and meh get the hellout!" He says with a thrown. "I need to call my family, don't want the fuckers making noise if I have a funeral is all sir. Just tell us when we'll be ready." |
| Aeronwy couldn't recall much after she blacked out. She heard screaming... gunshots.. Occasionally vision would return to her and she'd see someone carrying her, though she couldn't make out who nor could she resist if she wanted to. She didn't fully come to until she was once again on a hard table and strapped down with her usual restraints in place. It was a nostalgic feeling. Definitely not anything new. Though, she still hardly felt like even moving or trying to break out. All that electricity did a number on her. That's why they used a deep sleep chamber. It put her in somewhat of a hibernation-like state and helped with regeneration. Right now she just wanted to keep sleeping... not like it'd hurt. If they wanted to kill her, whoever they were, they had a chance to before. |
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| Sam Watching from the two way mirror presses a button calling the commander and the agent from before. "Sirs She's Awake now I'll go see how she is...fucking troublesome.." Getting up from his chair Sam streatches and yawns a bit upon entering the room. The MP seeing hte girl tied down, stand over her and stares briefly. "Well you sure like to sleep, and to fucking bite people.." |
| "Yeah? Couldn't help it, probably. What do you think they fed me, eh?" Licking her lips as Aeronwy stated that, she then scoffed at him after witnessing his reaction to her apparent cannibalism. "Kidding, blondy." Closing her eyes once again, she sighed. "Mind telling me why I lived long enough to wake up? Thought you military fucks were supposed to be smart." As Aeronwy sarcastically conversed with Sam, the commander and agent enter the other side of the mirror. "She should have been eliminated onsite. Prototypes are dangerous. She's kept in that damn jacked with those restraints for a reason. We shouldn't risk it. If she gets out somehow, do you know what she'll do? She won't try to lay low or blend in. They're made to kill, and she'll do exactly that." The latter stated, obviously not fond of the girl. "She cut down a squad unarmed and then later escaped with bullet wounds. It's a monster." |
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| "No Shit." Says Skull 1, or Sgt Calloway judging by his name tag. "You think we didn't fuckin know that ehh? Sides her boss escaped, if he can make one he can make more..Sam there just got a glance of the top of her head. So I'm not thrilled about having to look for more of these." Sam for his part backs up his commander. "Yeah, I didn't see much of him, besides If who I seen is who I think its going to be trouble.." He says reasonablly. Pausing to consider the issue the blonde trooper scratches his head. "Not that I give a shit, but if we can't jail her, or kill her, anyway we can use her?" |
| "You can't just make more. They take time, resources and expertise. If we're going to question her, that's fine. But she needs to be eliminated afterwards. We shouldn't risk it," The agent retorts with a sigh. "Use her? How so? For information? I doubt she knew much. And how would we keep her obedient in the field? Use the thugs' method and keep her on a shock collar?" The man further questioned whilst folding his arms. |
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| Skull 1 thinking on the situation pauses. "I don't think We'll need a collar, and use her for assault. Revenge is a powerful Motivator..Say Girly, yah wake?" He says to her with a glance. "Hell maybe you would like, pay, food, and some education, any of that sound good? Like Sam there? He carried you yah know, stopped you from being shot to hell, against my orders, little shit, but meh." He asks while Sam wonders why he's being brought into this |
| "Yep, I'd love some cash to go grab some new boots down at the whatever-the-fuck store." Obviously, she had enough energy for sarcasm. "Oh, and could teach me that number crap? Learning has always been a dream 'o mine!" Scoffing at that, Aeronwy closed her eyes. "Food, yes. And when I say food, I mean an actual plate filled with not shit." It wasn't hard to believe that she wasn't fed that well with her last group. At his other statements, the girl opened her eyes and glanced over to Sam. "Pft, he just didn't want to pay," She commented, referring to Sam's previous command of Get on your knees, though likely he'd be the only one to get it, if anyone. "Just get ta' the point, tags." "And after that revenge is over with? Then what?" Sighing once again, the agent had practically given up since they seemingly wanted to make use of her. Regardless, he'd still be watching her. |
