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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 15:53 Post #81 |
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She looked pretty much the same as the night before actually, except the obvious lack of make up which left her looking her natural self. A bit more girl next door really, and a lot less tattoo artist even if the ink was forever part of her. Her nails though were lacking the red and black they'd had the last night, but instead appeared to simply have been painted with a see through layer of varnish that gave them a shiny surface. And her hair? It lacked the pink colouring of last night, instead it appeared to be a natural blonde, currently devoid of any hair products to make it do anything other than fall softly around her face. All in all though, she was just Lucy. Just with a little less colour currently painted on her. "Mm, yeah, I can" the girl said with a smile. "I don't usually do though, not a lot anyway, but, it's sort of nice to have some things be normal" her fingers rubbed the warm surface of the cup there it rested comfortably in her hands. "It's not common. Most can't. And even I can't process it normally" meaning she had to get rid of it in other ways. Though, she didn't quite feel like saying how while he was eating. "But, I think we've already established I'm a bit of a freak, right?" |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 16:00 Post #82 |
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The muscular man leaned onto the table and rested his thick elbows, munching softly, taking time to pause between bites when he spoke. "Freak, no. Some other style of lifeform? Clearly. I know a bit about the mental and physical changes that go on in Ghouls.... for a time some people would bring me ones they saved from the.. Sabbat? I guess. They had me care for them until the blood bonds faded and the cravings and worst of the mental affects healed. Then I'd get them new ID's and help them back into the world. It was brutal stuff. It may sound silly, since I'm not much of a "magic is real" kind of guy, I've always thought there had to be some sort of fundamental change in the blood that can be passed from host to host, which alters the body form pure human to something more. There are less than stellar affects at time, but I've seen recently that you're not inherently monstrous. Despite your new bodily needs." It was a pet theory he'd had... and he'd never really talked about it. Trying to discuss science and magic with Mac would get him laughed at, and maybe had a bottle thrown at his head, he was curious to talk about it with Sawyer, but after all the crap that went down he didn't think they guy really WANTED him around... which made him sad. Toran was a very smart man. He walked around like a blue-collar mechanic and one step up from a thug, but he'd accumulated the equivalent of several degrees in Electronics and Engineering and he could take apart and break security systems faster than the people who made them sometimes. It just wasn't something he showed to many people. The labyrinthine mind hidden inside his powerful figure. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 17:29 Post #83 |
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"You did that with ghouls? Wow.." that was one Hell she wasn't quite sure if she could even imagine. The girl had never been fully bonded to someone, wasn't really sure she wanted to try it either. And she'd seen some pretty broken Ghouls over the relatively short time she'd been Kindred. How anyone was suppose to recover from something like that was... "Makes me wonder how someone like you feel about being on this side of the fence..." she smiled gently. "There's benefits, sure, a potentially endless life being one of them. But, you're already feeling some of the side effects. And then there's of course the fact that as far as my society's concerned, you're a second class citizen" though hopefully, he would've figured out by now that the relatively young Brujah wasn't comfortable seeing the world that way. "I'm not sure how much I ought to be telling you though. Not that i mind talking with yo about this stuff, but, you kinda belong to someone else and I don't want to overstep my bound, you know?" she hoped he understood at least. "Letting me see you like this and hang out is already pretty generous" all things considered. The blonde took a sip of her coffee. Just a small one. "Though, if he says it's fine, then I'll gladly share what I know and hope that it somehow helps you" |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 17:39 Post #84 |
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The big man nods his head slightly. "I understand. It was brutal yeah. When it was first asked of me I had no idea the... needs.. I'd have to figure out how to sate until the cravings passed. Some of them got pretty cannibalistic, so I had to use raw meat, cleanest I could find, to let them tear into it to get that craving out... and the sexual cravings... those got... weird." He shifted and blushed. He didn't want to go into detail about some of the stuff he'd had to do to help those ghouls keep their sanity. His silver-blue eyes regarded her. "Yeah, it was complicated. I have terminal bone cancer. No medical cure can fix it. I was looking at being dead in 2 years or so, and a long period of decay and bodily decline before that. Unfortunately, I went out of my head with a condition called hypercalcimia, the tumors leached all the calcium out of my blood. I went a bit out of my head. Ran into my old friend Mac, she apparently knew Mr. Flint and his.. mate?... and in my madness I caused Mr. Flint to bond me to keep me alive. When the blood was in my system and I heard all the shouting I started to fix myself. When I came back to reality I was a ghoul with no real memory of the events. Apparently fucked everything up pretty solid. Mac hasn't talked to me since and Mr. Flint and I are in a state of flux.... though he did tell me I was allowed to talk to people. I get the feeling he doesn't care for owning a slave. Told me he'd rather have a partner but, as you can imagine, it's a lopsided deal." He patiently started eating the eggs, looking down at the table. He'd just dropped a lot for the woman to think about and he wasn't going to rush her reply. Or judge her for wanting to get the hell out of dodge. It had been made pretty clear to him that he was a huge fuck-up where this stuff was concerned. