DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 06:25:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NjiUrcF.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> 9:45pm, Friday September 11th 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Downtown, Madam Silk's Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven | Rachel Roth, Michael Carter | Booster Gold<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Theme Song</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNGQiCDKxVM</div></div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Koriand'r and Michael make their plans to visit a club that he had heard of, though neither of them had been there before. Giddily, she flies him down to the street. Unhappily, she crams into the passenger side of his expensive car as they drive to Silk's. Kori, forgetting an Earth custom, buzzes right by the bouncers without paying the typical fee, but it's not every night that an alien supermodel stiffs you, is it?<hr><hr><br>He had told her he'd never been there, but when Michael had mentioned a kink club to her, pitching it as their date for the night, Kori had insisted upon it. They had been standing on the balcony of his grossly opulent penthouse- which she <em>loved</em>- and sharing a drink, watching the sunset and wondering where the night would take them. They both had kept eyeing the plush, comfortable-looking extra-king-sized bed just a room away, but neither wanted to waste an opportune Friday night on sex. Or rather, <em>just</em> sex. After she had grabbed him roughly by the collar and kissed him once on each cheek and three times on the lips, Michael had suggested they take the elevator down to his car, but Kori had grabbed him up like a baby within her arms and leaped from his balcony, shooting down towards the street in a streamer of fire, princess Koriand'r laughing almost manically as the force of their fall forced the small human man's face between her breasts.<br><br>Not long after, Kori found herself somewhat grumpy, wishing he would have let her fly the both of them to Madame Silk's. His car was hideously expensive and beautiful, but so many of these seven-figure sports convertibles were not designed with a 6'4", extremely leggy alien model in mind. <strong>"Michael, drive faster,"</strong> she kept pouting, her knees almost into her chest. Kori kept one hand on his thigh the entire time, giving him an affectionate squeeze every few moments or so. She had known Michael for most of her entire time on Earth, though he had been a part of the Justice League, and not the Titans, like she had been. Koriand'r had not spent much time among Booster Gold and his allies, and perhaps Michael had never found his chance with the notoriously flirtatious and open Koriand'r perhaps because of the bedroom eyes she had always seemed to have for Superman whenever she visited their base of operations. But Kal-El had passed away, to her greatest sadness, and Koriand'r somehow had more confidence as a fully bloomed and sexually liberated young woman. She had always found him cute from a distance, so Michael was one of the ones she had sought out upon returning to Gotham earlier that week, hoping to rekindle a friendship.<br><br>Finally, they stopped in front of the club, and she nearly ripped the door off of its handle, desperate to be on her feet again. There were a couple of burly bouncers out front who were treated to the sight of the magnificent Tamaranean's long, smooth, bronze legs as her silver-strapped heels hit the ground with a click. Despite her severe height in comparison to the speedy vehicle that practically hugged the pavement, Koriand'r stood up gracefully; Wearing a tight, purple dress, (http://i.imgur.com/qqficrL.jpg) that shimmered brightly beneath the neon sign that advertised the club in mauve, white and black lights, Koriand'r didn't bother to pay a fee to get through as she and Michael, hand-in-hand, entered Madam Silk's. It wasn't because she wanted to stiff them, but Koriand'r always forgot such things like gratuities and entrance fees. <em>I'll never understand capitalism!</em> <br><br>When Koriand'r and Michael had made their plans to go out, they hadn't fully understood the concept of a 'kink club', and they were both in for a surprise as they found themselves looking at the center stage...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 14:53:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://spaceofentropy.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/ksenia-solo-lost-girl-33274964-1280-998.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 11th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Koriand'r, Michael Carter<br><hr><br>The bouncers at the door could hardly be blamed for reacting as they did. Or, for that matter, <em>not</em> reacting, as the utterly gorgeous princess breezed by them without paying the entry fee. After all, the club was largely considered a gentleman's club. It was a very rare night that woman came to them seeking entertainment, and even rarer than a man brought what seemed to be a date there.<br><br>It wasn't typically a spot for couples to spend time with each other, after all...<br><br>And the minute that Madam Silk, the owner of the establishment, a very attractive blonde woman that was maybe a foot shorter than the Tamaranean princess but just as beautiful, saw her most recent guest...Oh, she just had to know if the woman was looking for employment...