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Post by Frenzy on Mar 4, 2012 20:53:38 GMT -5
"It's a punishment duty," Cipher reminds Octavian as she picks up the fork and spears a bit of mutton. "Until she learns not go killing people whenever she feels like it."
So, until the end of time, really.
"I like her," she adds. Her lips quirk. "But I like most everyone."
Lies and calumny.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 4, 2012 21:03:58 GMT -5
"I have not forgotten this. Nor have I ever forgotten that she was not particularly good at her original job." If she was, she'd never become a psycho-maid.
Lighting crackles across the sky, lighting up the darkened room. Moments later thunder rumbles forth, just as the music hits a crescendo. Octavian closes his eye to enjoy the moment.
Which just gets better. When he opens his eye again he looks at his dark companion, an eyebrow raising inquisitively, while the faintest of smiles pushes up an outer edge of his mustache. He knows she is lying, but he is in a rare good mood. He decides to play along.
"Even tall, physically honed class-5 super villainy gentlemen?"
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Post by Frenzy on Mar 4, 2012 21:24:57 GMT -5
"She has no discipline," Cipher agrees. She takes another dolma, dips it in the hummus, and licks the hummus from the grape leaves before eating it.
"Oh, especially those." She smiles impishly and leans towards Octavian. "They make such good shields."
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 5, 2012 20:54:53 GMT -5
My, isn't this an interesting turn of events? Enjoyable, certainly. Even if both Octavian and Onslaught are rather surprised at how...Easy it is to slip into this behavior. It will trouble him later.
For now, though, he leans closer to her. His smile is still the same, but his arched eyebrow is raised slightly more. His fork and knife are put down. "Only if one is close enough to us."
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Post by Frenzy on Mar 10, 2012 21:59:15 GMT -5
"Close as a shadow, Lord Octavian?"
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 11, 2012 18:17:08 GMT -5
The small smile turns a touch wicked. Octavian leans forward in his seat, as close as he can get from where he is. A hand reaches forward, pulling out a bottle of scotch from a drawer in his desk along with another glass, letting it join the one he was drinking from before. "Closer." Once he filled both he grasps them, leaving the bottle on the table, while offering one to her, a glint in his eye. "As close as the sweat on my skin."
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Post by Frenzy on Mar 11, 2012 20:23:12 GMT -5
"Close enough to taste the drink on your tongue?"
Cipher takes the glass from him, skin brushing against skin. The scars on her hands reflect the dim light just the slightest bit differently than the rest of her skin as she raises the scotch to her lips.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 11, 2012 20:50:10 GMT -5
"Yes."
The touch of skin on skin sends a pleasant tingle through his powerful form. His fingers briefly brush over hers. Then, he leans back, reclining in his chair, watching her as he takes a slow, long sip from his scotch. When he moves the glass away he smack his lips, relishing the taste. His look turns more intense, eyes narrowing, while he ponders.
"So are you that close, Cipher?"
He raises his glass in a toast.
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Post by Frenzy on Mar 12, 2012 11:03:46 GMT -5
Cipher returns the toast, then drinks. Scotch burns its way down her throat. She's never learned to enjoy the taste of hard liquor, merely to drink as if she does. But Cipher smiles and takes another drink before setting the glass down.
"Only if the cup you drink from is worth the price, Lord Octavian." She reaches out to press her palm against his bared chest, if he'll allow it.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 12, 2012 18:18:31 GMT -5
Octavian looks down at the scarred hand, and for a moment, there is an odd look of conflict in his remaining eye. There were two natures clashing; one that felt comfortable with being human and welcomed this, and one that was far less so, as amusing as their flirting was.
Oddly, it is the former that wins out. His chest shifting to meet her touch half way, letting her fingers rest against skin that feels indestructible. He sips from his scotch again, and then smiles at her over the rim of the glass. "Yes." He considered teasing her with 'perhaps', but why should he? She is invaluable.
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Post by Frenzy on Mar 13, 2012 0:36:14 GMT -5
His heartbeat can hardly be felt through that indestructible skin. It might not even be his heartbeat she thinks she feels, but her own pulse. This is why some people hate meta-humans, she thinks. All of her skill and protections couldn't stop Octavian if he was truly determined to kill her.
Of course, a maniac with an auto would be just as difficult to stop if you let him choose the grounds and the weapons.
Lightning flashes outside, the rumble of thunder coming distantly. Cipher smiles. "I am interested to see where your current plotting leads."
She leans back, picks up one of the spoons, dips it in the sundae, and offers it to Octavian.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 13, 2012 20:10:21 GMT -5
The scarred touch is pleasant. Softer than he expected. He takes a deep breath, letting his chest rise and fall, coinciding almost perfectly with the thunder. At her words he smiles, pleased. "Then it is good that you have a front row seat."
Now who is Octavian to decline such a particular tasty treat, being offered on a silver spoon no less? He leans forward and tastes the stupidly expensive ice cream, and absolutely relishes the fantastic taste. "Mmm. My favorite."
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Post by Frenzy on Mar 17, 2012 17:13:00 GMT -5
Cipher dips the spoon in the sundae again. "Is it really so excellent? Or is it the conspicuous consumption present in every. little. bite?"
Her tongue flicks out to punctuate the last three words, licking away ice cream.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 18, 2012 19:40:35 GMT -5
"A little bit of both, perhaps." He chuckles, before allowing himself another delightful taste. Though he keeps his eye closely on her, smiling ever so softly at the way she chooses to accentuate her words.
"Though it is best enjoyed in pleasant company. Especially if they are of a lesser standing. In the past, my exquisite and expensive tastes impressed associates." He lets out a wistful, nostalgic sigh at those memories of a long by gone era, when he could still walk around freely without alerting every secret agency and making them collectively soil themselves. When class still mattered.
Inwardly, Onslaught wonders why he is so nostalgic over faux memories.
"Not that I am insinuating that you are one of those beneath me, of course. I would not dare to even think, let alone imply this. You may not be part of a noble bloodline that dates back centuries, but you are one of few people I know where this is not an issue."
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Post by Frenzy on Mar 20, 2012 16:55:02 GMT -5
"Everyone is part of a bloodline that dates back centuries. The difference is nobles write it down." Cipher casually stabs the spoon into the ice cream with the handle towards Octavian. His little affectation for the value of nobility both amuses and exasperates her.
On the other hand, it's one of the reasons he tolerates Rosalita.
"Will you go to bed after this, Lord Octavian?"
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