My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko & Michi)
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				Title: <strong>My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 03:18:57</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/210/a/1/x_men_first_class___azazel_by_aaorin-d422tzq.jpg)</div><br>The Second World War had ended nearly two decades ago, but the scars from it still covered the Earth. The sixties were starting and the world was trying to break free of the restrictions once placed on the everyday world by rigid traditions. Music was changing dramatically, as was womens clothing. Never before had so many young women been free to show off their legs in public without fear of being deemed a prostitute. Women were even permitted to cut their hair short and it was not uncommon to see them out and about at night on their own. But things didn't stop there. No. There were hundreds of changes going on in the world. It was hardly a time of peace, but many were pushing for that.<br><br>Of course, there were those that didn't believe peace could ever come to humanity. Then there were those that didn't want peace. One such group known to the United States Government was the Hellfire Club. A group of supposed Russian spies sent to American soil in order to steal their secrets. In the post-war world, that was what everyone believed about anyone. It was hard to get away from the suspicions once they started and it was impossible to should one deny it.<br><br>This was untrue, as many allegations against groups of people are, but not too far. The Hellfire Club did desire to cause a form of chaos and did receive a lot of it's information through underhanded means. But they had a much bigger goal in mind. They wished for the world to evolve. They believed that when a species evolves that it is given the right to wipe out the weaker ones. Their biggest secret was that they were the evolved ones. Humans that had managed to surpass the genetic barriers that kept back the rest of humanity.<br><br>While the members of the Club consisted of nothing more than four unusually powerful people, the physical club itself was a large place consisting of one floor level nightclub usually entertaining the richest of the United States with beautiful women, lots of booze, and anything else they were willing to pay for. What better cover for a club than to be a club? They hosted all sorts of events. Everything from their more seedy lingerie parties to simple art shows.<br><br>This was all a distraction for what took place in the lower levels of the club. The four club members weren't just strange people. They were genetic mutants. An evolved species of human. Each of them drastically different from not only humanity, but each other too. It had taken years to get just the right people together and they were willing to search for others to join their cause. They also sought to provide a safe haven for others like themselves. A place where they could gather together and be who they were without fear.<br><br>As with many outcasted creatures, it became quickly apparent to the club that mutants tended to have high levels of frustration and that was easily relieved by fighting. None of them had anything against fighting. They soon started hosting monthly fight nights. All entries had to be mutants and the biggest draw for the contestants was the prize money. A lot of money.<br><br>Tonight had a rather big turn out. The well padded walls of the basement room were spotted with lights. The ring in the center was fairly standard in appearances, but the crowd around it was far from normal. Many looked like everyday people and some even were, but a few here and there were...different. Skin tones not ordinary to humans. Hair colors not found in nature. Tails. Ear. Even wings and some extra limbs. It was practically a circus freak show.<br><br>High above the crowd was what most would call the VIP box. Inside were the four members of the Hellfire Club in all their glory. Shaw, the handsome leader with cocky look upon his face. Frost, dressed in barely anything more than a bra and mini skirt with her blond hair placed perfectly. Quested, the well dressed and silent follower. And, finally, Azazel, the red skinned demon of the Club. Many saw these four around, but very few knew their names and were too fearful of them to approach them. All that mattered was that they paid their prize money in cash. More cash than many of these mutants had seen in their lives.<br><br>"This lot is terrible. It's the final match and there's barely even been any blood shed," Frost made her usual comments.<br><br>"We're not looking for blood, Emma. We're supposed to be looking for good candidates," which is what Shaw always said and Quested was ever silent.<br><br>Red smoke filled the room for a moment and what could only be described as a <em>BAMF</em> sound rang out as Azazel moved from his place in the back of the room to the box window, "Я не знаю. Некоторые, кажется, не так уж плохо. Это могло быть гораздо хуже. Я вижу много, которые могли бы быть полезными."<br><br>"Remember your English, Azazel...You're just looking for another girl. What do you do with all them? Without the gritty details, please, I don't need to lose my dinner thinking about it."<br><br>"I said 'I don't know. Some do not seem so bad. It could be much worse. I see many that could be of value'...Learn your Russian, Frost," he snipped back before turning his eyes back to the arena, "What I do with women is no business of yours...Сука."<br><br>The blond woman's eyes narrowed for a moment, "I know that word in every language. Don't call me it again," she went to stand, but was settled down by Shaw.<br><br>"Calm down you two and watch the fight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 06:48:51</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dX7ed950FBI/TIalkxA1zvI/AAAAAAAABLk/_ueJbAT-Zrg/s1600/marrow.jpg) (http://images.wikia.com/psychoandy/images/6/6e/Marrow.jpg)</div><hr><br>The flyer had been too good to resist.&nbsp; It wasn’t as if she had that many options.&nbsp; Though the world was changing, it had only gone so far and people like Sarah were not enjoying the kind of liberation and freedom that many others were fortunate enough to be discovering.&nbsp; There was no way that her differences could be explained away by the awakening counterculture or an unusual fashion sense, and clothing could only cover so much.&nbsp; There was no way that she could disguise all the ways she was different from the rest of the population.&nbsp; Her differences were about more than the color of her skin, and they forced her to hide deep under the city, only daring to come out under the cover of night.&nbsp; On the streets she was a monster.&nbsp; But the flyer from the Hellfire club promised something different.&nbsp; <br><br>There wasn’t a single mutant hiding out from the watchful eyes of the people of New York who didn’t know the Hellfire Club.&nbsp; They all knew what it offered.&nbsp; It was more than an opportunity for employment, a place to make an honest – or slightly less than honest – living.&nbsp; It provided a chance for the one thing they all craved: acceptance.&nbsp; Inside the Club there was no judgment.&nbsp; No one stared or pointed, or called out names.&nbsp; Instead, they were treated as normal.&nbsp; No, more than normal.&nbsp; Advanced.&nbsp; Evolved.&nbsp; Chosen, even.<br><br>It was hard, however, standing in the sweat filled fight club in the Club’s basement, looking around at the assembled throng, at both the people like her there to fight for the chance at more money than most would see in their lifetimes, at the wealthy that were there to watch – and bet on the outcomes – and see the progress or believe the hype.&nbsp; All Sarah could see was desperation on one side, and privilege on the other.&nbsp; And within the group standing around, waiting their turn to take a turn on the stage and dance like trained monkeys for the elite, there was a line drawn between those like her – cursed with an obvious physical difference that declared their genetic status for all to see – and those that could pass for human.&nbsp; <br><br>Sarah hated the passers.&nbsp; She hated their sense of superiority.&nbsp; She hated the way they looked down on those that couldn’t pass.&nbsp; But most of all, she hated their pretty, pretty faces.&nbsp; <br><br>When she came to the Hellfire Club earlier in the evening, she hadn’t initially intended on throwing in her lot with the rest of the contenders.&nbsp; But the minute she watched a passer beat the crap out of a poor blue-skinned boy with webbed fingers and what clearly had to be gills behind his ears, she marched right up to the pit boss and insisted he let her fight.&nbsp; As one of only three women there willing to get into the ring, he willingly obliged her, and sent her in.&nbsp; And, dressed in a pair of black jeans that were more thread than fabric, a gray hoodie that was just as threadbare and with a pair of worn black leather jack boots that could really only be called boots because they vaguely resembled said footgear at some point in their life, she plowed through the competition, hood pulled down low over her head to hide most of her face.&nbsp; <br><br>It was then that things turned nasty.&nbsp; <br><br>Inside the ring, the pit boss was riling up the crowd in an effort to get them to bet and bet high.&nbsp; Sarah stood on one side of the ring, tall, wiry and dressed as she was, looking more like a boy than anything else.&nbsp; On the other side was her opponent, taller by a head, stripped to the waist, well-muscled, and with dark skin that glistened in the light of the room.&nbsp; The very man that had beaten the blue boy to within an inch of his life earlier in the evening. <br><br>“I think you should take that thing off, bitch,” her reptilian partner said, over the murmur of the crowd.&nbsp; “I can’t tell if yer a boy or a girl in that get up.”<br><br>“I don’t give a fuck what you think, asshole,” Sarah replied.&nbsp; <br><br>The man moved closer, craning his head to look at her hands, the only clearly exposed area of skin on her body; eyes narrowing at the way it looked as if her knuckles were exposed, bone protruding through ripped skin.&nbsp; <br><br>“Whatsammatter baby, you hurt yourself?” he asked, leaning in for a closer look. <br><br>“Fuck you,” Sarah replied succinctly, lounging against the ring with her elbows on the ropes.&nbsp; <br><br>“You need me to kiss it and make it better?”&nbsp; <br><br>Grinning, Sarah reached up and pushed the hood back from her face.&nbsp; It fell back to reveal a shock of deep magenta hair, shaved short on the sides and standing up straight from her head fore falling over her face, looking as if it had been hacked into its present style with a knife.&nbsp; Lifting her head, she jerked it to one side to toss the sweaty strands out of her face, exposing the line of bright white knobs of bone that marked her forehead along her hairline from ear to ear.&nbsp; <br><br>“What I need you to do, asshole, is pour your goddamn Passer blood out on this mat for what you did to that kid,” Sarah replied, voice low and dark.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>This seemed to strike her opponent as rather funny, as he began to chuckle and smile, showing a set of perfect white teeth that were even paler compared to the hue of his skin.