<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Timestamp: 3 Dyo 81379, late afternoon into late evening Character: Phoenix Tlekaj, 2400 (without wings) Clothing: Very tight black leather trousers, black and deep purple corset, stilletto style boots along with a visable curved sword Location: The Black Horse Tavern (the same dingy one that S.O.B. previously met in. Weather: Raining with a threat of thunder Private for Precaution with X-7</td></tr></table> The crimson red femme sat at the table in the empty tavern nursing a goblet filled with a bitter red wine. Her kalidoscope eyes swirled with all the colours of the colour spectrum at an alarming rate. The claws on her long fingers tapped unconsciously at the glass of the goblet with annoyance. Her long burnt orange and maroon red streaked hair flowed perfectly straight down her elegant back as she sat peering at the goblet as if expecting it to turn into a snake at any moment. Her long slender legs were crossed under the table, one foot twitching as was her long tail, the tuft of black fur in the middle of the split floating about like a feather. Medhsnuja had told her to wait here in case one of the S.O.B. appeared in response to one of the following: they'd either completed the task set or ran out of money. Thing was, she'd been here for about six days. On her own. Only the bartender offered conversation, at one point offering to pay her vast amounts of gold if she slept with him. She'd told him that she might take him up on it at a later date. That later might become sooner if someone didn't turn up soon. Simply because she was getting utterly bored and at least she could earn some money and have something to do. The skitzo femme would have to try and wait. Hopefully it'd be sooner rather than later....
He walked in, a mammoth figure draped in an overlarge brown dirty cloak. several angles jutted out awkwardly, almost seeming as if the thing underneath the disguise wasn't truly... normal... The creature entered a few steps, each step bringing the echo of metal against slightly rotten wood slighty closer, and then it threw back the hood, showing a pendragon head, or half of one... The other half was smooth silver colored steel, protecting the entire neck and head save one half. A robotic eye sat where the normal eye should be, glowing faintly blood red and zooming in and out, scanning the surroundings from every angle. It flung the cloak off in a single stroke, revealing shining silver armor covering vital electronic and mechanical components and vulnerable fleshy organs, and then walked directly towards Phoenix, now being inside, not having to hide his shape or form at all. He nodded to the bartender, who cowered in return, and then took a seat opposite Phoenix, his single organic eye looking her up and down, either checking her out or sizing her up in case of trouble, more likely the latter. <span style='color:blue'>Phoenix, I presume? I'm here to report that I have successfully obtained all the poisons requested by our humble leader, yet was unable to come to create a trade agreement with Finasis of the Red Feather Mafia.</span> He fell silent, as if his report was enough to give him permission to leave at a single word. He only followed orders unquestioningly to avoid drawing attention to himself, and his two faced alliance with both the S.O.B. and "The Lost". He continued to look her over carefully, watching for even the slightest twitch or raise in tempature that signified either an incoming attack or a lie. To back up his report, he opened several compartments all over his body, while keeping his robotic eye on Phoenix, and placed hundreds of bags, jars, and vials of powders, liquids, solids, and even lethal gases, upon the table. He took a final look over them, and then shifted his gaze yet again to Phoenix, this time examining her for her take on the final results of his mission...
