Dammit! Azura cursed as she was unable to do anything about the rocket. I hope Esmerelda is alright... They probably would not keep her close to the door, in case she tries running... right? The magical girl tried reassuring herself as she watched the fighting unfold and waited for any news from Sapphira. She made sure to remain alert and ready to fight, in case her fellow magical girl needed assistance, or anything else happened that required her involvement.
"I was on a dig in Egypt - an archaeology dig, I mean." She explains. "My team and I were exploring a temple, a weird hieroglyphic on the wall - it seemed almost like a pictoral representation of an extrater-, never mind. We were looking at the illustration on the wall, when the floor collapsed beneath our feet. The four of us were trapped in a small pit - the walls of the temple blocked our comms signal, and we'd strayed too far from our original search site for a rescue team to find us." She's quiet for a moment, before continuing. "We opened up a sarcophagus - trying to distract ourselves from our oncoming deaths by doing some research, and that's when I found it." She mimes the motion of her throwing her lasso. "There, next to the mummy of an ancient queen - an old rope lasso. We worried it would break if we tried to use it - thousands of year old rope isn't known for being sturdy, but we were desperate. My friend was the first to try it - threw it around an overhanging ledge, and tried to haul herself up. The rope came loose, and she broke her neck." She closes her eyes in sadness. "After rations started going dry, my professor went next. He threw up the lasso - it seemed sturdy, and he went up. Then it came loose again, and he fell." The villain looks down at the floor, as the tale comes to its end. "Then there was just two of us - me and my lab partner. He started making moves on me, and I thought 'hey, why not? I have a crush on him, and we're going to die anyway'. I came...and then the next thing I knew, his hands were around my throat. The rations would last longer with only one of us, he told me as he choked me - it was him or me, and it might as well be him." For the first time, the woman chuckles. "Then, next thing I knew, the lasso was in my hand - and it wasn't rope anymore, but gold. I felt power rushing through me - it felt so good, and there was this voice, telling me I had to live. I socked my partner in the face, then tied the lasso to the same ledge that killed my friends. I was up in seconds." She looks T'yala in the eyes. "My partner begged me to throw down the rope, that he was sorry. I turned and left him there." "So..." She crosses her arms. "That what you were looking for?" (Sorry if that's too much backstory.)
"I can't wait." He leans in, lips meeting her in another blissful kiss, before turning and heading back inside.
"Aah." Vanessa whimpered, feeling his lips against hers for one quick moment. Before he ran back inside his house. N-no, stop, control yourself. This isn't how a lady of the Fitzgerald name should be acting! She berated herself, biting her lower lip. The heiress takes a deep breath, before jumping away. Leaping back toward her home, she intends to take a nice cold bath, hoping to calm her arousal.
Spoiler: Sapphira's Stealth Roll D100: 77+10 (Chaos) The Devil's Children rush the enemy gang's stronghold, when rifle barrels appear in the shattered windows. The defenders open fire, and in moments the attackers begin to fall to the ground, scrambling back for the cover of the vans. In the utter chaos, it's easy for Sapphira to slip over the rear wall and get into the base - all the bikers are at the front, those not dead or dying, at least. Dodging falling masonry, she heads for the lower levels. A few minutes later, Azura sees three female figures rushing towards her, so grey with concrete dust they look like the victims at Pompeii, but at least they're moving. "Hey, 'Zura!" Sapphira shouts out, wiping dust from her eyes and mouth. "Esme wasn't there, but these girls gave me her location!" Looking at the two women Sapphira brought with her, Azura sees that underneath the dust, they're shapely women with tattoos, low cut tops and denim shorts - probably hookers or hangers on at the clubhouse. "Ack! Y-Yeah..." One of them coughs. "I saw your girl - she's being kept at a safe house on 32nd street, corner building, second floor. Room...2 or 3...Ack!" She coughs again. "They brought me there to party once."
{Non at all, somewhat dark, but in the atmosfere of the city. Very interesting and character and world- building.} T'yala hummed. The woman was not really a material for a hero... but, on the other hand, maybe she was? She seemed to know the darkness, and had regret - and that was more then the majority of her opponents. After all, there were those who said, that the villains became so powerful only, because of heroes. It were Heroes, that created them... Amethyst Heart wondered... an experienced woman... maybe she could giver her redemption. "And becoming villain would be a natural follow up of this event... is what you think?" The blond asked. She leaned back in her seat, carefully observing the woman. "And if I gave you a chance - to start on the work of redeming yourself?" She did not say it as a finished 'to redeme yourself' - it had to be a route, otherwise the woman would reject it. {Btw, what's her name?}
With her bodily control fully restored, getting home is easily, but sadly the bath only takes the edge off her horniness - it makes it bearable, but doesn't remove it. It's almost as though Melchett...awoke something within her.
"All the people I loved died on that trip." Chantelle Wright, imaginatively named Golden Lasso by the press, sighs. "My best friend, the professor who taught me everything I knew, the guy I thought loved me... I dunno, it seemed like I had no reason not to use my powers to obtain my whims. Wait, redemption? What are you saying?"