&nbsp; “And I supposed that you’re the one that’s gonna make me bleed,” he said, still laughing.&nbsp; <br><br>“Uh huh,” Sarah replied, smiling back companionably at the larger man.&nbsp; <br><br>“Well, little girl,” the man began, “You can <em>try</em>.&nbsp; But, no one makes Danny bleed.”&nbsp; <br><br>Up until this point, the man had shown no sign of his abilities.&nbsp; But now he lunged forward, and they were all too apparent.&nbsp; Though his body stayed rooted where it was, his arms stretched forward towards the center of the ring, and the woman across from him.&nbsp; One arm picked up the pit boss and tossed him aside, up and over the ring and out into the crowd, while the other snapped forward to wrap around Sarah over and over, like mutant boa constrictor surrounding its prey.&nbsp; With a look of pure delight, Danny picked Sarah up and lifted her into the air, and the crowd went wild.&nbsp; Grin sharpening, at the grimace on Sarah’s face, he then held her there, and began to squeeze.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah however, let her face split into a feral, predatory grin.&nbsp; <br><br>In the blink of an eye, Danny began to scream as his arms erupted in a series of bony spikes that protruded a good six to ten inches from his flesh.&nbsp; As quickly as they shot out, the spikes retreated, and he dropped Sarah to the floor while he tried to reel in his damaged limb.&nbsp; By the time it had returned to his side, it hung there, limp and useless as he growled in pain.&nbsp; <br><br>Getting back to her feet, Sarah glanced pointedly down at the mat and smiled.&nbsp; “Looks to me like that’s your blood on the mat there,” she drawled, with a lopsided smile.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m gonna <em>kill </em> you for that, bitch!” Danny promised, dropping the pit boss and pulling back his undamaged arm.&nbsp; <br><br>“Well, <em>little boy</em>,” Sarah sneered, tossing his words back to him, “you can <em>try</em>.” <br><br>Reaching up, she pulled the remains of her ruined hoodie from her body and tossed it aside.&nbsp; Underneath, the black bra she wore did nothing to conceal what the hoodie had been hiding all along.&nbsp; Across her well-muscled shoulders, riding the edges of her elbows and forearms and hugging her rib cage under her breasts were ridges of hard plates of bone protruding from her skin.&nbsp; It protruded from her hips where they were visible above the waist of her jeans, encircled her wrists and encrusted the surface of her joints like irregular, bony gemstones.&nbsp; It was by far the strangest thing that Danny had ever seen, and Sarah took the opening provided by his gaping to rush in, sliding down onto knees that were suddenly covered with bone to slip under his guard and drive a spike covered elbow into his groin.&nbsp; <br><br>Howling in pain, Danny desperately tried to grab for his injured genitals as he fell to his knees.&nbsp; Sarah responded by driving a now spike encrusted knee into his chest.&nbsp; Her opponent coughed as his ribs broke, spitting out blood onto the mat and Sarah besides.&nbsp; Around them both, the crowd yelled and screamed, urging her to finish him off.&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping back, Sarah watched as Danny tried to get up, scrambling against the ropes behind him for purchase.&nbsp; Staring at his feeble attempt, she reached around behind her back, up over her shoulders to grab two spikes of bone that had begun to protrude from her flesh.&nbsp; Gritting her teeth, she began to pull, easing the long bony shapes out of her body with a wet, sickening schluckt.&nbsp; She brought the two bone blades back up over her shoulders and held them in front of her body, chest rising and falling as her breath heaved before she charged the now standing Danny.&nbsp; <br><br>Running forward, Sarah leapt into the air, driving both feet into the man’s body, knocking him back into the ropes.&nbsp; They stretched under his weight and the force of impact before tossing him back face down on the ring’s floor.&nbsp; Sarah was on him in an instant, straddling Danny as she lifted the two bone blades and drove them into his back, just under his shoulder blades, pinning him to the mat.&nbsp; <br><br>Releasing the bones, Sarah leaned down to grab a handful of his hair, lifting his head to growl in his ear, “The next time you even <em>think </em> about beating one of us up, you remember this moment you goddamn motherfucking <em>passer</em>!&nbsp; Because if happens again, I will hunt you down and fucking <em>kill </em> you, you hear me?”&nbsp; Scowling, she shoved his head back down towards the matt before standing up.&nbsp; Staring down at him, she let the spikes that had graced her knees and elbows retreat back into her body before stepping over him and walking towards the pit boss.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’ll take my money now,” Sarah told him, in a tone that clearly spelled out she wouldn’t take no for an answer.&nbsp; Eyes wide, he simply retrieved an envelope from inside his jacket and passed it over to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing down to peer inside, Sarah looked over the thick stack of bills inside, and then nodded to the man before stepping out of the ring to retrieve the old leather jacket she had left beside.&nbsp; Ignoring the crowd and their various remarks, she then walked through the throng and slipped out of the room and into the hallway that lead to the Club’s back entrance.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 02:16:30</strong>
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				The final fight was getting ready to start. As usual, the pit boss was getting the crowd worked up to try and get as much money in as possible. It was rarely hard to get a lot of bets in. People were always willing to pay good money to watch mutants fight. Some complained that using mutants this way was wrong, but the four owners of the Club assured them that if they didn't let mutants fight for money, then what else work could they get. A job was a job. They got paid and it was no worse than humans fighting. Any mutant fighting was allowed to apply for some other job within the club. Be it stripping, bar tending, cleaning, or anything else the club needed. They didn't do anything here that humans didn't do, with minor exceptions. If a mutant was a fighter, or thought they were, who were they to deny them the chance to show that off? <br><br>Emma huffed a little and let one of her hands change into it's diamond form and began filing her other hand's nails with the diamond tips, "Will they just get on with it? They're both decent fighters, but neither of them are decently skilled enough mutants. Maybe when their older," she'd already decided to write both Sarah and Danny off.<br><br>Picking up the fight list with his free hand, a glass of scotch in the other, Shaw looked it over, "Sarah and Danny. No last names," which was not uncommon. Some either didn't have last names, gave them up, or simply didn't want to put them down, "Neither listed their abilities," which was not a requirement. The surprise was sometimes fun, "Both have plowed through the competition without showing off. I think their both good choices," to which Emma just shrugged.<br><br>"Что ж, посмотрим на что ..." Azazel seemed to be the only one really watching the ring at this point with Shaw and Emma making comments and Riptide playing with his handmade whirlwinds. That snapped the other threes attention to the ring and they watched as Sarah pulled the hood of her sweatshirt off and everyone got a good look under the stadium lights as to what her face was like.<br><br>"English, Aza..." but Emma stopped this time as she got a look at Sarah, "I wonder if that's all over her body. What do you think it is?"<br><br>Shaw squinted a bit as he stood up and moved next to Azazel, "Some sort of armor plating. Don't think I've seen that mutation before," Emma's was a bit different as it was completely controllable, "I'm willing to bet that's part of the reason she's not shown any sign of injury so far. <br><br>The fight started quickly with Danny showing off his ability. The man seemed to go all out at once and was quickly dispatched. Everyone was impressed as Sarah brought the man within an inch of his life and then spared it. Many were disappointed by the woman leaving Danny alive, but it was a good, dramatic ending. There was plenty of blood and the exposing of the rest of her body under the sweatshirt had all four of the Club members standing in front of the glass and watching her with interest, "She's brutal. I like her," Emma's idea on the fight had taken a quick turn as it came to an end.<br><br>Azazel nodded in agreement. For all their fighting, Emma and he did generally agree on things, "So do I," though this was said more to himself. Emma had been right before, he did generally have a lot of women around him. It was not uncommon for him to be seen leading three or four different mutant girls into his room a week. It was, however, uncommon for them to stay there for very long. The idea most had was that if the woman didn't put out for him that he sent them on their way. This was not altogether untrue. While he did take that many into his room during the week, they were women that he'd met sometimes weeks ago. Azazel was rather picky when it came to women.<br><br>As Sarah went for her money, the pit boss gave their window box a glance. With a nod from Shaw, he handed the envelope over to the mutant girl and let her go, "I think we're all in good agreement. Azazel, go."<br><br>Despite hating to be ordered around like a dog, the tailed mutant disappeared into a cloud of red-black smoke only to appear again with that strange <em>BAMF</em> sound in the alley way behind the club. His blue eyes scanned around a moment, taking in the sight of the dark alley and happy for the clouds moving over the moon. It helped to block out much of the light that would expose him to anyone passing by. <br><br>Hearing the club door slamming shut, he moved back into the shadow of the wall and waited for her to come by. Azazel hadn't decided how best to approach her yet, though he'd decided that he would watch her for a bit. No one could blame a mutant for being a little cautious. Plus, he wanted a closer look at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 03:21:56</strong>