<br><br>But the club had a relatively small crowd. A dozen or so people at best, giving the main lounge area a bit of a homey, comfortable feel. The brand new furniture, expensive an dark, with the dim lighting to give an air of anonymity, almost was there to tempt people to have..."fun." Kori was the only woman to be seen, though, aside from the madam and her girl's. And, placed around the room, an unobtrusive but robust security force. It was only a week ago that a mafia hit team had stormed into the club, after all, seeking to kill one of the patrons. It was by luck that Madam Silk had a meta-human on staff, and that her client for the night had been a masked vigilante as well. So the worst that had happened was property damage and a blow to her reputation, and that was something that Madam Silk would not tolerate at all...Slowly, though, she was recovering.<br><br>The scene on stage was helping with that...<br><br>Rachel Roth, an almost unearthly pale, stunning vixen with long, raven-colored hair, was on stage. Dressed in a tight leather outfit that highlighted her exceptional body, and yet somehow still protected her modesty, she demanded all attention just with the way she held herself. The stage was hers, the power was hers...Standing just shy of a foot shorter than the princess as well, she was just as beautiful, if in other ways. Her features were a bit stronger, sharper, though her body just as full and feminine. There was an air of something almost dark about her that just made her all the more tempting...Very few knew that such was the demon blood running in her veins, given to her by her father, the lord of Hell himself. Trigon. Satan. Lucifer...The First of the Fallen. Oh how she hated him...<br><br>And it was that hatred she took out on the woman on stage with her. A slender, beautiful brunette, that...If she wasn't on stage with Raven, would have been the most beautiful human woman many there would have seen. She wore a slave fetish outfit, that just barely covered the essentials, along with a collar around her neck. She and Rachel were in an odd, surreal dance...The brunette was pole dancing, while Rachel watched, and stalked along the sides of the stage. Occasionally, at just the perfect moments to the music, she would step in--just as the brunette seemed to be building herself up, getting cocky, full of herself. An aggressive kiss, a pull on the hair, being forced back into her place followed...Raven would pin her to the pole, a hand around her throat, choking her as they kiss while the girl's legs would wrap around her. And then the two would just dance away, and the show continued...In those moments when the brunette danced, it was hard to keep attention on Rachel, as she seemed to will everyone to look at the young woman that, it was clear, belonged to <em>her</em>.<br><br>Rachel's eyes would land on the princess, though, soon after she walked in. Her head would tilt slightly, as if gauging the woman up...The faintest, the most teasing, and promising of smirks twitched at her lips, flirting unashamedly and provocatively with the alien with her eyes before turning her attention back to her pet. It had to be made known to Koriand'r, after all, that she would find just as pleasurable a time here as well, if she wanted to seek it out...<br><br>Not all was quite right in the club, though. A large, rather powerfully built man was sitting at one of the couches closest to the stage. He was alone, dressed in an expensive suit that would rival Michael's, with short cropped black hair...He looked like he all but lived in a gym, though, with his musculature. He had to be compensating for something, right? He was complaining in loud whispers to the friends with him about how much of a tease Rachel was, Raven he called her, and it seemed to be a fitting stage name...She was just a damned bitch that never let him bang her!<br><br>There was also a rather...twitchy fellow, that abruptly stood up, and moved off to the back rooms, staggering and stumbling around as if he were drunk. Two of the security guards made to follow him, but were stopped by something, as they just looked at another patron. The man stood and turned to follow after...and promptly walked right into Koriand'r.<br><br>"Oof, oh, sorry luv..." the blonde man with a distinctive, Liverpool accent said. Wearing a tan trenchcoat, a white shirt with black tie under it, and black dress slacks and matching shoes, he had a certain aloof, cocky, handsome charm about him. He opened his mouth as if to offer her a drink in apology, when he spotted Michael, before just grinning and chuckling, patting them both on the shoulder, "Ballsy, mate, bringing the lady here. Oi, do me a favor? Keep an eye on her. Gotta go see a man about a demon." Winking, he started to head off to the back as well. Well, the bathrooms were back there...Surely it was just a poor euphemism, right? The nod of his head, though, wasn't at Koriand'r when he asked for them to keep an eye on a lady, though. He had nodded towards the dominatrix on stage.<br><br>But he was gone, then, and the show was continuing, the brunette crying out in a gasp of pleasure-filled pain, as Rachel's hand hit her behind hard, as she was bent over a horizontal bar. Rachel was pressed in close behind her, the moves of their dance as suggestive as one might think in that position...<br><br>It was going to be an interesting night indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 19:51:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.spletnik.ru/img/2012/05/natasha/20120510-obama-02.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Michael John Carpenter<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Booster Gold<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Firday, September 11th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven, Starfire<br><hr><br>Michael's head was spinning a little bit, but even he had to admit... he was having a lot of fun. And enjoying himself, which was unusual. Michael had greeted Starfire when he'd heard she returned. While they had never been much more then acquaintances, Michael honestly had few enough of those left. And well... given how few of his acquaintances were Leggy Alien Princess Supermodels... he'd like to bump her up into the 'friend' category. He'd... honestly been pleasantly surprised. More then that. Starfire didn't have any recriminations, and didn't want to talk about the death of her crush. That would of ended with both of them drunk, sad, and angry. A bad combination. Instead? She... actually seemed really pleased to see him. More then pleased. To the point where she and Michael had made their way back to Michael's place. Skeets had flustered about. Michael wished he knew about more Robotics... he could swear the robot was developing a British Accent.