DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 10:59:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4VZ6Dvr.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Koriand'r<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Starfire<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:20pm, Monday, September 14th 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lobby of the Atlantic Hotel, Gotham Heights, Uptown (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Orin | Arthur Curry<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Koriand'r flirts relentlessly with the front desk clerk, trying to find Orin's room. But since Orin is checked in as Arthur Curry, a moniker she is not familiar with, their search yields no results. Kori is becoming desperate...<hr><hr><br>Things would have been <em>much</em> easier for Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran if Richard had managed to get the room number. Finding Arty's apartment had been easy; Paula and Artemis Lian Crock were two names she would not forget. But there was nobody named <em>Orin</em> in Gotham, at least not one who owned or rented a home, apartment or condo.&nbsp; As she leaned heavily over the front desk of the Atlantic Hotel, in the midst of a charming argument with the nervous young man manning the terminal between them, she could only imagine how easy this would have all been if she could have just flown up to his room and entered through a window... Though likely, all the windows were inaccessible, considering it was a very tall hotel building. But she might have punched through it, and paid for any repairs! She gave a flustered sigh, thinking it might be best to just fly around the entire building several times, until she found her handsome Atlantean friend, assuming she'd even be able to see him through the windows.<br><br>The Tamaranean girl put on another wide and charming smile; As she was bending so far over the desk, she was forced to stare up at him. He was a pimply 19 or 20 year old stuttering over his words as the beautiful, orange-hued girl wearing an exotic and revealing dress (http://i.imgur.com/DEl0Icy.png) continued to try to flirt information out of him. Kori was so open that she might have given him a shot, if not for his complete inability to speak with her. <em>Why are humans so shy around me? I will never understand these people!</em><br><br><strong>"M-m-ma'am, I'm v-very s-s-sorry, but there is no <em>Orin</em> in this building, first or l-last name. Are you s-sure th-that you have the right hotel?"</strong> Once again, Koriand'r shook her head, refusing him, laughing musically as she reached up and put the tips of her fingers at the top of the computer monitor kept turned away from her view. <strong>"No, cutie, I'm <em>sure</em> Orin is in here, somewhere, if you would just let me see, we could clear this all up so that I could see my <em>friend!</em>"</strong> She tried to retain her diplomatic demeanor, but became somewhat snappy near the end of her unorthodox and possibly illegal request. <br><br>The kid wiped a bead of sweat off of his forehead; Everything seemed ten degrees warmer with her leaning so close into him. If he had seen her fly into the neighborhood, he would have believed it as fact. <strong>"I, uhh, I c-can't, I told you, I'm so-sorry. We can't l-let you see the g-g-guest list. I'll, uhh..."</strong> He hesitated, reluctant to tell this stunning and flirtatious woman that she should leave. Koriand'r took advantage of his sudden silence, and vaulted herself up so that she could sit on the desk in front of him, lovely long legs brushing against his unkempt hotel uniform. <strong>"Stephen,"</strong> she plead with him, clearly looking at his nametag for the first time that evening. Her sandaled feet reached out and brushed against his waist; She enjoyed touching people, especially when it helped her get what she wanted. She hopped down off of the desk so that she was standing right beside him, and Koriand'r threw both arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind, putting her head on his shoulder so that she could read the computer monitor from his point of view.<br><br><strong>"Uhh... Uhh..."</strong> Stephen had no idea what to say or do. Boldly, he put his hand over hers, but otherwise he was terrified of her. She was so pretty from this close, she made supermodels and pornstars look like garbage. Unable to say or do much, he simply stood there, but it only took a few seconds of Kori scrolling through the guest list before she pushed away from Stephen. <strong>"That's very odd. There truly is no Orin listed here!"</strong> She sounded incredulous, surprised that he <em>hadn't</em> been lying to her the entire time. <br><br>The clerk's face was growing red, a different hue from her own skin color, but even darker. <strong>"I- Ma'am, I certainly already <em>t-told</em> you that there is no person named Orin staying at this h-hotel!"</strong> He was flustered, incredulous, and his illusions for just how honest her flirtation had been were beginning to wear off. Kori clearly wasn't paying attention to him, though, casting her eyes up and down the lobby, beginning to feel desperate. She worried that she wouldn't find her friend, and she had already built up her hopes for seeing him again!
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 22:13:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/AQM/showbiz-jason-momoa_zps4ydjfi6q.jpg?t=1449340848)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arthur Curry<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:21, Monday 14th September, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantic Hotel Lobby, Gotham Heights, Uptown.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Koriand'r<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin returns to his hotel after a day of apartment hunting to find Kory in the lobby looking decidedly disappointed. He approaches and rescues Stephen, then embraces Kory in a friendly hug.<br><hr><hr><br>As strong and hardy as he was, Orin had to admit that having to <em>walk</em> everywhere was a bit of a proverbial pain in the backside; he could teleport via water anywhere he wanted to go, and could summon a large enough volume of water to do so whenever he decided to (in theory), so why must he walk everywhere in the accursedly large and absurdly labyrinthine city that was Gotham? He would have even taken swimming over walking, since he could swim faster than he could run and because at least swimming was interesting! It was something to do, a good work out that you had to concentrate on that also - beneath the sea, at least - gave you complete freedom as to which direction you could go in. Left, right, up, down, diagonal...it was all the same underwater. But walking was just so <em>boring!</em> One foot in front of the other, over and over again, no real freedom in where you were going, stuck on the same basic axis, nothing but a slave to Gravity...ok, it wasn't <em>that</em> bad, but he certainly did miss getting to swim everywhere. But then, maybe that was just a side effect of being homesick; he missed Atlantis - Poseidonis in particular - so he missed anything that reminded him of it or anything that he could do at home that he couldn't do on the surface. Walking wasn't really that bad, it was just...different. It took more time, to be sure, but he couldn't go around teleporting anywhere he wanted. That would almost certainly draw attention and at the very least, he had to leave his room and return in sight of the staff at least once a day or they might start getting suspicious that he wasn't leaving. And honestly, answering those awkward questions was less ideal than just not teleporting everywhere and would in the long run take up more time than just taking the slow route there. <br><br>Besides, it wasn't like a lot of his errands were particularly urgent, and if he teleported everywhere he wouldn't learn anything about Gotham or its inhabitants. If he walked, at least he got to experience the city as it moved and breathed and <em>lived</em> rather than simply reading about it in the papers and the weekly reports that Garth insisted on giving him. And whilst they were detailed and necessary, he agreed...they were not exactly riveting reads; even after he had reconquered his homeland, he'd never really been sold on the merits of paperwork. A necessary evil, he knew, but one that he could live without more of. In any event, the more he walked the streets, the more chance of him overhearing a lead that could help him figure out exactly what the approaching calamity was supposed to be; you never knew what sort of idle gossip you could overhear and where it might take you...a rash of burglaries in a relatively posh area could just be a new jewel thief in town, or it could be the opening stages to some device being built or somesuch other harebrained scheme that was destined to go wrong. That disappearance that people were talking about? It could be some nutjob attempting to start a nuclear war by kidnapping somebody important's daughter; weirder things had happened in Gotham alone, after all, let alone the world. The smallest spark could set off the Calamity his oracles talked of, and it took leaving the hotel to figure out what it might be. And really, in that case, was entering and exiting through the main doors really such a hardship? At least it kept the staff from investigating him too closely for "strange behaviour." He wasn't quite going incognito, but he had created that pseudonym for a reason and he didn't want to be discovered at a vulnerable moment because he'd been careless, now did he? In Gotham, strange behaviour tended to get people talking.<br><br>Hence, of course, why he was currently heading up the stairs to the entrance of The Atlantic Hotel rather than simply teleporting straight up to his room; he'd decided that that day's rather mundane activities warranted him leaving by the "conventional" exit rather than his makeshift one, and given that most guests leave their hotel rooms at least once a day, it made sense to leave in the morning via the front door in order to avoid arousing suspicion, as he's previously explained. Of course, the side effect to that was that he then had to enter through the front door as well, or he'd have a tough time explaining to security how he managed to exit twice without entering in between them...at best, he'd get a closer eye put on him to make sure he wasn't exploiting some kind of hole in security and at worst he'd simply be kicked out. Of course, that last one wasn't much of an issue; he was hoping to move out of his hotel room relatively soon, since despite his best efforts, he wasn't making any real headway with the so-called Calamity that was approaching Gotham. None of the thugs knew anything about anything particularly big, none of the local crimelords had been making any noteworthy noises and there weren't any high-profile targets in the city that might call down a terrorist attack or an assassination of some kind besides maybe himself, but given his unique skill set...you would have to be extremely confident in your abilities to try and assassinate <em>him.</em> Therefore, staying in a hotel room was, in the long run, severely more expensive than simply renting an apartment for himself and he got more space and freedom with an apartment to boot. <br><br>The Atlantic Hotel - situated near water and with decent security in a relatively posh area of Gotham - cost about 70-80 USD a night, so over the course of a month that came to a staggering 2240 USD. The rent for an upper-class, one-room apartment in Gotham was about 700 USD a month, plus bills and food, which brought it to roughly 1000 a month. You do the maths. Atlantis was wealthy, but it didn't have the money to just keep throwing that amount of cash away on fancy hotels...so he'd elected to go apartment hunting. He'd had a few good candidates that he'd viewed that day, and thankfully the list of six or seven had just shrunk to three - one that he'd seen and liked, and two others that he had yet to view - so he was hoping that with any luck, he'd be out of the hotel room within a month. There were obviously contracts to sign and lawyers to consult and furniture to buy, but if he could get out by the end of October at the very latest, he could save Atlantis a lot of money and get himself a proper base of operations to boot. That sounded like a good deal to him. Of course, house hunting was a bit more exhausting than it looked on the surface; all the walking, the talking, the haggling the inspection of the houses, dealing with Gothams ruder members in the streets...of course, he'd also stepped in to stop a couple of hold-ups on the way, and whilst it was nothing strenuous - just desperate people with guns, something that was in constant supply in Gotham - it was still a little mentally draining. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to his waterborne power-nap before his patrol that night...he had a few leads he wanted to chase down, and thugs he wanted to question. Nothing promising, unfortunately, but he couldn't give up. If there was even a chance that he could head off this Calamity before it happened, he would take every chance he had to stop it before it began.<br><br>It was with that thought - and a bit of a longing for some shut-eye before he went on patrol that night; even superhumans needed sleep - that he walked through the doors of The Atlantic Hotel, intending to pretty much walk straight to the elevator and ride it up to his floor. He could easily take the stairs, but...well, he couldn't be bothered to walk up twelve flights of stairs. He could do it, of course, and probably do it <em>running,</em> but that took an inclination towards effort that he didn't possess at that point. Honestly, the lack of information on the so-called "Calamity" was kind of taking it out of him. He'd expected to be out of Atlantis for maybe a handful of months, but he'd currently been gone for the best part of a year, with still no leads as to where he should go, what he should look for or what he needed to prevent. It was just one giant search in a haystack for a needle that might not even have been in there in the first place, as the humans said, and Orin was starting to get just a little sick and tired of it. A fight, he could win. An argument, he could diffuse. But discovering the cause of a disaster before said disaster happened without knowing its nature? That was just a losing fight from the beginning. He would probably be ok in the morning, but at that moment, he wasn't exactly in the best of moods....it was a good thing, then, that as he walked through the entrance of the Hotel - adjusting his long-sleeved white shirt as he did so* - and almost instantly turned to venture down the corridor that led to the elevators, he heard an extremely familiar voice. It had been a good few years since he'd last heard it, but he'd remember that liltingly melodic, almost sing-song voice and that bright, cheerful voice anywhere...but he had to be sure. He stopped and turned on the spot, looking down the relatively cosy lobby towards the source of the sound.<br><br>Sure enough, there she was; tall, graceful and beautiful, dressed to kill, was one of his oldest friends on the surface still left alive after all those years; Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran. He blinked a little in surprise at seeing her in the lobby of his hotel, of course, but quickly overcame it; he hadn't really made much of a secret of his presence - and even if he had, he would have made news eventually anyway, what with his inability to let people in danger stay in danger if he could help it - and it was only natural that she would try and seek him out after so long apart....especially since he had promised to see her again soon (by proxy; he'd agreed to help against Darkseid, which implicitly meant that he'd be seeing them again sometime soon) and had never appeared. So why wouldn't she attempt to seek him out as soon as she was able? It made sense when he thought about it, but he still felt that feeling of surprise at seeing her settle in the back of his mind...alongside the sudden nervousness. Was she angry at him for not appearing to help the JLA against Darkseid? He had a good reason, of course, but she didn't know that...was she here to yell at him and demand answers? She certainly didn't <em>seem</em> angry and, from what he could remember, was never the best actress in the world...but people could change. Koriand'r, of all people, could attest to him being a perfect example of that. Back when they first met, he was youthfully aggressive, reckless and brash...and, well, look at him now. But still...he should act casual, and see what she wanted. If she was angry at him, he'd soon know about it, he knew that for a fact. Not even Superman had been immune to being yelled at when she was displeased about something he did or said. Imagine a flirtatious, sensuous culture that also happened to be a Warrior Society; alluring and open with affection...but extremely vocal if you pissed them off. An interesting combination, if nothing else, and Orin respected and admired her spirit. From one Warrior Monarch to another...she had fire, and that was always an excellent thing to be in possession of.