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| "Well shes a smart ass enough for us." Sighing a bit Skull one looks over at the Intell officer and pauses. "Let me put it this way sir, under law 2137 all prototypes that survived the Puntive uprising, were granted rights as sentient beings, and conscirpted into federal service. Each was also given a handler, So I'm saying I'm conscripting the smart ass. Shit I like you, Tags huh? Think I'll call you Akula, Skull 9. Shark looking bitch." Laughing at that the Sarge pulls a needle from his back pocket. Or rather two. Sticking one into Sam while the man is unawares, the later looks angirly. "What the Fuck!? Jesus Christ Sir!" "Ah Shut the hell up Hound. So tell yah what missy, you'll get real food, some of those tie downs taken off yah, a nice place to sleep, and learn even more ways to be a smart ass. Personally I wanted to shoot yah, but Hound there dragged you out, gots a good eye for people." Thumping the needle he smiles. "Anyways I just shot a transmitter into old Hound there..In this other needle is a nanobomb. It'll stay in yah just untill we are sure you won't be a threat to society yah know. You run away too far from Hound, or kill him well BOOM goes your fucking head. Better than that stupid collar they forced yah to wear...and for fucks sake at least where a skirt. Sound like a good deal girl?" In part he was lying...if they had nano bombs like that it would be nice, but the idiots on the street and TV believed they did, in reality though it was just a collection of anti-biotics and other regulation medications. Calloway then looks at the agent. "And if she refuses, Hound can just shoot her. So girl do you want a fast death, or do you want to be made to wear at least a skirt and be part of my happy team of cunts, assholes, and the meanist sons of bitches in the whole damn East Ward? He'll you'll get to kill lots of the fucks that used to put it in you and kicked you around as a fucking bonus." |
| "I do bite, tags," Aeronwy warned as she watched the needle apathetically, though she was thankful nonetheless when the sarge jabbed it into Sam and drew an amusing enough reaction out of him to make her chuckle a bit. It was the first time she smiled that they saw, at the least. "One prissy hound, ya' got, jumping over one needle," She commented. At his further explanation about the deal, Aeronwy scoffs. "Doesn't that mean if that dumbass gets killed some other way, I bite it too?" She questioned, not quite liking that part... though as long as he didn't die it meant she wouldn't get shocked. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Jab it in me if it means I can stop being strapped to a fucking table for a while... And they're just fucking underwear, you goddamn prudes. A couple of you fucks shot me and you blush from some panties? Gimme a break." Huffing a bit at that, it's a bit hard to tell if the girl actually buys what he said, though she definitely did. She'd been sheltered and frankly wasn't all that intelligent to begin with, so it wasn't hard to take advantage of both her stupidity or her naivety. "I said yeah! Now jab it the fuck in me and gimme some goddamn food! If I don't get some food in me by the end of the day, I'm chowing on one of you bastards." Considering her teeth... that was a threat one would best take with caution. "And what's up with you 'n skirts? That yer fetish 'er something?" At this whole situation, the officer just sighed, unsure of how to react. He wondered how long this nanobomb bluff would last. The girl was in relatively good condition, which meant people that were still researching Prototypes were advancing, or she was fairly young. What worried him was what exactly would deteriorate; her body, mind, mental state or something else. If her mental state went, it wouldn't matter what they threatened her with, she'd just go berserk. |
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| Injecting the needle into her with a grunt, the commander leads the officer out he shrugs. "We could make use of her is all I'm saying Plus at least this way she can't harm but one person, and I already told him if she goes nuts to shoot her, plus earlier when she was asleep, we placed a tracking chip in her..though not like she could escape the hound. Oh shes strong alright..but not strong enough to take a sniper shot." Sam having left out with them, sighs. "Sir you love to gamble too damn much.. Though I guess I brought the stray home..anyways why are you both so upset with who we seen?" With that his NCO laughs. "As he's one of the most powerful men on the station. Anyways take care of her needs, handlers often had strange tasks to carry out, though by the time most of them broke down, they were too attachted to there handlers to kill them, mostly committing suicide..though she could be the lucky 11th, then of them lived normal lifespans with no prolbems..I'll tell her about the shot in a couple years, we can all laugh, or she can deck me in the face. Anyways here the keys." Catching them, Sam sighs, not liking this, more so the...do things for them