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</div>Alias: Asshole / Street Rat / Raven<br/>Power: Personal Gravity<br/>Age: 26<br/>Date/Time: July 19<span style="font-size: 80%;vertical-align:super">th​</span>/ Mid afternoon, Stelara Island Resort<br/>Mood Music: Stay - Abraham Alexander<br/><div style="width: 54px;

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</div></div><br/><br/>Tagging: Cloe<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.blackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fmembers%2F6169%2F&amp;hash=fdbffd2dd08ef934325db1412aa1082d" href="https://www.blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Purplefairydust</a><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--2"/><br/>And just like that the winds died down. The chaos ended and a moment later Kenji dropped the bubble.<br/><br/><b><i>"Owwwww" </i></b><i>She complained,</i>climbing out of the jacuzzi.<br/><br/>"Ow? All you can say is 'ow?'" Kenji floated out of the water, the wetness oozing back into the pool and leaving his clothing dry. When his feet touched the floor he followed her towards the bed, then scoffed unbelievingly when he realized she had passed out.<br/><br/>He swatted his hand to the side and all the water flew from her clothing and into the jacuzzi like mercury joining mercury. "Damn drunken Super," he muttered.<br/><br/>A knocking came, then the call, "Room service!"<br/><br/>Kenji flew as close to the door as he could, his feet mere centimeters off the floor. "Just leave it," he called out. "We're busy and naked." Glancing towards Cloe he figured it was half a truth and half was better than nothing. He heard someone on the other side chuckle and say something about 'horny newlyweds,' then walk away.<br/><br/>He looked at the wrecked room. It was in terrible shape and though he could put a lot of it back together, as soon as someone touched anything it would all fall apart. But he and Cloe weren't here when it happened could anyone really point the finger at the couple?<br/><br/>An hour later the room was mostly back together, if you discounted the broken glass and shredded bed. Kenji didn't know what to do with Crazy Boots. How much had she drunk anyway?<br/><br/>He wasn't going to get any closer to the rich bitches as a man on his own, so that alternative was shot. Sighing, he pulled off her other boot, then tossed it on the floor. The laces had been difficult to maneuver but he couldn't see her sleeping with one on and one off.<br/><br/>That would be<i>crazy</i>.<br/><br/>The fact she was a Super who had mentioned his father's name made him suspect their history. All those nights of playing tag, all the insults and wisecracks, they seemed like a ploy to him now. He suspected she had been trained to infiltrate his world and draw him to her so they could recruit him into some Super cult or cull him like the rest.<br/><br/>Which meant she was a traitor, and she had been mind-fucking him all along.<br/><br/>Even if she had been, she looked quite cozy on the bed, and if he was being honest his late-night routine was making him drowsy. He floated himself to the bed, then moved her over to drape across his chest. "That's better," he murmured. "Just sleep, little crazy princess. Daddy'll take care of you."<br/><br/>One way or another.