<br><br>And one other thing: Koriand'r was <em>not</em> stupid, regardless of whatever impression her flighty and flirtatious personality might suggest, and had likely already clocked his presence. She was looking down the lobby in his direction, after all, and even if she hadn't immediately recognised him - he hadn't had the facial hair when they last saw each other, for one - she would connect the dots soon enough...and if she was annoyed with him, him turning around and walking off would only make things worse. And who knew? Koriand'r had never been known to hold a grudge before regardless of the circumstances, so perhaps that time was no different. She knew him and his culture, and she knew that his word and honour meant everything to him so perhaps she'd simply assumed he had a good reason and forgiven him? He had no idea...but there was only one way to find out. And besides...despite the chance that she was angry at him, his previous mental exhaustion and sense of hopelessness kind of just melted away when he saw her beautiful face, to be replaced with nothing but a kind of joy that he actually got to talk to one of his older friends. He remembered their time together fondly, including the nights she shared his bed with him and those times she actually managed to coax out some of his deeper-seated worries and even - on one occasion - fears, and the notion of resuming that relationship actually kind of cheered him up a bit. Hm? Oh no, he didn't <em>love</em> her in the human sense of the word; he didn't have strong enough feelings for her for him to abandon everything else and pursue her for his queen, and he didn't want her and only her in that monogamous way that humans seemed to put so much stock in. He simply considered her a very close friend, and one that he could be intimate with when he needed it....a King of Atlantis was known for having numerous friends-and-lovers before he eventually found his Queen, and sometimes even afterwards, so there was no pressure on him to commit to what the humans called a "one-and-done" relationship...and if he tried to tie Kory down like that, even if he <em>wanted</em> to, she wouldn't appreciate it, that much he knew for certain. <br><br>Taking a steadying breath in through his nose, he set off across the lobby towards her, a grin spreading across his face despite the small ball of nervousness that had curled up in his stomach. He'd either get a hug or a Starbolt...either way, it was something to work with, and if there was anybody he could trust to tell the reason for his absence during Darkseid, it was Kory...and he knew for a fact that she would understand if he explained it to her. Of course, he hoped that that wouldn't be the first topic of discussion after not seeing her for...what was it, then? Five years? My...how time flew by when you weren't looking. As he approached, he took in the scene quickly with his customary quick thinking and analysis; poor young Stephen - a kind, generous fellow, from what Orin could tell - was flustered and bright red and doing his best not to oggle the statuesque beauty beside him (and Orin was impressed by the results; even he found it difficult not to appreciate Kory's alluring form...it really hadn't changed all that much in five years, though he could swear that her curves had gotten...well...curvier, if that was even possible), and Kory was standing perhaps a little closer than was appropriate for a member of staff...so, either Kory had taken a liking to young Stephen, or she had been trying to get something out of him...and given his own residency in the hotel - which he doubted was a coincidence - it was likely his room number, hence the disappointed expression on her face. He'd signed in as Arthur Curry, not Orin...apparently it was good enough to throw off somebody, at the very least. He closed the distance quickly, coming up on the desk and - thankfully - to Stephen's rescue. <br><br>"Leave the poor lad alone, Kory, you'll give him a heart attack." he allowed himself a small chuckle. He looked at Stephen and gave him a wry wink, before nodding towards Kory. "It's ok, Stephen, she's a friend of mine." He may have been firm and no-nonsense on the battlefield, but...well, he wasn't fighting at that moment. The occasional joke wouldn't kill him unless it was extraordinarily bad.<br><strong>O-of course, Mr. C-Curry,"</strong> he stammered - obviously still thrown off by Kory's presence - but Orin cut him off politely-but-firmly. <br>"Stephen, I've told you; please call me Arthur. There's no need for such formalities." He smiled, though that was more for Kory's benefit than his...a subtle way of letting her know what his alias was without outright saying "I'm going by a fake name" to poor Stephen there, though with Kory there and dressed as provocatively as she was, it wouldn't surprise him if Stephen wasn't listening. To those unused to Kory's "charms," her figure and her gaze alone were almost hypnotising in their potency. Even he found himself tempted to "check her out" again, now that he was at close range. What? He hadn't seen or spoken to her in five years, and he had a <em>lot</em> of pleasant memories regarding her. It helped that some of them were the bright points in otherwise extremely bad days. <br><br>He turned his head back towards Kory, and decided that he really couldn't resist; he looked her up and down again, openly and brazenly appreciating her form. Call him crazy, but she seemed even more beautiful than she had been the last time he saw her...and that was saying something. Or maybe it was just his happy surprise at seeing her again that was talking? Either way, it certainly put the spring back in his step. A very, very pleasant revelation to end the day on, he reckoned. His smile spread a little as he shook his head. "Kory...you look as amazing as ever." With that, he couldn't resist it any more; he took the final couple of steps forwards and pulled her into a close hug. He didn't show affection openly very often, but after not seeing her for about five years - during which time he'd had plenty of moments where he'd secretly just wanted a comforting cuddle (and YOU try asking your Generals to find somebody willing to give their King a reassuring hug in the middle of a War Council. It didn't go down well, he assures you) - he was willing to make a few exceptions. His arms wrapped around her back and held her to him for a few moments, before he pulled back a little and smiled warmly down at her. "It's <em>excellent</em> to see you again; it has been far, far too long." His hands drifted to her forearms as he stepped back a little more. "Life has been treating you well, I trust...how have you been?" It <em>was</em> really good to see her again...though he sincerely hoped that she didn't greet him with a Starbolt. He knew from experience that those things <em>hurt!</em><br><br><hr><br>*I'm not certain how to describe his current attire and this post is long enough as it is, so just look at the picture provided. :P
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>09-12-2015, 06:29:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4VZ6Dvr.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Koriand'r<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Starfire<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:20pm, Monday, September 14th 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lobby of the Atlantic Hotel, Gotham Heights, Uptown (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Orin | Arthur Curry<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Koriand'r is surprised to see her friend, and is hit with a wave of emotions that had been bottled up for five years. For the sake of his happiness, she tells him that she has been well since they last met, though it is a well-told lie. She guides him away from the perturbed clerk, asking to go to his room so that they might speak in private.<hr><hr><br>Her chin still on the young man's shoulder, her smooth, hot cheek still intimately pressed against his own, she turned him in the direction of the oncoming footsteps. <em>Perhaps it is someone who knows Orin. This child can tell me nothing.</em> When the creator of those foot noises cleared into her field of vision, her green eyes lit up with surprise, and Stephen could feel heat begin to positively radiate from her solar-powered form. Thankfully for him, and the sweat accumulating beneath his heavy collar, Koriand'r pushed away from the clerk when she realized who she was seeing; He looked starkly different without his armor, but Koriand'r rarely forgot a face, especially one as handsome as Orin's. <em>He's wearing... Human clothes! How cute!</em> Though she also remembered him best wearing neither clothes nor armor. <br><br>Kori was still clutching the young man's shoulders as he exchanged with Orin. <em>Arthur.</em> Slowly, a sly grin came to her face, as she was able to read between the lines as he slickly explained to Koriand'r the alias he had been using. Kori had never been able to develop a human cover, and was relieved when Richard and the rest of their young heroes outfit had stopped trying to force her to use one. Kal-El might have passed as human, and seemingly Orin as well, but Koriand'r never would have, not unless they had designed some sort of cloaking technology for her... And the Tamaranean would have refused, regardless, proud of her body, of her Tamaranean heritage. It took them weeks just to convince the princess that she had to wear clothes <em>all of the time.</em><br><br>There was a moment of long stares between the two non-humans, each of them parsing different emotions for each other. In that frame of time, she was washed with relief previously unknown to her. It had been five years since they had last seen one another, five years since they had last kissed, made love. <em>Too long for any dear friend,</em> she thought mournfully, summoning painful memories now. He had never come to help the Justice League as he had hoped to do, as he had promised. But Koriand'r trusted Orin with her life, as honorable as any of the others she had fought beside; She knew that there must have been more than enough good reason he had not rallied to their side. She believed this in her everloving heart, and could not blame him for Kal-El or Bruce or Diana... Just the thought of those slain defenders of Earth made her heart wrack, and she doubly was grateful that he was alive. When she had tried to visit Atlantis more than a year ago, she had been repelled at the borders by wicked men who ironically called themselves Loyalists. She had nearly assumed him dead, but in the end, Koriand'r never gave up hope on her friends.<br><br>When he stepped forward, and extended his arms to his side, her green eyes were brimming with tears, and she threw herself into him, wrapping him up; She was three inches taller than her Atlantean sweetheart, and deceptively strong, and Orin would feel himself nearly come off of his feet as she hunched low, and nearly grabbed him into a bearhug. Instead, though, her head came to a rest on his shoulder, her body pressed into his own; It would be easy for Orin to tell by the peculiar heaves of her shoulders that she was near sobbing. When she had heard he was in Gotham, and more importantly alive, she had been ecstatic, and had showered affection upon her oldest and greatest friend, Richard, smothering him with kisses. She was beyond grateful he was alive, years of anxiety for his well-being washed away in one emotional moment. <br><br>By the time Orin pulled her back to arm's length to look her in the eye, Koriand'r had tried her best to compose herself, and was wearing a smile once more. <strong>"Yes, it has been too long. I've been well,"</strong> Koriand'r lied, reaching up to touch his face affectionately, soft fingers tracing a line from his ear down his jaw. Her hand shivered, as she tried not to remember those five awful years. She had been beyond distraught after Darkseid; Koriand'r had loved Kal-El from afar, the only man and friend who kept her at arm's length. The death of the rest of them had also been an amazing blow to her confidence, but it was the Kryptonian's death that had forced her away. For five long years, she lived abroad. Rio, Algiers, London, Moscow, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Tokyo... Distancing herself from former friends, lovers and allies, spiraling into a very un-Tamaranean depression. During her captivity at the hands of the Citadel, between rapings and cruel experiments, she had been drugged and given a dependency, and during her five-year hiatus, she had fueled several other addictions. This summer had been the first time she could breathe freely from influence, and she had begun to make plans to return home, wherever Richard Grayson went. She was proud to stand before Orin now, healthy and in a fine mood.<br><br><strong>"What of you, my love? How has your..."</strong> Sometimes, Koriand'r could lie well, others, she could not. She glanced back at Stephen, eyebrows furrowing. <strong>"Your aquarium? I hope it is well. Arthur."</strong> She grasped him by the arm, and hoped to pull him away from the clerk, who had been politely trying to ignore the sight of her lovely backside that clung so tightly to her small dress. <strong>"Shall we take this to your room?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>09-12-2015, 18:12:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/AQM/showbiz-jason-momoa_zps4ydjfi6q.jpg?t=1449340848)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arthur Curry<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:21, Monday 14th September, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantic Hotel Lobby, Gotham Heights, Uptown.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Koriand'r<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin reflects on the nature of his and Kori's relationship, and how he wishes that he could have at least spoken to her during the Schism, since she always seemed to know what to say to momentarily comfort him. He leaves this unsaid, however, and guides her to the elevators that lead to his floor, restating just how good it is to see her again.