line, it was like keeping a pet..but he had brought the stray in. Returning shortly there after, with some roasted beef, mash potatos, green beans, and some tea in a paper cup, he lays the collection down in his room. Making a tch sound, as he wheeled the girls table down to his room, Sam lossens the straps, then looking at the restraints undoes the basic ones. "So whats with the weights? I can take them off, just not sure if they are there as you can't control your strength..anyways your foods over there on my table..I'll see about getting you a bed..also I ran you some water in the tub..you smell like you haven't been washed in weeks. Also some of my sleep wear is left on the toilet. You can wear that while we wash your shit." Slightly irritated he sighs, laying down on his bed. "I'm going to nap, don't think you'll try killing me..was a pain in the ass staying up while you selpt, need anything just ask." While being rude and seemingly uncarring with it all, he went further and in advance of what his orders had asked for, which was likely kinder than anyone had ever treated the girl. |
| "Ya' already fucking injected me with that shit, didn't ya'? Why can't ya' let me walk down the goddamn halls?" Aeronwy complained as she was rolled down them via table. To his question, she sighed. "I would've thought you tagged fucks would know about this kinda shit. The jacket keeps me restrained, of course. The black weights on my ankles and wrist work exactly how you think... or would think... I don't know the fancy science behind'em, but when there's a light along the outside of them, it's harder for me to move, keeps me down at the level of a normal person. When they ain't glowing, well, they're still weights but they don't get in the way much, get it, blondy?" After that, Aeronwy noticed the food and apparently began tuning him out as she headed straight for it and began digging in. Not even acknowledging him as he stated he wanted to sleep, she continued eating until she completely cleaned the plate. Thankfully, she had listened to him... somewhat... and next entered the bathroom. Stripping herself of the clothing and easing into the water with a relieved sigh, she couldn't remember the last time she was given a chance to relax like this. It did make her think why the blonde did what he did, however. It didn't make sense for him to not let her get shot back there. Regardless, she wouldn't find out by thinking on it. It was time to get out anyway. Stepping out of the tub, Aeronwy dried herself and took the clothes... or rather, the shirt laying there. For whatever reason she didn't want to wear the shorts and so she did the... illogical... and thieved a pair of boxers from one of Sam's drawers while he slept, afterwards approaching the bed, sitting next to it, resting her elbows on the side and her chin in her hands in turn, simply staring at him. To him, it would look as though she was plotting something, when in reality the girl was simply trying to figure him out, to no avail. She wasn't going to bite the hand that fed here... well, anyway. Her mentality was quite simple. Ironically, like a pet's. |
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| Waking up and noticing her stare, Sam is briefly distracted by her gaze. "Ehh ...hell yah staren at me for..anyways unless yeah want to wear those weights for some reason, we can remove em, we're partners...speakin of given what you did, you'll likely have to run the guantlet and Training Sims, mostly so everyone can take a crack at yah..better they kill yah as much as they want in there, than to try out here. Eight is going to be happy to not be bottom man on the pole anymore, heh." Sniffing at her from where he is he just shuts his eyes. "well least you don't stink now" |
| "Cause ya' didn't let me die. Why the hell didn't you?" Aeronwy replied blatantly. "An' what's this gauntlet thing yer talkin' about? What, you assholes wanna take more potshots at me?" Narrowing her eyes a bit at the suggestion, Aeronwy doesn't otherwise move much or adjust her stare. As he closed his eyes once again, the girl simply continued to stare to stare at him before grinning a bit. "Going to sleep again? What'd ya' tell me to get on my knees for then?" She inquired, seemingly trying to tease him. |
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| Sighing a bit he opens his eyes once more deciding to answer the girl. "You did kill a few of us, while it was professional attempts on each other, you have to remember they were part of the same job. And the Guantless is something we all do, you have to walk down the line, we pelt you with shit, or just mess with yah. Nothing serrious, just hazzing. The Arena is where they'll likely try killing you, but its VR so no harm done." Thinking on why he saved her, Sam gives a shrug. "You were a slave, and you were asleep, wouldn't be right killing you for that..if you were up fighting, or doing this as you wanted, yeah I would have shot you. Call it being human." "That was telling you to surrender.." Rolling his eyes and exhaling with a scoff, Sam shuts his eyes again. "If you get tired or bored, just go to sleep, if you need anything let me know...fucking annoying..but yeah don't leave this room till Sarge has your papers." |