<br><br>The day had been going very well, and while Michael's bed was right there... it was a long time before nightfall. And while sex would be great (he was Michael Gold and she was Starfire. No way it could not be great!) honestly, it was a bit earlier for that. Michael would much rather it be a capstone to a great evening. Why? Well... there were a few reasons. One was, he actually did like Starfire. She was a fun person to be around. So he'd like to show her a good time. Two, he'd definitely like it if Starfire was up for round two at some point, and as such showing her a good time was just good sense. So as they stood out on the balcony, Michael had tried to come up with something she would like. He remembered word of a club of an... Erotic club. Given what he knew of Starfire, he was pretty sure she'd have a good time. So he suggested it. The hug and kiss he got as a suggestion said that was, in fact, the case.<br><br>Michael had been a bit nonplussed by the jump off the balcony... though honestly. Being pushed into Starfire breasts? Not good for the fit of his pants, so to speak. The car ride was a lesson... Starfire not really made for his car. Definitely a convertible type girl. Or more likely, flying. Michael just wanted to be himself today though, and while he could just wear the ring, he'd rather drive. Next time, he'd probably use the ring. When they got to the club... Michael watch her breeze past the bouncers... not really blaming them for not trying to stop her. Starfire was the kind of girl you wanted in your club, at all costs. She'd bring in customers by the Dozen, even just in the audience. Michael went for his old standby... marching in like he already belonged. The bouncers, awestruck by Starfire... just kind of watched him. And so Michael breezed into the club as well.<br><br>He didn't give a soft whistle at the show. The two girls were... uhhh amazing. He gave the edge slightly... slightly to Kori. He liked redheads though, so he was biased. He did notice Raven flirting with Kori... though honestly, Booster wasn't really the jealous type. He and Starfire were not exclusive, by any notion. Neither of them were that kind of person. Where (well when) Booster came from... things were more fluid. Exclusivity was fine, as were most things. Just... people need to agree to it. All Booster hoped was that the ladies would let him join in. Thouuuugh... he was getting the sense Raven wouldn't welcome that. He ignored the fellow blustering in the back. It was stupid. Raven wasn't interested... move on. That was life. Chasing after her endlessly when she made it clear it wasn't wanted was just kind of pathetic. The fellow who bumped into Kori did get a look. Starfire was an Alien Superheroine. Dozens of times stronger then him without his suit. But still... rude! Then he made it clear he was probably drunk. And english. Those had a remarkable overlap. Michael watched him go. While Michael knew demons were things (he'd fought them before) he didn't really buy that fellow was on his way to deal with one.<br><br>Michael considered heading after him, but the cry got his eyes back on the stage, Michael having to crack a smile. Well... this wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting, but it was... entertaining wasn't the right word, but somewhere in the ballpark. He cast an eye over at Starfire, making sure she was enjoying herself. After all, he'd brought the redhead here. If she wasn't, Michael would take her someplace else. This was his city (well... it would be his city? Or it was his city for five years now? Who cared.)<br><br>"Having fun?"<br><br>He whispered to her, putting a hand on her thigh so he could bend over to whisper. One, he had no objection to touching Starfire, and two... well, he didn't want to be a rude jackass. The lady on stage was quite talented. Distracting others from it would be in poor taste.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 08:32:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NjiUrcF.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> 9:45pm, Friday September 11th 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Downtown, Madam Silk's Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven | Rachel Roth, Michael Carter | Booster Gold<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> <hr><hr><br>As Koriand'r lead her date into the main room of the club, she gave a brief glance at the rest of her surroundings- Guards, patrons, girls carrying drinks to said patrons- before devoting the rest of her attention to the show on stage. The Tamaranean gasped; The two women were stunning! She crooked her arm within Michael's, and gave his hand a tight squeeze. <strong>"Lovely,"</strong> she breathed, giving Michael an indication that he had definitely made the right choice for them tonight.<br><br>The show was extraordinary, something she had never quite seen before, at least not in person. The irony was that humans, so fussy about who they'd have sex with, and when, and where, had also pioneered types of sexualities that the extremely open Tamaraneans had never considered. 