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 18:14 Post #85 |
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Sure enough, she went quiet for a little while, processing everything he'd said. And, it was a lot to take in. The situation he'd found himself in and gotten tangled up in maybe best described, not as problematic, but a trainwreck. He was however, still alive. And that counted for something, didn't ? And while he might've fucked, he admitted so himself, he had proven that despite it? He hadn't given in to either the illness or the blood. Well, maybe a little to the blood. But she'd sort of encouraged that. "Life's fucked up sometimes. You might try to do the right thing and still get kicked in the balls when you least expect it. Or be an active athlete who've never smoked or eaten unhealthy his entire life and still up and die from cardiac arrest" so no, life wasn't fair. Not at all. "Still. Sometimes you just got to take a chance and make the best of it. Sometimes that's the only viable option" the blonde considered something before talking again. "I was embraced on a whim, you know? My Sire wasn't necessarily looking for a Childe but a Ghoul. But life decided to get in the way. I was shot" Lucy looked at him. " And he had a choice of letting me die or take a chance on the potential he'd seen in me and for which he'd wanted to Ghoul me" A small shrug of her shoulders nearly caused the hoodie to slip off completely. " When life throws you a curveball you can't hit? Then stand in its way, take the pain and work on hitting the next one" Edited by Lucy Fehrer, Saturday, 23. November 2013, 18:15.
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 18:20 Post #86 |
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The big man nods and raises the cup up and then takes a sip, toasting her with the coffee she made him. "Not sure I'd have too much of a problem with going all the way. World's a weird place alright and I'm starting to gather I don't know much about what happens on the shadow side. Which... given that some would consider me a professional facilitator of crime these last 18 years, is saying something." He chuckles softly and manages to suppress the instant blast of rage that traveled through his system at the thought of her being shot. "Can't imagine the stuff I'd be able to build or put together with a few hundred years to work and learn. It's a pretty interesting idea. I suppose that's the nature of facing your mortality, you have to decide whether you're willing to cease or not. Since they told me about the cancer I've realized, I really dislike the idea of a place where I'm not existing. Ego-Centric I suppose, but honest." He had saved the last of the bacon to finish out his meal, wiggling his eyebrows as he regards it. He did love him some nice, crispy bacon. If she wanted too, she was welcome to stick around if it meant getting breakfasts like this. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 18:41 Post #87 |
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"It's only natural to want to live. All creatures have it in them, some stronger than others. But, there's nothing wrong in that. It's how any species survives" except for that Australian animal which name she couldn't remember. No real fight or flight instincts there... And still the race survived! Guess it was the exception that proved the rule. "I hope you and Sawyer can work whatever problems you have and find a balance. It would be nice to have you sticking around" the Swede smiled at him, perfectly relaxed despite the oddness of their situation. "And you'd have the time to really test your potential" as that was one thing the undying and their servants had, time. Time to learn, time to test their limits, time to evolve. Though also time to fall, and the potential of the drop was intimidating. It was a two edged sword. But wasn't most things in life that way? Why should unlife be any different. "Mm, was breakfast okay? Even if it's the wrong time if day" |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 18:47 Post #88 |
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He looked up at her with his silver-blue eyes and grinned behind his beard, popping the last chunk of bacon into his mouth, chewing with exaggerated joy and then smiling wider. "I've enjoyed everything I've eaten since you've gotten here. Best meals of my life." He chuckles in his dark rolling tone and picks up the dishes, walking over to the sink so he can start to wash them. A generally neat and organized man, he never hesitates to clean up his kitchen and keep it well. "It is interesting, to consider all the time to learn new skills and develop new talents. Maybe I'll improve my singing voice." He grinned with devilish amusement and winked a silver eye at her. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 19:08 Post #89 |