| "So do I get to slap the people who put a bullet in me? It'll heal, don't mean it hurts any less though," The girl reasoned with a light huff. "Yeah, yeah. I'm used to a bunch of fucks taking cracks at me. It's nothing new," She said with a light shrug before moving onto his answer. Scrunching her brows in confusion, Aeronwy hovers over him and stares him down further. "Well, are you the only human that exists, then? From what I heard, one bastard was about to blast me, the other bastard gave the order to blast me, and the last just wanted me gone however the fuck it happened. Are you mental or something?" Then... came his retort to his tease, which highly disappointed Aeronwy. "Oh, come on. That's it? Don't you guys like it when a pretty girl wears your clothes?" Thinking a bit on that, she returned to resting her chin in her hands. "You could be into other swords, I guess... Man, that'd be boring." |
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| Sighing a bit annoyed he swigns hie right arm in her direction, flicking his hand as if telling her to shoo. "Its just one time thing, those men you killed regardless of why you did it had friends and family you know. Now shut up will yah." Scoffing at her other remark he says nothing to it prefering to just ignore her. It was an effective way to deal with most people he had to reflect. |
| "Oh, that must've been nice for them," Aeronwy murmured in disinterest, obviously not enjoying her being treated like a pest. Growling a bit, she quickly moved to bite his hand, albeit gently as to not draw blood or leave any permanent marks, though it'd be an annoying feeling still. At least this showed she held some restraint. "If yer gonna treat me like a pesty mutt, I'm gonna act like one." Releasing him after a bit, she sighs. "Fine, I'll sleep. Move over, blondy," She ordered rather than asked. |
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| "Ehh?! Move over? Why in the hell would I do that..you were sleeping on that table for hours.." He says slightly irritated, opening his eyes, Sam looks at the girl feeling her teeth. "..meh..just wait a bit..I'll see where your bunk is.."Closing his eyes again he didn't seem moved by her request. |
| Growling once again, Aeronwy could easily force him to move over, but regardless decided to mount and look down at him. "That's fine. I'll just sleep on this bed," She said with a huff, it then turning into a bit of a grin. "Or would you prefer this, eh blondy?" She inquired tauntingly. "Maybe want me to get on my knees again, hm? Sure ya' didn't have any ulterior motives when you saved me?" |
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| Opening his eyes, Sam's face turns a bright red. "I-its not like that or anything at all ddamnit!..J-just..h-here!" Rolling over to his side, he uncovers half the bed. "..just..back to back okay.." Gulping slightly, this was a strange position to be found in with the girl stil positioned over his midsection as she was. |
| "Oh? Are ya' sure...?" Aeronwy pushed him further. When he attempted to cave in and roll over to give her room, she grabbed his wrists and kept him place. "What if I don't want that bed now? What if I just wanna' play with the one I'm on?" Chuckling mischievously as she spoke, the girl then tilted her head a bit and leaned down closer to his face. "What'd tags say you were? My handler, right? Then... why don't you handle me." |
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| Turning a deep red Sam just simply tries ignoring her other offer, but decides to answer the other bit. "Its not like I want bottom bunk or shit..I'll sleep on the top." He says obviously not getting, or at least pretending to not get her first remark. "J..just go to sleep damnit." He says even as she still sits on him holding his arms. "..tch..are you going to sleep or just wanting to keep me awake?" |
| "Maybe I should handle you, then." Sliding her lower half down a bit from his abdomen, Aeronwy giggled a bit more. "Hm... Maybe if you stop acting like you don't know what's going on, I will... If you can honestly acknowledge what's happening and truthfully say ya' want me to stop... I might listen to you. If you keep acting like a fucking virgin, though, I'm probably just gonna keep teasing you... or are you one? That leaves more of a possibility for... fun..." Licking her lips after saying that, it could be noted that it was much longer than normal. Shark-like teeth, snake-ish tongue... One had to wonder exactly what they did to her. |