'Leather' was the treated skin of a dead animal, but it looked excellent on the dark-haired woman's body. She did not have much bare skin exposed, unlike the girl dancing the pole, who was barely clothed at all. The way the pale one encroached upon the dancer every few moments... Interrupting her dance to steal a kiss, or to push her back roughly into the metal pole... It was extremely sexy. She wished she knew how to play like this, and wondered if the entire thing was orchestrated between the two of them, or if the partners were just perfect for each other. Koriand'r could only imagine her making a fool of herself if she was in either of their shoes, though dancing on a pole? It came easily to a woman who was not only naturally gifted, but also had learned hundred dances on Tamaran, and dozens more after coming to Earth. At the same time, she wanted to be the one grabbing her partner by the collar and forcing a kiss on her...<br><br>Suddenly, her eyes were locked with the dark-haired one's, and for a moment, she even forgot that Michael was at her side. The leather-clad mistress's ability to seduce with a smoldering look and an inviting smile would have been enough to stoke her desires, even if she was not a naturally lusty Tamaranean. So distracted she was, that Koriand'r didn't even notice a patron rudely complaining about Raven, right in front of the mistress herself. <strong>"I'd like to meet her,"</strong> Kori announced suddenly, loudly enough so that Michael could hear, though she couldn't be sure if Raven herself had picked it up. She thought to make her way to the stage then, she almost ran right into another man; He bore some resemblance to Michael, if she looked past their faces, but the uncanniness was shattered when he politely apologized to her with a cute, English accent. There was something quite charming about him, to the point that Kori chuckled lowly, and said, <strong>"No, my mistake!"</strong> She had actually apologize to him for his accident. The stranger gave each a pat on the shoulder, and announced his business towards the man who had just walked into a door beside them. Koriand'r watched him go, a puzzled look on her expression as he had mentioned something about demons. She turned back to Michael, tilting her head to the side, wondering if she knew what had just happened. Slowly, the confused frown on her lips turned upwards into a smile, nodding enthusiastically as he asked if she had been enjoying herself so far. Casually, Michael put a hand on her leg, and she reached up and touched his cheek, silently letting Michael just how much she was looking forward to later.<br><br>Koriand'r spied an empty, two-person leather couch&nbsp; in front of the stage, beside the one where the complaining man had been seated. She lead Michael to the loveseat, though her eyes were peeled upon the brunette, who was gasping and moaning as she bent over a metal bar and was spanked. Kori sat down beside him, and then immediately draped an arm over him and rested her head on his shoulder, her other hand grasping inside of his suit, feeling his tight chest beneath his clothes. <strong>"Mmm,"</strong> she moaned, vicariously feeling those spankings, especially now that they were so close to the performers. <strong>"Who would you rather be...?"</strong> She whispered to her friend, a gesture of her head towards Raven and her pet. <strong>"Would you like me to spank you tonight? Or will it be you, pushing me against the wall?"</strong> Glancing back up at Raven, Kori took one of her long legs and slung it over the other, giving the beautiful dominatrix something inspiring to look at while she did her show.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 18:24:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thumb7.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/137569/317390735/stock-photo-sexy-dominatrix-woman-in-black-leather-corset-mini-skirt-and-stockings-317390735.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 11th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Koriand'r, Michael Carter<br><hr><br>This was unexpected.<br><br>Rachel was used to sensing all kinds of emotions from the crowd when she performed on stage. And the emotions she felt were often predictable, considering the nature of this club and show. Lust, arousal, happiness...occasionally sadness and depression from those with low confidence who would look and tell themselves they could never be so 'lucky.' She took all those feelings, giving her a chance to have a moment where she could almost feel them herself. Where she could almost believe they were hers. That she was normal, and not a walking threat that would spawn Armageddon and destroy this planet at any moment. Then she would feed those emotions back into the people in the crowd. Those in need of a good time often went off to Madam Silk and rather quickly arranged for private shows or sessions with some of the other girls. The happy ones, typically couples, often rented a private room for themselves, occasionally a girl as well, and enjoyed each other. The sadness she kept, she fed those people better feelings.<br><br>The anger and hateful ones she did nothing with, blocking them and that most dangerous emotion from her mind, as they were not worth her time. It was that mentality that kept her from the possibility of a more modest profession as a counselor or psychiatrist. That, and a degree in that field, anyway.