"Morning," Reka grumbles. "Those are in my saddlebag. I'll grab them." She dismounts her bike and circles the front tire to dig through the right bag, leaning down to entice the officer with her cleavage. I don't like having to rely on deception, but his type has little honor now. Too corrupt and selfish to die in combat. Instead of retrieving a driver's license or vehicle registration, she draws her langseax from the container and lunges over the motorcycle at the officer.
The man nodded and straightened himself. "Silas, general of Troj." He introduced himself. Then looked at her curiously. "Were you by any accident, one of King Arthur's knights?"
Reka jumped over the motorcycle swiftly, the man didn't even realise, as the sword fell on him and pierced his heart. The policeman collapsed on the ground, dead. Sofia was gapping at the immortal, frozen.
Karolina gulps a little as she feels her body reacting to the woman's touches. Damn it, you're supposed to be seducing her, not the other way around! She chastises herself, before taking a breath, and sliding a hand around Helen's waist. "Oh, I don't know... I'd say there's a place for the old ways... Ways like taking what you want, when you want it, without worrying about the consequences..." Karolina slides a finger down Helen's chest, wondering at this change in herself. A year ago, she would never have considered touching another woman like this - she would have found it sinful. But now... Now she doesn't give a damn. "I know what I want."
"I'm wanted here and can't afford to be taken in. Better this than a pursuit I won't escape." Reka wipes her sword clean on the officer's uniform and replaces it in the saddlebag. Then, she turns to face Sofia, a hint of regret in the Hun's eyes. "Don't blame you for leaving. Most do." She mounts her bike and drives, whether Sofia stays with her or not, taking backroads to try avoiding notice for a while.
"The time is like a wave. The customs change, from accepting to denouncing, time and time again. One time it's good to read, other bad. One time it's good to have slaves, other bad." She hummed. "The morality changes with time. Just like people change." Helen chuckled. "My, ain't you bold, noble of the borderlands?" She pushed Karolina lightly, kneeling atop of her, their faces right next to another. "You move... without experience." Her finger traced a pattern over the redhead's chest... a snake-like pattern. "If you want to experience the heights of pleasure one woman can give other... I can show you..." She leaned forward, her hot breath hitting the young woman's ear. "I will show you, why men look down on Sapho's daughters~" Her finger moved lower, between her breasts, moving the material of the dress aside. "Because of their fear~" The finger started making circles, around the breast, lightly tracing on the skin, teasing it. "Because no man knows the body of a woman~" The finger moved down, sliding under the dress' material. "~like another woman." The finger traced around her love chamber, thighs, navel... "No man, knowns~" The palm of her hand pushed her skin, right above her clit, still teasing, not touching, warming her up. "~how to make a woman~" There was a pause, making the redhead almost whimper, as her teased body was left hanging. "~how to make a woman howl from pleasure." Suddenly Karolina felt something strike her pussylips... no - it was but a touch, but to her sensitive flesh, it was like a strike. "!" Karolina arched, exclamation on her lips, as she arched with orgasmic bliss. "That... shows their own lack of skill..." She kissed the redhead's ear. "That's why they are jealous... and forbid, what shows their vice~" Helen's finger started tracing over Karolina's skin again.
The woman frowned and did not follow as Reka left. But soon her motorcycle caught up to immortal's. For some time she did not say anything. But then- "What exactly are you sought for?" She asked loudly, through the wind.
"O-Oooh... B-By Go- Mmmph!" Karolina cries out in pleasure, dripping wet beneath her dress, sweaty and flushed in the wake of her orgasm. "I-I want more of that..." She groans, her hands moving to unlace Helen's garment, plans forgotten.
"You could not begin to guess just how many people wondered the same thing." She looked a little bemused by the question, before giving something of a smile. "Of course, they're not wrong for thinking it. I've had many names across the generations. In a time of burning anyone who even seems like a witch, it would be a lot of a questions if I kept to the same name and never seemed to age a day since the prince was still in his baby clothes." "It's odd to still think about it. As romantic and majestic as the period was, all people seem to remember from is the twelve knights. The real number was easily over a thousand. Yet, you'll still be lucky to find the barest hint of what happened to any of them." Her face stiffened. He had stirred up memories in her, and she was now speaking more actively. "The irony is Lancelot seems to have gone down in history as the greatest warrior who ever lived.....I distinctly remember the time he hid and merely covered himself in the fallen's blood to pretend he fought. Even among that circle....Galahad was the superior fighter. Lancelot was mainly good at just convincing nobility about all these heroic deeds, he didn't actually do." She didn't look nearly as wide eyed and nostalgic talking about it. Obviously, he had struck a sore spot. "I never did understand why people undersold Gawain's contributions either. But there was also many other heroes alongside them, who had done much greater things and sacrificed much more, only for nobody to have any idea who they were or what they did."
