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Lysette rolls a hand. "If it needs to be quick, I can have Untitled block the door for now, and turn people back." she murmurs, glancing to Untitled. "Or, there's the gardens in the back.." (But I don't have the key, OOCly, though should be able to access, ICly!) |
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Lysette rolls a hand. "If it needs to be quick, I can have Untitled block the door for now, and turn people back." she murmurs, glancing to Untitled. "Or, there's the gardens in the back.." (Note: No, I can't really go there, it turns out! :) |
Lysette, while tending to the the Heliquary with Kehari?, is approached by Desmond of the Architects Of The Future. He intends to offer sabina, who was saved from the Neke by them, in exchange for information involving that particular house of the Chitin Queens. The details of the contract are in the log below. Untitled acts as a doorman, but ultimately fellow AToF members Besax and Diafeara silently are allowed in to join negotiations. Ultimately, sabina ends up fully owned between Kehari and Lysette, with the primary obligation resting on the dark vixen's shoulders.
Players Involved:
Kehari, satisfied that she's sufficiently praised and embarrassed Trilogee, walks over to Lysette and flops down on a couch underneath her.
Lysette wags her tail above Kehari, peeking down over her side to the vixen, grinning lopsidedly to her. "And dear patron, might I help you, too?" she giggles.
Kehari giggles quietly and stretches out, all lanky for a brief moment. "Mmmmmmh. I think I'd like a kiss..."
Lysette giggles warmly, reaching out to grip the couch, turning with a slight tug so she's facing down. "Anything for such a wonderful patron of my establishment!" she grins happily. She reaches down with her other arm, scooping under lanky vixen side, drawing herself to slowly lay on top of her, and press her lips warmly to hers, mmming deeply..
Kehari smiles and wraps her arms around Lysette, tilting her head and gratefully trading that kiss for one of her own.
Lysette's other arm slowly curls around, pulling the other girl chest to chest with her as she turns her head and dips softly into the kiss. A sweet, quiet thing. She breaks Kehari's gravity, but she doesn't let her drift far, holding onto the couch a bit to keep her snug, but free of all burden. Just the kiss, and the slow twinge of the shift to weightlessness wearing off to comfort alone. Her tail hooks towards her back, sweeping side to side with a slow *click* *click*..
Untitled steps inside, bringing a momentary burst of sound with them.
Untitled wanders in, taking a quick glance around to assure himself the former hostess isn't about, then waves to all present. "Hello hello."
Kehari's fingers clench against Lysette's back as she returns the kiss, a soft sigh turning to a quiet whimper, a little sound full of need and longing.
Lysette's back bends, her belly in towards Kehari's, her hips touching hers.. Her legs shift and wrap around a thigh, one of her own resting right between Kehari's. Her eyes slowly turn a dark violet, her ears resting high as she lets her tongue lull into the kiss, touches against the girl's lips, then her teeth as she whispers through the datachannels.. ~After that night.. its been a while, hasn't it?~ Untitled can pick it up, too, she doesn't hide it from him one bit. Her tail even waves in greeting to him.
Untitled smiles softly at the sight of Lysette and Kehari, one ear twitching a bit as he "hears" the data exchange. Leaving the two to each other, he finds a clear table, and settles in to relax for a while.
Kehari nods ever so slightly, aware of Untitled's presence but completely unwilling to break from this to do more than offer him a slow-motion fingerwave from one of the hands wrapped around Lysette's back. She greets the floatyena's thick tongue with her own, sliding along it, tasting at it, greeting it.
Lysette's lips slide, her muzzle dips deeper, her tongue tastes, trails, and pushes in against Kehari's tongue, along her teeth, rough and sandpapery, thick and broad.. Her fingers slowly brush up the girl's back, tracing vertebre, one reaching so high it caresses along the back of her head. There's a picture, a hand covering that fur, then sliding away, revealing ports.. And, images, inside, of self coalesced, protected, as in womb, while the world around turns inverse and strange. Safty. There's a clench of her legs, and she's quite plain about it.. her thigh grinds, pushes against the vixen's mons, simple and easy, a slow grind of a motion, a release of pressure all through her, an answer to being so long alone - there is release to be had.