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| Sam not wanting to really piss her off had to admit she was interesting looking, sighs a bit before searching for the right words.."I..its not like I would want to do that with you..just not now..And Feh I'm not a virgin damnit..just it feels like your only doing it to pay me for something." Feeling a bit uneasy he can feel something starting to rise up from himself. "Goddamnit just get off now and go to sleep.." |
| Pausing at that, Aeronwy sucks her slithering tongue back into her mouth. Tilting her head once again, she adopts somewhat of a serious expression. "What if I'm doing this cause I want, hm? Maybe I'm sick of people havin' their way with me and want to reverse it for once? Besides, you should've heard back when I was talking to the bald fuck... Maybe I like blondes. What would you say then?" Releasing his wrists, she places both hands atop his chest and waits patiently for his reply. In all honesty, the girl might just be fucking with him. |
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| "...ehh..Ehh!?..T-thats not a correct thing to do, damnit!..A-and why blondes?" Shaking her words off with a shake of his head, he decides to save himself some trouble. Swinging his left fist into his jaw, he hopes to knock himself out, but rather just hurts himself."...oww..just..go to sleep please.." Sighing a bit he looks at her, but doesn't seem in the mood to say more. "...not like I could stop you if you wanted to do that.." |
| Grinning at that, Aeronwy then does the surprising... and simply plops down at his side. "Don't worry. You're safe... for now... I wanna really catch you off guard," Snickering maliciously at that, she cuddled into him. "Though, ya' did save me, so think of this as a reward. If you wanna cop a feel, go for it... Like hell you have the spunk to do that. Maybe after I train you..." Chuckling a bit more with the same evil nature as before, Aeronwy shuts her eyes, uncaring of if Sam might have some trouble sleeping after getting worked up like that. |
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| Sighing a bit Sam shakes his head. "devil..just go to sleep.." Wathing her snuggled up to him, remind him much like a cat for some reason. Absent mindedly, his left hand strokes through her hair briefly, as he himself shuts his eyes for a rest, while she had agitated him, he was dead tired. |
| Before he even could call her a devil, she was out. It wasn't hard to believe considering her treatment prior. The girl probably dreamed of simply laying down and falling asleep on her own without being forced into a hibernation-like state by that damned chamber. Though, at the least she was cute when she was docile. Later on, upon waking from her little nap, Aeronwy takes note of Sam's hand being intertwined with her hair and strikes a cheeky grin. "Hehe... Like my hair, do ya' blondy?" She murmured in question so as to not wake him. As she leaned up, her tongue slithered out of mouth and slid and poked against his ear. It was a bit random but Aeronwy guessed it would be an amusing way to wake him up. One could wonder, however, why it was she took such pleasure in teasing Sam specifically. |
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| "Ugh..Wha.." Opening his eyes the MP tries to find the source of this...sensation..feeling something wet against his ear, he opens his eyes looking to the left, to see the snake like tongue moving against his ear. "EHH! What the hell! I don't need a damn bath!" Attempting to sit up he sighs. "What do you want..not like I care or anything..but you woke me up.." |
| Laughing still with her tongue out, Aeronwy mocks him with her expression, flicking her tongue a bit for further taunting. "Oh? Don't like the tongue that much? Maybe if it was wrapped around somewhere you'd take more of a liking to it than my hair." Obviously, the girl would be sexually harassing poor Samuel for the remainder of their time together. "You sure you don't wanna' bath? I can clean you up pretty good." Wiggling her tongue once again, she lets out an unnerving cackle before pulling the slithering tongue back into her mouth. "I wanna know when that fuck's gonna get the damn papers... or at least some clothes. Not that I doubt you enjoy the view with me wearing these, but I at least want a shirt that's mine and ain't made for restraining my arms..." She stated before huffing and crossing her arms. "Why the hell do I need papers, anyway?" |