Phoenix's kalidoscope eyes turned an alarming set of colours to green, red and white as the stranger came in the room. They glistened as they swirled the trio of colours, looking him over. He fitted Medhsnuja's description of one of the S.O.B. perfectly. She wasn't too startled by his mechanical parts, more intrigued at how someone could let someone do that to them. No matter. She allowed his robotic eye to crawl over her body, she was used to men looking at her in all sorts of ways. She smiled softly at him as he sat down opposite her. She listened carefully to his report, sipping her wine as she did so, and noticed how the robot eye never left her own eyes. Her own eyes swirled now at an alarming rate in all types of patterns. Good work. Indeed I am Phoenix Tlekaj. Who are you stranger? She paused, her voice having an odd huskiness to it along with its deepness. The sharpness of her pearly fangs had been clearly visable as she spoke, a clear reminder that she wasn't for fooling with. Tell me who you are and then what happened with Finasis.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>By the way, you and your members can jump in at any time on "Alliances". :D </td></tr></table> X-7 finally let himself relax. He couldn't see this pendragon as a threat, now that she had revealed her identity as that of his contact. He refocused his robotic eye, giving himself a solid motionless video picture again, and his normal eye locked with hers. He locked his hands, and rested his fleshy elbows on the table. <span style='color:blue'>I have no real name, I meerly go by the project name, Prototype X-7 of the Pendragon/Machine Technology Hybrid program. You can call me X-7, nice to meet you Miss Tlekaj. Now, as for creating the trade agreement with Finasis, something came up, I won't bore you with the story, but it prevented me from reaching her. Now I have a few questions for you Miss Tlekaj, namely what is YOUR affiliation with the S.O.B. and why I havent met such a lovely woman before?</span> He lathered his question with flattery, attempting to make his question seem less suspicious. If she was an undercover for someone else... It made him nervous just to think about it, and despite his computer side's constant reassurances, his head was a warped mass of robotic programs and doubts. He shifted a bit, lowering his arms underneath the table. He waved to the bartender, and the man ceased his cowering long enough to stagger over with a large glass of whiskey, which X-7 thanked him for, and after actually paying for the drink, much to the shock of the tender, he put back a quarter of the drink in a few sips. Ironic, how somehow under 2 years of age was already drinking whiskey in a dingy bar and associating with criminals...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Yup thanks. Going to send out a newsletter now :)</td></tr></table> She observed how he suddenly relaxed as she stated who she was and how his whole body seemed to slump slightly with relief. She continued to smile softly and one could almost say seductively. Her inner deamon was trying to take over again and she forced him away. This was not a time to show her skitzo side.. She listened attentively, her ears twitching as she did so. Her eyes changed colours again to a more subtle red and pinky colours. They swirled still, but more slowly and leisurely. His sudden flattery took her slightly by surprise and made her smile warmer. She wasn't really used to such compliments. Usually a guy would tell her "oh you're pretty, come here and give us a fuck" and of course she would dispose of them in the only truely successful way she knew. Kill them. Flattery could get you anywhere.. Nice to meet you too X-7. Please call me Phoenix. Miss Tlekaj makes me feel old.. She paused, angling her body so that he had a perfect view of her round breasts mostly hidden in the corset and her hands resting under her chin. She had a feeling the bartender was watching and that he was quite jealous. No matter. She was having a good time over here. Well to cut a long story short, I am Captain of the Deamon Army. You haven't seen me before because I've been training up a few stubborn rutsujpt.... Any other questions handsome?
X-7 grinned back, dropping the act in an instant, returning to a businesslike manner. If she was a soldier, there was no need for such deception. <span style='color:blue'>None at all Phoenix, so were you left with any further orders? Because I always need to find something to keep myself busy.</span> He shifted a little in his seat before realising his change in speech again. He found it strange, as he had no more use for it. Computer logic was only overruled by his mind in times of need, and he didn't plan on letting it happen now... He polished off what was left of his whiskey, and ordered another whiskey, falling apart mentally, but managing to keep looking professional on the outside. He really had no clue about life, or these type of situations, other than what was contained in his files. He'd better calm down, otherwise it would all fall apart, his double sided alliance, his plans against the military, and even the nagging feeling in the back of his head about Phoenix. She must be doing something to his weak organic components, well, he'd soon fix that...
She resumed the flirtatious pose, her breathing making her breasts rise and fall in such a manner that would probably attract a guy's attention. And keep it there. Her kalidoscope eyes changed colours yet again, to an array of soft warm pastel colours, mixing and changing shapes constantly. One delicate but strong hand moved to take the half-filled wine goblet and draw it to her lips. She drank the whole lot in a few gulps before placing the empty goblet in front of her and slowly, eyes still on X-7, licking one finger then moving it around the rim of the glass and letting a soft ringing sound into the little background noise. She then proceeded to check the wine bottle for remains and managed to get another goblet-ful before leaving the empty bottle. Orders? Well not really. Only one for me... She paused again, taking another sip To keep the first returnee occupied, and the second ect... But you were the first... so it's special treatment for you.. She left the idea hanging in the air, she was practically saying I'm all yours... Providing you don't hurt or try to kill me..