<br><hr><hr><br>It seemed that Orin's worries were unfounded; as soon as Kori saw him, he detected no hostility or anger or hatred in her wonderfully expressive eyes...only a great amount of relief and pleasure at seeing him safe and sound. He supposed that, after the JLA's deaths - which he'd only found out about a few months ago, and it had certainly hit him hard, though he didn't doubt that the impact on Kori was much more profound given that she was far closer to him than he was - you had two choices: The first was to hold grudges and blame anybody and everybody who could have helped but, for one reason or another didn't...or you could move on with life as best as you were able and just be happy that the remainder of your friends were alive and safe. Perhaps she harboured some small amount of ill will towards him due to his absence, but after five years of no contact, he imagined that - just like him - she was too caught up in relief that he was safe and sound; he knew that as soon as he had heard of the League's fall, he had instantly begun to worry about the specific members who weren't mentioned in the casualty list, but who had apparently just....disappeared. He had looked for mention of M'gann first, of course, instantly caught up with whether or not his niece had survived the conflict - and when he found out that she was alive, he had instantly sought her out to make contact and explain his absence - and immediately afterwards had thought to attempt to contact Kori and ensure that she was safe. Whilst she wasn't as close to him as M'gann, she was a very close second and one of the few people left alive besides Garth and M'gann that he actually trusted implicitly. He hadn't been able to track her down, obviously, but he'd heard enough mentions from abroad of an orange-skinned, flame-haired "Goddess" that he'd safely assumed her to be alive and well. Well...as well as could be expected, given her crippling loss of most of her friends and what she considered her family. Orin had experienced mass loss as well, of course - his mother had been killed on the night of the Loyalist's coup - but nothing that could compare to losing <em>all</em> of her friends and family at the same time. <br><br>And it seemed for a moment like that pain was getting the better of her; she literally threw herself into his arms when he went to hug her, almost lifting him off the floor with her surprisingly immense strength as she buried her face into his shoulder and, for the briefest of moments, clung to him as if he were a lifeboat during a storm at sea...before he pulled away, he made sure to hold her tightly, his hands moving to rub against her back gently in what he hoped was a comforting manner; not only was she clinging to him like she was in the middle of a storm, but she seemed to be heaving as if she were shivering from the cold of the water at the same time, and it took him a moment to realise that she was fighting back <em>tears</em> of all things; obviously, the past five years had not been easy for her, though whether she was crying from relief that he was ok, or something...more...was difficult to tell. Whilst he could have figured out the answer - being of the Royal Line, Orin's Atlantean telepathic ability was rivalled only by the most powerful of Atlantean Mages (though it still couldn't hold a candle to the likes of M'gann) - he opted not to; he was not about to abuse his powers to pry in on one of his dearest and oldest friends mental anguish. He would do it the old fashioned way; if she wished to speak of it, she would speak of it. He would ask, of course, when they were in private...but he would not force it out of her dishonestly. Whatever it was was obviously troubling for her, and invading her privacy to learn what it was against her will would not be an acceptable way to greet her after half a decade apart. Still...despite what she proclaimed as they pulled apart, she was obviously <em>not</em> fine. Between the desperation of the hug and the held-back tears, there was more going on inside that beautiful head of hers than she was letting on, and Orin was not about to let her leave tonight without at least asking if she wished to discuss it. <br><br>He knew, of course, that she loved the members of the JLA very much and the thought that she had just been "fine" after their deaths was utterly preposterous. <em>He</em> had had to sit down after hearing of their fall, and he had only spent a fraction of the time that Kori had with them. They had much to catch up on, and not much of it good, unfortunately...but maybe that was in and of itself a good thing; now, at least, they each had an extra somebody that they could talk to candidly if they needed to. Sometimes just having the option was enough. He caught her hand before it fell away from his face, allowing a small shiver of delight - how he had missed those tender caresses; Kori always did have the most gentle and genuinely affectionate of touches, he had found, and even if they were not <em>in</em> love, they certainly had a connection that ran deeper than just casual acquaintances. They were very close friends, despite their long period of no-contact, and it was in that way that Orin loved her; not as a partner, but as a trusted friend and confidante - at her touch. He was caressed in such a way far too rarely, and it was nice to be able to drop the "King" around somebody long enough to be able to show some genuine affection. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he looked her in the eye, allowing a small tinge of concern to enter his eyes; she may be ok now, but he doubted she was ok for all of the five years. Still, he let the matter lie; they would have plenty of time to talk in private. So instead, he simply gave her hand a gentle stroke with his own before letting it drop between them. They couldn't talk with any degree of openness or candour right there in the lobby, with Stephen sitting so damn close; they needed to get back to his room before the <em>real</em> catching up began. They needed privacy for what needed to be said.<br><br>Despite his worry for her still lingering in his eyes, he had to let out a low, rumbling laugh at her hasty recovery; she had almost let slip just how important and wealthy he actually was, he would wager, and even to his ears her attempted salvage sounded forced and more like a question than anything else. He doubted that many Atlanteans would appreciate having their home compared to an Aquarium, but he found it more funny than anything else. Or at least, he found her expression of confused uncertainty amusing, along with her almost-desperation to get away from the lad she'd been all cosy with up until a couple of minutes ago. He reached up to where her hand was wrapped around his upper arm and gently pulled it through and around, so her arm was now interlocked with his, his hand idly covering hers as he turned and allowed her to pull him towards the corridor that led to the hotel proper. It was a good thing that she phrased the question in such an endearingly awkward way, or it might have accidentally ended up upsetting him; how could he explain that not two years after it finished fighting one war, Poseidonis had almost been destroyed by a second one? The thought almost made his expression darken, but he remembered himself; he had just reunited with Kori after five years apart, and even a stint believing that she could be <em>dead.</em> The War had been won, and for the moment, Atlantis was safe. For the moment, at least, he was not allowed to act dark and depressed. "My 'Aquarium,' as you put it, has...seen better days." Despite himself, a brief grimace flashed across his features before he managed to smooth his expression back into place. Positivity. That was the key. "However, there appear to be plenty of such times lying in the foreseeable future, which is - for the moment - enough." If he could avert whatever the disaster his Oracles spoke of, that was...but again! Positivity! He could share all of that with Kori after they had caught up and made their proper greetings. This was a happy day that he was reluctant to spoil with ill tidings and dark thoughts. There would be plenty of time for that later...for the moment, he would simply enjoy Kori's company.<br><br>"But you are correct...we can talk at more length in the privacy of my current abode." Turning his head as they began to walk off, he smiled towards Stephen who - to Orin's amusement - immediately tore his gaze away from Kori's sashaying hips. He couldn't blame the young lad for looking, certainly - he himself had to exercise a certain amount of control in order not to look; she was definitely an alluring woman who seemed to love to draw peoples eyes - but at least he had the good grace to blush. "Thank you for looking after her, Stephen; I'll be sure that the manager hears what a good job you did!" Stephen visibly paled at that, for some reason. What was it about Kori that had people acting so strangely? He knew for a fact that he wouldn't have said that ordinarily...perhaps it was her mischievious nature rubbing off on him a little. No matter; he guided her down the hall a little way to the elevator banks - the far faster way of travelling up to his room, and the way that facilitated easier conversation - and escorted her into the only one currently on the ground floor. Reaching forwards, he pressed the button for the sixth floor - out of ten - then stepped back, his hand still resting lightly on the statuesque Tamaranian beside him. It wasn't often that he felt dwarfed by somebody, but Kori was easily a good three or four inches taller than him...it had been somewhat jarring to have to get used to that upon their first meeting, but he had adapted rather quickly. He turned his head to look at her, allowing his features to form into a genuinely pleased smile. <br>"I'm surprised that you managed to track me down; considering who I am, I had assumed that I had managed to keep a low profile. Not that it's an unwelcome surprise, of course...had I known you were searching for me, I would have made it significantly easier for you. I myself would have attempted contact much, much sooner, but..." He shouldn't mention the war. At least, not yet. "...there were...urgent matters that demanded my full attention." It would have to do. <br><br>"But it really, really is extraordinarily good to see you, Kori. Admittedly, I've missed your company rather a lot, these past few years. It's good to finally get to speak to you again." By Poseidon, that's the understatement of the century; if he ever needed a hand to comfort and calm him in his darker moments, it was during the Schism. Of course, he didn't wish her presence there at all; that war was no place for Kori...hades, he would say now that it wasn't a place fitting for anybody if they wanted to retain their sanity and adequate levels of sleep in the future, but especially not for Kori. He was glad she left when she did, just as much as he was glad that M'gann accompanied her back to the surface. Things happened during the Schism that he wished with all his heart that he could unsee forever, and he was happy that M'gann and Kori, at least, were spared the ordeal. That being said...the number of nights that passed where he wished for Kori's calming presence beside him and her gentle, reassuring voice in his ear...they were beyond count. She'd always had a way with him that managed to at least temporarily soothe his doubts and his fears, and even if he had only been able to talk to her via communicator or Scrying...that would have helped a lot, just to be able to talk to somebody not involved in the war who understood a little of how he felt. She'd heard more from him during the Liberation about his doubts and uncertainties than even Garth had, and she often offered a very different perspective to M'gann on the occasion that he opted to burden M'gann with his worries (which, admittedly, wasn't often; it was silly, perhaps, but he didn't want to add any extra burdens to her than were necessary), so she would have been able to understand his feelings during the Schism, he was sure. Most importantly, she wouldn't have judged him for the decisions he had to make. He had to be careful not to just unload everything on her, with that in mind; she had her own problems, and he didn't feel it fair to compound them with his own years-old angst. That might come at a later date, but at that moment...he just wanted to enjoy the moment of happy reunion. He could allow himself a moment of unburdened relief and joy just that once, he figured. He'd earned that much, surely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 04:34:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4VZ6Dvr.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Koriand'r<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Starfire<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:23 pm, Monday, September 14th 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lobby of the Atlantic Hotel, Gotham Heights, Uptown (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Orin | Arthur Curry<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Koriand'r follows Orin into the elevator, where she assures him that he's kept a good cover, as she was only able to find him with some very good help. Filled with curiosity as to his presence in the city, she politely asks him what brought him to Gotham, as he leads her to the door of his room. She silently reflects on the turbulent events that had just occurred between her and an unknown Tamaranean, building herself up with anxiety, and imagining how she might relieve her anxiety with him.<hr><hr><br>Before they departed arm-in-arm to the elevator, she gave the clerk one last glance, her head turning back over her shoulder to flash him a wide, appreciative smile. She knew how frustrated human men could be around her, especially when she was trying to get something that she wanted from them. Kori hoped he didn't have hard feelings... But her thoughts would not be with him long enough to worry about him. Orin lead her to an elevator and pressed a button on the panel, and the doors closed, and the servant boy was out of sight and out of mind.<br><br>Finally alone with her friend and infrequent lover, Kori turned to face him, pull his arm away from hers and instead clutching his hand in both of her own, giving his palm an affectionate squeeze. If Orin was looking for a hint of her past traumas, or how she might have felt about his inaction more than five years ago now, her expression yielded nothing but happiness, as she stared slightly down at him, and listened to him speak for a moment. <strong>"Oh, you had kept a low profile!"</strong> She assured him, nodding her head agreeably; After settling in with Richard the previous Monday, she had enlisted his help finding some of their other allies that she had wanted to see. Michael Carter, or Booster Gold, had been the first. She had landed at his penthouse Friday morning and had spent most of the next 24 hours with him, in one way or another. He was easy to find as he practically advertised his presence and location, knowing that he was well protected. Artemis had been next; Her location was in public records, though it wasn't as obvious as Michael's penthouse. Orin had been the toughest to crack, considering his new alias, and how tough it was to acquire hotel guest lists. There were still some others she had meant to speak with... M'gann M'orzz and Jason Todd, among others. Koriand'r wished she could pick things up as they had been five years ago, and forget her regrettable decision to leave. <strong>"If not for Dick, I'd still be looking for you."</strong><br><br>She was also glad to hear that his home was safe, even if, through his coded phrases, the situation did not sound ideal. It made her wonder why he was in Gotham, if it had some purpose in relation to that situation. Worries flickered through her brain, wondering if he was exiled, or if he had left of his own volition; If he was here seeking help, or if he just needed to distance himself from something. The elevator dinged, and Koriand'r began to lead him out, though she remembered that she did not know his room number, and allowed him to finally lead the way. <strong>"What brings you to Gotham, my love?"</strong> She asked cheerfully, leaning heavily into his side, wrapping an arm around his back. Physical touches and affections dealt were things Kori never considered twice, it just felt right to touch and feel another during casual conversation and more, especially if they were friends of seven years like Orin. <br><br>The princess had so many questions for him, and wanted to keep him talking. If he was preoccupied with filling her in about his own life, perhaps he would forget to do the same to her. Koriand'r had little desire to reflect on the last 48 hours, let alone the last five years. Too much pain, regret. When she had seen that black contrail following another bronze-skinned Tamaranean the previous morning, Koriand'r had almost killed her, thinking it had been Komand'r and the Citadel invading Earth. Though it was quickly made obvious to her that the woman she had assaulted was <em>not</em> her sister, Koriand'r's worries were hardly assuaged. Just thinking about the situation discomforted her, and she was hoping that her Atlantean friend could offer her a deal of relief.<br><br>They arrived at his door, and she separated from him, allowing him to fuss with the key-card. She cast her green eyes up and down the vacant hallway, remembering the last time they had been alone, together. How... Wonderful he had made her feel. They had laid in his bed most of the night and early morning, kissing and love-making, and if she had known it would be the last time for a half-decade, she would have stayed the next day, too. And if she had known that the Justice League would be dead within months, despite her best efforts, she might have stayed an indefinite amount of time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 17:33:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/AQM/showbiz-jason-momoa_zps4ydjfi6q.jpg?t=1449340848)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arthur Curry<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:21, Monday 14th September, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantic Hotel Lobby, Gotham Heights, Uptown.