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The smile and the comment would've actually managed to get her to blush had she still been mortal. Not much, bit still. She would've blushed. "Do I get to help you practice?" Lucy grinned, leaning her head back to look over at him when he got up to fix the dishes. What? Just because she would've blushed didn't mean she was in any ashamed. And besides, between the use of his tongue and his voice, he'd turned her into a trembling wreck. So... Yes, she would very much like to try that again. Although a next time she ought to bring a change of clothes. Just to be safe. Her blue eyes, despite the nature of her existence, were full of life. Though by now, he ought to know that that's just how she was. And the fact that she was dead had done nothing to change it. "And I like that eye colour... To sound like I'm quoting a movie, I've never seen eyes like yours" |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 19:14 Post #90 |
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"Anytime you want babe, you can come help me rehearse." He grins warmly at her and chuckles as he dries and sets aside the dishes. "Yeah, they've always been light blue. The blood brings out the lighter tones in them I guess. They're only like this when I've had blood in me, anyway. I figure it's a sign of the physiological changes. Either way, it does look cool." He chuckles warmly and turns to regard her, standing tall in his sweat shorts, grinning at her. "Course, you keep saying things like that and you might be here all night again." He said it in a mock savage growl, dropping his voice even lower, but for the joking manner, there was a lusty and serious gleam in his eyes. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 19:27 Post #91 |
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At some point surely her body would stop with the shivers when he spoke, but it certainly wouldn't be tonight as she bit her lip and found herself briefly concidering it. Honestly didn't matter that he was joking. "That's.. very tempting" the blonde chuckled, a smile on her lips as her gaze fell away and she looked into the still half full cup in her hands. "But, you must have better things to do. And I... Uhm, I really would like to feed. This, while nice, doesn't do much except for letting me feel normal for a little while" Lucy tapped a manicured fingernail on the cup. It made a kind of clacking sound. "I don't plan on monopolizing all your time, you know?" though, it was hard to resist the desire to taste him again.. just a few drops. Just enough for that intoxicating taste to slither down her throat again while in his arms. She knew it showed in her eyes, she wasn't that good a liar. Which was why she only briefly glanced at him while seemingly otherwise focusing on her coffee. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 19:33 Post #92 |
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He was... very tempted. Her fangs made being inside her more than just an incredible experience. But he was pretty sure Sawyer might have issues with him being lunch too often. Not that he needed to know... after all, he said he didn't want any details about "bedroom stuff." Which, given he had been balls deep inside this beauty when she bit him, he felt OK classifying it as. He nodded his head though and smiles. "I'm working on building a cellphone that works off the grid. Solid as a construction model but most of the use you get from a smart phone, runs off the text signal network but doesn't have the identifiers... and no GPS locators. Figured you... discrete... types might enjoy having ways to stay in touch that didn't involve getting tracked by police and government agencies. But it's mostly thought work and designing on the CAD program, for now." He walked over and slipped his arms around her, pulling her tight against his body and smiling down at her. "You go feed Lucy. Come back when you want, flush and hot with blood. We can be pals, booty calls, more, whatever it develops. But you're a free woman, so do what you gotta do." He lifts her with just the strength of his forearms and elbows until her lips are level with his and gives her a friendly kiss. "But you're welcome to any time I got to give you." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 20:39 Post #93 |
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Did she mention how much she liked it that he was strong enough to do that? Really, she could get used to this... Which was honestly kind of worrisome, all things considered... But, for now, things were good. This, whatever the two of them had going, was good. It made her smile, and for now that was all she really needed it to be. He lifted her up and she in turn wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her feet off the floor while he held her to him. "I like the sound of that" Lucy admitted, lips lingering near his as she looked up into those silvery eyes of his. " Do me a favour though? Drop by my place sometime? I really would like to look at some designs with you" Gentle fingers scratched the back of his neck as she smiled. Knowing she ought to get moving, but finding no harm in lingering just a little while longer. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 20:49 Post #94 |