X-7 stared at her coldly for a few moments, his computer logic deciding what to do. She still didn't register as much of a threat, and thus it let everything slide. Prototye X-7 would be free to do what he wished, at least for awhile. <span style='color:blue'>Special treatment? What do you mean by that hmm?</span> He tapped his metal fingers against the table, considering the offer. He sat back in his chair, and downed the rest of his whiskey in a single gulp, before shaking his head with a grin. <span style='color:blue'>What do you think the consequences will be for this 'special treatment?'</span> He asked, staring at her with mild amusement on his half face. His robotic eye zoomed out all the way, getting her entirely in his vision...
She smiled, watching his reaction. He was certainly considering things. She leant closer to him, revealing an even better view for him of her round breasts. Her pinky tongue made an idle trail across her lower lip in a slow, meaningful way. Well the special treatment.. Let's say it's whatever you wish it to be.. And as for the consequences, well who'll know? She winked before taking another mouthful of the wine, awaiting a response <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>sorry... sucky post x.x I'll try and add more later..</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Ha Ha, don't worry, mine before that was worse. :P </td></tr></table> X-7 watched her for a few moments, registering how his organic side developed a lust as she moved. It was amusing, if a low level A.I. was intelligent enough to be amused. The two sides eventually came to an agreement after a few more silent minutes of mental disscussion. X-7 leaned forwards, then with a flash of silver a wrist blade slid out to it's full length, forming a wall out of the blade between their noses. He then scratched his chin with the blade, turning the mock threat into an act of comedy, carefully planned out by the organic side, who was now in full control, the computer having gone into shut down mode until needed. <span style='color:blue'>Well then, I think we could chalk it off to work experience. If you're sure you could handle what comes after...</span> He smirked, and retracted the blade, which was now resting on the table. With a sigh he leaned back, and gently rested his armored head on his palm, smiling deviously at her...
Phoenix wasn't too sure of this guy. He seemed to be clear of what she was offering, at least it looked like it, but there was something different about him. She shrugged off the feeling and didn't let her small worry bother her. The sudden movement of the wrist blade between her nose and his made her catch her breath in slight shock. Which in turn woke up her inner deamon, known as Tulan.. ~Someone's been a busy bee hasn't she?~ Shut up Tulan. This is nothing to do with you ~But he's threatening you!~ No he wasn't. Just a little warning I think. Or a test. Tulan, go back to sleep. Last thing I need is you spoiling my fun. I've been stuck in the dingy tavern for days with you arguing about killing everyone else in here and now I have the opportunity to have what I want for a change, you appear. ~Well that's gratitude for you! Shall I go back to sleep then and bother you in the act?~ Don't you dare.. ~Or you'll do what exactly?~ I won't listen to a word or idea you have ever again ~Hm. Well, fine. Providing you promise to actually consider my ideas in future~ Fine. Now piss off back to sleep. And then there was silence in her head. This had all happened in a matter of seconds so X-7 wouldn't have even noticed it. She listened to his words as he retracted the blade with a very visable smirk on his face. Oh really? Going to enlighten me on what will happen after? She said quietly and cheekily, having recovered after the blade incident and the intrusion of Tulan..
X-7 continued to rest his chin on his hand and grin at her. <span style='color:blue'>I'm not sure, if you jump at the sight of a tiny little blade...</span> He of course had no idea of her inner conflict between herself and her demon, for not only did he have no psychic abilities anyways, his machinery somehow blocked out any and all psychic contact. He couldn't recieve telepathic messages, couldn't send them, and couldn't be affected by any psychic ability. It was burden in some places, but a gift in others. However now that the second entity in the second member here had shown it's face... <span style='color:blue'>I don't really think you can handle the ordeal... But it's up to you entirely...</span> He placed his free arm on the table, and with a thought and a hiss the armor popped off, revealing a hairless muscular bicep, not looking gross, but if one knew how the end had been obtained by the scientists that had created him... He really was a monster, what one year old could have the body and mind of an adult? Nature had really fucked up on him hadn't it...
Phoenix snorted. Of course she could handle it. Whatever "it" was. She was a Warrior, an Elementary Sorcerer and half-deamon. Of course she could. Oh couldn't I? Want to make a little wager on it?.... And anyway, I wasn't to know you've got blades hidden everywhere now was I? She said cheekily, up for some serious fun. Her hand moved to trace along the bicep laid on the table. Licking her lips again, she raised an eyebrow at him I think I'm up for it. There's nothing I haven't seen happen before. So, what do you reckon? She didn't quite care at the minute what this "ordeal" could be. Her current mind frame was that she wanted to be fucked. And not by some sleezy bartender. X-7 she thought would be perfect.. and he looked like he was pretty up to a little fun himself...