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Koriand'r<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin delays answering Kori until they're inside his hotel room, where he admits outright that he's in Gotham to attempt to head off some kind of disaster. After revealing his frustrations with his mission, he attempts to quickly change the subject.<br><hr><hr><br>It seemed silly, but Orin had forgotten just how much Kori tended to hand out affectionate touches and caresses during casual conversation; even just standing next to each other in the elevator and - a moment later - walking down the hall, it was like she couldn't stop herself from running her hands into his, or spreading her fingers along his back or from leaning her head against his shoulder...granted, it had been five years since they'd seen each other last and a lot of horrible things had happened since then to them both, but the degree to which her contact with him didn't seem to stop or have any intention of stopping was still surprising. He wasn't complaining - why would he? - but it was still somewhat bemusing to him for her to be so hands-on, when most ordinary humans would have a little bit more restraint than the Tamaranean Princess...but then, that was the nub of the matter, wasn't it? She wasn't human and she hadn't been raised on Earth, and Tamaran was a much more sensual, openly affectionate society, from what he could glean from what little Kori had told him about it. She was always just a little cagey about her home planet - which was understandable; Orin was the same way in regards to Atlantis at times - but he had heard enough to know that their society was far less prudish than human culture. Of course, that could just be his inexperience talking; over the past five years, he had had very, very little romantic or intimate contact with anybody, as caught up with the war as he had been, so it was just entirely possible that that affection was normal for people who hadn't seen each other for a decent length of time. Honestly, he should have been surprised that Kori hadn't just outright glued herself to his face, considering the nature of their last interaction, but that was a presumptuous thought; she was acting pleased to see him and affectionate...but he doubted that the thought of him being responsible for the JLA's deaths never crossed her mind. He'd promised to help, after all, and from her perspective he'd broken his word. The thought saddened him briefly but he forced that surge of guilt down, hard. It wasn't his fault. He can't afford to feel guilt over something he had no control over...there's plenty of other things that were his fault that he could feel guilt over, but the fall of the JLA wasn't one of them. And if he told himself that often enough, maybe he'd start to believe it one day.<br><br>Of course, he wasn't surprised that Kori had visited 'Dick' first; even back when they had been sleeping together, it had been obvious to anybody that Richard and Kori had shared some kind of mutual attraction, and given that he had been at the JLA's side during Darkseid's second invasion and Orin hadn't? Richard deserved first visitation before anybody else. Besides, Orin had deliberately been keeping a low profile until rather recently, so it was equally possible that Richard had just been the easiest person to find, and that Kori hadn't found out until recently that Orin was even in town...so why would she seek him out first? The simple fact of the matter, though, was that he was apparently the third person she had sought out, which at least placed him above most other people. Not a competition, true, and he wasn't so petty as to get jealous over something so pathetic, but it still gave him a certain amount of pride that he'd been so high up on the list despite their long lapse in communication and his absence against Darkseid. And no, he still didn't believe that she didn't harbour any ill feelings towards him for that; she let things go easily, yes, but most of her friends and family dying? That wasn't any old grudge. Anyway...it made sense that she had found him through Richard - the man certainly took after Bruce when it came to detective skills, after all - but it was good to know that it took the skills of a dedicated detective-vigilante trained by Bruce Wayne himself to track Orin down, and even <em>he</em> hadn't been able to find Orin's alias. Of course, Kori now knew and would likely tell Richard for future reference, but the fact that even Nightwing couldn't track him down with 100% accuracy was heartening, to say the least. That was one reason to find an apartment, of course; with an apartment and a good alias, it was even more difficult to find somebody who was hiding than a hotel room, since most of Gotham's records on apartment ownership were paper and couldn't be hacked into. But that was neither here nor there. <br><br>The elevator opened and they quickly made their way down the hallway towards Orin's room, passing identical door after identical door along the way...the other thing about getting a new place to stay? He could personalise things. Everything being so bland and identical was...kind of depressing, in a way. It was like a military barracks, and he would rather go longer than maybe twelve hours without being reminded of soldiers and warfare. Pathetic? Perhaps. But he still hadn't quite gotten over just how violent the last ten years of his life had been. He was only thirty - less than a third of the average Atlantean lifespan - and he was <em>already</em> exhausted by it all. It was kind of sad, when you thought about it. He drew comfort from Kori's presence, however, just like the old days and smiled to himself softly as he felt her head leaning against his shoulder, his own arm slipping around her waist as they wandered down the corridor. It was like the old days, just for a moment, when he would come back to camp from a hard day in the field, and she would come bounding up to him - regardless of who was watching - and throw her arms around his shoulders in a monstrous hug that would have shattered any humans ribs with very little effort. It always made him feel better about whatever he had ended up seeing or doing in the field, like it was all over and that he was safe and comfortable in an affectionate partners arms...and it was that kind of comfort that radiated off of her then, accentuated with the fact that it was a sensation he hadn't felt for a good half a decade. Alas, the contact had to come to an end as they reached his door and he was forced to withdraw his arm as he fished in his pocket for the keycard to his room. He glanced at her, gesturing to his door whilst mouthing "I'll talk inside" - obviously his mission in Gotham couldn't be discussed in a corridor full of thin walls and flimsy doors, just in case they were overheard by the wrong person - and, after a moments faff, managed to swipe the thin plastic card through the lock and open the door.<br><br>The room was a very standard hotel room, with a television and bed in one singular room, a variety of cupboards and storage dotted around and a door that led to a decent sized bathroom. He gestured for her to enter first, then followed her in, closing the door behind him. He wandered into the centre of the room, then turned to face her, reaching up to run his hand through his hair slowly. "What am I doing in Gotham?" he repeated, allowing himself a dry chuckle. That was a big question; he hadn't told anybody except M'gann about his mission, and recently it was starting to annoy and frustrate him how little progress he seemed to be making. M'gann wasn't the person to vent on at that moment in time, so he largely had to deal with it himself...he wasn't about to lie to Kori, of course - he knew he could trust her with his life, if needs be - and besides, what could she possibly do with the little information he had? There was nothing to act on, so how could she screw his mission up, even if she wanted to? Of course, he didn't want to bring the mood down at all - it was a happy time; he had finally reunited with Kori after five years, and he was not about to start moaning about the possible end of the world - so he would have to be succinct...the problem was...how to start? "The honest answer is that I have no idea." He shook his head bitterly. "I'm supposed to help stop some kind of Doom approaching the city, but I have no idea what that Doom might be and how I am meant to prevent it." He sighed heavily, shaking his head again. "The Atlantean Oracles all agree that some kind of disaster is approaching and that if I'm not here to help stop it, Atlantis will be destroyed." He sat down on the bed, suddenly looking rather more weary than he had downstairs or in the corridor. He gestured for Kori to join him, if she so desired. <br><br>"I <em>want</em> to be back in Poseidonis, overseeing reconstruction and helping my people recover-" Whoops. The only war she knew of ended six years previously, and no reconstruction should take that long, especially with Atlantis's technological and magical acumen; hopefully she didn't notice and he could just power on as if nothing odd was said. With any luck, she either wouldn't notice it, or wouldn't think anything of it. "- but apparently Atlantis is best served by me being <em>here,</em> in Gotham. The problem is, I don't have the faintest idea of what I'm supposed to be stopping and after eight months spent investigating, I'm no closer than the day I arrived." He sighed quietly, then offered her a wry - if weary - grin. "So...if you hear of any impending Apocalypses, please let me know. It would be a big help." Of course, he didn't want to dwell too much on it; this was supposed to be a happy time, and though he'd never lie to Kori, there were certain topics he wanted to avoid discussing too much. It felt undeniably good to get it off of his chest and actually air it to somebody and he was sorely tempted to continue venting to her - how easy it was to fall into old habits, eh? - buts he had her own issues, and he didn't want to sour their first meeting with talk of darkness and possible doomsday's on the horizon. She needed to know about any approaching disasters of course, and she always seemed to know when he was lying...but he still didn't want to dwell on such a depressing and uncontrollable topic of conversation. Therefore, he powered on without giving her a chance to react to his mini-revelation. "So how about you, my dear? I understand that you spent a time away from Gotham..." He understood that, at least - she was in pain and needed to get away - so he wasn't about to pry into <em>that</em> aspect of her life, "...so what prompted you to return? I assume you only got back recently, since I haven't heard from you before now. Is that a fair assumption to make?" He tilted his head. Hopefully this topic would be a little more cheerful. He really wanted to avoid their first meeting being dragged down in tone by dark, heavy talk. It might end up being inevitable, but he wasn't about to encourage it, if you know what he meant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>17-12-2015, 07:16:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4VZ6Dvr.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Koriand'r<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Starfire<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:23 pm, Monday, September 14th 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lobby of the Atlantic Hotel, Gotham Heights, Uptown (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Orin | Arthur Curry<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Kori enters Orin's room, and curiously inspects the place, silently disapproving of it. She listens to his vague story of impending doom, and tries to ease his tensions by climbing on the bed behind him and giving him an intimate shoulder massage. She tells him half truths about her reasons for returning, before she begins to ask him more about Atlantis, while she suggestively grasps the top of his belt.<hr><hr><br>Her friend seemed reluctant to share his thoughts and plans in the open, which told her that it was important, but not much else. She was soon following him inside of his home, doubly curious now that she knew it was likely no trivial matter. Her curiosity was suspended for a brief second as she took a second to appraise his current living quarters... She found them bland, boring, but trying not to be too impolite, she slightly shrugged her shoulders, trying to pass as nonchalant. <em>I should show him my penthouse. Richard liked it.</em> The boy who called himself Nightwing was often her measuring stick that she could use to gauge others, and she imagined that Orin might also enjoy her home, and perhaps, her bed.<br><br>In the meantime, he sat down on his own bed, and with a sigh, began to explain what brought him to this city. In between sentences, the King of Atlantis gave a brief pat on the bed beside him, but as she nodded in agreement, she instead ventured towards the window, curious about the sight he was afforded over the splitting River Liberty. Still, she listened, green eyes glancing back at him, eyebrows raised quizzically as he tried in vain to explain his vague purpose. <strong>"Oh. Hmm. Interesting!"</strong> She interjected every once in a while, perhaps accidentally sounding disinterested or bored in the conversation, but Kori was just trying to hard darker feelings of doom that seemed to coincide with his thoughts. She decided that she would tell Orin of this other Tamaranean soon... But soon could be anytime that evening.<br><br>Slowly, she returned to the bed, hips swaying heavily with each step, the movement so natural she did not even intend to appear so seductive, as she climbed onto the bed beside him. Instead of sitting off the edge, as he did, she climbed up behind him, sitting tall on her knees, and she rested her hands on his shoulders. Koriand'r was often reminded by her suitors that she gave <em>excellent</em> massages; Her fingers and hands were strong but soft, and her palms radiated a heat much higher than the core temperature of the average human. That heat helped to relax muscles and ease knots beneath the skin. She wanted to soothe him, but first, she had to remove his shirt.<br><br>An arm snaked over his shoulder and began to nimbly undo the buttons over his chest, leaning heavily into his back, her breasts crushed against him. Again, sometimes she did not realize the effect she had on others, but this time even more so, as she had been somewhat trained to please him based on their past experiences together. She had a natural urging to calm him, pleasure him... Finally, his shirt was undone well enough that she could slip it down his arms, giving her access to his broad shoulders so that she could begin to work her innate talents on him.<br><br><strong>"I hope you find what you're looking for, even if it's 'doom', as you say it... It would be better to face disaster with your eyes wide open, rather than to have it sneak up behind you."</strong> <em>The sooner the better</em>, she imagined, full of questions about the fate of Poseidonis that he had intimated towards, but before she could ask, he pushed the questions back to her, and she wondered for a moment how she could even lie to one of her oldest friends. The princess was silent for a long time, focusing intensely on a bundle of nerves and muscles between his shoulder blades, sensing his extreme tension.<br><br>Finally, she sighed. <strong>"I returned just last week, Monday morning. I missed the others. Richard, Artemis, M'gann. Imagine my fortune to know that you were in town as well."</strong> She leaned closer to him, and Orin could feel her warm breath on the back of his neck preceding the wet kiss she placed on his shoulder. <strong>"And I know of no impending apocalypses, though..."</strong> She stopped herself from continuing, not only oblivious to what she should say, but not sure how he might react. It might have been nothing; The dark-fired Tamaranean could have nothing to do with the oracles of Atlantis. <br><br>Instead of speaking, Kori continued to kiss his neck and his shoulder, her hands going from his back to around his sides, grasping his tight, naked pecs. <strong>"How is your kingdom? I tried to visit, once..."</strong> She murmured, now rubbing her cheek against the top of his back, hugging firm tight body against his own, quite comfortable with him in her embrace. <strong>"There were guards, they did not recognize me... Or perhaps they did, and still wished me away. I could have defeated them, but there was an obstacle..."</strong> She had been worried afterwords, that worry growing an inch every day since that ordeal, and the relief was still steaming out from her pores, inspiring her to express her gratitude as she continued to snuggle him, a hand leaving his chest to gently dip down his abdomen, until she could feel the buckle of his pants...