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				Thankfully, the Club’s back door wasn’t far from the fight ring, and Sarah was out into the moonless night in just a handful of minutes.&nbsp; Though the final fight had gone a long way towards releasing the pent up anger that had festered under her skin like a bone that wouldn’t come out at Danny’s treatment of the blue boy, she still felt restless, as if there was more waiting underneath to be burned off.&nbsp; It showed in the way she slammed the door behind and stalked out into the alley, boots hitting the grimy pavement in hard, determined steps that carried her away from the Club fast and furious. Grateful for the cover of the night, she flipped up her collar and brushed her hair over her forehead before jamming the envelope full of money in her coat pocket.<br><br>Once she had put a good two blocks between her and the Hellfire Club, Sarah paused just long enough to pull the envelope from her jacket, retrieve the crisp bills inside and then toss the envelope aside.&nbsp; Glancing around to be sure no one was looking or following her, she then bent down to jam the money into the top of one of her boots before moving on, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jeans.&nbsp; In the dim light, with her slim silhouette, she might have been mistaken for a man as she prowled the back alleyways on her way to what she called home.&nbsp; As she walked, her stomach rumbled deeply, protesting the use of calories and minerals she had used up by growing and removing her bones.&nbsp; She needed food, she needed calcium, and she needed it soon.&nbsp; <br><br>Removing a dirty bandana from her pocket, Sarah tied it around her head to disguise the bones that protruded there and then cut across a warehouse lot, heading for a small, locally run grocery store that was known to be tolerant of people from all walks of life.&nbsp; There, she spent some of her earnings on packages of lunch meat, cheese, a bottle of calcium, a gallon of milk and a bottle of bourbon, which she left with the old mutant man curled up against the wall outside.&nbsp; He mumbled his thanks, flashing Sarah a nearly toothless smile before turning to the bottle as she walked away.&nbsp; <br><br>It was about halfway down the next block that Sarah began to get the feeling that something was off.&nbsp; Though she continued moving, grocery bag in hand, she also was instantly on alert.&nbsp; Maybe Danny had a few friends that he’d called in to try and teach her a lesson for beating up their friend.&nbsp; Or maybe, the Hellfire Club intended to take back their money.&nbsp; Either way, they’d be shit out of luck.&nbsp; Sarah didn’t intend to part with the money, and she didn’t take shit from anyone.&nbsp; If Danny’s friend’s thought they could get a little payback, they were sorely mistaken.&nbsp; <br><br>Rounding another corner, Sarah took a chance to glance back over her shoulder, but there was nothing and no one behind her.&nbsp; Still uneasy, she crossed the street, headed for the subway entrance near a newsstand, and ducked down the stairs, taking them two at a time.&nbsp; At the bottom, she took a hard right, speeding up her pace as she approached and then jumped the turnstile.&nbsp; Pressing on, she headed quickly down another flight of stairs and out onto a dirty and deserted platform.&nbsp; <br><br>No trains were there, but Sarah hadn’t come here for the trains.&nbsp; Instead, she dropped over the lip of the platform and began to jog down the tracks, intent on reaching one of the doors that lead to the lower levels and the New York City sewers before her potential pursuers could catch up to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 02:45:56</strong>
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				It was only as he heard the sound of boots on pavement that he realized he'd been too slow in catching her and that she was already ahead of him. It wouldn't have bothered him a bit to just teleport in front of her, but he knew better than to do that. It was one thing to do it in an alley, it was completely different to do it on a public street. Shaw would have his head for it, or at least try to have his head (it was certainly difficult to kill someone that could vanish almost as quickly as people could blink).<br><br>A walk wouldn't kill him anyway. Plus, it gave him a chance to observe her till he could corner her somewhere more private. So far, he was enjoying it. Azazel always found it interesting how mutants like himself managed to move around in the public. While her mutation was somewhat obvious, it wasn't nearly as easy to pick out in a crowd as a man with bright red skin and a tail. Sometimes his public outfits required the stuffing of his tail into his pants and down the back of the leg. It was not only unseemly, but somewhat painful. <br><br>He watched from a comfortable distance, disappearing whenever need be only to come back a moment later. Watched as she went into the store and bought a few things before handing over a bottle of something to an old man. While a 'caring' nature towards humans wasn't something he greatly admired, it did show him that she was willing to help out those in need. She'd also fought to defend the honor of a mutant who was like herself, and himself. That was something he could respect. Her willingness to help a fellow mutant against another mutant was just what they were looking for. Shaw was no fool. He knew that eventually it would come down to having to fight their own kind to make any kind of headway in the world and their plans.<br><br>His following lead him towards the subway. As she headed down the stairs, he simply teleported down and immediately regretted it. Azazel sometimes forgot that the sound of his portal hopping could echo. He was sure it could easily be mistaken for normal noises of the underground, but he quickly hide himself away behind a pillar and waited till he heard her steps on the platform. It didn't surprise him that she was heading underground. It was a common place for mutants with physical mutations to hide out. He couldn't say that he had ever lived in a 'slum', but it wasn't like he'd lived in the best places all his life.<br><br>Finally, he decided it was time to follow on foot. They were alone and it was unlikely that anyone could interrupt them. He jumped off the platform and followed after her, his shoes padding the tracks lightly. The last thing he wanted was to be intentionally creepy, but it was unavoidable. It was better to walk up on her than to just teleport in front of her. At least this way there would be a bit of distance between them for a moment. Tail flicking lightly behind him, he shoved his hands into his pockets and picked up the pace, "Мадам мутанта, Могу ли я поговорить с вами на данный момент?" though Russian was probably not the best way to approach someone so soon after the World War and with the suspicions of 'Russian Spies'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 05:01:53</strong>
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				Inside the tunnels, noises of all kinds were amplified and broadcast far beyond its origins, sometimes making it hard to know how far away an object was from you. This wasn’t so bad if you were simply being followed, as Sarah was now.&nbsp; But it could be devastating if the sounds were emanating from an oncoming train.&nbsp; It was a habit one either learned living down in the tunnels, or you died.&nbsp; And right now, she could hear both the sounds of footsteps and the telltale clattering of the rails that signaled a train was a few hundred yards out of the station.&nbsp; Picking up her pace instinctively, she wondered if her erstwhile stalker heard the sound as well, and recognized it as well.&nbsp; If they didn’t, they be hamburger.&nbsp; <br><br>A few more yards, and Sarah reached one of the first doors, only to find it barred and padlocked.&nbsp; Swearing, she glanced down the tunnel, gauging the distance between herself and the next door along with the steady progress of the oncoming train and the footsteps closing in on her, knowing her hesitation could cost her her life.&nbsp; <br><br>Decision made, Sarah took off at a full run, bag tucked tight under her arm as she moved down into the tunnel.&nbsp; Now, the lights of the approaching subway car could be seen, blinding in the darkness and revealing the trash and disrepair of the tunnel itself along with her goal: the next door.&nbsp; Sarah kept running, finally skidding to a halt as the train rounded the nearest curve.&nbsp; <br><br>“Fuck!”&nbsp; Sarah hissed.&nbsp; This door was locked as well, though thankfully not padlocked like the other.&nbsp; Someone was going to catch some serious shit for locking these goddamn doors!<br><br><em>"Мадам мутанта, Могу ли я поговорить с вами на данный момент?"</em> <br>Snapping her head at the sudden words, Sarah glanced the train and then yanked harder on the doorknob.&nbsp; Crap, how did he get so close?&nbsp; Blinded by the bright light of the train, it was impossible for her to make out any details of the man beyond tall and dark.&nbsp; “Fuck it,” she snarled. <br><br>&nbsp;Stepping back Sarah lifted her booted foot and kicked the door, hard.&nbsp; Under her full force, it flew off the hinges and crashed against the opposite wall.&nbsp; Stepping through as the train’s horn sounded again, she flew to the stairs and launched herself over the railing, falling to the floor two flights below and landing in a crouch with a loud thud.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing up, Sarah started running off into the dark, taking the turns by memory, heading deeper into the tunnels and away from the Russian behind her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 02:38:19</strong>
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				Of course he heard the train coming. It would be stupid of him not to. They were big, loud, and generally bright. Unless someone was loaded out of their mind, he couldn't see how they couldn't notice and react. Just the feel of the ground told him a train was coming. Anyone living in the city should know those sounds and that vibration. Those that didn't deserved to be hit by one, in his opinion.<br><br>The train was getting closer and he watched her kick the door open and disappear into it. As much as Azazel enjoyed a good chase, he knew he could lose her easily in the tunnels. He didn't have time for this anymore. Generally he needed to know where he was going to get there, but sometimes an image of a person was enough to track them down. He was a stronger teleporter than most, for various reasons. He could do things that most with his abilities could never even imagine. He was also a lot stronger and more complex than the other Club members realized. He took orders from Sebastian because he allowed Sebastian to give them to him. For now, the Club served the purpose that he wanted it to. Once that was over with, he'd leave and likely take a few bodies with him.<br><br>He stood in the lights of the oncoming train, ignoring the blaring horn warning him to get off the tracks, eyes closed, focusing on what Sarah had looked like when she was fighting. Once the image of the pinkish haired woman was in his head, he disappeared in a puff of red smoke and found himself in a tunnel. He smirked at what the conductor of the train must be thinking.<br><br>Not seeing the young mutantess near by, he knew she had to at least by close, "Perhaps I should not have spoken in Russian. Please forgive me," he called out to the darkness as he started walking, "I mean no harm. I am a mutant, like you. I saw you fighting in the club. I thought you were rather breathtaking. Your skill in the ring is unmatched by many. Please come out. I only wish to speak with you. If you do not believe me, then at least come out and fight me. I won't stop looking for you and I am a hard person to lose. I will find you, so you might as well come out now. Your only chance at losing me is to knock me out," he spoke loudly, his tail swishing behind him, and all senses alert to his surroundings. <br><br>((OOC: Sorry about the long wait...I've been so...bleh and slow lately...))