<br><br>But that <em>woman</em>. As her eyes lingered on Koriand'r, the half-human, half-demon was unprepared for the sheer intensity of emotion that came off of her in waves. The returned lust and interest after their eyes met almost hit Rachel like a truck. And, more importantly, and frighteningly, she felt it. Truly felt it. This was no shade of emotion as she was used to. This bronzed goddess truly made her legs quiver, her breath catch in her throat, a heat start in her stomach. And it was certainly no help that the woman and her man came closer, sitting right in front of her...Violet eyes took in every inch of those long, slender legs as they slid over each other. Then they locked onto Koriand'r's eyes again, continuing the wordless seduction. Did she want to come up on stage? There were more bars and poles, after all...Her eyes flicked to the blond man the woman was with, and questioned, maybe she wanted a private room? All three of them? <br><br>The dance on stage became more passioned, as Rachel dealt with the sheer open emotion that the Tamaranean princess held. Her slaps a little hard, the brunette's moans louder, more...involved. When Rachel's head moved, a hand gripping her partner's hair, pulling her head to the side so that she could kiss and nibble along her neck, even as her eyes never left Koriand'r, an energy almost seemed to fill the room as Rachel became a conduit. And, in a rare moment of enjoying herself, a guilty pleasure she was never allowed, he control slipped. The angry man was no longer excluded. And when his lusts flared with his anger, he had enough.<br><br>Before anyone could act, the man had jumped up on stage. Grabbing Raven by the hair he pulled her off of the other woman, then backhanded the brunette away, the force actually spinning her and leaving her dazed and motionless on the stage. A large hand wrapped around Rachel's throat, choking her, her violet eyes bulging wide. When she tried to say something, the grip tightened, and he hit her head back against one of the poles that moments ago she had been dancing around. <br><br><strong>"You're mine tonight, whore..."</strong> the man grunted out, and started to drag the limp and dazed Raven behind the stage. Security was slow to act, the man's companions had stood up to stop and get in their way.<br><br>And Rachel...she felt fear. Her control was broken, her focus gone, too stunned and dazed to summon her powers. She was helpless before a man a foot taller than her and twice her weight in pure muscle. The lights around the stage all briefly glowed much brighter, then shattered, as her emotion-fed powers acted out. Pale hands grasped hopelessly at the grip around her neck, her feet kicked uselessly against the stage as she was dragged away. Panicked, she broke a rule. Violet eyes, filled with the fear of a woman that had known the suffering and abuse that could come at the hands of such a man, turned back to Michael and Koriand'r. Depending on any psychic training they had, they might feel a light push on their minds as Rachel reached out telepathically. And unless they were so deadened to the supernatural that they were immune to such, they would hear a voice.<br><br><em>Help me!</em> it begged. But she had no way of knowing that there were two heroes in her club that night, and that her begging was unnecessary...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 23:58:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.spletnik.ru/img/2012/05/natasha/20120510-obama-02.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Michael John Carpenter<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Booster Gold<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Firday, September 11th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven, Starfire<br><hr><br>Michael gulped at Star's question, bending over, a hand resting on her thigh gently as he whispered in her ear. Michael wasn't about to lose to the beautiful Tameranean. She may come from a libertine culture, but he had 5 centuries of acceptance and sexuality on her. Two could play at this game, princess.<br><br>"Well, honestly, both sound quite fun... but right now, I'm far, far more up for pushing you against a wall and..."<br><br>However, his voice cut off when a loud voice said <strong>"You're Mine Tonight Whore."</strong> Michael had taken his eyes off the stage to flirt with Starfire, and hadn't noticed the guy. When he looked up, he saw Rachel on the ground, a hand on her throat. Michael made a pretty quick assessment. Yes, this was a bondage club. And yes, he could see roleplay like this appealing to some people. But roleplay didn't usually result in lights shattering, and a voice in his head saying 'Help me.' Apparently, the very lovely dominatrix was more then she appeared to be. Michael wasn't unfamiliar with Telepathy. Jonn and M'gann both used it extensively, and Michael recalled how it felt. He looked at Starfire, standing up.<br><br>"Let me handle this."<br><br>To be honest, Michael didn't just say that for Gallantry's sake. He hadn't seen anything from the attacker that indicated he was anything other then a jealous suitor. If Starfire messed up even a little bit, she could kill the guy without intending to. Michael was much less likely to without the suit, and had the lawyers to deal with it if he did (also, if there was even a tiny chance of a threesome, Michael wanted that one the table. ...in more ways then one.) Michael rose from his chair, and fell into a familiar run. It had been a number of years since he'd been on the field, but Michael still remembered how to give a tackle, aiming his shoulder right into the guys center of mask, looking to knock him over and away from Rachel.<br><br>"Hands off the lady, bud. If you would prefer, we could take this outside and discuss it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 08:21:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NjiUrcF.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> 9:45pm, Friday September 11th 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Downtown, Madam Silk's Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven | Rachel Roth, Michael Carter | Booster Gold<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Koriand'r is slow to react, stricken by fear loaned to her from Raven. Then, she follows after Michael; She's coldcocked by one of the other thugs, but breaks his collarbone as she punches him off the stage. Koriand'r sees that Michael is capable of handling the original attacker, and his other comrades hesitate after seeing the Tamaranean easily dispatch one of their men. Unchallenged, Koriand'r goes to Raven's side and seeks to help her, sensing a turmoil of emotions in her.