Untitled grins lightly at Kehari's slow wave, appreciating that, though even that wouldn't have been necessary; this moment belongs to the vixen and her hyena-mistress, and he seems more than comfortable to relax on the outer edges of their glow. Art, like artists, appreciates beauty.
Kehari moans and sobs into Lysette's muzzle, shivering gently as the images flit through her mind, promises made, promises that might not get kept. The vixen's body arches against that pressing leg, gently grinding itself onto the curved surface it rides against.
Lysette's dark eyes close.. Her tongue lulls, it trails along every feature, every little well known bit of her vixen's teeth, the roof of her maw, the curl of her tongue. It tastes and knows her, her breath lulling in, shared, offered. There's a reassuring stroke, all the way between Kehari's ears.. ~Tonight, I promise.. you're going to get well equipped, as well as I can.. If my promises can't be kept, I cannot persist..~ The other hand slips down, dipping between herself and the vixen, trailing along her stomach, down against her waist. Its gentle, but its steady.. it slips through fur, down across the girl's sex, no hesitation. Her fingers cup and hold, her thigh lulling back against them as her thumb strokes at her inner thigh. Another soft squeeze against flush mons, a tremble from her own part, an intimate hold and trust, safe even on the couch, even in this place of mixed emotion. Perhaps she'll break everything that ever hurt about this place, every association that might have let it touch pain and worry, for both her vixen, and Untitled, and everyone else. Perhaps she will be able to be a bastion of so much that's right and good. Or perhaps she will cease all together to be anything. She's a tough thing.. she's not going without giving all of herself.. She's worth that much to herself, and what she cares for, and who she loves.
Desmond steps inside, bringing a momentary burst of sound with them.
Desmond stolls in, glancing around the room. Taking a moment to bat at the smoke before proceeding deeper inside. "I'm looking for a Lysette, and Kehari? Would anyone happen to know either of them?"
Kehari is the other half, the need that gratefully accepts that which is given, matching each point of love offered with her own point of love shared. Her mouth surrenders as her body follows suit, opening themselves to tongue and touch. ~I have faith, I always have faith in you...~ Another little whimper floats from the vixen's throat, followed by a questioning sound...
Untitled gives Desmond a thoughtful look, lightly tinged with conflict; this sounds important, and yet the idea of interrupting the lovers is, of course, unpleasant to the canibot. He chooses to remain silent, and let them speak for themselves as they will.
Desmond glances at Untilted, head tilting slightly. A warm smile crosses his lips. "We have met yes? I never forget a face, in particular one so unique and well made."
Lysette's ears rise, they curve back as she holds the kiss with Kehari for a few moments more, her eyes clenched just a little bit further shut.. She blows out slowly across the other girl's muzzle, a shudder as she lifts from it, though, her leg and hand still remaining right between the vixen's legs. She breathes in slowly, smiling softly down to her vixen.. "Seems we have a request.." she trails, and turns her head to Desmond. "Hi! I'm Lysette Baden Mitza, caretaker of this institution.. and in my arms is Kehari.. How may I help you?"
Desmond crosses the room, hand extended to Lysette, the glint of a very expensive watch can be seen. "Desmond Manners, Executice Director of Mess Operations, AoTF. A pleasure. My secretary failed to inform me you were so lovely, and Kehari as well. Breathtaking really." His smile is genuine, warm and trustworthy.
Kehari rolls head and eyes to look at Desmond, curious and cautious. With everything that's been happening lately, she's beginning to cringe when people ask after her. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Manners," she murmurs...
Untitled dips his head toward Desmond, and synths, "Yes, we did meet once, though it was only briefly and quite some time ago...and thank you."
Kehari's ears suddenly stick straight up.
Desmond smiles, nodding to Untilted. "I have been away, business you know. No rest for the wicked." Eyes tracking back to Kehari and Lysette.
Kehari shakes her head quietly, dismissing a private thought.