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 00:43:16</strong>
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				//OOC - no worries, hun.&nbsp; Sorry for the delay in replying as well.&nbsp; Work's been insanely crazy)<br><hr><br>Sarah slid to a halt and snapped her head around at the sound of her pursuer’s voice in the darkness.&nbsp; Just how the fuck had he been able to get down into the tunnels and so goddamn close to her so fast?! No one but the Morlocks knew the tunnels well enough to do that.&nbsp; Panting, she pressed her back up against the wall of the tunnel as it took a sharp turn to the right, did her best to quite her breathing, and listened as she tried to figure out what to do.&nbsp; She couldn’t afford to drop the groceries she’d bought.&nbsp; After expending so much energy and extruding as much bone as she had in the fight ring, she needed to replenish calories, protein and above all, calcium.&nbsp; Without it, her hyperfast metabolism would start cannibalizing her muscles for fuel, finally putting her into a healing coma as it fed everything to her bones.&nbsp; That was an eventuality she wanted to avoid at all costs.&nbsp; There was nothing worse than waking up like a starved vampire, feeding on your own body.&nbsp; So, while the man talked, she popped the cap on one of the jugs of milk, and began to drain it, gulping down mouthfuls of it like it was water in the desert.&nbsp; For her body, it was. <br><br>A mutant like <em>her</em>?&nbsp; Sarah snorted, highly doubting that. Wiping her mouth on the back of her arm, she took a deep breath and resumed her voracious consumption of the milk, only setting it aside long enough to rip open one of the containers of lunch meat, roll up its contents and wolf it down.&nbsp; Dropping the empty container, she picked up the jug of milk again as she chewed and the man went on about how she’d impressed him.&nbsp; Had anyone ever used the word ‘breathtaking’ to describe her? Maybe in the, you take my breath away because you make me want to vomit, kind of way, but never in the way the man seemed to imply.&nbsp; Snorting and refusing to fall for any of that shit, she downed the last of the milk and tossed it aside.&nbsp; But she did take him on his word on one thing, at least; the promise that he’d find her.&nbsp; <br><br>There were children in the tunnels, children that were even more disfigured than she was.&nbsp; Kids that relied on her and the others that could at least sneak out during the night to get food and clothes and whatever else was needed in order to survive.&nbsp; If he could get so close to her so quickly, then he could get to them.&nbsp; If he’d seen her at the fights, then maybe he was looking for more victims to take a beating while the high and mighty of the Club watched on their posh little passer asses.&nbsp; &nbsp;She couldn’t risk this man finding them.&nbsp; Opening the second jug of milk, she downed almost a third of it and then sent it aside.&nbsp; Quietly, Sarah began to creep around the corner, back the way she came, in the direction of the man’s voice, while she balled up her fists and slowly began to let her knuckles lengthen and expand, transforming them into long, sharp spikes.&nbsp; <br><br>There.&nbsp; Up ahead.&nbsp; There was a hint of movement in the dark.&nbsp; A subtle and swift shifting of black on darker black.&nbsp; What little light sifted down from the train shafts just barely hinted at the shape of a man standing in the tunnel, waiting.&nbsp; <br><br>“All right,” Sarah growled, a low and almost inhuman undercurrent in her voice, “Fight it is.”&nbsp; <br><br>Breaking into a run, Sarah used the movement to gain speed and momentum, and as soon as she was close to her unwelcome follower, she launched herself towards him, hands and their bony accessories pointed like claws where she judged his chest to be.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 00:01:03</strong>
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				Azazel didn't need to know the tunnels to keep close to her. He just had to know where she went. A vague idea of where she was, he could pop in close enough to that location. This is what made him different from other mutants with teleportation abilities. They had to know where they were going, had to have been there. He, on the other hand, didn't need to know exactly where he was going to be able to teleport there. Not to mention there were very few places in the world he hadn't been. A few underground tunnels weren't difficult to deal with.<br><br>He listened carefully and knew he was close to her. Not terribly close, but close enough to hear the sound of her drinking something, "You do not have to believe me about being a mutant. I know what I am and I know what you are. As I told you, I saw you in the club. You were beautiful," most women seemed to respond well to his charming words. Mutant women mostly, likely because they were shunned by most others. It was a bit manipulative, but it worked and got him what he wanted, "I've never seen a woman like you before, мадам Sarah," that was the name she'd used to sign up for the fight and he wondered if it was even her real name.<br><br>The demonic mutant was ready to go on about how heroic and wonderful it was for her to defend the mutant who had been so badly beaten by Danny in the fight, but it seemed she made her choice when he heard the words <em>'...Fight it is...</em> This was a bit unexpected. Most were willing to come right to him, but then again they usually saw him in full light and saw that he was, indeed, a mutant. He heard her moving slowly and knew where she was as she came around the corner, "Fight? Really? I must say, I am very against the idea of hitting a young woman. I'd really rather settle this in a more civilized manner," which was a lie. Azazel was ruthless in a real fight. He was willing to kill anyone in his way. Be it man, woman, or child. He was even willing to kill other mutants should they try to interfere with his goal. But he needed Sarah. He was going to go easy on her and save the harsher stuff for later, "I won't fight you."<br><br>She rushed him and he was amazed with her speed. He allowed her to get close enough to nearly ram those close through his chest before the area was filled with red, sulfur smelling smoke and the <em>BAMF</em> noise was almost covered by the train going by. Not even a moment later, he was standing with his back to her and his tail flicked out, almost playfully, at the back of her head, "Told you that the only way to get me is to knock me out. Charging me will do you no good. Keep doing that and this tunnel will be so filled with sulfur that you will be the one to get knocked out from inhaling it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 06:12:38</strong>
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				//Sorry for the delay.&nbsp; My life is insane at the moment//<br><hr><br>Great, a fucking teleporter.&nbsp; She should have known.&nbsp; He was far too cocky and sure of himself in speaking to her.&nbsp; It should have been obvious that he had a power he thought made him invulnerable and unstoppable.&nbsp; But if he thought the smell he generated with his hops was going to choke her, he was sadly mistaken.&nbsp; Sarah lived in the sewers for fuck’s sake; she’d smelled a hellavu lot worse and inhaled her fair share of methane. He’d have to do a lot better than that.&nbsp; <br><br>But, now that she could see him, cranking her head back over her shoulder after he smacked her in the head with his tail - his goddamn tail – he also wasn’t a motherfucking passer, and that had her attention.&nbsp; In fact, he was more than a little handsome, and even though she didn’t believe for a minute his freaking bullshit about how ‘breathtaking’ she was, it wasn’t often that she had the opportunity to do anything even remotely like flirting.&nbsp; Knock him out?&nbsp; She’d find a way.<br><br>“Won’t fight me, eh?&nbsp; Too bad,” Sarah replied, with not a little bit of cockiness in her own voice as she turned to face him and put a small amount of distance between them, “I like a little bit of foreplay first.”&nbsp; As she spoke, she willed the bone claws sprouting from her fists to withdraw back into her body, leaving not one bit of evidence they had ever existed once her skin closed over them.&nbsp; “But, suffocate?”&nbsp; Her chuckle carried an edge of warning.&nbsp; “I don’t think so.&nbsp; You’ll find I’m remarkably difficult to kill.<br><br>“So, you saw me in the club and now you’re following me,” Sarah said dryly.&nbsp; “What's the matter, nothing good on TV tonight?"&nbsp; Setting her hands on her hips, she stared the red Russian down, smirking at the irony of the two things being part and parcel of the same man.&nbsp; "So, what the fuck do you want? And make it quick.&nbsp; My milk is getting warm.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 03:10:04</strong>
