WilsonTurner

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Harold "Juppy" Benson sat in the middle of the room, unusually quiet- he wanted to get a read on everyone else before he started talking. He didn't want to accidentally piss someone off to the point where they knocked his nose off, after all. Well, he thought to himself, he was only unusually quiet because HE knew that he usually wouldn't shut up, so it's really hard for anyone else to know that he's being unusual. Which meant that his first impression was that of a quiet loser who sat in the middle of the room.

Therefore! He must make sure they are all well aware of his personality. He opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the door opening, and their stern XO. His jaw, of course, remained open, and he just stared at her for a moment, before closing his mouth with an audible *clop*!

He heaved myself up from his chair in, perhaps, an overly exaggerated fashion, and then followed the rest of the recruits and vets into the next room, where they took another seat. He dropped into his with, again, a somewhat exaggerated fashion. And yet, he was all ears- he listened attentively, and asked away as soon as the other two had finished.

"I hope you'll allow me to get some more extensive command-and-control modules with a more specialized mech, soon, because I'm not much of a front line fighter. Not out of lack of skill, I'm just better at pointing out where things are goin' south, you know? And I don't mean command and control as me being in control, but rather me being the one that points out that there's a small horde heading towards one of our guys, and letting everyone know if enemy reinforcements are coming or anything. I'd be the spotter for airstrikes, you know? The one who watches the map and keeps everyone up to date, relays orders, request new ones. Tactical is my thing, and I suppose I see that you want to see if my fighting skills are good and trustworthy and- okay yeah I'll shut up now. Sorry mates."

He had leaned forward throughout his little dialogue, getting more and more into it, but when he cut himself off, he dropped back into it, taking a deep little breath.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Savi
Alright, there's a post for you.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Now wearing a pair of sweatpants and rubbing a towel to dry his hair, Alexey stepped out of the bathroom. He didn't immediately head for his phone; instead, he walked over to the TV, and flicked it on to the first news channel showing the weather. Listening absently as he went about his routine of making a peanut butter and jelly toasted sandwich, plus fruit cup and an apple, he sat down on his couch to enjoy it, towel forgotten on his head.

Then he remembered his phone, and Amena, and bolted for it.

About twenty six seconds later, he already had a reply written and sent- I did indeed, Amena. Two questions, to know for today's schedule: did you sleep well? And shall we meet up later today?

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aulfr woke with a small start, jerking slightly against an unusual weight on his torso- on his... His already confused mind became even more muddled when his eyes registered Aleksandra, and then she was kissing him. Something flipped inside his chest, and he realized just where the nearly naked woman was sitting. His right hand automatically came up to cup her cheek; his left hand went up to rest on the curve of her side, right on the edge of her ribs.

He felt her fingers on his skin, and he felt every single movement that she made, every tiny adjustment. He knew that, at this rate, Aleksandra would probably provoke him into doing things that he was... encouraging for, but wasn't planning on actually doing. And her straddling him was certainly encouraging him.

With a groan that broke their kiss, he pushed her away, forcing her to straight her back as he took a small gasp- he didn't quite have all his breath, whatwith awaking from a deep sleep to a all-consuming kiss, and all. So, instead, he settled for words.

"Good morning to you too?"

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

/me floats over bluehairperson and fiddles with hair with weird appendages hanging underneath

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

Isn't it ironic how she's saying to wear your invisible crown, but she's wearing a real crown?

Ugh.
:b

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Wow, I completely forgot that I posted.

*tapping microphone* Any grownups here?

@MesmerEyes
Well I'm certainly not that immature -.-
Though I am in high school

Anyways- Welcome to the Guild! You'll find that the exit is blocked with a black hole. Stay or die, doesn't matter to us :b

@FreyaRoseJane
I would help you with your procrastination cult, if I ever got around to it.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

He was just about to start humming, peaceful and happy though he was, when she brought up the subject of... the little ones. His slight rocking back and forth froze for a moment, before continuing, as he though about what she just provoked. Children were not part of his plan- he wanted to move and take over Noxus, and then maybe take over those people who makes nice explosives, so that he could provoke Ardany into doing something rash, and then taking over Ardany and leaving the land of explosions alone. Children didn't fit in until he had finished all these; he needed a heir when he had his rule over whatever it was he'd be ruling when secure, not before.

But Aleksandra might end up changing that. He couldn't have his assassin down and out for the count, either, for several months- he needed her. And, he's heard of how women get when they're pregnant, and having a moody, emotional woman, a moody, emotional, exotic, DANGEROUS woman, in his bed every night while she still had some beef on him wasn't a sound idea for him.

And then her brothers- did she even know that they were en route, trying to secure peace? They had mentioned a package that they will pay dearly for, and he had no doubt that it'd be Aleksandra. He could bargain a lengthy peace with Ardany, if he used her- but might insult them if they find out she's here, and he refuses to let them take her, and that she has significant power. He'd be risking war, or at least heavy scowling from Ardany.

But with her curled up against him, he almost didn't care.

So he enjoyed the kiss, and continued stroking her hair- his goal was to put her to sleep, and then think on all that she was telling him.

It only took ten minutes for her to slip into unconsciousness; he waited probably another ten minutes to start moving again. He stood up, Aleksandra in his arms, and set her on the bed. Retrieving some of his bandages, he carefully applied them to her still somewhat bloody shoulder, and then debated about her clothing. Finally, he decided it needed to come off- he didn't need bloodstains in his sheets, and she'd sleep more comfortably. She had taken to spending his money freely, so it wasn't as if this wasn't her only dress- being inexperienced at dresses, he, quite literally, just cut the thing off with one of his sharper knives. He tried not to stare too much at her in her underclothes, which were, in comparison to the normal Noxan lady's, rather sparse. He quickly tucked her into the center of his bed.

Then he took a step back, and looked down at his ridiculous garb. He sighed to himself, and used his same knife to slice off his clothing, too- he'd never wear the silly thing again. He took some amount of pleasure in cutting it up, already preparing for an end to his father's rule.

Then he slipped into bed behind the sleeping Aleksandra, and pulled her close, fitting her back to his chest, the back of her legs to the front of his, fitted like a glove. He lightly wrapped arms around her smooth, exposed belly, and let himself fall asleep.

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