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>18-12-2015, 13:21:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/AQM/showbiz-jason-momoa_zps4ydjfi6q.jpg?t=1449340848)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arthur Curry<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:24, Monday 14th September, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantic Hotel Lobby, Gotham Heights, Uptown.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Koriand'r<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin initially enjoys Kori's massage, but as soon as she mentions being met with resistance upon attempting to visit Atlantis, the conversation takes a dark turn...<br><hr><hr><br>Orin wasn't oblivious to Kori's silent judgement of the room he was staying in; he knew full well that she was used to "finer things," as - to tell the truth - was he, and he hadn't imagined that Kori would appreciate the smaller scale of his current home, or the basic nature of the furnishings. Even when she had been staying with him those two nights back in his Palace when she and the JLA came to request his aid against Darkseid, she had taken issue with just how bare his room had been in terms of flashy decoration; there were royal-level garnishing's and fabrics and furniture, of course, but being the King of a Warrior Society didn't leave much room for opulent frills; besides the furniture and the occasional landscape or portrait, there really hadn't been that much decoration. And if she was going to comment on that in a Royal Chamber, he knew full well that a hotel room wasn't about to impress her. Honestly, it was too bare-bones for him, too, and he didn't quite have the space he needed to spread out and make himself comfortable. He didn't have many possessions with him, but he would have preferred some more space regardless, which was why he was looking for an apartment that he could either rent or buy outright. If nothing else, it would wind up being cheaper in the long run. So no...no, he could pick up on the silent disapproval radiating from her, he just didn't overly care. He didn't exactly like the room either, and if nothing else, Kori likely viewed it as "beneath" him, which in and of itself was a compliment, in a way. Other people may have taken offence at her monosyllabic words of acknowledgement - viewing it as her not listening, or her being dismissive - but he knew better. Even when they had been "Together" during the Reclamation War, she had followed the same basic pattern of speech...it was just her way of showing that she was listening without interrupting, as far as he could tell; he knew her far too well to think that she wasn't listening to him. And even if she wasn't...it felt good to get it off his chest, at least.<br><br>He felt the bed depress behind him and turned his head a little, curious as to what Kori was doing. He had gestured to the bed beside him, so why was she...ah. His train of thought, distracted as it had been by thoughts of Impending Doom, only just caught up with Kori's actions as she rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned against his back, her delightful body pressing and squeezing down on his muscular form. He smiled a little as he felt her breath on his neck, moving his hands to help her as she reached for his upper buttons...he knew what she was doing, of course; during the Reclamation War, whenever he returned from a particularly difficult day in the field or a stressful briefing with his generals and the rest of the JLA, she would always make it a point to start off their liaisons with a firm, gentle massage in order to loosen him up a little. Honestly, with the amount of stress that he was under, without Kori's shoulder rubs he might have ended up with a permanent knot in the muscles of his back....Atlantean society was far more advanced than that of humans, but one thing they got right was the relaxing nature of a massage; he had deliberately introduced them to Poseidonis after getting a few from Kori - he'd actually mandated that every man and woman who worked over a certain amount of hours per week got a complimentary government-funded massage every week, if they so desired it, and as a result the general stress levels of the populace actually decreased - and he was happy to get one now. He'd gotten massages since their parting, of course, but thanks to her higher-than-average body temperature and her amazingly tender strength, she was by far the best he'd ever had...of course, he could just be being biased there, but he didn't much care. It had been too long since he'd felt her strong, certain fingers playing across his shoulders and back, and after their time apart, he didn't doubt that he had a <em>lot</em> of excess stress to work out of his back.<br><br>He slipped his shirt down his back - slowly working on the rest of his buttons before peeling his shirt off entirely and leaving it to pool beside him on the bed; he wouldn't be needing it any more, and he felt more comfortable with his shirt either entirely on or entirely off...half-and-half just felt too restrictive for him, and it was nothing Kori hadn't seen, touched or tasted before - and allowed his eyes to slip closed as he felt her hands gently begin to press against the muscles in his shoulders. He hummed softly with pleasure in the back of his throat, tilting his head forwards as he did his best to stay still and let her work...forgetting the fact that it was Kori - a woman he hadn't seen in five years, who he had nothing but fond memories of - her soft, delicate fingers were exquisitely tender, knowing his body like nobody else could, knowing exactly where to press and tease to get his muscles to loosen up and where to gently caress in order to send small tingles of happy pleasure spreading out across his torso as she gently coaxed his muscles into a more relaxed posture, encouraging the stress to just...fall away. It would be back, of course, it always came back...but for the time being, he was gradually feeling more and more relaxed than he had felt in a good five years. That particular bundle that she had found and begun work on had been there for about three years at that point, and had only grown bigger since it first got there. If she could...ah...loosen that up, he might just turn around and kiss her breathless right there and then. Well...maybe afterwards; he wanted to enjoy the massage first. No sense in rushing it...they weren't in a hurry, so they could just sit together and enjoy every moment to its fullest. It had been five years...he wasn't about to rush through to the end. <br><br>He agreed with her assessment of the best case scenario; that was, the sooner he found out what it was, the sooner he could deal with it instead of constantly waiting for "the other shoe to drop," as the humans liked to say. All that waiting and searching was starting to drive him mad, to the point where he was <em>that</em> close to sending Garth back to Atlantis to see if he couldn't pressure the Oracles into telling him more. They couldn't give him more, he knew - their prophecies were always vague just because of the nature of time; they couldn't give him more precise information because they didn't have more precise information - but at least it would have made him feel like he was doing something. He hummed in agreement, nodding slightly in response, though he didn't speak...he was too busy relaxing and trying to let go of his stress to speak at that moment in time. Oh, people - even other superheroes - looked at him and thought he had it sooooo easy because he was a King and super strong and had a magic trident...but did any of them have any clue how tough it was? Imagine taking the stress of being a superhero, then adding the stress of two wars and the day to day running of a country - which he still did; he got weekly updates on Atlantis's state and had to make executive decisions all the time - and <em>then</em> add the stress of knowing that there was some horrible disaster coming that could wipe out your entire species that only you could stop, but you didn't know what it was or where it was coming from or when it was coming. Yeah. Not so easy, now was it? That thought was cut off by the soft, warm, wet feeling of Kori's lips pressing against his back, and a soft shudder ran through his body at the contact even as a fresh, low hum sounded from his throat. Oh...he'd missed those lips. Well, he'd missed Kori full stop, but...you knew what he meant. She always seemed to know just what to do to soothe his tension. She only got back last week? Well...it was fortuitous for him, then, that she'd been able to find him so quickly. He was also rather pleased that he was near the top of her list of people to go and see; after so long apart, it was good to know that Kori had missed him almost as much as he had missed her. Of course, he had had more cause to miss her, what with the war and all.<br><br>Kori hesitated to answer his question, though, which made him frown a little; despite the soft, amazingly tender kisses to his back and the touch on his pectorals that sent shivers of anticipatory tingles through his body - how long had it been since he had been touched like that? Not sexually (he'd had a few "de-stress" concubines since Kori; he was at war, what did you expect?), but just...by somebody who knew his body as well as Kori did, somebody who (he hoped) cared about him as much as Kori did? - the fact that she didn't answer right away after having cut herself off from whatever she was going to say...it concerned him a little. He knew that the last few years couldn't have been easy for her, so what wasn't she saying? He wanted to be able to comfort her just as effectively as she was comforting him at that moment, but he needed to know what was wrong first. Just as he was about to ask her, however, in an attempt to get her to open up...she spoke again, and all thoughts of coaxing whatever was wrong out of her vanished in a screaming cacophony as his train of thought screeched to a halt. His back tensed visibly as he inhaled sharply; she had attempted to visit Atlantis and been fired upon?! Was this recently?! No Atlantean soldiers would have opened fire on her, so could they...be back? No...no, he forced himself to reign it in a little. They were gone, and he got weekly updates from Atlantis. All border guards were in place and reporting in as normal, and she mentioned an obstacle - likely the continent-wide forcefield that the Loyalists had erected to stop the JLA from interfering - so...it was likely a few years ago. Still, the thought that Kori had almost had to fight the Loyalist soldiers...well...she was strong, but if she had engaged them they would have called for reinforcements, and Kori just wasn't strong enough to handle an entire Brigade of Loyalist Super Soldiers. They would have captured or killed her, then taken her back to New Tritonis for experimentation...the thought made him visibly shudder.<br><br>He turned his head and body half-around to face her sharply, twisting his torso so that whilst his legs were still dangling off of the bed, his chest was now facing the wall to his right rather than the wall ahead of him, his head turned further to look at Kori. His hand caught hold of the one she had been sliding down his stomach, clutching it tightly as he panicked a little; had she been hurt? Did she blame him? Was she angry at him, thinking that the guards had been under orders from him? Oh, he would have stopped her entering that warzone, yes, but they wouldn't have fired on her. His eyes searched her face intently, eyes a little wide in worry. "You were fired upon? Are you ok?" A moment too late he realised how stupid that question was. He closed his eyes and shook his head a little, tutting at his own stupidity. "What am I saying? Of course you're ok, or you wouldn't be here now." He looked at her again. "When was this? A few years, ago correct?" He didn't wait for an answer; it had to have been, or she would have mentioned it sooner. Well...that fell within the timelines, so he didn't have to worry about Loyalists returning. They were gone. He had seen to that personally. He heaved a heavy sigh, then turned back around to face the wall. He stayed silent for a moment, his second hand coming up to cover the hand of hers that he still had in his grasp, both of them playing their thumbs along her skin. He should tell her. She had a right to know, after all; forgetting that she had been attacked by soldiers, which she deserved an explanation to, he knew that she deserved to know why he hadn't been there when...well. She deserved to know why he hadn't been there when she needed him. And if he was about to explain who those soldiers were....well. It was as good a time as any.<br><br>He pursed his lips a little, sighed, then spoke again. "I apologise," he said quietly, lifting her hand up to press it against his lips gently. "I simply....you just scared me, is all." It wasn't an easy thing to admit, but if there was one person he could admit that to, it was Kori. "Those soldiers you encountered...they weren't Atlantean. At least...they weren't <em>mine.</em> They...they belonged to the Cult known as The Loyalists Of The Trident...the same group that exiled me from Atlantis at the beginning of my reign." He glanced back at her, lowering her hand to about his chest level, still rubbing her palm and the back of her hand. He hesitated, then shook his head again. "Five years ago, just after you and..." he hesitated again. "...and the others left, Atlantis was attacked. Loyalists set up blockades around the continent and invaded using technology and soldiers we later found out were provided by Darkseid himself." He grimaced a little, and his voice became suddenly weary and tired-sounding. Just...a half decade of war, immediately after a year long war to reclaim his homeland, immediately after a war against Darkseid? Couldn't he have just two years of peace? Why did he have to always fight these long, bitter wars? "The war was...it was <em>bad,</em> Kori. Worse than The Reclamation War <em>ever</em> was." And the Reclamation War had gotten <em>bad.</em> Kori of all people would remember the Myletene Massacre, where an entire village was butchered and put on display just to spite the advancing Royalist army...well. Imagine <em>that</em> as a <em>starting point.</em> "It was longer, too. Every day for the first year, I woke up thinking that that was the day the Loyalists would breach Poseidonis's defences and overwhelm our beleaguered forces. Even after we broke the siege...it was just one bitter struggle after another, step by bloody step." He sighed morosely, letting her hand drop away from his onto his lap as he remembered just how bad it got; for every foot of land they captured, a thousand good men died. And that wasn't even considering the civilian casualty rate. Atlantis's population as a whole had easily halved thanks to the war. They were doing better, now, but it would be a long time before they were as strong as they were when Orin first came to the throne....hence why he wished he was back in Poseidonis, overseeing recovery personally. Instead? Instead he was in Gotham, far away from home, fighting to avert <em>another</em> disaster. Why couldn't he just...just rest? Just once? He sighed again. "We only secured Total Victory last year...and at an extremely high price." He looked at her again, then offered her the ghost of a smile. "My apologies. The war is over, and I...shouldn't be speaking of such dark things now, of all times. I just...thought you deserved an explanation. For everything. I'm...sorry, for not being there." He looked back to the front. Well. So much for not "bringing the mood down," eh Orin? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 14:09:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4VZ6Dvr.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Koriand'r<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Starfire<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:25 pm, Monday, September 14th 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lobby of the Atlantic Hotel, Gotham Heights, Uptown (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Orin | Arthur Curry<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Kori listens to Orin's recounting of the most recent war against the Loyalists, growing more concerned and horrified by the moment. When he apologizes for not being there to help the Justice League, she refuses his apology, knowing that he would have been there if it had been possible. She examines his unfamiliar scar, and then pushes Orin onto his back, mounting him and then removing her dress, trying to contain her own turbulent emotions so that they both might find pleasure in each other.