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				//Not a problem. I don't mind waiting.//<br><br><hr><br>Azazel had good reason to be cocky. He was a much more powerful mutant than either her or Shaw seemed to realize. He'd told Shaw he was only in his thirties. In truth, he was several thousand years old. He'd also told Shaw that his abilities were limited to teleporting and sweet talking, when the truth was that he had many more skills. Things that would make him a threat to Shaw and likely make the man try to kill him. Azazel didn't want leadership power just yet. For now, he was willing to let Shaw go about his plans and wait to allow his own to come to fruition. <br><br>Even though he said he didn't wish to fight her, his face showed that he was no stranger to fighting. There were small scars all over it and a long, deep one down one side of his red face. He turned to face her as she said that he would find her remarkably difficult to kill. He doubted that. She might have been a mutant, but she was still human in most ways. He found it to be an extreme rarity for even a mutant to have true immortality. He had it, not that anyone knew, but his was due to the fact that he was not a normal human mutant.<br><br>"I will fight you if I must, but I would prefer not to. I did not come here to fight. I came to speak with you...and I do not watch television," he wasn't sure what TV had to do with anything, "Alright, if you wish for me to make it quick...I'm a member of the Hellfire Club. One of the four top members. I work closely with Mr. Shaw and his group. My abilities make me a great asset to them. I can gather information and bypass security systems and then leave before anyone can detect me. If anyone does find me, I can easily dispatch them. Not many humans can survive a hundred foot fall from the sky after all," he said with a small smile.<br><br>"My skills make me valuable to the group. Watching you fight, I suggested that you would be a wonderful asset too. Your fighting skills are unmatched in our group. Mine could only rival yours due to my ability to dodge without physically moving. If I must say so, you're a much needed personality type for our group. Shaw is cocky and rich. The others are the same. They have no idea what it means to have a hard life. They do not understand what mutants like ourselves must go through. I cannot walk the streets openly for fear of being called a demon or the Devil. My father left my mother because he thought she'd been consorting with demons to conceive me. My mother never came home one day and left me to fend for myself. I'd never been outside before then. She'd always kept me locked in my bedroom till then. It wasn't till I was nearly starved to death that my teleporting ability took affect and I managed to free myself from that room and see that I was alone."<br><br>It was a story he'd told many times and very little of it was true. The only truth in it was that he was called a demon or devil if he walked in the daytime as himself, "The Hellfire Club needs more members like you. Like me. Ones who understand what it is like to be a mutant and alone. Shaw has great plans for the future of our kind. To help ones like us be able to walk in the daylight without being looked down on, but he does not understand how it feels to be looked down on, so how can he be expected to make life better for us when he does not know how hard it is?"<br><br>"So please, as a favor to a mutant that must hide in the dark as you do, come back to the club and speak with us. I might have come on rather strong with my comments earlier, but I did mean them. You are a goddess among ants, but I suppose it is not my place to say that. You cannot fault me for saying it, as words like that tend to have a good reaction towards most women. If you allow me to take you back there, then I promise your milk will not get warm," he smiled lightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 02:40:58</strong>
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				Sarah couldn’t remember the last time anyone had talked so much at her.&nbsp; In fact, she was sure that no one had ever talked to her as much as the man standing before her just had.&nbsp; And not only did he speak to her, he didn’t assume that she was stupid in the process, a definite plus in his favor.&nbsp; However, Sarah also wasn’t naïve, nor was she willing to believe that he was telling her the complete truth – about anything.&nbsp; As far as she knew, he could be feeding her a complete line of bullshit simply to get her back to the Club to do god knew what for Shaw and his cadre of ass-kissing toadies.&nbsp; For all she knew, they’d sent him here just to get their money back.&nbsp; Why the hell should she do him any kind of favor?<br><br>However, despite her misgivings, she knew this man was telling the truth about one thing; he was indeed linked to Shaw and the others in the upper echelons of the Hellfire Club.&nbsp; Tonight wasn’t the first night Sarah had been there, simply the first time she’d participated in the fights. She’d seen him with the others more than once.&nbsp; Maybe ‘with’ wasn’t the correct word, because to her it always seemed like the man in front of her simply tolerated the presence of the others rather truly being part of their group, for whatever reason.&nbsp; So, she didn’t buy for an instant that he was here solely to bring her back to talk to Shaw and his cronies.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m not most women,” Sarah said finally, after a long silence she used to consider his words.&nbsp; It was an understatement.&nbsp; She didn’t trust flattery as far as she could throw a car, which was quite far.<br><br>“A much needed personality type,” she began, chuckling softly as she crossed her arms over her chest and began to walk around her companion.&nbsp; “And what type is that, abrasive?&nbsp; I’ve seen the Ice Queen in action; she’s plenty rough for your little ‘group,’ and Shaw’s not exactly warm and fuzzy. So tell me, what do <em>you </em> get out of my coming back to the Club?&nbsp; Because you don’t strike me as the errand boy type, Mr ... ?”<br><br>Standing behind him now, Sarah closed the distance between them to lean over his shoulder and say, “By the way, I could.&nbsp; Survive a one hundred foot drop.&nbsp; Feel free to test me if you like.”&nbsp; Walking past him, she let her shoulder brush up hard against his.&nbsp; “It wouldn’t be the first time.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 10:44:42</strong>
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				"Abrasive is not the word I would use. Frost is rough, but she isn't like you. Men have always adored her and women will do anything to be like her. Her powers do not make her an outcast on sight like our appearances do. Even some who see her true form do not treat her the way they would us. We have far too many rough personalities. We need someone with a burning passion. Someone who will fight for their kind. I don't mean just mutants, I mean mutants like us. Many of us are weak and unable to fight for ourselves. Like that poor boy tonight. You fought for him and won. He did his best to fight even though everyone knew he would lose. That <em>Passer</em> beat him to the point of death. There was no need to do that, but he did anyway. That is why you beat Danny the way you did. You wanted him to pay for what he'd done to one of his own kind. The personality type I meant was someone strong enough and willing enough to fight our own kind. To defend the ones like us who cannot do it for themselves. Frost and the others can not do that."<br><br>That was something he did somewhat mean honestly. Sometimes it took the killing of their own to make things better for the rest of them. If it meant having to take the life of one of their own, "I am not sure I am explaining myself right. English is not my first language."<br><br>He smiled a little as she brushed his shoulder and told him that she could survive the drop, "My name is Azazel. To let you know, I do not have to ask you to come with me. I could just take you back there without your permission. I am not doing that because my offer to come back and speak with us is sincere. Shaw and the others are serious about the offer. We wish for you to join us. If not join us, then at least hear us out. You can not deny that the humans will find out about our kind and they will reject us. The Hellfire Club wishes to be a force to defend our rights and freedoms when that time comes. Even if you do not join us, I would be interested in hearing if you would be willing to at least help us when the time comes."<br><br>"Will you come speak with us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>31-05-2012, 08:35:22</strong>
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				Sarah resisted the urge to snort and roll her eyes.&nbsp; She had no desire to be <em>anything </em> like Emma Frost, even if men <em>did </em> adore her.&nbsp; She might be beautiful, but eventually that would fade; Sarah however, as a healer, would likely remain ageless for decades if not longer.&nbsp; And even diamonds could be broken.&nbsp; <br><br>“I wanted him to know what it felt like to have your ass handed to you,” Sarah replied, narrowing her eyes when he sneered the word ‘passer,’ just as she would.&nbsp; It was clearly calculated to tempt her, to make her think he felt the same way she did, but she could tell that there was some truth behind it nonetheless.<br><br>“And why can’t they?” Sarah asked, when the man said that Shaw and the others couldn’t defend those mutants who were unable to do so for themselves.&nbsp; She tilted her head as she regarded him, doing her best to read him and sift through the mix of truth and bullshit he was handing her.&nbsp; “Or, you’re explaining it just fine.&nbsp; What you’re really saying is they <em>won’t</em>, right? I’ve seen the people Shaw keeps around him, like the Greek.&nbsp; He and Frost only want the pretty mutants, right? Not the ones like us.&nbsp; Unless they have something powerful to offer, of course.&nbsp; Like you.” Which was beginning to make Sarah suspect that this Azazel wasn’t really here for Shaw's benefit at all.<br><br>“Yes, eventually the flatscans will find out, and we’ll be the new second class citizens on the block.&nbsp; And no, clearly you <em>don’t </em> have to ask,” Sarah agreed, rubbing one hand on the back of her head, sending the bright spikes of her hair in several directions at once as she tried to think things through.&nbsp; “You could just drag me back in a sack if you wanted to, right?&nbsp; And if Shaw <em>wanted </em> you to.”&nbsp; She wasn’t convinced it was the Hellfire Club’s head honcho that wanted her with them at all.&nbsp; It seemed to her that Azazel was far more invested in her answer.&nbsp; The question was, why?&nbsp; Maybe if she went back with him, she’d figure out why it was so important to him.&nbsp; Hell, it wasn’t like she really had a choice in the matter anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>“All right,” Sarah said finally, “I’ll go.&nbsp; But only if you answer my question.&nbsp; You know, the one you conveniently ignored?&nbsp; Crossing her arms over her chest, she locked her gaze with his and stared him down.&nbsp; <br><br>“What do <em>you </em> get out of my going back with you, Azazel?” Sarah asked.&nbsp; “And don’t feed me a mouthful of useless flattery or some other bullshit this time.&nbsp; Give me truth, or I’m outta here, and you really <em>will </em> have to drag me back to your boss... if you can.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-05-2012, 22:27:02</strong>
