"Don't worry, I don't think you're a homewrecker or anything. He has pretty powerful appetites when he's in that form - we're both getting used to it." Lana smiles reassuringly. "You're a pop star now - or you're about to be. You'll always be wanted." Lana chuckles, her hand moving from his to squeeze his thigh. "About an hour - he's not on call today, so it takes longer than usual."
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Psychana: 40+10 Brainwashed Thugs: 50 Remaining Thugs: 2 Psychana Bound! Can't attack. As Psychana raises her arms to attack, she's struck by the way her foes move - they're not like regular people - independent bodies moving in tentative synchronicity. The three thugs are perfectly in unison, like one entity in three bodies. One of the thugs is caught by a shockwave, but rather than fall back, he rushes into the shimmering path of the other two, going flying a he alone absorbs all the force, allowing the others to reach her. Luckily, it seems like their goal is to subdue her without harming her - though they grab at her arms to pull them behind her back, they're surprisingly gentle, not pulling so hard as to cause any substantial amount of pain.
Once again, Psychana was surprised at the turn of events. She expected the three thugs to go flying, the fact that one of them seemed to absorb the blast for the others was disconcerting. "Gah! Get off me!" Psychana cried as her arms were restrained behind her back. She twisted and turned in her assailant's grasp trying to free herself before she tried to summon the power to hover in the air, in the hope that the combination of her physical resistance and force of gravity pulling her attacker towards the ground would loosen his grip.
Spoiler: Resistance Roll D100: 77+10 Luckily, even in distress, the blonde is able to amass enough psychic power to send her into the air, her attackers holding on tightly but eventually forced to fall back to the ground.
Frustrated, confused and more than a little angry, Psychana let loose another barrage of psychokinetic bolts towards her attackers. Not enough force to kill but certainly enough to render them unconscious, before she descended back to the ground.
{no problem - we can go with her still wearing the choker} Faye moaned as her body shook. She bit her lip as her mind was flying high with pleasure. "Is that wha-uhm~ you want to do~" she shook as she felt cold metal of car pressing against her flesh... or was it other way around? "To discipline me~ Such a disobedient secretary~" "Uhm~" She collapsed on the hood as she felt woman's fingers touching her g-spot. Her juices flooded, sprinkling over the mask of the hood.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 82+10 Remaining thugs: 0 Luckily, in the air, there's not all that much the thugs can do without the firearms they seem unwilling to use. Soon, all three are lying gently, as Psychana hears sirens approaching. So stubborn... Someday soon... The voice sounds again, and then Jenny's mind is silent once more.
Crystal doesn't stop just because her boss has reached orgasm, continuing to attack Faye's g-spot. "When I need to be." She giggles, sliding Faye onto her back as she undoes her boss' blouse.
Just now coming to the realization at Lana's words, Nico says, "Yeah...I guess you're right." Thoughts of the adoration of thousands and thousands of fans fill his head, a smile across his face as he imagines himself selling out entire arenas. Lana's hand snaps him back to reality in time to hear her answer. In a sultry tone, he flirts, "Does that mean you want me too?"
"Who?..." but just as soon as the thought is formed, the voice is gone. Shaken and concerned, Psychana compartmentalized her fears and went to check on the shop owner.
The blond moaned as her body shook with pleasure again. As she was rolled over, she moved her legs around Crystal's waist. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against woman's and started kissing her, coiling her arms around her secretary. "Weren't we supposed to have some fun in your home?" She asked as she grabbed woman's ass, her nails digging into her flesh, and raising her a little.
"It's not the same though - I know from experience. So many people are in love with you, but they don't know you, not really. As for the ones close to you, so few have your interests in mind... It's why you have to treasure the people who actually care about you. Sorry, I'm being a bummer in your big moment." She sighs, before her hand moves between his legs, and she replaces her look with a grin. "Aren't you presumptuous? But... I've tried Calista, and enjoyed her. I wanna see how Nico stacks up."
Heading inside, she sees an overweight man in a wife beater, who looks surprised at her entrance. "Shit... You one of those supers? You get my money back?" Outside, a police car pulls up.
Crystal giggles, returning the kiss, before sliding down the cups of Faye's bra to give one of her nipples a bite, all while her fingers continue to do their tantalising work in her pussy. "Oh, baby, this is just the warm up."
Gaining access, Vanessa goes wide eyed as she saw Jack's files. "Right, games, porn, and what seems to be important files. My, I haven't met this guy yet, but I can already tell what kind of person he is." She sighed, ignoring the games, and porn... for now. As she checks on the SCANS, PROCESSES, and SUBJECT files.
Opening the scans file first, Vanessa sees two images - the same two scans she saw earlier, but this time they're labelled. As expected, one reads Fitzgerald, V. The other, she finds, reads Cerrone, D.
"I believe so sir." she said respectfully to the shop owner. "I detained three men out back of your store, so long as they took your money it'll be with them." As the police entered, Psychana directed them towards the three 'detained' individuals out back. She stayed long enough to give a statement and answer the officer's questions. Once proper procedure had been followed she got ready to depart, but before she left she made sure to ask the shop owner "I'm terribly sorry this happened to you sir. I only hope that this experience hasn't soured your opinion of the neighborhood. Unless there's anything else I can do for you, I'll take my leave now."
"Tsk." Vanessa clicks her tongue as she saw the scan, "So my hunch was right." The heiress grumbled, but as she saw the second scan. "Cerrone, D?" She tilts her head, trying to recall if she knows anyone who has the same initials. She then checks on the PROCESSES file, wondering what they planned to do, and how they aimed to do it.
Two officers enter the store, one reaching for his weapon before his partner stops him. "Wait - I recognise that one, she's on our side. Jackson put in a word for her." The antsy cop rolls his eyes at Jackson's name being mentioned, but nods and takes his hand away. "Nah, I been in this neighborhood a long time - it's always been like this." The owner grunts, as the officers take the stolen money as evidence. Ducking beneath the counter after the police leave with their dazed prisoners in tow, he comes up with a handful of bills from some secret stash. "Here ya' go. Maybe you'd consider making this street part of your, uh, patrol route or whatever you call it?"
As Vanessa looks through the next file, seeing that it's full of scientific equations she doesn't understand, she recalls who Cerrone is, remembering news reports and campaign ads - Diana Cerrone, the city's new and supposedly incorruptible DA.