Reka was passing through Juarez on her way North. It was her first time going back to America after leaving with Butch around ninety years ago. She was walking from her bike to a hotel, some cheap place in a run down part of the city, when a couple men jumped her, expecting her to be a easy mark. Reka drew her sword and dispatched the pair, but the scuffle earned the attention their friends in an alley nearby. The newcomers started shooting at her, no longer interesting in taking her alive. Knowing how much power the gangs and cartels wielded in the region, Reka knew she couldn't survive a drawn out battle with the gunmen, who probably had more help on the way. Instead of fighting, she ran back to her motorcycle and speed off. A younger me would have died there. Died again, I guess. Reka shouts, "I was kidnapped in Juarez, Mexico. Choices were to work for the cartel or die. I got away after a few years. Cartel wanted my head. Then the US was after me too. Corrupt assholes." I wish I could tell mortals the whole truth. I hate lying, even if it's a small one.
"~good girl~" Helen mumured, as the clothing was removed. * * * 2000s Karolina opened her eyes, she could feel Edward's body pressing against her back. His hand moved lightly over her skin, teasing it. The two lied on the bed, enjoying each other...
The man suddenly chuckled. "Heh... let me guess... you spent too many nights in the tavern, drinking with Merlin." He grinned. "The man just couldn't shut up about Artur and misinterpretation of those events... and every decade some details he recalled differently. He even wrote a couple of books about the Arthurian age - each contradicting the previous one." The man shook his head. "I do remember him mentioning a couple of female knights... but then dropping them even being in his stories, or changing genders, a couple of decades later."
{ninety years ago - in 1910s?} "Huh..." Sofia commented. Theyn shrugged. "Okay..." She then turned back to face the road, but continued fallowing Reka, as the two rode along the road. At this speed, without a stops, they would arrive to the city. By the noon, it was time to stop - refuel and eat something... and they were just approaching a refuel station and there was also a restaurant there.
[Cassidy left for Argentina in 1901 and died in 1908, and I was thinking Reka would wander around South America since it's new to her. I rounded to 90 years because Reka probably wouldn't remember the exact year, and because the events in that memory probably happen in the 1980s.] Wrestling with frustration and joy, the silence during the ride is a welcome reprieve. "You want to stop up ahead? I bet you got more to ask. Need gas soon anyway."
"In his defense, I was a boy during the better part of starting my service. Ended up a with few marriage proposal's too.....they were much less tasteful after the time came where I could be more public with my identity. I've little interest in taking the credit, for myself. Just that many of those who did noble things be acknowledged for them." Thea began to move her hand to the hilt of her blade indicating her interest in drawing, but didn't yet unsheathe. Etiquette demanding letting your opponent be ready. "Of course, I have hundreds of years worth of battles and stories to tell. As do you. Pity there will never be time to go over all of them."
Karolina enjoys the closeness for a few moments more, before pulling away. "I should head back - I have a club to run, and I don't want an immortal burning it down because they looked for me there and couldn't find me."
{Not that - I knew about Cassidy. I'm more surprised by the bike/motorcycle part in 1910... but since you are playing it off on bad memory...} "Sure... but maybe this time, pay for the damn fuel!" She called back, as the two stopped by the station. The building seemed to be divided in two sections. One a store that sold the fuel, other a restaurant.
The man smiled as he put a hand into his coat. Soon, a glint of metal shone at his hand as he took out his sword... a Khopesh. "That's what a quickening is for." He said as he slowly started making his way down.
Edward snorted as he shook his head. "They will feel you are not there~" He chuckled. "So, when do we start our hunt, Captain?"He asked as he kissed her neck.
Karolina nestles a hand in his hair. "Like I said, no need to rush. As far as I'm concerned, the longer it takes for our numbers to drop, the better."