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| Sighing a bit at the girls antics while blushing time to time, Same pulls his way up not that she's not holding him down. "IF you don't want any damn pants I'll just get you some long fatigue shirts, that should help you out yeah with that style of yours..ehh I'll bring a few things, you can change them how you want.." Looking at her weights, he pulls the keys he was given earlier and uncuffs her of them. "Not like they do anything anyway...hmph not like I care about them.." Ignoring her harassment or at least trying to, sighing with one final look at her Sam shakes his head. "When I get back I'm taking a real bath, and the papers are so you don't get shot or arrestted really...i'll hold on to those.. also getting that other bunk..Stay here and behave." Returning a few minutes later, she seems to have at least listend, laying a collection of shirts and other clothing at the foot of the bed, and dragging in the frame for another bunk with a rolled foam self expanding matress, Sam sighs. "I'm going to wash..just find what you want to wear on duty..your a special enough case to let deviate slightly.." Heading into the wash room, and stripping, Sam crawls his way into the tub, letting it fill with hot water as he closes his eyes to rest a little. |
| "I don't think you want any pants for me either," Grinning at that, Aeronwy enjoyed making him blush. It was fairly amusing and a bit cute to her... as well as a nice change of pace from the men she had usually been the company to. However, midway through her teasing, he stops blushing long enough to release her weights. Adopting a puzzled look on her face, the girl rubs her red wrists. She didn't think they'd actually take the weights off. Then he even got her clothing. Staring at the clothes, still with a confused face, Sam then declared he was going to wash and instantly Aeronwy grew a cheshire grin. Did he honestly think she wouldn't waltz in there? Sneaking quietly into the bathroom having already stripped prior, Aeronwy stealthily made her way to the side of the tub. Resting her arms on the side, she in turn rests her chin on them. Snickering a bit, she finally speaks. "Huh, yer blade ain't half-bad. Why do ya' get so flustered, eh Sammy?" |
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| Sam yelps a little turning to see the smiling shark tooth. "M-my blade? Wha.." Hurridly coviering himself with his hands he glares a bit in the water, not turning to face her...or rather turning his head as to not face her. "..I'm not flusterd damnit..you just don't have any manners.." Grimmacing a bit, the blode Soldier sighs. "Is this about the clothes and stuff..don't look at it wrong..just don't want you walking around in that crap like some half assed slave..I couldn't care at all about you..you just looked like you needed a hand is all.." Still not facing her, with a sigh he waits. "Can you just go back in there now.." |
| "Why's yer hand raising, I wonder..." Snickering at that, Aeronwy slid in behind him in the tub, wrapping her arms around his chest and her legs around him as well."Looks like your having a bit of trouble there... Maybe my feet can do a better job 'o concealing it..." Brushing her feet against his hands and what they were covering, the girl's tongue slithered out of her mouth once again to pester Sam's ear. "I can wash ya' too..." His reactions truly were entertaining to her. "You can watch me play dress-up later, ya' prude... stop trying to change the subject..." |
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| "W..what..I.." Not finding more to say, Sam simply sighs, though he wasn't sure he wanted a foot job..the woman seemed intent on paying him back as she put it. Pouting slightly, Sam seems to be considering how to explain matters. "I..grew up in a big family..well if a foster home is a family..so we all lived together..so..its like then, which I wouldn't have..slept with any of my sisters..so your offers are a bit...out of place?" |
| Aeronwy seems to pause at that, even frown a bit at his explanation. "That's a giant load of shit if I ever heard one. You're seriously trying to make the excuse that you don't want this cause you care? You care about someone that pulled the arms off some of yer buddies like they were parts to a fucking doll? Don't feed me that shitty line. I've heard it before and it's been bullshit every time," She growled out, apparently not liking his response. |
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| "Tch idiot..you were a slave and a weapon. That hasn't change much minus we don't beat you, and pay you, treat you a bit better..I'm not given to killing sleeping people, more so slaves, even if they are fucked up as you." He says with a scowl. "And don't get me wrong, you'll pay in full for the lives you took from our side..but blaming you is like blaming a rocket drone. Its the operator thats at fault." Remembering an old probverb from his father Sam shrugs in the water. "Who is more guilty the sword, or the hand that wields it?...I believe in justice..yeah maybe I'm not being honest with you or my self, but just shooting you there wouldn't have been justice..least I'm not likely to beat you or shit they did, and this way the bastards can be paid back for killing my comrades. We are Soldiers, we don't blame others for killing us while following orders..even soldiers with shock collars and shark teeth..happy?" |
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