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				Azazel perked an eyebrow a little as he listened to her, "They will try to help them, but many would not feel comfortable with taking help from someone who is a passer. And yes, some of them wouldn't bother to help. Shaw would never belittle himself to helping someone else. He believes that mutants are the strong species, and he is correct, but he refuses to see that all species have what is considered weaker people. Even some of the passers are the kind they would consider to be weaker because their powers are not that powerful. Shaw only wants the strongest or the ones who will further his cause. Someone needs to protect the ones who cannot protect themselves," and to some extent he did believe this. Azazel only found interest in mutant women who were not passers. It didn't matter much what their abilities were, though he did prefer the stronger ones, but all that mattered was that they were obviously mutant.<br><br>Again, she asked what he got out of her going back, "I am not sure what you mean by useless flattery. Anything I have said to you about my own thoughts about you have been truthful. Perhaps you are not used to someone speaking to you in that manner. But if you do not wish me to speak that way to you, I will try to keep from saying it. Though I do hope you know that you are a wondrous creature."<br><br>"Beyond that...You are strong and a survivor. I saw you fighting and I was impressed. I was the one who told Shaw that you would make a good addition to the group. Truth be told, your fighting was not the only thing I noticed. Your appearance is so different. I find it attractive and I am sick of being the only one in the group who understands what it is like to not fit in. It's one thing to be a mutant, but it is another to look like a mutant. What I get out of you coming back is having someone on my side in the group. At least I hope the things I have said are to your own interest. If not, then at least come for the perks Shaw is willing to offer. Money, food, shelter...and not just for you," there were always other people involved. Sarah was strong and likely the protector of a group. Likely children or at least there would be children involved. Azazel very much preferred when the women he went after weren't a part of a group. They were easier to seduce.<br><br>"How honest do you wish me to be, Sarah? Because you said I cannot use flattery. Is that only to get you back to the club or can I say it from my heart? Because I must say, your fighting was magnificent."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>01-06-2012, 00:38:07</strong>
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				Ah, so she’d been right about Shaw and his little entourage of perfection that followed him around.&nbsp; He didn’t strike her as the type that would help anyone.&nbsp; No, Shaw seemed more like the kind of man that tossed babies into a pool and waited to see which ones would figure out how to swim before they drowned.&nbsp; But, Azazel was right; there were very few obvious mutants that would accept help from one that could pass.&nbsp; In that, his argument that the Club needed more mutants like himself carried the hint of truth.<br><br>She listened to everything else Azazel had to say and tried to make sense of it all.&nbsp; Compliments on her strength and fighting she was used to, but no one had ever called her attractive.&nbsp; She could understand his frustration with being the only obvious mutant in the inner circle of the Club, but, “I don’t need Shaw’s perks,” Sarah rumbled.&nbsp; “I can take care of myself, and only myself.&nbsp; There’s no one else.”&nbsp; Which wasn’t exactly true.&nbsp; There were always others in the sewers, children especially, who were tossed out on their asses when their parents found out what they were, or when they were born, because of what they were, like she herself had been.&nbsp; But there were less, since the attack all those months ago, when she hadn't been able to save more than a handful of them.&nbsp; Not that he needed to know that.&nbsp; <br><br>“I didn’t say you couldn’t use flattery, I said I didn’t want any <em>useless </em> flattery,” Sarah corrected, when Azazel’s words brought her out of her thoughts.&nbsp; “You can say anything you want as long as you mean it, that it’s the truth, and you're not just saying it to get what you want.&nbsp; I’ve had enough lies to last a lifetime.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 19:44:18</strong>
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				"Everyone needs the perks, Sarah. They are not the same for everyone, but everyone needs them. Shaw provides me with something that while I can do on my own, is much easier with his allowance of it," he'd been seducing women for years before joining the Hellfire Club, but the draw of the club brought a large number of women his way. The Club just made things easier for him. What he did with these women was his own business though. There were actually very few physical interactions with most of them. Azazel was surprisingly picky when it came to acts of intimacy once he managed to get them alone and in that state.<br><br>"Why would I say anything unless it was to get what I wanted? Isn't that why anyone speaks? Everyone lies to some extent. While I cannot tell you what Shaw has helped me with, I can tell you that it has been an immense help. He has seen to it that I get what I need and he can do the same for you. Mutants like us, we evolve constantly. Us who cannot pass for human, I have seen many evolve to the point where they are helpless and hopeless. Those who end up unable to move on their own or even touch another person...Shaw may not be able to prevent this from happening to them, but he can make life easier for them. Give them a safe place to live, where they cannot harm anyone else or themselves, yet still be a part of our society...."<br><br>"Your bones...how long till they begin to grow on their own and take over your body? Would you not at least like to see our kind gain some sort of respect and place in the world before that happens? My intentions being my own, you owe it to those like us to do everything you can," he put his hand out to her, "Just come with me. For a few hours. The Club cannot force you to stay, but at least hear us out. Please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 00:36:55</strong>
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				Listening quietly, Sarah was suddenly quite sure of two things.&nbsp; Azazel was not telling her anywhere near the truth, and he would not take no for an answer.&nbsp; If she didn’t agree to go with him, he would track her down no matter where she went tonight, and take her back to the Club with him.&nbsp; Given the two options, she’d much rather walk into the Hellfire Club under her own power than be carried there on anyone’s back.&nbsp; <br><br>“That’s never going to happen,” Sarah said, beginning to chuckle.&nbsp; A few footsteps brought her toe to toe with Azazel. “Oh, I’m evolving all right, just not in the direction you describe.”&nbsp; Slowly, as she spoke, Sarah removed her jacket and began to change in front of his eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Her face was the first thing to transform, shifting and distorting until her skill and jaw were misshapen, half of her face and head covered with bony spikes that pushed through her hair and skin, teeth that were twisted and uneven.&nbsp; Her hands shifted into claws.&nbsp; It was all accompanied by a wet, sinuous sound as the bones grew and split her flesh.&nbsp; “This, is what I <em>used </em> to look like,” Sarah told Azazel with a sense of pride that was far stronger than the revulsion that once colored her opinion of herself.&nbsp; “And my control gets better every day.”&nbsp; Holding his gaze, the bones began to reshape and retreat, slipping back inside her skin just as they’d come out, until only a handful of them remained on her brow and only a line of white dusted her knuckles.&nbsp; “This is the way I <em>choose </em> to look.”&nbsp; <br><br>But, as she watched him, taking in his features – which were intriguing, she had to admit – and his expression, it was his final words that reached inside Sarah and managed to pull on something.&nbsp; The very same thing that made her go out of her way to take care of the others that had no other place to go except the sewers, especially the children. She might not need Shaw’s money or assistance to get by in the world, but she knew plenty that did.&nbsp; How many kids would she be able to help if she just did as Azazel asked?&nbsp; It was very tempting, the idea of some kind of mutant sugar daddy taking care of her every need.&nbsp; &nbsp;In the end, it was an easy decision.&nbsp; <br><br>“All right,” Sarah said.&nbsp; ““I’ll go with you.&nbsp; But <em>only </em> if you guarantee I can leave whenever I want. <em>And </em> if I can get a meal.&nbsp; Steak, and plenty of it, with all the trimmings.&nbsp; I need protein after that fight.&nbsp; As much as I can get.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Reaching out, she slipped her hand into Azazel’s.&nbsp; His skin was warm and dry, and much softer than she’d expected.&nbsp; Giving him a quick nod, and figuring that he would use his powers to transport them back to the Club, Sarah steeled herself for whatever came next.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 18:56:41</strong>