Lysette sits up a little further, her head a bit to the side. She accepts the hand, her fingers sliding along it. Noticeably, both her and Kehari drift up a little from the couch. It seems the Gravity Free Hyena has broken the vixen's gravity, too, at least for the moment. "Desmond Manners?" she asks, smiling. "Oh.." she trails, thoughtfully at the designation. Yet, her smile remains. "Of course.. I imagine I know the reason this meeting has finally come, but should give you the honour of speaking for your self, dear.." she chuffs.
Untitled nods quietly to Desmond. He directs a smile toward Kehari...a very small one, and just for a moment, but it's there.
Desmond withdraws the hand, not looking at all rejected. His smile widens a little, nodding slightly. Hands slipping smoothly into his trouser pockets. "Yes, I imagine you might have expected something. I am here to discuss the disposition of an AoTF resource on your care." He withdraws a small palmtop computer, glancing at the display. "Entertainment resource number 120-334-878-906, one sabina. I trust she has behaved herself in your care?"
Kehari's eyes are fairly locked on Desmond, only growing more cautious and wary. "She has," she murmurs.
Lysette smiles broadly. "sabina has behaved perfectly, Desmond. She has been utterly wonderful in every way.." she trails a moment, looking to the computer.. "She has been secure in our home since her rescue. We have taken good care of her. What in specific do you wish to discuss, though?"
Desmond finds a place to sit, tugging his trouser legs up slightly. "And you have enjoyed her then? I am in a position, to make you both an offer. We understand she, and you, have had contact with the Neke." His eyes glitter, but only for a moment. He glances at the palm top again, and adjusts his tie. "And sabina had an organic modifiction performed by them? Some kind of, food or drug production?"
Kehari's fist tightens so much, it actually creaks. She doesn't speak though, she just tries her best to not glare at the smooth talker sitting before her.
Lysette quietly straightens up a bit, by then, more or less sitting with Kehari rather than laying with her. Though, then again, the pair remains.. floating. "Dearly, deeply.. I.. am not surprised you know of the situation. Though, please, show some discretion about.. how vocal you are with it. Its not a common knowledge.." she murmurs, her ears resting half back.. "Would you mind if we took this some place that isn't public? For security's sake."
Untitled approaches a little closer while Lysette and Desmond are engaged in conversation, and settles himself beside, and just a bit behind, Kehari. He rests a hand on the vixen's shoulder, gently, applying no pressure but for the hand's own weight.
Kehari closes her eyes at the canibot's touch and slowly, very slowly, relaxes.
Lysette turns her head a bit and leans over to kiss Untitled's nose.. "If you don't want to talk much about this right now.. I can go alone, love, you'll have the link. I don't want you more stressed out. I'll keep you informed without having to worry so much, if you'd like."
Desmond may or may not notice Kehari's discomfort, he makes no sign. Nodding slightly as Lysette speaks, his lips pursed a moment. "Someplace close? I prefer to keep negotiations brief. Long drawn out talks never benefit anyone." Lysette of course, murmurs to the both of them, but mostly to Kehari.
Kehari shakes her head and exhales softly. "No, I'll go, I'll be fine."
Lysette rolls a hand. "If it needs to be quick, I can have Untitled block the door for now, and turn people back." she murmurs, glancing to Untitled. "Or, there's the gardens in the back.." (Note: No, I can't really go there, it turns out! :)
Untitled smiles softly at the nosekiss, and passes it along with a gentle press of his muzzle to Kehari's cheek. He dips his head to her, a solemn nod, then smiles and releases her shoulder. "Be well, dear," he whispers. Desmond nods, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "That would be acceptable to me, or we can move. Anything to ease the tensions and make this easier for us all."
Lysette smiles to Untitled. "Please, just rest at the door, turn people back if need be. It'll be okay, we'll stay here.." she trails. "Alright, Desmond. Ask and tell us what you need to. Be as concise as you want to be, I won't be offended at bluntness."
Brimstone steps inside, bringing a momentary burst of sound with them.
Brimstone trots in.
Desmond smiles wider. "A direct woman, I like that." Pointing at Lysette and just barely avoiding giving her the Buddy Christ thumbs up to go with it. "I have here...." Pausing as someone enters. "Perhaps a change of venue would be best."