Realizing her lust hasn't gone away, Vanessa shuddered. "Ahhhn, t-that bastard. Did that eye of his have some other effect?" She screamed into her pillow, unable to believe that such an ugly bastard could make her feel to... horny. "Nhh, no, he's dead, and Jacob destroyed that eye thing. "Khh. I-I just need to endure... then tomorrow... after the charity ball... I can... we can..." The heiress whimpers, rubbing her pussy a bit as she thinks about the young man. "Ahhn... no, control yourself... just... wait until tomorrow." She mumbles, trying to force herself to sleep.
Seeing the woman's surprise, Amethyst Heart pressed. "I can give you a purpose. I can give you a chance to make something of yourself, who could face them with pride, when your time comes." She paused. "You might even find love... or something ot make you more." She paused. "How would you like to become a hero, save lives and rescue people?"
Exhausted, sleep finds the young quickly, but her dreams are a mess of images. She imagines herself bound and at auction at Melchett's shop, her screaming as the fat man pounds her on stage for the amusement of the crowd - all gangsters and rich, powerful men in the city she knows through her company, before he opens the bidding - the customers sending the price skyrocketing before they take turns using the fallen hero's body - the heroine screaming in orgasm all the way. Then, she imagines quite a different scene - though just as lustful. She sees herself on this very bed, atop Jacob, as he fucks her into a state of pure bliss. She doesn't care that he knows who she is, or that she isn't in control - all she knows is how good it feels to have her lover inside her. "Madame? Madame! Miss Fitzgerald!" Vanessa's eyes flutter open the next morning, and she sees Lawrence standing above her bed. "Madame, are you alright? You were...screaming." The old-fashioned butler tries to regain composure. "If you wish, I'll have a doctor here right away."
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 54 (Minor Success) Chantelle narrows her eyes, looking at Amethyst Heart. "I'm a known super villain - Sure, I'm not some psycho who massacred innocents like Terror, or something, but the people would never accept me. Besides, I've still got a few years on my prison stretch." She gives what sounds like a flat refusal, but T'yala knows better - she's learnt from her time in business that when someone doesn't give a hard no, but lists practical concerns, it means they're open to the idea, and just need to be convinced.
"Mhh, ahhn, n-nooo, bastards, let go of meeeeeee!" Vanessa found herself screaming, as dozens of faceless men take their turns fucking her. Making her experience one powerful orgasm after the next, something she's never felt with the handful of sexual partners she had. And just as she thought she'd fall unconscious after the price for her body reached the tens of million, her environment suddenly changed. Though, the only thing that did change was that rather than dozens of men, it was Jacob who was fucking her, controlling her as he wished. While Vanessa couldn't help but feel pure, mind numbing bliss... Until, "Haahn!" She gasped, her eyes shooting open as she saw Lawrence standing over her. "W-what, no, I was..." She blushed, feeling the slickness between her thighs, and her stiff nipples rubbing against the thin fabric of her negligee. "No need for that, I was just... having a dream. Last night was a bit too... different." She mumbled, blushing, something Lawrence would remember was a childhood trait of hers whenever she was embarrassed about something. "I-is breakfast ready?" The heiress asked, trying to change the subject.
“Thank you!” Azura gave the hooker(?) a smile and a nod. “You girls should probably get out of here while you can. Sorry we can't give you a ride, but we're in a hurry.” She then turned to Sapphira. “We better hurry and hope she's still thee.”
Thankfully, due to Lawrence's stiff upper lip, he refrains from prying after he's sure she's okay - and pretends not to smell her erotic scent. "Y-Yes, madame, indeed." He quickly retreats, before returning with a silver tray - upon which is a full English breakfast.
"I never said it would be easy." She said, being brutally honest. " I have some sway for you to be released into my custody. You would still be required to monthly work several days for community - and that would last for many years." Of course, T'yala could over some of the damages to sway judges to her side. Maybe even all. Then there was her reputation. "You would be re-branded... but make no mistake, that will not be enough to make people look at you differently. For majority, will be waiting for you to go villain again. You will be able to sway some with your actions, maybe enough for them to accept you... but some will never forgive or forget." She T'yala also experienced it - even for some government agencies, she was just alien immigrant, who should be stripped from her technology. "All, I will be giving you, is a chance... you fuck up, you go back to prison... you try something, I will slam you myself and lock in most secure and extreme prison, which you will not leave for the rest of your life." She finished with a threat.
"Thank you." Vanessa nods, realizing that Lawrence knows something's up. Thankfully they've known each other long enough to know that if it's serious, she'd tell him immediately, just like what happened with Oscar. Then, taking the short while her loyal butler was out of the room, Vanessa quickly cleans herself up, sadly without taking a bath, her erotic scent would remain. And as Lawrence returned, "Smells wonderful." She mumbled, smiling as she starts to eat. "What time was the charity event?" The heiress asked, recalling how she and Jacob didn't set a solid time for their meet up.
Sapphira nods, and the two of them drive through the city at a rapid pace, seeing police cars rushing in the other direction to get to the warzone the magical girls just left. They come to an incredibly average looking tenement apartment building on 32nd Street, with four motorcycles parked outside. As the magicals plan what to do, two bikers leave the building, getting on their bikes and riding off.
Golden Lasso is quiet for a long time, before nodding. "I guess... I guess it can't hurt, right? Alright."
“Hmm, I guess they might have received news about the attack and that caused two of them to leave. We could try a direct assault, but we don't know how many more of them are left inside – it might not be just two. I think it would be best if we fly up and check the second floor, see if we can locate Esmerelda and then get her out unnoticed.” Azura suggested as she observed the building.
