"Wonderful." Vizelle cooed, keeping up her barrier up. "Let us proceed." She said with a smile, using her psionic radar to check where their target was.
Even with the alarm the noblewoman needed a few minutes to fully wake up, feeling a bit lazy this morning. After finally getting out of bed Eanne took a proper bath, then went looking for breakfast. While at it she checked if there were any issues that required her attention.
'That sounds like an enticing idea for another time,' Xavier grinned back, as he grabbed Reyna's hips and started to slam into her. He got a feel for her canal, and how he had to thrust to make her mewl the most. Grunts and loud slaps accompanied their spontaneous tryst, making anyone who might enter the locker room quite certain what was going on in the shower. The admiral drove himself in to the captain's hot embrace again and again, thorough enjoying the end of his dry-spell and the sensations she was giving him.
Yannika shook her head and couldn't hide an amused smile, someone was apologizing to her for their state of undress. That was just silly. "There's no need to apologize, Lady Wulfkin" she said, still with the smile and using what should be her formal title. "Far be it from me to comment on your apparel. This is after all a private room. And you two are married." Although she did wonder why the two were in here and not what should be their suite. Regardless, she did want to nudge Tymothy with her elbow and mouth the word 'Nice!' but managed to refrain herself. "It is a pleasure to meet you, I do regret it's taken so long for this to occur. But I take it you understand how... difficult of a man my father can be."
Using her psionics, she detects that the source of the energy is several levels above them, near the top of the spire. Heading up the stairs, Vizelle and her group find themselves in a massive open chamber, the walls a dull silver, with strange panels emerging from and descending into the floor. As Vizelle walks past, the walls open up, and person sized tubes emerge, opening up invitingly, as if the place is beckoning her to step inside. "I'd recommend against it." Mary says as they go past.
So far, there's nothing on her schedule. The tax summit is rapidly approaching, but there's still time to deal with it, and Admiral Azurrose is off to hopefully successfully deal with Samodiva's pirate problem.
Reyna backs against him, meeting his thrusts. She cries out in pleasure, not trying to hide her satisfaction. "Mmmh, sir... You can join me...for a-ooh-workout...any time..." She chuckles, before it turns into a lustful moan. The captain clearly enjoys Xavier's attentions, her pussy stimulating every nerve and pleasure point along Xavier's immense length, enjoying the animalistic rutting and seemingly willing to lethim take charge for the immediate present.
"Please, just call me Velve." The dark haired woman smiles. "And yes, I do quite understand what he can be like. He's never forgiven me for marrying Tym, the black sheep, instead of his precious second son." She rolls her eyes. Tymothy looks between them, before sighing. "Father and I...fell out. I'm no longer the heir, here." He looks seriously at Yannika, expression mournful. "Yannika, I... I should have left when he forced you out, I should have defended you." He takes her hands, raising them up. "I'm your big brother, my job is to keep you safe, and I abandoned you when you needed me. Please, forgive me."
"Oho? So is this an invitation. Or has he never experienced opposition before?" Vizelle cooed, "Hmm." She then looks at Jaya, "Place one of our salvaged mechs inside. Let's see if he can distinguish between flesh, and metal."
Jaya nods, tapping at her portable terminal to guide the mech inside one of the tubes. There's silence for a few breaths, before the tube begins to spark with energy, and the mech is propelled out, pieces of hot metal exploding from its chassis and deflecting off of Vizelle's barrier.
"Fufu. I'll take that as a yes." Vizelle grins, turning around, "Let's head on. Now I'm even more curious as to who we are dealing with." She smirks, sending a telepathic message to the person at the top. Do wait for me. I'd love to have a nice, long chat with you.
Yannika's demeanor saddened and she shook her head. "Thank you for that Tym, but what was done was father's will. You couldn't have disobeyed him anymore than I. He shoulders the blame. Not you." she gently squeezed his fingers. "There's nothing to forgive." Once the moment passed she asked. "If you're no longer his heir, who is? Cera or Yoeseph?"
Tymothy looks down, nodding, but clearly still ashamed. Finally, he looks her in the eye and smiles. "Thank you, sis..." He breathes. Velve shakes her head. "No. Your sister discovered her magical potential, and is now with the Order of Sorcerers. Yoeseph is now heir." Tymothy nods. "Cera has a tower, here on the capital, and Yoeseph should be around somewhere."
Heading up several floors, Vizelle finds herself in a large test chamber, when a psionic pulse bursts into her head, overpowering her senses and screaming one word: RUN! Immediately after, the doors begin to open. A squad of heavily armed troops, organics, she notices, emerges, pointing weapons at her. "Surrender, now, or we will open fire!"
"Oh? Now this is getting a lot more interesting." Vizelle grins, "Now, now. Let us be civil. I am Vizelle, of the emperor's council. Who might you be?" She asked, keeping her barrier up, and testing how good the soldier's mental resistance is by probing him, trying to turn him into a loyal slave.
"Listen, woman, I will give you one more chance to-" Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 85+20+105 Spoiler: Soldier's Willpower Save D100: 28+15 (Psionic Blocker)=43 The man pauses, as Vizelle effortlessly breezes past his psionic blocker, implanting feelings of devotion and obedience deep within the core of his psyche. "Sir? What's wrong?" One of the soldiers beside him says, voice sounding concerned, even through the voice modulator of his helmet. "Fuck it, light her up!" Spoiler: Private Soldier's attack Roll D100: 77 Spoiler: Vizelle's Barrier Roll D100: 5 The soldiers, except for the one that Vizelle controlled, open fire. A bullet tears through Vizelle's barrier, tearing through her unprotected stomach.
(Lols seriously my dice rolls are all over the place.) "Gughk!" Vizelle's eyes widen as she's hit in the stomach, Kill them all, expect for the captain. She sent a telepathic message to her disciples, including her newly turned slave, as she kneels down, clutching her injured gut. "Ghk." The sorceress immediately starts using biomancy to heal herself.