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				The demonic mutant watched silently as she stepped close to him. He didn't flinch and barely blinked as her body started to change. Blue eyes watched as she mutated and her bones forced their way out of her flesh in the most grotesque manner. Before he knew it, one of the most hideous creatures he'd ever seen was standing less than a foot from him. Despite that, Azazel didn't seem phased. He stood as calm and collected as he had before. Just staring at her as she explained that her control got better everyday and that she chose to look the way she did. That was...disappointing.<br><br>Was she ashamed of herself? Was all that self-confidence just a mask for the fact that she would be seen as a monster? Maybe she wasn't the person he'd been looking for. While he didn't want a woman who would over power him in the end, he did want one that had the strength to try. Azazel was brought back out of his thoughts as she gave her conditions, "Of course you can leave whenever you like. It's not like we're going to tell you all the big secrets before you accept or decline our request to join. That would make no sense," he smiled lightly as she took his hand, "And I will personally see to it that you get whatever meal you wish. I am sure the others will have no problem letting you eat."<br><br>"And just so you know, I saw nothing wrong with the way you looked before. Having control does not mean you should have to change how you look," he finally took his gaze off of her and closed his eyes before taking a deep breath, "I have been told this is not the most pleasant experience," exhaling a deep breath, the tunnel was suddenly empty.<br><br>While the trip would be quick for Sarah, Azazel knew what it really was. Normal humans and mutants would see the tunnel and then the club, they wouldn't see what he did. The red mutant opened his eyes and took in the sight of the world around them for barely even a second. The smell of sulfur. The red rocks. The burning lava. This was his true home. The Brimstone Dimension, known to humans as Hell. Frost always complained about the smell of sulfur on his clothing, but she didn't know why he smelled that way. Or why his skin was always so warm. She just assumed it was just a part of his mutation, but it wasn't. It was this hellhole he came from. Sarah wouldn't see any of this though.<br><br>By the time her eyes would be able to focus, they would be standing in front of a round table at the Club. It was the main room where men came to get dances from half dressed young women. Many of the girls were mutants who were able to pass as human. These women provided some of the financing for the Club's mission. The two of them were closed off from sight by a curtain, "Please. Sit," he motioned before moving around the bench seat and to the back wall, "Before I get Mr. Shaw, I was wondering..." he cleared his throat a little before continuing, "...I have not ate today. So I was wondering if I could eat with you after you are finished talking with Mr. Shaw. If nothing else, I could take you wherever you wish to go afterward."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 07:48:08</strong>
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				“That’s because there <em>wasn’t </em> anything wrong with the way I looked,” Sarah replied.&nbsp; “No matter how I choose to look, there’s <em>never </em> anything wrong with it, because it’s <em>my </em> choice, not anyone else’s.&nbsp; I could even look like a little Passer Princess if I wanted to, but I don’t.&nbsp; I don’t <em>have </em> to do anything.&nbsp; Control just makes it easier to use my powers the way I want to, like I did at your Club, and then some.&nbsp; I don’t need your approval for that or anything else.”&nbsp; Did he really think she gave a crap about what anyone thought?&nbsp; <br><br>Watching Azazel take a deep breath, Sarah did the same out of reflex.&nbsp; If the teleporter held his breath, then it was likely she should as well.&nbsp; His warning went in one ear and out the other, but she braced herself all the same.&nbsp; Unpleasant described every day of her life, and if he warned her out of concern for physical discomfort well, she lived with pain every day and with every twitch in her bones.&nbsp; She’d learned to ignore it a long time ago.&nbsp; <br><br>One moment they were in the tunnel and the next?&nbsp; They weren’t.&nbsp; In the blink of an eye, the two of them had traveled all the way back to the Hellfire Club, arriving in a small curtained booth in a part of the building she had never seen, all dressed up in velvet.&nbsp; Sarah had felt a strange reverberation through her body, as if the distance they had traveled was far longer than the few blocks back across town, but rather than feel any true adverse effects from their journey, it had instead invigorated her.&nbsp; Letting out the breath she’d been holding, Sarah whipped her head around to stare at Azazel.&nbsp; <br><br>“Holy <em>shit</em>,” she breathed, taking in one excited breath after another.&nbsp; “That … was fucking <em>awesome</em>!” In fact, it was so exhilarating Sarah wasn’t sure she’d be able to sit as Azazel suggested.&nbsp; Glancing at the bench, she walked towards it and laid a hand on the luxurious upholstery.&nbsp; Though just a small booth, it was all pretty swanky and totally out of her range of experience as well.&nbsp; She was still standing there looking it at it as if it was a strange animal when Azazel spoke again.&nbsp; <br><br>Removing her hand from the chair, Sarah plopped herself down on the bench and stretched out her arms across the back.&nbsp; “Sure, why not,” she said, looking up at him.&nbsp; “It’s your nickel, right?”&nbsp; She could think of a lot of worse things than sharing his company while eating Shaw's food. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 22:15:56</strong>
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				In Azazel's experience, the people he teleported had several reactions. The most common was to throw up. The second to that was a feeling of discomfort for the long distance traveled in a short period of time, many said it was jarring. And the third, the rare one, was excitement. For the person to actually enjoy the teleportation was very uncommon. Even he disliked it much of the time due to the fact that it put him back in his home dimension. The fact that Sarah found the experience exhilarating made him smile a little bit, "I am glad you enjoyed it. Most throw up, at least for the first trip," which was a good enough reason to not want to bring people with him.<br><br>With that, Azazel reached out and took hold of her hand and brought it up to his lips. His blue eyes fixed on her face as he kissed the back of her hand. The red demonic mutant didn't give her a chance to react to his actions as he disappeared. A reddish smoke filled the room momentarily as he disappeared. The fact that he was still holding her hand when he teleported proved that he controlled just who went with him when he disappeared. Merely touching him wasn't enough, at least to an extent. <br><br>It was at least ten minutes before a new man stepped through the curtain and glanced over Sarah, "Hello, Sarah," he was a rather distinctive looking man. Well aged with a small mount of lines on his face, which was long and narrow. Short, light brown hair. Much like Azazel, he was dressed in a black suit with a red shirt. His piercing blue-grey eyes took in Sarah as he walked closer to her and put his hand out, "You did wonderful in that fight. I must say, I was impressed with your abilities. They are rather unique. I've never seen anything like that before," unlike Azazel, this man didn't have warm skin, instead he was rather cold, "My name is Sebastian Shaw and I'm the founder of the Hellfire Club. I assume Azazel explained why you were brought here?"<br><br>"I can't say that every member agrees with myself or Azazel, but you needn't worry about that. No group will ever have one hundred percent of it's members agreeing to anything," he said with a smile before sitting down across from her, "I think it's safe for me to guess that you might have questions...so fire away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 05:10:29</strong>
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				“I’d say that’s a pretty stupid reaction to such a <em>magnificent </em> fucking thrill ride,” Sarah replied with a lopsided grin.&nbsp; “But, it sounds like those other people were pussies, if you ask me.” <br><br>Blinking, Sarah was a bit taken aback by Azazel’s refined and delicate gesture as he locked his gaze on hers and kissed the back of her hand.&nbsp; Never in her experience had anyone treated her the way he was now.&nbsp; But before she could brush it off or make light it of or even pull her hand away he was gone, literally in a puff of red smoke that smelled like the sewers, demonstrating a remarkable amount of control with regards to his ability.&nbsp; She filed that away for future use.&nbsp; Touching him wasn’t enough to tag along when he teleported; Azazel had to want to take you with him for it to happen. <br><br>Blowing out a stream of air, Sarah spent a few moments investigating the private booth before a scantily dressed waitress appeared to ask if she wanted anything to drink.&nbsp; Why the hell not? She thought.&nbsp; It wasn’t as if the alcohol in one glass would impair her abilities in any way.&nbsp; It took an astounding amount of liquor for her to catch even the lightest of buzzes, and it only lasted for a few minutes.&nbsp; Fucking healing factor.&nbsp; Of course, it was highly beneficial in a myriad of other ways, so she wasn’t about to knock it or lament its limitations for more than a few moments.&nbsp; And since the Hellfire Club was rumored to be able to prove anything …&nbsp; <br><br>“Cream,” she said, making the waitress stare at her in curiosity.&nbsp; <br><br>“Just cream?” the woman asked.&nbsp; <br><br>“You got a problem with that, Barbie?”&nbsp; <br><br>“No.”&nbsp; The woman shook her head and left, returning a few moments later with a tall glass that she set in front of Sarah without a word.&nbsp; Now alone with just the faint sound of music and her heartbeats for company, Sarah stretched out in the booth, setting her boots on the seat and stretched out, glass in hand, waiting for Azazel to return.&nbsp; Instead, it was the one and only Sebastian Shaw that walked through the booth’s curtains a few minutes later, dripping even more praise than his henchman had.&nbsp; <br><br>Leaning forward, Sarah took his hand in an iron grip and shook it briefly, though it was far short of her full strength.&nbsp; She had no desire to crush Shaw’s bones.&nbsp; Not yet, anyway.&nbsp; And she had promised Azazel she’d hear the man out.&nbsp; “I know who you are,” she drawled, taking a long pull from the glass, swallowing nearly half its contents in one go.&nbsp; “And yes, he did.&nbsp; I said I’d listen, but I didn’t agree to anything else, just so you know.”<br><br>Questions?&nbsp; Sarah wasn’t sure she had any, really.&nbsp; There was always someone who thought they knew better than anyone else and wanted to run the world their own way.&nbsp; Just look at what was going on between the U.S. and Cuba at the moment.&nbsp; But, there was one thing.&nbsp; Downing the last of the cream, she set the coated glass down on the table and gazed up at the Hellfire Club’s resident major domo.&nbsp; <br><br>“I guess you could sum up everything I’m curious about in one word,” she said drumming her fingers on the fine leather of the back of the booth.&nbsp; “Why?&nbsp; Why, Mr. Shaw.&nbsp; Why now, why me, why any of us.&nbsp; You’re a passer, so why do you need <em>me</em>?&nbsp; Why do you even <em>care </em> about me and the mutants <em>like </em> me?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 05:01:27</strong>