Brimstone is a cat. Just a cat, folks.
Kehari murmurs, "Brimstone's fine," and pats her lap, offering the kitty a perch.
Untitled nods to Lysette. "My pleasure," he synths, returning the hyena's smile. He reaches down to pet Brimstone, and murmurs, "Please keep Kehari company for a moment or two, dear, if you would?" He chuckles, and synths, "I'm on guard duty."
Brimstone prances over to Un, ignoring everyone else until Un has patted her.
Desmond nods. "As you say, one can never be to careful around AoTF matters. The board does frown, publicity. As I was saying I have here, sabina's contract." He pulls out a folded sheet of paper from within his suit jacket and sets it on the table. "And I am offering it, to you."
Lysette murmurs. "Untitled took care of that feline earlier. Though, of course, he could kick it out regardless.." she offers. The Buddy Christ thumbs would have gotten such a look. She seems to smile. No, its a grin, lopsided due to her missing upper right canine. "I'm myself, regardless. Go on."
Kehari's eyes lock onto that piece of paper so fast, you'd swear her eyesockets smoked.
Brimstone plants herself in front of Un and /stares/ at him.
Lysette listens closely.. and, looks down to the contract.. "Go on.." she continues, her ears just barely twinging a hint of red.. "Or, was simply disrupting the Neke and freeing her worth her contract?.."
Desmond sits back, giving no sign of seeing Kehari's glance or the eagerness behind it. "But, I need something in return. Information, data, samples and most of all," Desmond pauses a moment, a perfect William Shatner acting school pause, "your friendship."
Kehari's eyes shift back to Desmond once more. "You'll need to be a little more specific than that," she murmurs.
Lysette smiles slowly.. "I don't know so much that friendship can be bought. Not the true kind. But we can be friendly to you, as a start, and work from there. As for the rest.. do continue on, more specifics.."
Besax steps inside, bringing a momentary burst of sound with them.
Besax says, "What's all this, then?"
Diafeara steps inside, bringing a momentary burst of sound with them.
Desmond nods, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. Looking at Lysette and Kehari thoughtfully. "Tell me about this, modification sabina was subjected to. And tell me something of the Neke. Our resources are quite, limited on them."
Untitled chuckles softly, and picks up Brimstone, giving her a brief nuzzle before setting her on his shoulder. "All right, all right," he murmurs quietly, trying to avoid disrupting the negotiations deeper inside the room. He looks over to Besax, and moves to stand in front of him and Diafeara. "Excuse us, please. Mr. Manners is conducting private negotiations with Ms. Mitza and Kehari, and would appreciate if you could give them a little time alone." He speaks politely, but with confidence.
Untitled doesn't allow himself the luxury of reacting overmuch to Dia's appearance, for now.
Brimstone is not settled long on Un's shoulders before Dia enters. With a screech, she dives off and streaks under a divan.
Diafeara murmurs, "Was that my cat?"
You whisper, "Lysette datasends.. ~Personally, I'm fine with giving them information about.. oh good lord.~" to Kehari.
Untitled's expression doesn't change one iota. "That /was/ your cat."
Besax says, "I doubt it's yours any longer. Untitled, if you would be so kind as to step aside, we are Mr. Manners associates in the Architecture, and we must talk with him."
Kehari murmurs, "Let them in, Un."
Diafeara smiles ever so politely. "I see! Congratulations, then." She offers a little bow, and stands half a step behind Besax, patient.
Lysette's eyes quietly narrow.. "Well. If they're your associates, Desmond, I suppose privacy hasn't been really breached.." she trails. "Would you want time to discuss something with them?"
Desmond nods, motioning to Untilted. "It's alright, I have no secrets from my colleagues. This is an AoTF transaction afterall."
Besax approaches Desmond quietly, leading Diafeara with him.
Untitled bows lightly to Diafeara; Besax gets only a nod. "If they're agreeable, then of course, I have no objections." He gracefully steps aside.