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He shivered slightly and smiled, his grin wide. "I will, promise. Now get out of here before I see what you can do in an iron framed bed." His voice was a dark joyful shout, laughing softly as he crushed her into a hug and ruffled her hair. "How about a couple days? Give you time to hunt, think up some artwork and give me time to work on this phone problem. I can drop by, we can look it over, then maybe go for a walk, find a dojo and spar or something." He didn't mention the voice in the back of his head looking down at her and thinking of that short schoolgirl skirt and how incredible it would look pooled around his hips again. He very carefully repressed that reaction. After all, even a friend this good in bed there had to be more than just the "in bed" part of the connection... right? Theoretically... He supposed. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 21:12 Post #95 |
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" Mm, deal. Think that could be fun. And... I'll bring the cuffs for when you feel like breaking in that iron frame bed of yours" the Brujah gave his lip a light nip, a wide grin across her own. A giggle escaping her as he ruffled her hair like that. Her feet still dangling off the floor while he held her. " Think I could borrow some pants or something? I don't think a shirt skirt and no underwear is the best combination when driving a Harley" of course, he might be inclined to disagree, but she honestly had no desire to flash the world. Note to self: change of clothes to be brought next time she dropped by. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 21:22 Post #96 |
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His silver eyes blazed momentarily with an unmistakable and urgent lust and a ripple passed down his body, but he let it roll over him and pass, his voice a soft chuckle. "Lemme see what I can do." He went into his room and got a pair of sweat pants with a canvas belt that could be adjusted pretty tight. He also grabbed a pair of scissors and a couple of belts, grinning at her as he offered them. "We'll trim the legs properly... I was thinking you might need to belt that hoodie tight if you were gonna ride your bike. It'll look odd but I'd worry about the thing billowing out and sucking you off like a parachute." He was still working on NOT reacting to the mental image of her riding her motorcycle in nothing but her skirt. A flush up his neck from the passion coursing through his body. He might have to examine that security footage after she left..... or something. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 21:59 Post #97 |
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Lucy happily accepted the clothes and belts, though she declined the scissors. "I don't wanna ruin your clothes" the Brujah insisted as she slipped on the much, much to large pants. At least holding them up and kind if wrapping the belt around her waist over both the hoodie abd pants was enough to keep them up. Well enough to drive at least. She leaned down, nearly disappearing under the hood of said hoodie, to fold up the pants legs a couple of times each, at least enough to keep her from tripping over in them. Honestly, the whole get up made her look like midget who'd raided a giant's wardrobe. And still the hoodie insisted on falling off one tattooed shoulder. "Ta-dah!" the blonde struck a pose and giggled, realizing she probably looked about as sexy as a loaf of bread. "Waddaya think? Should I call Paris?" Lucy put on her best cheesy grin and wiggled her eyebrows. It still looked better than a lot of abominations marketed as fashion. Sad sad world indeed. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 22:09 Post #98 |
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He let out a soft groan and picked her up, tucking her into his elbow and carrying her down the stairs. His voice was fair and a bit stressed. "It looks good enough that if I don't get you going I'm tearing it off you." He wasn't sure WHY exactly, his reactions to women had gotten so strange. Before Prison he'd enjoyed a healthy sex life, but been pretty mellow about it. Lately, he couldn't be around a woman without feeling a fierce and carnal drive, well beyond that of what he was expecting. For a moment a flash of a black haired asian woman in a nurses uniform from the Prison danced across his mind but he tossed it aside with a shake of his head. Grinning down at her he unlocked his front door and smiled. "Out you go. I'll see you in a few days beautiful." His voice had a bit of a soft raw sound to it, but he was warm and smiling as he scooted her silly ass out the door. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 22:39 Post #99 |
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She had just enough time to get her boots on and snatch her furry backpack before he picked her up and quite literally carried her to the door to the sound of her giggles. "Aaw, all finished with me and you throw me out like yesterday's jam" Lucy mock pouted as she turned on one high heel to walk backwards to her bike. And while she did recognize it as slightly cruel, he had brought it on herself. So she put on her best cute look even as she pulled away. "Oh, my... I feel so used" yeah totally, that she broke down in giggles made all sound so convincing. She fished her keys out and gave him a wink. "Call me, hm?" that part was serious. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 22:43 Post #100 |
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He chuckled, a rich dark sound and his silver eyes reflected his hunger for her. "I will, definitely." His gaze made it a promise. He smiled at her humor, her joking shaking him from the lustful pathways his mind had been trying to grind him into. He shook it off somewhat and chuckled at her. He wasn't sure she'd realize he had footage of her in this silly silly outfit from the tiny lenses hidden all over his place. |
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