<hr><hr><br>Things had been growing so close, so warm… She had felt Orin’s muscles relaxing beneath her hands, had heard his breathing steady and deepen, had sensed his easing tension. But after she had mentioned her attempt to visit him in Poseidonis, any progress she might have made in dispelling the knots in his muscles was lost, his back going rigid beneath her grasp. She had been hugging him closely from behind, but feeling his new sense of unease, she released him, allowing Orin to turn in his seat, as he stared back at her in disbelief.<br><br>For a moment, she wondered if this news of Loyalist guards barring entry from Poseidonis from over a year ago was news to him; Should she have spoken up sooner? Her lips were creased with worry, as Orin voiced his concerns. <strong>”Y-yes, It was more than a year ago, now…”</strong> She murmured lowly, now filled with fresh anxiety for his homeland. Orin had turned towards her now, and she put a hand on his knee, sitting closely with her former lover and long-time friend, listening as he explained the situation back home. Unlike before, when she casually, playfully acknowledged him with seemingly disinterested words, her green eyes were locked with his own, nodding after every sentence, quite obviously devoting her whole attention to the conversation, now.<br><br>Her expression was burdened with more and more sorrow as he spoke; He released her other hand after a while, but she retook it from him before too long, heart gripped with panic, even as he recanted now old tales about a war she did not know. Darkseid, Loyalists… It explained why he had not been there to save Kal-El, Bruce and Princess Diana. Koriand’r had always known that Orin would have not abandoned them all if not for the gravest of causes, and her heart was flooded with love for him in that moment, as he had lived up to her impossibly high hopes. <br><br>FInally, he finished speaking. <strong>”My friend, you have nothing, <em>nothing</em>, to apologize for,”</strong> she reassured him, sitting higher on her knees, her body coming closer to his. Kori put a hand on his chest; She had thought she felt the scar before, newer than her last memory of him, and terrible-looking, running across his right chest and up to his collar. How any man could survive such a wound was miraculous… The thought of so much Atlantean blood spilt, not only by him, but by his whole nation, made her shudder. She had lost her homeworld in the Citadel war, and despaired to think that Orin almost lost his as well.<br><br>A hand still on his chest, she pushed back slowly against his center of gravity, urging him to lay on his back. She was falling into muscle memory, her body remembering the many nights they had previously spent together. She had not meant to condition herself like this, but when she saw Orin in pain, or anger, or grief, she felt a silent inkling to take it away from him, to steady him, please him. She had hated to see his rage in those early days, when she had been something of an apprentice to the Justice League, and had sought him out one night. There had been a natural attraction to him, of course, but Koriand’r had also desired to soothe him, balance him, thinking her influence would help Orin make a more balanced decision in a war for the future of his people.<br><br>As Orin found his back, Kori climbed onto his lap, her slight weight pressing down onto his groin; A brief grin graced her exotic, purple-shaded lips, as she brought her back low, face coming close to his chest. She kissed this new wound that he wore for her, the scar tissue tender and soft. <strong>”If I could have been there… If I had known… You would have had another ally. I was not strong enough to protect the others, but… Maybe…”</strong> Her red hair had fallen down in a cascade over her face, as she continued to kiss his chest, but Orin would feel her hot, steaming tears dripping onto his skin. They were equal parts grief and joy, sadness for his people and the loss of their allies, and happiness to know that he had survived such a trying ordeal.<br><br>So when Koriand’r reached to the hem of her white skirt and easily peeled her dress away, revealing a white bra and underwear, she was acting on two separate impulses. One, to wipe away his anxiety, and to take it into herself, a burden she was glad to bear. Two, she had been dreaming of this reunion for so long, that she found him irresistible… She had some confessions for him, as well, but thought that he would prefer to hear them afterwards. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 20:19:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/AQM/showbiz-jason-momoa_zps4ydjfi6q.jpg?t=1449340848)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arthur Curry<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:26, Monday 14th September, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantic Hotel Lobby, Gotham Heights, Uptown.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Koriand'r<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin notices her tears and is having none of it; he sits up, drawing her in close to him as he cups her face affectionately and assures her that he is glad that she didn't have to live through the Schism and is just happy that he gets to see her again. He asks that she stops her tears, and leans in to kiss her for the first time in five years.<br><hr><hr><br>Honestly, Orin didn't know what he had been expecting from Kori at his revelation that he had been at war for four of the past five years; tears? Hugs? A look of horror, or an exclamation of surprise, or any combination of any kind of reactions to bad news? He didn't know, honestly. He'd only ever told one other person - M'gann herself - about the war, and even then only bits and pieces of vague information. No doubt eventually Kori would want to know the whole story behind what had happened and Orin would have to refuse to tell her - the secrets of that war were never coming to the light of day if Orin had anything to say about it; he had no desire to relive those dark times - but that was not apparently that day...she seemed horrified that he'd been at war again, which was understandable...but it was tinged by something else, something he should have foreseen but for some reason had completely overlooked; relief. Relief that he was ok, that he had survived...she didn't say as much but he knew her well enough that he could see the brief moment of happiness flash across her features as she took in the fact that he had been at war and had <em>survived.</em> Or perhaps it was simply relief that he did, in fact, have a good reason for not appearing to aid the Justice League? That was also a possibility, since he didn't doubt that Kori had hoped that his explanation was a good one, and had it not been, their relationship likely would have soured as soon as she found out. But instead...instead, she told him something that he'd been hoping to hear ever since he arrived back in Gotham. She didn't hate him for not aiding the JLA, and more, she forgave him for his absence. Despite the darkness of the thoughts that had overtaken his mind at having to recount the outbreak of war, he found himself smiling a little at her; a weight that he hadn't realised was sitting upon his shoulders - or perhaps he had just gotten used to it? - lifted off of him suddenly, leaving him to breath a steady sigh of relief. His biggest worry about running into her again had been whether she hated him for not being there to help against Darkseid, and though her actions had demonstrated that she held no grudge...hearing her <em>say</em> as much meant more to him than perhaps made logical sense.<br><br>But he didn't have the chance to think on it much more as she placed a hand on his chest and he felt the familiar feelings of desire and attraction bubbling up inside him once again. It might have sounded strange to anybody else - considering that memories of a dark, brutal war were not exactly on his list of "turn-ons" - but...he had a kind of what the humans called "Pavlovian response" when it came to Kori and dark days. Back in the Reclamation War, whenever he had a long, tough day and whenever he felt like giving up or breaking down under the stress of fighting a war and killing on a daily basis, Kori was always there in the night to offer him comfort and affection when he needed contact with another living thing that wasn't trying to kill him. It was always in the darkest of days when sentient creatures sought comfort with each other to take their minds off of things and to distract themselves from the darkness around them with a little glimmer of light, no matter how fleeting...and the King of Atlantis was no different. It didn't matter whether he was upset or angry or happy, contact with Kori was always the highlight of those days because for a moment he could stop being the King of Atlantis and the Supreme General of The Atlantean Army and just be a man relaxing in the arms of a beautiful woman. And now, whenever she got that look in her eye, whenever she made that first contact with him...that passion and attraction and that unique desire for <em>her</em> rose to the surface unbidden to help him banish dark and troubling thoughts. And besides; he was more than happy to bury the memories of those dark days with the relief and gratitude of seeing her alive, and the attraction and love he felt for her that he hadn't been able to express or direct for half a decade now. He could forget his troublesome memories and just enjoy her company as her slightest touch sent fiery, fearsome tingles spreading out across his chest in the most delightful of sensory explosions that only she could really inspire. <br><br>So he leaned backwards happily, slowly reclining onto his hotel bed as Kori found her way onto his lap, that old familiar weight pressing down against him as he once again found himself looking up at a scantily, suggestively clothed Koriand'r. His hands automatically made their way up her legs, lingering along the flesh of her thighs, feeling and touching and caressing them slowly as if relishing every moment of contact after the five years they spent apart before they finally came to rest on her waist, his fingers splayed out along her back as his thumbs rest on her lower sides. He watched as she leaned down and shivered when he felt her lips brushing against his scar, the ugly tear in his body extending from the bottom of his left pectoral up to just above his right one, ending at the collar bone, the only visible damage on his body...with their healing factors and their enhanced abilities in the water, Atlanteans didn't scar easily, especially not when underwater, and him being a Royal Atlantean? It was almost unheard of. Any ordinary wound or weapon couldn't possibly hope to leave a permanent mark on his skin, let alone a scar as large and noteworthy as the one that found itself the centre of Kori's attention. Of course...a demonic sword was not an ordinary weapon, and it had cut particularly deep during that final battle. He wore it as a badge of honour that he had survived and resisted the plunge into madness himself, but it was also a reminder of everybody who he had lost that day. It was both an honorific and a memorial to those he had lost...and no doubt Kori had been surprised by it, too. His hands slid their way up her body, one on her back and the other in her hair as she traced her lips over it, every moment of the contact sending small shudders up his spine as the still-occasionally-tender flesh reacted achingly to her touch, the nerves there straining to feel her soft, warm, wonderful lips for just a few moments more...but something was different. Something was...off. There was an extra feeling of dampness there, more than should be present from just her kisses.<br><br>She straightened before he could work out what it was, but looking into her face, he realised quickly what he had felt; he could see the small tear tracts that led down her cheeks, though he couldn't tell whether they were happy or sad tears...or maybe both. There was reason enough for both types, of course, but either way the sight of her beautiful face weighed down with tears of any sort almost broke his heart there and then. She deserved to have smiles rather than sorrow, and her face lit up so delightfully when she was happy that he couldn't bear to see even a little sadness in her features....and her obvious guilt for not being there was just purely unacceptable; he couldn't have her feeling that way in any way, shape or form. She was strong enough to do whatever she wanted, and she should certainly not have been in Atlantis. Her place was with the JLA and the rest of her friends and family. Had she stayed with him, she would have hated herself for it afterwards. She pulled her dress off of her body, but he had no time to appreciate the sight, or to allow his gaze to wander her marvellously toned, perfectly shaped form...he pulled himself up into a sitting position, bending at the waist to bring his torso and head closer to hers in a more "traditional" in-the-lap position. His left arm looped around her waist and pulled her closer as the other one reached up to cup the side of her face, his thumb gently stroking along her cheek. She shouldn't say such horrible things; she just shouldn't. "Kori, darling..." he whispered, his face only inches away from hers. He could feel her body moving against him as they both breathed a little unevenly, and his hand on the small of her back stroked a gentle up/down path as he spoke. <br><br>"I missed you terribly, almost cripplingly so at times. There were nights when I craved nothing more than to feel your arms around me." Every night, in fact, he fell asleep wishing that she were there with him in some capacity. "Even when I was with my other lovers, I oftentimes found myself wishing that they were you." He smiled at her softly, in a way that he hoped was comforting, full of tenderness and compassion. "However, I awoke every morning thanking every God that I could think of that you weren't there. I count it as the greatest of blessings that you didn't have to live through such a conflict because it would have destroyed you just as surely as it almost destroyed me, and you would have hated yourself for being away from the League when they fell. You were exactly where you were supposed to be, and I will not have you questioning yourself because of it; you are one of the strongest people I have ever met, and I will not hear a single word to the contrary." He's also thankful that she didn't see what he <em>did,</em> what he <em>became</em> in the closing days of the war. Just a hairs breadth from the edge...from becoming more of a monster than what he was fighting. Most everything he did was necessary and he would do it all again...but that didn't mean that what he did wasn't evil in its own way. In war...sometimes the only choices were bad ones. He shook his head, and traced his thumb across one of her drying tear tracts, wiping away the last of one of the tears. "So Kori...please, no more tears, and no more guilt. We are reunited after far too long apart, a moment I have imagined many more times than I care to admit. This should be a happy time for the both of us." He offered her a wry, almost teasing smile, then, as he moved his hand to the back of her head. He leaned in a little closer. They both needed comfort, they both needed companionship....they both needed to vent the stress and frustration, and they both needed to express their relief and joy that the other one was ok. They both needed each others company, so far as he could tell, and he was going to stop this conversation before it turned more depressing. He wanted her, he <em>needed</em> her at that moment, and he knew - or at least hoped - that she felt the same way about him. They'd both been through Tartarus in their own ways...so now it was time to experience just a little bit of Elysium in each others arms. It was the least they deserved, so far as Orin could figure. He allowed his nose to brush past Kori's, drifting closer. "Therefore, My Dearest Princess...I hope you do not think it presumptuous if I kiss you now." He didn't give her the chance to object; he leaned in the last of the distance and pressed his lips against hers, delighting in her new proximity as he tried his best to still those tears of hers. Whether they were good or bad, they belonged nowhere near such a radiant face as hers. His lips closed around hers, relief and joy flooding his body and for that moment at least, he forgot all about the war and his exhaustion and the mysterious "Doom." He lingers on her lips, refusing to pull away for as long as he can, fingers threading through her fearsome and fiery hair as he outright refuses to stop the contact. He was just happy to be with Kori again, if only for a little while, and he would do his best to prolong it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>01-01-2016, 02:39:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4VZ6Dvr.