X-7 grinned. It was settled then. He picked up the armor and placed it back on his bicep with another hiss, signifying that the air pressure had gone back up and the armor had gotten a hold on his skin. <span style='color:blue'>Then let's find a more reputable, private place to conduct our little... Venture...</span> He stood up, smirking at the bartender, who gave him a hate filled stare, and offered a cold, smooth, robotic hand to Phoenix. <span style='color:blue'>Shall we my dear?</span>
Phoenix smiled as she watched him. And the bartender's glare made her want to laugh but she just grinned at him, a knowing-sly-ha! style smile. She took the offered hand from X-7, acting like a gentleman, and the coldness of the smooth metal almost made her withdraw it instantly but she kept hold of it, and her composure, and rose to meet him by his side. Have you got any specific place in mind my master? I do have a room booked upstairs but you might know of a better place.. She whispered into his ear, slightly nibbling on it suggestively. Phoenix had given him permission to lead her. She was all his. Well, until both had had their fill of course...
X-7 smiled, and with another glance towards the bartender, went on. <span style='color:blue'>Well, I had a more reputable place in mind, because I'm sure we'll soon find our host here prying before we've even begun. And I really have too much blood on my hands...</span> He sorely wanted to wreak havoc on the tavern, slash the tables and chairs to pieces, maybe give the place a few vulcan rounds to finish it up. But he doubted it would go over well with Phoenix, and thus he maintained his gentleman's persona. <span style='color:blue'>Much farther down the street, actually halfway across town, a higher class club, mostly for politicians and the rich. I somehow earned a membership there, but I'm sure you wouldn't want to walk all that way just for a few minutes of fun...</span>
She smiled and nodded in agreement. The bartender would probably look through the key-hole. Another thing he didn't know about her was that she could command her large crimson and black feathered wings to come and go as she willed. She shut her deamon eyes for a split second and the corset modified itself slightly to allow her wings to grow through easily. Well that's where wings come in handy my liege She said grinning as she flexed them, now at their full size. She nibbled on his ear again, still holding his robotic cold hand, before whispering Lead the way <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Shall we keep it in this thread or do you want to make another??</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Meh, I don't care, I was kinda planning on just trailing off and letting any readers guess fer themselves, har har.</td></tr></table> X-7 nodded curtly, and after taking a quick peek out the door, a bit suspiciously, but for a good reason none the less, he led the way out onto the empty street. Then with a small boom his jetpack started up, showering the street with a wave of blue flames nas the pack adjusted. Soon X-7 was hovering, his feet barely off the ground, inviting Phoenix to join him. <span style='color:blue'>Let us go my dear, My membership might expire any moment... Heh heh...</span>
She followed him and as he turned to check out the door, she looked behind her and offered a cheeky grin and blew a kiss to the bartender, who then became utterly confused. She grinned to herself before returning her focus to X-7 who'd now lifted off the ground and just hovering, waiting for her. With a spring of her long and slender legs, she was besides him in the air, her crimson and black feathered wings keeping her aloft easily. Well in that case, we'd better hurry... She said with a wink before suddenly biting his cheek in a flirty, suggestive way.. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Hehe. I don't know.. Might be more fun to rp it... especially as I want to know what X-7 means by consequences ;) We could always set it up so it's after the dirty deed ;) ....... up to you :)</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Yea, better afterwards. Bit too "iffy" fer me! ^^</td></tr></table> X-7 suddenly tucked his arms in and in a burst of blue flame he was soaring upwards towards a towards a ritzy looking hotel. He nodded as he saw it, and landed gently on the clean cement in front of the main lobby entrance. He looked upwards, and after throwing a coin to the valet, who grinned, nodded and rushed inside, soon the manager was outside bowing respectably in front of the cyborg. <span style='color:yellow'>Yes Mr. Santos Sir. we have a room ready for you. Everything has been taken care of.</span> X-7 nodded, and looked to the sky, where the hunching manager turned his eyes...
