That's weird. Maybe he got hit harder than he thought. Do concussions work like that? Sonata will keep tracking Lee through the sounds of his footsteps, simultaneously searching for a discrete way to enter the building and follow the young man, presumably to his apartment. My costume stands out a little too much to use the front door and still avoid notice. A back door, window, or roof access would be better.
Squidlock gives the sorceress a baleful look. "Do you want to save his life? I thought heroes these days didn't like the police. Still... this might be a way to bring our own little impasse to an end. So I propose a bargain: I will not end this man's life... but you must swear, upon your true name, that you will be my breeding bitch. That the rest of your life will be spent humbly accepting your fate as a sperm receptacle for me and for our soon to be growing brood." He gives the officer's throat a tighter squeeze for emphasis. Not enough to break his neck or crush his windpipe just yet... but certainly strong enough to give the sorceress the idea of what any sort of dawdling will lead to. "In essence, it is a simple choice: Your life... or his?"
Interesting. One, it likely meant for a c-list hero, he's actually met them before if he has opinions on them. Two, that meant the perfect man might not be so clean after all....but there wasn't solid enough proof of that. He could just be accepting the idea brought up. Either bad blood between the two or he knew something Infinity didn't like. All good to know. But if she pressed it, she probably wouldn't get much out of him. Instead, she decided to brush off his surprise about Celesta. "Oh, am I actually a step ahead of you then? For someone as paranoid as yourself, it's interesting she's the one you'll defend." Malady didn't particularly care about her, but making her the focus point would distract from everyone else trying to fluster him into defending her. Eyeing him as she turned over from her side to lay flat on her stomach, letting her chin rest in the palm of her hands, she kept dismissive about it, treating it as a game. "She's cute, right? How do you know each other? I'm going to get jealous. Actually....how DO I know her? Where have we met before....what could we possibly talk about? Just staying up all night, doing each other's hair, talking about boys...." She started to cast her gaze upwards to the ceiling, no longer paying attention, then snapping back to eye level. "Well, we don't need to worry about that now. Just give the data on the ones that I'm worried about." Play it off, like Celesta was no threat to her for one reason or another. It would drive his paranoia further, but she wouldn't satisfy it. The vagueness would help play into it and have him jump to conclusions. If there was one thing she was really good at, it was knowing how to get under a hero's skin.
"Nnnh." Vanessa continues to struggle, her expression showing how much she wants to resist. Yet, her gloved hands were already moving to undo his pants, pulling down his zipper to fish out his cock.
"Well... Like I said, we're from another world - another plane of existence, one where magic is far more common than it is here, though I believe that is slowly changing..." Esmerelda frowns, before shaking her head. "Sorry, I'm getting off topic. You've heard of the fae, I assume? The fair folk?" Sapphira pipes up. "Faeries!" Esme clears her throat and continues. "Ahem, yes, I believe that's what they're called here. We're...cousins of the Fae. Of a sort. Our physiology is similar - inherently imbued with magic. Only, they're more powerful than us, and less...human, for want of a better term." She shudders. "They were always a confusing lot, their whims unknowable, but they grew crueler in more recent years - visiting other plains of existence to take people as slaves back to their world beyond the Hedge. When we protested, they came for us - we had to flee our homeworld into different plains." She says sadly.
Looking around, Sonata frowns. It seems like a pretty upscale building, which means the entrances are closed securely to those without passcards, or who are not let upstairs by a resident. Using his sonar, he notes an open window to one of the apartments that he could pretty easily jump to from the opposite building. The only problem is that there's someone inside, taking a shower. He'd have to sneak past, or disable them.
"No..." The blonde looks from Squidlock, to the police officer, his face going blue, and then back to Squidlock. "...His. I choose his life. Let him go, a-and I'll do what you want." She hangs her head in submission.
"You don't know Celesta - she's as close as anyone can get to pure good." Finch says definitively. "I've been studying the local gangs for months. I've mapped out their turf, been collecting data on the contraband they ship in and out. I even have a theory about what the hell happened to the Death's Head. It's all at my base. My new base, I mean."
A thick, powerful cock springs forth, slapping against Vanessa's nose. "Time to see if I was right about you being crap in bed. Suck my cock, slut. And do your best. Suck me off like I'm the man you're in love with, and you're desperate to impress me."
Squidlock does not let go just yet, though his grip does loosen ever so slightly, just enough to give the officer a moment of air. Still glaring at the sorceress, he snarls, "I SAID, 'swear on your true name that you will be my breeding bitch'."