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Koriand'r<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Starfire<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:30 pm, Monday, September 14th 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lobby of the Atlantic Hotel, Gotham Heights, Uptown (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Orin | Arthur Curry<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Koriand'r listens to what Orin has to say about her and the circumstances that had kept them apart, agreeing entirely with his assessment. Relieved of her sadness and fear, Kori's sexual adventurousness comes fully into the light; She kisses her lover long and hard in return, before she climbs out of his lap, and pushes him onto his back. She removes her top, and then his pants, before she begins to suck him off.<hr><hr><br>She had seen his expression turn as he examined her face; Her heart sunk, wishing that she could have suppressed her emotions. Her friend sat up, the princess still riding in his lap; As he put an arm around her waist, he might have felt Koriand'r trembling, though the cause may have been ambiguous. It might have been residual despair at the thought of the most recent war that had embroiled Atlantis, or it may have been another tremor of happiness, the realization that she was finally reunited with one of her older friends still sinking into her. She was also a creature that not only appreciated sex, but craved that physical, carnal act, and perhaps she was afraid that she had 'turned him off', a concept that she rarely empathized with. The fourth possible reason was one that Orin couldn't know at the moment, nor would she ever like him to know; She felt the urge to flee his grasp and return to her penthouse, to find herself slipping one of those smooth white pills between her lips, so that she could find peaceful, dreamless sleep far away from all of these conflicting emotions.<br><br>Just like with Artemis, though, Koriand'r knew that there would just be more questions if she ran away every time her heart was stricken with self-doubt, and besides, the way he was touching her now, his handsome face mere inches from her own, she felt her inner flames stoked once more, and certainly, Orin could feel her flaring with heat. Her brilliant green eyes half-lidded as she stared intimately into his own, Kori listened to his overtures to her, his relief that things had turned out the way they had between the two of them. She knew he was right; Her head gently bobbed up and down in a silent nod, knowing that she would have hated herself if she hadn't been there for the JLA. She hadn't saved them, in the end, but if she had been in Atlantis during their fall... That question of 'what if' might have driven her off of that precarious edge she had danced ever since then. As he spoke, Kori's arms were tucked beneath his armpits, slowly stroking the side of his muscled torso, playing along his ribs. Her breathing was heavy and hitched, growing more excited by the moment, intoxicated by his sheer masculinity, his powerful frame. <strong>"Yes..."</strong> She agreed with a gasp, agreeing that, considering all of the circumstances, this moment should have been among her most joyous memories. And just like that, like water off of her back, she felt her apprehensions evaporating, if only for the evening.<br><br>The king of Atlantis asked the princess of Tamaran if she would not mind his kiss, and she gave a lazy nod once again, though Orin's lips were placed on her own before she might have verbalized her consent, not that there would have been any doubts about such thing. She matched his passion and insistence, her hot breath practically steaming across his upper lip as it blew out from her nostrils, her tongue sliding against his own to taste him. <strong>"Mmm,"</strong> she whimpered breathlessly, her hands still hastily running across his skin, delighted by every single contour, his marbled, godlike form. The princess didn't even realize that she was grinding into his lap until she felt a stiffness poking up into her, separated by several layers of damned fabric. If he had been garbed as simply as a Tamaranean male, they might have accidentally already begun to make love.<br><br><strong>"My, my king,"</strong> she moaned, pulling her lips away from his own, eyes closed, but she still had her arms around him, could still sense his essence. The once troubled expression she wore was now a genuine look of happiness, one that she only felt in the presence of friends such as himself, especially when things became more intimate like this. She lingered an inch from his lips for a long moment, as if lost in thought; When those green orbs revealed themselves again, her lips curled up into a mischievous, cherubic smile, a familiar expression that told Orin that she was feeling inspired. She pushed her hands against his chest, separating their bodies, pulling herself away from him while simultaneously, and once again, pushing his back to the mattress beneath. She shimmied off of his lap, sitting on her knees beside him now, staring down at the Atlanean. Kori's bright red hair fell over her shoulders, a long wisp of curl stuck right between her eyes until she parted it away, then threw her head to a side, whipping the rest over the opposite shoulder.<br><br>Her hands reached behind her back, and she didn't have to fuss with it for long; Koriand'r could strip with concerning speed, not terribly fond of human trappings like underclothing. She disdainfully tossed the bra to the ground beside the bed, and her large, seemingly weightless breasts were revealed to him, her pink areola tipped with rock-hard nipples. Tamaraneans were truly, physically gifted, and Koriand'r knew the jealousy she struck in other women who saw her natural, weightless 38DD pair. In fact, Koriand'r had been simultaneously startled and flattered when, during her most recent stay in Tokyo, she had been asked to have her breasts modeled for implants. The east had found itself mimicking the west's fascination with large tits, and Kori knew there were at least a thousand women in Japan with chests like her own. <br><br>But as delightful as it might have been to stare at Koriandr's topless form, she had gifts that were for more than just looking... Strong, soft hands reached for his buckle once more, this time working without distraction to pull his belt out from its loops, casually dropping it beside her bra. She tugged those pants down to his knees, and his underwear next, too impatient now to properly strip him. <strong>"Ahh, I've missed you,"</strong> she purred, his stiff cock jumping to attention as soon as it had been freed. She shot him a quick look, to make sure he remained on his back (or else she'd put him there again!) before her red hair fell across his lap as her thick, gorgeous lips wrapped around his tip...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>01-01-2016, 15:50:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/AQM/showbiz-jason-momoa_zps4ydjfi6q.jpg?t=1449340848)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arthur Curry<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:32, Monday 14th September, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantic Hotel Lobby, Gotham Heights, Uptown.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Koriand'r<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin is momentarily overcome by the pleasure of having Kori's lips wrapped around him again, but quickly recovers and pulls her legs up to his chest so he can "reciprocate," with gusto...<br><hr><hr><br>Just as he expected, Kori doesn't make the slightest move to resist his intimacy; she never had been one to refuse signs of affection at the best of times, and in times like these - when they both evidently needed companionship and comfort for their own various reasons - he had expected her to accept it without question. They were old friends and old lovers, and he knew for a fact that they'd done things together that he'd only ever experienced with her - thus far, she was one of if not the only person he trusted enough to delve into the more serious "kinks," as the humans called them - so to find her so willing and eager for him after so long...it was comforting and heartening that regardless of what else had happened in the intervening time, their attraction to each other at least hadn't changed. He opened his mouth to slip his own tongue out to welcome hers in contact, their tongues like them themselves; old friends who had not had the pleasure of meeting in far, far too long. They danced and tangled briefly, tasting each other - the warm, sweet taste of Kori's flesh enough to have his hands grasping at her waist with more urgency than before - before she slowly pulled away from his lips breathlessly. He could feel her trembling, panting form shaking in his hands, her hips pressed down against his swollen, stiff manhood, and was not at all surprised to find that his own breath was equally uneven and gasping. Despite their enhanced stamina - both of them being "Super" by human standards - they always managed to leave each other breathless with their passion and intensity...and Orin wouldn't have it any other way. His eyes remained closed for a few moments, just savouring their proximity and how Kori's breath felt dancing across his cheek...but a soft-but-insistent pressure on his chest coaxed his eyes open to find her gaze glinting mischievously at him, her lips pulled up in that coy, teasing smile that always served to give him the shivers. He chuckled to himself a little, offering her a knowing, wry smile...whenever she gave him that look, she had an idea on what she wanted next...and though - as King - he was used to being in charge...for Kori, he occasionally made exceptions. She was a powerful, confident, dominant woman, and woe betide any man who thought to keep her subservient for long. <br><br>It was one of the things he found that he loved about her; if you were "in charge," it was only because she had deigned to allow it...and she could turn the tables at any moment. And that, he found, added a whole new level of excitement to proceedings. His heartrate picked up more than a few notches as he reclined on the bed slowly, looking up at her as she slipped off of his lap, his eyes shamelessly and brazenly surveying her smooth, soft, voluptuous form. Kori truly was what many, many people thought of as the ideal woman; curvaceous, with a slender waist, a graceful back, long legs and a firm, tightly toned posterior...soft, warm skin that was both yielding and strong in all the right ways, elegant shoulders and slender-but-strong arms...an ample and firm - almost gravity defying - chest but with the frame to have them and not look ridiculous, with a gorgeously smooth face with soft, kind features, all framed with a mane of silken fire that fell about her shoulders and back, covering her beautifully bronzed skin like a shimmering wildfire raging through a forest in fall. He felt his body inflame further with desire for her as he surveyed her beauty, along with the way she flicked her hair from side to side in great waves of fiery colour, and though he knew better than to sit back up - she evidently had a plan for him that required him to lie down - he did prop himself up on his elbows to get a better view of her beauty. It was a good thing he did, because he then got a good view of her ample chest as she discarded her bra and set about stripping him of the remainder of his human clothes - though he preferred Atlantean fashion, he had to blend in somehow - which he dutifully assisted her with, arching his hips a little in order to allow her to shimmy his lower clothing down his body. She apparently lost interest in it after it reached his knees, so he proceeded to kick it off idly with his feet, not even bothering to watch as he focused his attention on something far more deserving; Kori purred out her delight and bent towards his newly exposed groin. He met her glance - a fiery, insistent glance that told him all he needed to know; <em>stay!</em> - and then found his head tipping back a little in delight as her hair fell across his lap and he felt those deliciously plump, soft, inviting lips wrapping around his shaft.<br><br>The sudden feeling of plush, plump warmth and ever so slight suction forced a low, rumbling moan from Orin's lips as his hands tightened briefly on the bedsheets, lances of pleasure spiking through his spine and spiderwebbing across his back and into his brain. Kori always did have the most amazing lips for...well, anything that required soft and warm lips, from kissing to <em>kissing,</em> though he'd actually forgotten just how good she was at it until that very moment. His hands instinctively moved from the bed to her hair, running his fingers through that silken mess of fire both affectionately and encouragingly, his hips even bucking a little involuntarily in reaction to the pleasant sensations vibrating through his shaft. "Oh....Kori..." he moaned out quietly, "I...ah...missed you...too...mmm..." He swallowed slightly, and brushed her hair over her shoulders to expose the side of her face to his admittedly crooked gaze, still largely on his back as he was. Her eyes were closed, her lips wrapped around him as she sucked and teased and kissed, and the sight of her setting to her task so enthusiastically almost dragged another moan from him there and then...any normal man would likely have collapsed backwards onto the bed, his hands in her hair as she "went to work," just enjoying the sensation of having the bronze Goddess pleasuring them so thoroughly...but Orin was not a normal man, and his carnal relationship with Kori was not like that. He may be on his back now, but he was no passive participant for her to toy with at her leisure...and he knew she would be disappointed in him if that was how he acted. "Ah-allow me...to show you how much..."<br><br>With that, he reluctantly removed his hands from Kori's head - but not before giving her cheek and hair one last affectionate caress - and instead reached out to his side, towards where her body was still slightly splayed out beside him. His long, muscular arm slipped beneath her stomach, sliding his hand over her toned, taut flesh and teasing over the side of her waist as it curled around her...and then it lifted sharply, pulling her upwards off of the bed, his immense strength serving to be able to lift her bodyweight as easily as a human weightlifter might hold a kitten, pulling her closer to his body in mid-air...though careful to not move her head away from his groin; he was enjoying her attention down there - a fact that the fresh moan sounding from his lips would clue her into - too much to interrupt it. He lifted and shifted her body so that rather than next to and perpendicular to him, she was now lying along and on top of the length of his body, her breasts pressed delightfully against his stomach, her graceful core lining up with the bottom of his chest....and her legs now sitting either side of his head. He reached up with one of his hands and absently pulled away the bothersome underwear - not really caring whether it was a tie-up or a one-piece; something gave, and it came off. That's all he needed to know; the lust and desire bubbling in him didn't give him time to consider anything else - to expose her already-dampened, gloriously beautiful womanhood to his questing eyes. <br><br>His hands moved up to caress gently at the tops of her thighs, hands running along her exposed flesh, fingers dragging along her skin and thumbs pressing into her flesh, squeezing and massaging, revelling in how her gentle, hot flesh felt against his cool, exploring hands...the feeling of both her mouth around his cock and his hands on her glorious thighs and backside sending shivers of excitement, pleasure and anticipatory lust raging through his system...his hands moved up to her backside, cupping the cheeks firmly as he got his first real, good feel of them in five years...and then he couldn't help himself any longer. No more games, no more teasing, no more putting it off. Leaning up, he pressed his mouth between those beautiful legs of hers and <em>sloooowwly</em> dragged his tongue from the top of her entrance to the bottom - meaning that his tongue moved bottom to top, relatively speaking - the tip of his organ pressing her lips apart firmly as he did so. He then pulled away for a moment, letting his breath play along her exposed flesh, then did it again, his tongue driving in just a little further, pressing the lips apart more insistently, pushing more of himself in, his hands digging in further to her legs and backside. He moaned softly into her folds as he did it again, then again, increasing the pressure and speed with each delightful pass, until his tongue was moving up and down her entrance without leaving, his mouth pressed against her firmly, flicking backwards and forwards, each of the moans she elicited from her work on his shaft echoing directly back into her, vibrating his tongue as it moved. His eyes had long since slipped closed as he tasted the bittersweet flesh and juices of the woman whose company he hadn't gotten to enjoy for half a decade...and he intended to make up for lost time. This? This was only the beginning...