Desmond shakes his head slightly. "Not at all, as I said, brevity is the heart of good negotiations. Please, continue."
Besax's visor begins to gleam as it streams data to his associates.
Diafeara follows serenely, perfectly at ease.
Diafeara leans her hip against the desk as she has always done.
Trilogee flicks an antenna, and nods softly. She brushes back easily.
Kehari sits up a bit straighter and continues. "The Neke have returned to the Ovon and have begun to repopulate it. I expect they'll be a formidable force In Top politics soon. Amanita and Twin, her pet, have been subsumed into the Neke clan."
You whisper, "{datasend} Quiet all day. And then, the world explodes. Right in the middle of a moment of freedom. All of this will pass, though.." to Kehari.
Diafeara has her full attention on Desmond and Besax, arms crossed lightly over her chest.
Kehari whispers, "{datasend} When it rains it pours..." to you.
You whisper, "{datasend} Should you be telling them so much without having already gotten the contract totally agreed to? Things seem in Limbo suddenly." to Kehari.
Kehari whispers, "{datasend} I haven't really told them anything, yet. That's all public knowledge." to you.
Desmond listens, tapping at his palmtop a little. "And the modifications made to the resource... I mean made to sabina? What is the nature of them? And I have a note about a relation between this modification and sexual stimulation?"
Kehari holds up a hand. "Wait. I'm not giving you anything else until you tell us precisely what the price of sabina's contract is."
Lysette drifts in the air, her arms behind her. She doesn't seem to ultimately mind Besax and Diafeara, or Desmond. That's not to say she's at ease. "I have a sample present on me, and a deep analysis. And we can possibly accommodate the price of the contract, if we know just what it is."
Diafeara smiles at something, icy.
Desmond chuckles, sitting back slowly. "I thought I had made that clear, the price is the information."
Untitled simply behaves as the statue he is, standing straight and businesslike, facing the door. He might even look somewhat intimidating in such a regal posture...only, of course, to anyone who doesn't actually know him.
Lysette nods quietly. "That's rather nebulous, Desmond. You'll simply accept if we tell you what we know regarding them? Do you expect future updates?"
Kehari says, "Oh? Information? Good." She slaps Lysette's hip, popping open a panel and fetching out a lone vial of a dark yellow sluggish fluid. Which she pops into her mouth. And swallows. "Mmmmm. Good stuff."
Desmond nods again, hands folded. "Yes, and hopefully. The first is trust, I must trust you, for you to trust me. And the second is the friendship I spoke of. The Neke are a threat, how dangerous of one, we do not know. But working together, we can make sure they don't harm anyone." Glancing at Kehari as she drinks. "Part of the deal must be samples of the substance. And we would like blood samples from you both as well, to track the effects of ingesting it."
Lysette reaches in, and grasps out four more.. She glances to Kehari a moment, then looks back. "These are from various progressions of potency. Though, it seems my dear vixen has consumed an intermediary one.."
Desmond chuckles again. "No problem, we will obtain samples on a daily basis, by courier. You can provide one small bit per day surely?"
Lysette coos softly.. "I'm presently in recovery. That too can be explained."
Diafeara pushes her hair from her eyes, and her smile is less frigid and more thoughtful.
Kehari makes a gimme gesture and reaches for the contract. "Spare me the platitudes, Desmond. If you think I'm going to believe you have the Mess's best interests at heart, you've sorely underestimated me."
Diafeara blinks, and laughs, a soft low sound, her tail curling and then relaxing again.
Lysette grapples down. "Dear, do you want to be her sole owner, or should we consign? Either way, I'd like to let you have a lot of responsibility for her, if you'd like it in turn."
Besax says, "I think a cosignment would be wise, don't you?"
Desmond looks slightly wounded. "Kehari, you hurt me. Really, the interests of the mess are the interests of the AoTF. We cannot have an AoTF mess branch it there is no mess." Laughing softly and brushing his hair back. "In exchange for daily samples of the substance, monthly blood samples and information about the Neke, you get sabina."
Lysette nods warmly. "I think so, but I give her the choice."