<hr><hr><br>Koriand'r was becoming quickly excited by this place, her strong hands stroking Michael's chest harder and harder, her cheek nuzzling into his side. The entire time, she did not break eye contact with the dark-clad woman; She seemed distracted, not able to take her eyes off of Kori as well, even as she went about her business, glancing back into the Tamaranean's glowing green orbs in between striking her charge and forcing kisses upon her. The girl she was victimizing seemed to love her mistress's increased aggression, catching onto the domme's distraction and even casting a few shy glances at the princess as well. For all of this, it was a shame that Koriand'r did not understand the rules of this place; She had half a heart to join the other women on stage, even if she did not know how to engage with their act, but at the same time, the concept of taking Raven to a private room, to be her <em>client</em>, was unknown to her. Otherwise, it would have happened by now.<br><br>Raven's energy and empathic exertions unknown to her, Kori only knew that she was becoming quickly aroused, clenching her thighs together every few moments, itching the scratch she couldn't, or <em>shouldn't</em> scratch. Humans... Even in a place like this, she doubted that it would be appreciated if she hiked up her skirt and began to play with herself, or if she stripped Michael bare and began to ride him on that couch. It had gotten her into trouble more than once in the past, though not in so long, as she begrudgingly found herself complying with these ridiculous human hang-ups about sex. Even still, it was quickly becoming unbearable... Soon, she would have to decide between dragging Michael back to his condo and riding him until he collapsed, or remaining and falling deeper in lust for the enchanting Raven.<br><br>She was being completely assumed, that when a man stormed the stage, violently throwing Raven's pet to the ground before seizing the mistress and beginning to drag her into backstage, Koriand'r was just as stunned as the woman now being choked, and as slow to react as the security that should have prevented this. The princess sat up straight, and a new emotion was washing through her, one that she should not have felt, as if it were not her own: Fear. Koriand'r could defeat a few normal humans with ease, but she felt herself freeze with inaction; The lights above them shattered into a rain of fine glass, and a desperate wail for help struck her soul, and Koriand'r breathed in sharply, gasping as she was filled with such apprehension unknown to her. Michael did not seem as vulnerable to these overwhelming emotions, as he shot to his feet, and darted quickly down the stage.<br><br>Finally, Kori remembered some bravery, as her boyfriend for the night speared the attacker in the side, the two men going into a sprawl on the ground. The princess, tall with very long legs, took only several long strides after him, intending to assist her lover and the woman she couldn't help but love. So focused, she didn't even see another approaching her from the side, a dark-suited thug associated with the one who had tried to make away with Raven. A ham-sized fist socked Koriand'r across the face with enough force that would have laid a normal woman cold. But Koriand'r hardly flinched; It hardly hurt, though it would still sting ever so slightly afterwards, and her lips curled with a snarl as she turned to face her assailant, who was shocked to see her still standing. Possessed with anger, Koriand'r punched him square in the shoulder with most of her strength. The human not only staggered backwards a dozen feet, clutching his now shattered collarbone, but he fell right off the edge of the stage, and two of his comrades hesitated and ultimately decided not to rush Koriand'r as well.<br><br>The man that has been struggling against Michael was losing ever so slightly; The gangster was an impressive physical specimen, but Michael was no slouch either, despite the fact that he had such a wonderful selection of toys to go with his futuristic suit that made it almost unnecessary for him to train as well as he did. She trusted him to win, focusing on the stricken girl with the dark hair. There was an intense look about her, one that Kori could never comprehend. Pain, hatred, fear, anger. The princess's heart broke just at the sight of such beautiful features twisting. And as Koriand'r so often did, when she was faced with a man or woman in suffering, she comforted them.<br><br>She knelt beside Raven, placing a hand on the domme's shoulder, the other hand stroking black hair out of her face. <strong>"Are you alright, friend? Tell me he did not harm you too badly,"</strong> she prayed sincerely, concern in her emerald pupils as she was filled with empathy that did not come from Raven's abilities, but was natural to the Tamaranean who possessed such a large, loving heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>13-12-2015, 21:26:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thumb7.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/137569/317390735/stock-photo-sexy-dominatrix-woman-in-black-leather-corset-mini-skirt-and-stockings-317390735.