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>07-01-2016, 06:45:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4VZ6Dvr.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Koriand'r<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Starfire<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:33 pm, Monday, September 14th 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Orin's room, the Atlantic Hotel, Gotham Heights, Uptown (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Orin | Arthur Curry<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Kori is a bit surprised by Orin grabbing her and pulling her into a 69, but soon begins to enjoy herself, even pressing her powerful hips down into him, asserting a small measure of dominance him. As she ponders a temporary career choice she once made, Koriand'r begins to deepthroat Orin, shamelessly showing off for him, reminding him of how much he had missed her, and vice versa, over the last five years.<hr><hr><br>Though she might have busied her lips and tongue with one of the greatest objects of her desires, Koriand'r was usually a vocal lover, and Orin would be reminded of that as she basically purred against his manhood. She was a natural when it came to sex, quickly falling into a rhythm of quick and shallow motions, purple lips sliding halfway down his cock, quickly returning to the tip, where she allowed her tongue to take a quick lap around the flared edge. It was like a game to her, something to keep her sharp and focused, something for her friend to enjoy. And he seemed to quickly appreciate her efforts, the King of Atlantis grunting as if wounded, white-knuckling the cheap hotel sheets as he was reintroduced to Kori's energetic brand of foreplay. Then, his strong grip went to her head, slowly stroking and clutching her radiant red hair, the powerful yet gentle touch very encouraging and pleasing to her. It made her want to work harder to make him happy.<br><br>So focused was she, tunnel-visioning on his prick constantly disappearing between her lips, that she didn't have time to react, fight away or argue as Orin grabbed her by the waist and dragged her into a new position. She was reminded of how frighteningly strong her lover was; Stronger than her, which was not something she was accustomed to in lovers, and perhaps the strongest man alive, with Kal-El passed away. Effortlessly he lifted her up, swinging her around easily and allowing her to rest her knees on either side of his head, and the entire time, the princess never let his cock slip from her lips, even as a surprised gasp vibrated through his shaft. She felt his thick fingers picking at the band of her panties and then tugging them down to her knees; As he had done earlier, Kori helped him strip her clean, lifting her knees off the mattress just enough so that he could push them further down her legs, with Kori finally kicking them halfway across the room, not terribly worried if she didn't find them later. <em>He could have them. X'hal, he likely already has so many of mine from before.</em> Koriand'r did not usually wear underwear, and didn't mind letting her partners hang onto them as a sort of sexual souvenir. It was flattering to think that they might enjoy having them on hand.<br><br>The king would find his alien lover completely bald between the thighs, as he always had. Artemis had once asked her if she was just persistent with her hygiene, or if Tamaranean's just lacked body hair, and Kori never gave her a straight answer, playfully daring her friend to guess. The truth was, that Kori was extremely meticulous with her self-grooming, though she had experimented with pubic hair while overseas... Besides being hairless, she was already very wet, which might have just been Koriand'r's natural state. She always seemed so casually erotic, eager to touch, kiss, please. Sometimes the princess almost felt shame at how easily aroused she could become, she had already been slippery between the thighs when she had been casually flirting with Stephen at the front desk. Now, Orin found her practically sopping, as he began to slowly ease his tongue across her engorged lips. Kori had always enjoyed pleasuring her partners, but was greedy when it came to her own self, too. If Orin hadn't started this, she might have initiated it sooner rather than later, and might have even punished him by riding his face while he begged for her to suck him off again... Thankfully, her lover was so generous that she couldn't help be just as giving as he was.<br><br>Still, the Tamaranean was used to... Expressing herself, whenever she made love. She loved to take control of every situation she was in, and while they mutually pleasured each other, Koriand'r couldn't help but... Grind her pussy against his face, asserting her wants onto him, demanding that his hungry tongue dive deeper inside of her. <strong>"<em>X'hal,</em> your fingers too!"</strong> She demanded, pulling her lips away from his manhood for just a moment, her tongue sliding out against her lips to wipe away a line of saliva mixed with the sea king's precum. She loved his taste, and wanted more of it; She knew that Orin had more stamina than her average sort of lover, and even if he couldn't help but spend himself down her throat, she knew he'd be ready to go again soon afterwards.<br><br>As she pleaded for more from him, Koriand'r increased her own efforts. Her previous quick, brief ministrations to his cock became deeper and deeper, until the tip of his manhood was tickling her throat. The princess was a natural in this carnal act, and she knew that she'd have Orin wailing like a banshee soon. During her travels, she had found herself staying in Austria for under four months; An Adult film company there had given her a tempting offer of more than €250k for the rights to two movies. During the filming of the first one, she had forgotten the lousy script moments into the shoot, and had begun to unexpectedly deepthroat her partner. At the time, the princess had still been a porno novice, but she had found out afterwards that it wasn't easy to get male stars to cum that soon... Equally puzzling was his reaction, the model storming off the set, acting humiliated by what she had done. The puzzled princess had given the camera a bemused shrug just before they had stopped recording, and ironically, that pose, the man's cum bubbling at the corner of her lips, had made the cover.<br><br>Koriand'r didn't think Orin would have as extreme a reaction if she forced him to cum soon... Swallowing, his prick swelled within her throat, her lips wrapped tightly around the base of him, holding the position for a moment just to impress him with her abilities, before she fell into a more normal rhythm, noisily sucking off her old lover, hungry for him as he did his best to match her efforts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Fire and Aqua Make Steam (Vergil Tanner and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>07-01-2016, 17:10:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/AQM/showbiz-jason-momoa_zps4ydjfi6q.jpg?t=1449340848)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arthur Curry<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Atlantean Empire.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:33, Monday 14th September, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantic Hotel Orin's Room, Gotham Heights, Uptown.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Koriand'r<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Orin doesn't answer with words, instead marvelling at just how enthusiastic and aggressive Kori always is, matching her own enthusiasm with his own. He changes his oral tactics to more aggressive ones as his fingers move to join in the fun, his body being set on fire by Kori's sudden deepthroat rhythm. It's going to be a long night.<br><hr><hr><br>Believe it or not, there were a couple of things about the whole situation that Orin had surprisingly managed to forget in the time between their last liaison and the present day; for one, he had forgotten just how demanding Kori could be "between the sheets," as the humans liked to say. She was used to being in charge, used to being on top and being the one to give the orders - not difficult when you're a beautiful woman like Kori with the added benefit of being stronger than any ordinary human and most extraordinary ones, too; the first gave her a certain amount of presence and authority, and the second gave her the ability to enforce that authority if she needed to, and woe betide anybody who attempted anything that Kori decided that she disliked - and even with Orin, who was naturally and obviously very primarily dominant in most if not all aspects of his life, she somehow managed to assert a great deal of authority a good 50% of the time. It wasn't a subservient thing or a power thing, of course...they just both liked being "on top," and the friction and competition that caused between them was oftentimes the source of some of their best nights together as they constantly and consistently turned the tables on each other to temporarily gain control. Nights with Kori always kept him on his toes, he'd say that much, and honestly she was probably the only female he trusted enough to let her take that dominant position...he enjoyed strong-willed women, obviously, but it took a certain degree of faith that they wouldn't abuse the power he gave them and he knew that Kori would sooner die than abuse his trust. Hyperbole, perhaps, but the fact remained that he trusted her and as such, was more than willing to let her be in charge as well from time to time...and right at that moment was one of those times; she had instigated the intimacy, and he was more than happy to let her remain on top if it meant feeling her warm, plush, beautiful lips sealed around his shaft.<br><br>He had no doubt that he'd feel many more parts of her before the night was through, but to have Kori's mouth pleasuring him again after so long apart? Well, there was a reason her mouth was possibly his favourite. Not only was she a galaxy-class kisser, but those lips were practically supernaturally gifted in other ways, too. Just feeling them sliding up and down his length in the most basic of techniques was enough to elicit a strained moan from his lips as she sent small tremors of pleasure coursing up his spine...it was going to be a good night indeed, he had no doubt. Of course, her somewhat enthusiastic assertiveness wasn't exactly absent either; as soon as his tongue had begun to pick up the rhythm, he could feel her hips starting to press down against him harder, as if ordering him to redouble his efforts and truly get to work, her voice just confirming what he already assumed; she knew he could do better and harder, and after so long apart was impatient for him to get on with it...they were both, at the end of the day, extremely selfish in a rather oddly considerate way when in bed with somebody...they both wanted and oftentimes needed instant gratification - hence his reluctance to do anything that may disrupt her exquisite blowjob, and her pressure on his face - but also gathered excitement, enjoyment and satisfaction from hearing their partners voices pitched in pleasure...and that's exactly what he heard from Kori; her voice was desperate and a little strained, eager and demanding that he tongue-and-finger-fuck her harder, an order that he dutifully leapt to as he felt his heartrate increase further in his chest at the sound of just how much lust was present in her voice. Further...he took it as a kind of a challenge. She obviously knew about his slightly competitive streak, his tendency to take things as personal challenges and she was obviously attempting to spark it by implying that he needed to do more...but knowing that's what she was doing didn't mean he could resist it. He felt the old indignant competitiveness stirring in his chest, his nails digging into her firm, soft flesh as it did so. She wanted him to tongue-fuck her harder? Well then, that's what he would do.<br><br>He quickly changed tactics pretty much as soon as she started grinding down against him harder begging him to go further...instead of roughly lapping at her folds, he altered his approach to a far more aggressive one by changing the direction of his tongue from up-and-down to directly ahead; that is, he pulled his tongue back into his mouth and then thrust it forwards aggressively, driving it straight past her lips and into her body properly, rolling it up to allow it easier passage before spreading it out again to push her apart a little. Once inside, he dragged it from top to bottom once, twice, three times and then withdrew it sharply before repeating the process, though this time it was performed just a tad faster, having the effect of driving in, spreading out, sliding up then down, then withdrawing again in one smooth, continuous motion. As he did this, his right hand slipped down from where it had been resting on her upper thigh to slide between her legs, just below his mouth, the tips of his fingers gently and teasingly toying with the small section of her entrance that wasn't currently under tongue-assault. He brushed along the slit slowly, then pressed his index and middle fingers against her, forcing them in slowly even as his tongue lapped at the rest of her insides, slowly stretching that as-yet untouched section out as his fingers pressed further in. He came to a halt at the second joint of his index finger, wriggling the tops of said fingers idly as he twisted his hand a little, balling it slowly so that his thumb could comfortably reach that small little bundle of nerves at the top of her sopping wet entrance. He brushed the nail against it briefly, then retreated, sliding his fingers out of her up to the edge of his nails...before he plunged them back in, going a little further and pressing his nail into her clit just a little harder. <br><br>He repeated this several more times, bearing down on her little button harder and more authoritatively with each pass, getting more and more of his fingers inside her with each thrust, his tongue simultaneously becoming faster and rougher, his left hand now cupping and squeezing one of her delightfully soft and firm buttocks as he pulled her hips closer towards him. A sharp, lewd moan vibrated through his tongue and into her core as he felt her suddenly take his cock down her throat, his hips bucking a little as pleasure spiked through his entire body, his brain temporarily overridden with all-consuming lust, desire and pleasure, his cock throbbing with every pass of her luscious plush lips. That was the second thing that he had forgotten; just how simultaneously skilled and eager Kori could get...not that he minded it <em>at all.</em> He matched her newfound insistence and determination with his own, then pushed her further, increasing his speed and force with every moment he spent driving himself inside of her. He hadn't gotten to pleasure or be pleasured by her for the last five long, long years...and he intended to give her an orgasm for every night that they weren't together that they otherwise would have been...needless to say, this was just the beginning of a very, very long night. If they both weren't walking a little funny by the end of it all, then he'd keep going until they were. That's really all that needs to be said.
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