Vanessa's eyes widen as she released his cock, his scent, and size overwhelming her senses. "N-no." She whimpered, knowing what he'll order her to do next. Yet, the moment he gave his command. The heiress gulps, struggling to keep her mouth closed. Sadly, the power that compelled her to obey was too powerful. Soon enough, her plump lips part as she gives his cockhead a kiss. All Vanessa could do now was close her eyes in shame, as her body moves on autopilot. "Mmh, aahn, mmh." She gives the thug a surprise, as her skills were somewhat above average. With Vanessa licking around his cockhead, dipping into his foreskin, before polishing his shaft. Covering every length of his powerful cock with her saliva, she then opens wide. Taking his tip into her mouth, letting him feel her soft lips, warm mouth, and velvety tongue. "Gghmp." The heiress starts bobbing her head up, and down his meat pole. Even going so far as to deepthroat his entire length, "Gghk!"' Making her gag as she only has some experience giving head.
Damn it. I wish I had a grappling hook too. Sonata traverses to this neighboring building. As he prepares to jump across the alley into the open apartment, he draws a deep breath to focus. Suddenly, he makes a running leap, hopefully clearing the gap. Sonata uses his power to silence his landing, no stranger to having to mute instruments...or himself. He keeps the muting effect active, attempting to exit the apartment before he can be caught by the occupant. Being seen jumping into random residences would not go over well. Once that ordeal's over, assuming no complications, he'll resume his trek to Lee's place.
"Ah, but you aren't going to share that easily, are you? That's alright. We are going to wipe out Death's Hand, and you're going to help me." She said it confidently, not even leaving it in question. "After all, you can't resist allowing them to get too dangerous regardless of who the idea comes for it. You're just that kind of guy." She was sure she knew his type. He'd probably be hesitant, but he was inclined to agree even without her resorting to direct threats. "The other option would of course, be requiring a massive full scale gang war and I'm sure you're aware of what kind of damage that would do to the city. My following is about to spike and so is funding. We'd be able to overwhelm the Death's Hand by numbers and force eventually at this rate....but it will still leave massive amounts of losses on both sides. Even if they're mostly criminals, you hardly strike me as the type who can allow the deaths of someone who didn't need to be killed. "
After some thought, Amethyst Heart decided against going to Varderk - she would keep him for the last. She thought about people who could help her... Infinity, would be the best bet. He would be her backup plan. With the decision made, she prepared for the meeting with the major - she put on her office clothes... and earrings that worked as voice recorders. Practically indistinguishable from normal earrings. The recording would be transmitted to an independet server - If anything happened, the recording from them, would be transmitted to Infinity. After a moment, she decided not to pack her costume - she would be challenging the major - the only reason why she submitted to her in the first place, was because that man... but this time, if the woman failed to impress, Faye would be ridding her face and setting the pecking order. At midnight, she arrived at Kazuhira's place.
"Not bad..." The villain chuckles, hands both gripping her hair and forcing his length down her throat. "Maybe I was wrong - maybe you have more of a taste for sucking cock than I thought."
"Gggmhp, gghk, gglrhk." Vanessa could feel her tears building up on the edge of her eyes, as the thug forces his cock deeper down her gullet. Her gags, and choking making her throat vibrate against his invading meat pole. Bastard, bastard! What is happening, damn itttt! She screamed inside her head, trying her best to resist the seemingly divine force that compelled her to obey.
Heading into a spacious looking apartment, Sonata hears the sound of water running from beyond a doorway, with an occasional whistle. Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100: 80 Waiting until he hears the person squeezing a shampoo bottle, Sonata slips past without issue, the person in the other room totally oblivious to the fact that someone invaded his home. Heading through the door, Sonata walks out into the hallway and uses soundwaves to find Lee's apartment. Standing outside the door, she can hear three people within the room - a man lying unconscious, while a man and a woman talk. He hears the woman speak, her soft, attractive voice identifying her as the kidnapped songstress, Lana Caruso. "Baby, this... I don't know how this happened to you, but this plan is really risky." The man who replies sounds exactly like Lee, but more confident and brash. "Don't worry about it, girl. They're gonna be looking for terrorists or supervillains or something - they'll never think to look under their noses. This one chick, one of the girls who's probably going to get the axe? She seemed terrified, earlier - my other half had to calm her down. With the talent all scared, the label and the cops'll be so busy watching over girls like that that they won't be able to focus on finding who kidnapped you. Sounds like a fun job - she was pretty hot." Sonata hears Lana move her hand, probably giving her boyfriend the finger. "I don't think it'll be so simple. Maybe we should think about, I dunno... Putting you back toge-" Lana begins, before she's cut off by Lee. "No. Not happening."
"Or we could go with the third option, where you leave the Death's Hand alone, hang up your hat as a villainess, and get a real job?" The bound hero raises an eyebrow. "Listen, I think there's more going on behind that biker war than it would seem. I visited the scene where it all went down, where Death's Hand supposedly provoked the war - my detectors aren't as good as I'd like them to be, but they definitely found evidence of magic at the scene."