Kehari takes the contract and starts looking it over, running it through her relational databases to look for loopholes. "And when does our obligation to the AoTF end?"
Desmond thinks a moment. "Six months, six blood samples, 180 samples of the substance."
Desmond pauses and adds. "And a log of the subjects state for each sampling."
Kehari says, "And if one of us isn't available when it's time to draw a blood or substance sample?"
Desmond smiles and nods to Besax. "I am sure Besax can manage the sampling. As to the blood, we can be flexible on dates. It does not have to be every 30 days exactly."
Lysette taps her claws together. "I don't know how long the substance will continue, but 180 samples in a more truncated schedule would be a sure thing. If it does last through the whole period, that's fine, too. But I don't want to break contract should the flow stop."
Desmond thinks a moment. "90 days, if the subject stops producing in the meantime, you will bring her to the lab for verification."
Kehari glances to Besax then back to Desmond. "We will have sole control over the states of ourselves and sabina once this contract is entered into. Neither the AoTF nor its personnel have a say in how we live our lives."
Lysette nods softly. "That's a bit more workable. I can attend to that."
Flyte steps inside, bringing a momentary burst of sound with them.
Diafeara's face is a mask, cool and polite and smiling as she looks only at Besax now.
Flyte stretches and blinks. "rm. Hello. Party in progress?"
Desmond looks shocked, SHOCKED at the mere suggestion. "Of course, sabina will be yours. Lock, stock and latex, the AoTF interest in here will be forgone. And as for you, we have no contract of bind upon you, aside from the blood samples."
Desmond produces a second contract, setting it on the table. "Sign, and the deal is done."
Kehari takes it from the table and starts reading that one too.
Untitled quickly steps in front of the door. "Flyte, I DO apologize, but Lysette and Kehari are involved in confidential negotiations with Mr. Manners, and I've been asked to keep the Heliquary under wraps for now. Would you mind coming back a little later?"
Flyte blinks at Untitled, then the pair of contractees, then at Untitled again. "I will, of course, accede to your wishes, but don't be surprised if I ask about it later." She heads out with a frown.
Smoke and haze cling to Flyte as they slip outside.
Desmond glances at his watch. "I hate to rush this, but I have a shiatsu in 15 minutes I simply must make. If I miss an appointment my nerves are shot for the week."
Lysette glances over the second contract as well, her eyes scanning it, literally, in an instant, comparing it to the first in her dataself.
Kehari makes no move to speed up her analysis. "If this is that important to you, you'll make it up if you're tardy. Mmmm, looks good. One more thing."
Lysette reaches down, and taps an instantiated pen. She waits for Kehari a moment, though..
Desmond waits, watching Kehari closely. "Oh no, not the one more thing. The devil is always in that one more thing." Desmond chuckles good naturedly.
Kehari sets the contract back down. "sabina's ability or inability to produce the substance has no bearing on the outcome of this deal. If she's making it, you'll get it. If something happens that causes her to stop production, that's not our fault, regardless of whatever that cause is."
Diafeara's smile is warm as she looks at Besax and Desmond.
Desmond shakes his head. "Regardless of incidental causes, intentional voids the deal. And we will require lab confirmation of this."
Kehari says, "Intentional on our parts."
Desmond nods. "You or any agent acting on your behalf or request."
Kehari nods and signs as 51% owner in sabina.
Lysette mms, and rests her paws to her muzzle. She glances to Kehari.. "We can work with that, I think, Kehari. Once all is said and done."
Lysette reaches down, and signs her portion, a fraction behind.
Desmond takes the contract, tucking it into his jacket. "Done and done, a pleasure ladies please contact me with any questions." He rises glancing at his watch. "Diafeara always lovely, Besax a pleasure. We are going martini's tomorrow, my treat!" He chuckles and waves to all. "Have a pleasant evening."
Kehari instantiates a copy of the contract and smiles sweetly. "Anytime, Desmond dear."
Diafeara bows to Desmond with a sweet smile. "I would be honored, sir."
Lysette lets a slow breath out through her teeth, and smiles lopsidedly. "A pleasure doing business with you, then. Enjoy your massage."