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 11th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Koriand'r, Michael Carter<br><hr><br>The man grunted as someone suddenly tackled him, knocking him off of his prize for the night and sending him tumbling several feet away. He rolled across the stage, and in that span of time she was free to crawl away from the soon-to-be brawl. Her heart was racing in her chest, her eyes wide and unfocused. She struggled to regain her center as fear just continued to grip her. This was her fault...She had let herself become distracted. That woman had just been...she had felt...And now she was endangering everyone. With her focus shattered though there was little she could do, and the lights in the rest of the club all surged and blew out again. <br><br>Raven clenched her eyes shut, pulling her knees to her chest. This wasn't happening...This couldn't be happening. Not now, not after so long. She had to run...She had to get out of there! She had to--<br><br><strong><em>"Are you alright, friend? Tell me he did not harm you too badly."</em></strong> <br><br>Violet eyes opened again, and Raven could herself looking into the vibrant green orbs of the woman from earlier. She let out a shaky breath, before her eyes drifted to the hand on her shoulder. The concern and sincerity for her well-being from this woman all but flowed into her, like a rival wave crashing against the flood of fear seizing her. She was shaking under the touch, and all she could do was shake her head. <br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I need...I have to get...our of here..."</span> she whispered out, glancing back behind the stage where a short hallway let to a rest and preparation room for those that would be performing. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Help me up..."</span> she asked, her voice wavering, as she clenched her eyes shut again, a soft, pale, and slightly cold hand just gripping the hand on her shoulder and she tried again to reign in the panic.<br><br>Meanwhile...<br><br>The massive man that Michael had tackled stood back to his feet, brushing his suit off. Just growling and glaring at the blond man, he said nothing. So, this welp wanted his woman? Not likely! With a shout he just charged at Michael, a massive hand clenching into a fist and swinging out at the off-duty hero in a wild haymaker. It was obvious this was a man that relied much more on brute strength than any kind of technique.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 06:39:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.spletnik.ru/img/2012/05/natasha/20120510-obama-02.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Michael John Carpenter<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Booster Gold<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Firday, September 11th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven, Starfire<br><hr><br>Michael heard the sound of Kori's punch, rather then seeing it, busy frankly. He just hoped the gent Kori had punched was alright (if he knew that the Gentleman had punched Kori, Michael might have had his feelings shift.&nbsp; Yes he was from the 25th century, but good manners were timeless, and a gentleman did not hit a lady) but he had his hands full with the giant human shaped mass of meat he'd taken to the ground. Michael had sprung to his feet after the tackle, keeping himself between the fellow and Raven. Michael knew it terms of sheer physical power, the fellow hit harder then him. It was a matter of mass. However, as he saw the fellow launch a Haymaker, he had a feeling it wasn't going to matter. Michael wasn't Dick Grayson. he wasn't a black belt. But he wasn't about to get hit by that.<br><br>Michael slipped away from the blow, and kicked out once. Aiming for the fellows kneecap, a nasty blow blow which, if it had the intended effect, would send him to the ground with a dislocated kneecap. Very, very painful. But not permanantly harmful, with adequate care. He wasn't trying to kill or maim the guy, just end this so the police could handle the rest.<br><br>"Kori, love? Take your friend somewhere safe, alright? I'll deal with things out here, and send the cops in when they get here to take her statement."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>17-12-2015, 05:16:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NjiUrcF.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> 9:45pm, Friday September 11th 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Downtown, Madam Silk's Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven | Rachel Roth, Michael Carter | Booster Gold<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Kori, at the urging of Raven and the advice of Booster, takes Raven backstage and finds a dressing room far enough away from the scrum. She lays Raven down on the couch and tries to comfort her, reflecting on her past while she does so. <hr><hr><br>The club was beginning to go absolutely insane; She had felt so in control a minute ago, purring on Michael's chest, watching an erotic scene taking place on stage, and now? The lights that hadn't broken a moment ago were flickering, before they too exploded. The popping of glass, the sound of a fight to her left, the shouts of bouncers grappling with a thug's bodyguards a frenzy in her ears. The woman she was clutching felt weak and out of it as she groaned about needing to be away from the madness and carnage, and glowing green eyes bobbed up and down through the relative darkness, the alien completely agreeing with the erotic dancer. She was bidden to help Raven up, but Koriand'r took that a step further, and slid an arm beneath the woman's knees and proceeded to effortlessly lift her up like a bride, putting her back between Raven and the thug. Her lover for the night bade her to make off with Raven, and she gave a firm nod of agreement, long legs carrying the two of them quickly towards the doorway previously indicated, her friend providing an adequate distraction. <br><br>As the entered the hallway and ventured deeper into the building, the din of brawling men grew quieter and quieter; Kori was pleased that the obsessive goon that had started all of this was too busy to pursue, and she'd have toe specially thank Michael later on for his selfless act. She wasn't particularly worried about him though; The pale, chilly, trembling woman in her arms had been her focus as soon as she had entered this building, and doubly so now that she seemed quite shaken by what had happened. Kori maneuvered around a corner before finding what Kori recognized as a dressing room, one wall lined with a long, well-lit mirror and counter, the other with a few comfortable chairs, a couch, and some metal lockers. Kori did not quibble between her choices for long, gently depositing Raven onto the (fittingly) black leather couch, so that her head rested gently upon the arm.