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Star Crossed: The Duke's Rebellion

"What you need to do," Rene replied judiciously, "is rest." The statement was probably in vain as though she might be tired it was clear from the strength of her nightmare that mere physical sleep was unlikely to help. Time would cure the wounds on her psyche if anything wood, though if Rene had access to the sort of rejuvination chamber he had used on New Concordia he would have put her in one immediately. For a moment he toyed with returning to New Concordia and doing just that, but there was no way to know if the facility would be safe, and shooting it out with with the GIDs seemed likely to be counter productive at best.

"Fine," Rene said with a sigh, perhaps conducting the kind of business she liked, diplomacy and politics, would be a better balm than anything else he could come up with at the moment.

"But not just yet," he told Mia. Crossing to the refresher he fetched bowl of warm water and a sponge and returned to Solae. Sitting her up on the edge of the bed he dipped the sponge into the water and began to bathe her, rubbing the warm water gently over her skin with as much gentle precision as he could muster. The simple act of cleaning was an incredibly intimate one, and even dhisheveld by her wounds, Solae's beauty all but took his breath away. Carefully he rubbed and scrubbed away the remnants of medical gels and the sweat of sleep, calloused fingers gently massaging tight muscles as he went, the pressure of his finger tips drawing tension from her as he worked. He moved slowly enough that the air dried her body, leaving her with that peculiarly warm sensation that a towel or sonic dry cheated a person of. He moved slowly from her face down her body, being especially gentle with her wounded legs until she had been completely cleansed.

"You will have to forgive me but marine training didn't focus much on styling hair," he told her with a smile.

"But if you direct me I believe we have a skirt and blouse that might serve as receiving clothes."

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Star Crossed: The Duke's Rebellion

Rene jolted awake with the instinct of a hundred 'stand to' drills he had gone through in his training. Before he was concious of what he was doing he was up, snatching up the gun belt some part of his subconscious recalled he had looped over the back of one of the cabins two chairs. It wasn't until his pistol was in his hand and he was scanning for a target that the world resolved itself into something more definite than a blur of motion and shapes that seemed classified as 'safe' or 'threat' in his mind. In a rush of self knowledge he realised he was naked and holding a gun while Solae was screaming and sobbing. He cursed himself mentally. Time in the marines had made him both physically and mentally into something other than what he had once been. He wondered if he would really fit into any society if, by some chance, he survived all of this. Setting the gun down on a cabinet he climbed back into bed and gathered Solae up into his arms. She felt very frail as he held her against his chest, feeling her sobs against the beat of his heart.

"I'm here," he told her quietly, knowing better than to indulge in platitudes like 'it is ok' or 'there is nothing to worry about. The truth was that being buried alive and waking up in a medical computer were only today's portion of what had been a long and horrifying series of events, begining with the destruction of everything and everyone she knew. Little wonder she had nightmares. Rene felt the bitter sting of helplessness, aware that while he could guard her physically, there was little he could do to lift the weight of a sector that had been thrust onto her shoulders.

"I'm here," he repeated again, holding her close.

Gold & Glory: AU thread

Emmaline's gold lust pounded so powerfully that her vision momentarily narrowed to a dark tunnel. She settled the necklace around her neck and nestled the gem gently between her breasts. The effect with her loose fitting sailors garments was slightly ridiculous, though even in sailors slops Emmaline's fine golden hair prevented her from looking completely comic.

"Well," she said in a throaty purr, "I suppose you have yourself a date." She set the books and supplies she had purchased on the table, and suppressed a giggle. For all of her wheeling and dealing, she could have bought all of Arcane Street for the price of the necklace Markus had bought. She wondered who it was that he had killed, but she supposed if he hadn't been rounded up by whatever passed for the authorities in Tobaro, it couldn't be too much of a big deal. Emmaline hadn't seen any city guard during her wanderings, but no town quite this large could function without some sort of law enforcement. She didn't bother to ask why Markus had killed some random citizen, that would be like asking why the tide came in. There was doubtless an explanation but it was just easier to assume that it was simply nature taking its course.

"Of course there is one problem," she pointed out, running a fingernail along one of the facets of the jewels. Markus arched an eyebrow at her. Emmaline batted her eyelashes disarmingly.

"I simply don't have a thing to wear!"

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Sure, I can walk people through character creation. A portion of it we will do in public because you need to establish links between the characters

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You can use demonic powers but your patron can wield influence against you

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Tainted are human who have sold their souls to a demon