Untitled steps away from the door. "Good evening," he synths to Desmond, politely. He bids farewell Besax with a simple, slight nod; Diafeara gets a slightly longer look, and a slightly fuller dip of his head.
Desmond makes his way out, nodding to Besax and Diafeara on passing. "The honor and pleasure would be mine. Besax, begin collecting the samples at your convience please."
Besax says, "I will be sure to do so, Sir."
Diafeara makes no move away from the desk, looking fully at Besax.
Laelys appears with a *pop*.
Besax turns and heads for the door, his coat fluttering softly in the breeze. A tentacle flicks out from the bottom and gestures for Diafeara to follow as he disappears through the door, past Untitled, like ink pouring slowly...
Smoke and haze cling to Besax as they slip outside.
Untitled nods quietly to Laelys.
Laelys slips in from some random door; a faint tilting of his muzzle serves as a general greeting.
Diafeara follows her lover, and as she passes Untitled, she lets a hand slip out, not quite touching his chest. Smoke and haze cling to Diafeara as they slip outside.
Kehari sags back into the couch, staring at the contract in her hands. "We're going to regret this, you know..."
Untitled finally manages to relax a little. "Mm, wasn't I professional? How bloody AWFUL," he chuckles, though his look toward Kehari shows a bit of concern.
Brimstone pokes her head out from under the desk.
Laelys stands still as ice, watching Diafeara go. Then his gaze slowly, slowly slides toward Untitled. Remains fixed a moment on the glass canine's right wrist. Then moves up to seek his eyes.
Lysette shakes her head quietly.. "Not if we have sabina, dear.." she whispers, and hooks down again, wrapping her arms around Kehari. "Their testing won't matter so much in that light."
Untitled turns his gaze toward Laelys, and smiles reassuringly. "I was performing a little favor just now, dear," he rrms. "I'm perfectly safe and well, rest assured."
Untitled walks over to the desk, kneels, and cups his hands under Brimstone, picking her up if she'll allow it. Kehari hugs Lysette's arm and leans on her. "Consider what we're giving them. And Dia's /working/ for them now. I saw that bitchy smirk, she was just chomping at the bit to get her hands on that nectar data."
Brimstone clings to Un, trembling.
Trilogee steps inside, bringing a momentary burst of sound with them.
Untitled pets Brimstone, and synths to Kehari, "Quite possibly true, love, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, mm? In the immediate, sabina and the two of you will benefit from this, and we can worry about the future when it comes." He waves to Indi and Trilogee with his tail, much more relaxed than the last time they saw him a little while ago.
Lysette nods softly.. "I know sabina says they do terrible things. I believe her.. I think we'll give them no reason to do anything to us, though. I think we'll be okay, so long as we're good about it. And then, after that, there will be no obligations on us, unless they want to throw a banquet for honourary members one day." she murmurs softly. "She'll be safe, free, and ours. We'll be safe, free, and hours. Just hold on tight."
Flyte steps inside, bringing a momentary burst of sound with them.
Flyte fweeps.
Trilogee flicks an antenna, smiling softly, and sitting. "I do so hate Chess."
Kehari nods, tired and sour. "Yeah, I have bigger fish to fry at the moment."
Induction-Coil crosses the room quickly to Untitled. "Um... did they get to you too.." he asks, uncertain.
"A little favor," Laelys repeats, as if unable to believe his ears, eyes never leaving Un. He remains standing there, not taking a step closer. "What exactly has been going on here?"
Untitled dips his head toward Flyte, both arms busy cradling Brimstone. "Pardon my obstruction earlier," he synths, smiling, the businesslike manner gone now. "Just a little favor, mm?" He shakes his head at Indi, and synths, "Not at all." Glancing around to everyone, he adds, "I'll explain later, and please remind me if I don't, hmm? I have to take Brimstone home and feed her. I assure you I'm doing just fine, and am entirely myself." He walks over to Kehari and nuzzles her cheek before he goes.
Lysette simply, quietly remains at Kehari's side, her arms around her, her little tail curled against her waist in so far as it can go..