<br><br>Now, she was faced with a decision; Return to the main stage and help return order to the building, or look after Raven for a moment. The previous allure to get Raven alone was still there, though it was doubled with a curiosity... There was something extraordinary about her. Between her sexual magnetism, and the coincidence of the electricity going haywire as she was assaulted, Koriand'r decided she must stay, comfort Raven, and if offered, learn more about this curious human.<br><br>Kneeling beside the couch now, Koriand'r took Raven's hand in her own, large palms clasping over hers, hot as a furnace. <strong>"You're so cold, love. What can I do to help you?"</strong> Kori had a large heart, and her offer was genuine, her eagerness to assist and nurture practically bleeding out of her. Koriand'r had never fought crime with relish; She enjoyed having fun on her own terms, but had also always found great pleasure in the service of others. During the Atlantean civil war, she had helped Orin and his people primarily by caring for the wounded, the sick, the dying.&nbsp; It was an unenviable task for any, but Kori seemed good for the job, as her indomitable enthusiasm helped those in great pain or worse, as they prepared to pass. It had been sorrowful... During her periods of deep depression and drug abuse, she often considered those slaughtered Atlanteans, but she would have done it all the same. And here she was, eager to fill the same role, to help and heal this damaged creature. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: The Odd Couples (Tackyhillbilly, Ace Flyer, Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>17-12-2015, 19:35:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thumb7.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/137569/317390735/stock-photo-sexy-dominatrix-woman-in-black-leather-corset-mini-skirt-and-stockings-317390735.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 11th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Koriand'r, Michael Carter<br><hr><br>The thug had been in more than enough brawls to know how to defend himself. And he had faced plucky youngsters that thought they knew some fancy moves before as well. As the kick flew towards his knee, he shifted his weight and lifted that leg, catching the kick on his shin. Just as painful, more or less, but keeping the ability for him to walk and stand. <br><br><strong>"You think your moves will help you, blondie?"</strong> the thug spat out, face red and contorted with pure, primal rage. Steroid rage, perhaps? He was certainly big enough that it was a possibility. Another wild haymaker was thrown out at Michael, then another, trying to knock this annoying blonde out of his way so he could get to his prize.<br><br>That was when he saw the oddly colored woman picking up his prize and taking her away...<br><br><strong>"No!</strong> he shouted, and lunged at Michael, trying to grab him and throw him out of the way so he could chase the two.<br><br><div align="center">___~~~___</div><br>Raven felt weak. She felt pathetic. She felt like a child again...As Koriand'r picked her up, which wasn't what she had intended but would have no choice but to accept, slender, lightly toned, pale arms wrapped around the woman's neck. The mistress curled in on herself against the woman's warm body, her head falling to rest against her neck.<br><br>She could remember her mother carrying her like this. It was so long ago now it almost felt like a lifetime...It practically was. So much had happened since then, she had changed to an extent that it might as well have been another life. What she wouldn't give to return to Azarath. So see her mother again, to hear her voice, to be held like this again and told everything would be okay. Even if it was just a lie. But such was impossible. And knowing it was impossible made it hurt all the more what she was feeling and reading from this woman. The compassion, the concern, the nurturing nature...It stung Raven almost as much as the fear. If the woman knew the truth, Raven was certain, she would never be here. Fate was merely mocking her by allowing her to feel this.<br><br>So much for being a powerful, in control woman, as she had appeared to be on stage...<br><br>Raven trembled against Kori's body, and again when she was laid down on the bed. She started to curl into a ball when the woman took one of her hands in her own much warmer ones, and for a moment, she wished she could curl into that warmth again. To just let go, and be held, and drop all the fronts and walls and barrier she had built...<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"There...is no helping me..."</span> she said instead, withdrawing further into herself, a part of her simply afraid of this woman and what she was so freely offering, as set in her belief as she was that she was meant to be alone and abandoned by everyone. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I just...need a moment...You should go help your boyfriend..."</span> Letting out a shuddering breath, she closed her eyes, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos..."</span> she chanted faintly, to try and focus herself again, as the gem in her forehead started to glow slightly. 
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