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				Shaw let her speak, though he didn't seem one hundred percent interested in her mentioning that she didn't agree to anything. Either she was with them or against them. That's just the way it was. He would hate to spill the blood of a mutant who was so obviously powerful, but he wasn't against doing it if it came down to it. He would do anything to reach his goals.<br><br>"Why? Well, I wish it were easy to explain, but it's not. I've spent a long time working on this, Sarah. Like all good plans and revolutions, they don't happen over night. When I was a child, there was no one around to help me understand what I was. No one was there to protect me when others realized I was different. My ability allows me to fight against guns, bombs, and things of that nature. I can keep those who are around me safe from those things. Whether I care for them or not isn't the point. The point is that I want to help. Do you think every man in the army is doing it because he cares for every person in the country? No. He does it because he wants to help. He wants to be a hero. He wants to protect the people like himself. Us mutants need to stick together through whatever means we can find."<br><br>Crossing his hands on the table, he continued, "I ask for nothing in return from those I help outside of the main group. The mutants that work here are not my slaves. They are paid for their work. They are given the names of doctors who can help them if they get injured or fall ill. They are given places to live should they need it...but most of all they are given people they can connect with."<br><br>"Every day there are more and more mutants coming to light. It is only a matter of time before the world finds out about us. What do you think they will do when they find us, Sarah? They will round us up and treat the ones who cannot fight back like lab rats. Those that can fight back, like yourself and Azazel will be killed. Imagine someone as powerful, strong, and unique as Azazel laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood because one stray bullet from one of those Homo sapiens guns hit him in the head. There will always be other teleporters, but none that are exactly like him. The beautiful Emma has many talents, some are shared by other mutants, but she is irreplaceable. I bet somewhere in the world there is another with an ability like your own, but that doesn't make you any less important, Sarah."<br><br>"I want to protect our kind. To do that, we need the strongest of our kind to stand up and be prepared to fight should the time come. I care for mutants like you, like Azazel, like myself...because someone has to. Someone has to organize our kind. I'm not asking to rule over anyone," though he did seem to like the sound of his own voice being heard, "I want our kind to take their rightful place in the world. Why should we be denied that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 09:45:06</strong>
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				Though her eyes never left Shaw as he spoke at length – <em>dear <strong>god </strong> the man liked to hear himself speak</em> - Sarah’s expression was composed into a look of casual insouciance.&nbsp; So, he was worried about the state of mutants in the world, was he?&nbsp; She had to admit that the more he said it, the easier it was to believe that he actually meant it.&nbsp; There was certainly some truth in his words.&nbsp; The Hellfire Club was fast becoming a place where mutants could find sanctuary.&nbsp; A large part of the employees were mutants and though the fight club was brutal, it offered a legitimate place for those that couldn’t pass to make a decent amount of money.&nbsp; And, as he said – it offered connections, ones that couldn’t be found elsewhere.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaw was also right that it seemed like more and more mutants were manifesting all the time.&nbsp; Sooner or later they would indeed be found out, and when that happened, it would be good to have a strong and powerful group behind you.&nbsp; Shaw might not care about his fellow mutants as individuals, but he certainly seemed to care about them as mutants like himself. So, he wanted to be the hero of mutant kind?&nbsp; She’d heard rumors about his abilities within the club.&nbsp; If they were true, he definitely had the power to defend people like them.&nbsp; She didn’t really buy the mutant savior idea, but she could certainly agree that mutants needed to stick together if they were to survive.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaw finished speaking and Sarah thought it all through in a handful of heartbeats beating double time in her chest.&nbsp; “All right, I’m in,” she told him. “You said that you don’t ask for anything in return for all these favors outside the main group so, aside from fighting for our kind when needed … what do you expect of <em>me </em> in return for all you’re willing to provide?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 02:45:56</strong>
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				It was always good when things went his way. Sarah was a unique creature and he would have hated to send Azazel after her to kill her. It was one thing for someone to join them and learn about them, but it was another for them to learn about it and refuse to join. Shaw hated for the blood of any mutant to be spilled, but he knew that sacrifices had to be made sometimes. It was just better when they submitted, "I expect from you what I expect from the others. You can live your life either here at the club as Emma and Riptide choose to...or you may go off on your own as Azazel does," Shaw wasn't entirely sure where the red mutant actually lived or what he did when he was not here, but that didn't really matter to him. With Emma around, it was impossible for people to lie to him if they were a traitor, "All I ask is that if I call on you, you come. The reasons can be for various purposes, but given your talents, I think you can expect to be needed for protection and fighting purposes. Same as Azazel, though he handles a lot of information gathering as well."<br><br>"I don't foresee any sort of war starting any time soon, so I think it's safe to say that I don't expect you to be handling anything of that sort. But someday, I will ask for you to fight alongside myself, Emma, Riptide, and Azazel for our kind," and he did have a plan in mind for that day, "I think until that time, you'll be working mostly with Azazel. Emma doesn't care for working with other women and Riptide, well, he likes to work alone. Azazel is the most personable of us all," surprisingly, "He enjoys company."<br><br>"Speaking of Azazel. He mentioned eating with you. Unless you have any more questions, I will go fetch him. I think he's a bit taken with you. Then again, he falls for women easily," Shaw seemed to have no issues with revealing personal details about others, "Not that any seem to last. They always run off and leave him behind.Then again, what woman wouldn't," he said with a smirk. It was hard to tell if he was joking or not, "Anymore questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 08:13:18</strong>
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				“All right,” Sarah replied, once Shaw had spoken.&nbsp; Come when he called, protect and fight.&nbsp; So basically, the same thing she was doing now, looking after those that needed her protection. Though if there ever came a time when Shaw forced her to choose between pulling bodyguard duty for some stuck up passer bitch like Frost or helping out an obvious mutant that needed her help he’d find out where her real priorities lay.&nbsp; And then, given his powers, she’d be fucked, two hearts or not. <br><br>Sarah looked up as Shaw’s voice called her back to the here and now, out of her little spat of mental defiance to pay attention to what he was saying.&nbsp; There was some curiosity about what exactly it what that each of his people did, but since Shaw had apparently decided she’d be working with Azazel, she supposed she’d just ask him.&nbsp; She was surprised, however, to hear that the leader of the Hellfire Club, a fine and well respected institution – and apparently, a small, growing mutant militia – seemed to think that his teleporting lieutenant was somehow taken with her, or would even care in the first place. No one was ever ‘taken’ with her. There was sex in Sarah’s life, and had been for a long time; but all women looked the same in the dark and the peculiarities of her mutation could be ignored in favor of a tight cunt.&nbsp; But there was never anything more than that, and she was used to that fact.&nbsp; And why would Shaw go out of his way to let her know that the teleporter was apparently either a womanizer of the highest degree or a helpless romantic who was taken advantage of by every woman he met, only to cap it all off with a dig that seemed aimed at his appearance, the kind of remark made by passers about obvious mutants every goddamn day?<br><br>And this was the man who was going to be the savior of all mutantkind?&nbsp; The thought, <em>I think we’re seriously <strong>fucked</strong></em>, rose unbidden in Sarah’s mind.&nbsp; “No,” she said aloud, smiling up at Shaw.&nbsp; “But I reserve the right to ask more later.&nbsp; Right now, I believe I’ll collect on Azazel’s promise of a steak, medium rare, with all the trimmings.&nbsp; Make it two.&nbsp; I can use the protein after all those fights downstairs.”&nbsp; She glanced down at the now empty glass on the table between them.&nbsp; “And another one of these, if you don’t mind.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 16:51:28</strong>
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				Shaw glanced at her as she made her demand for food. He'd humour her for now, "Very well," he nodded as he headed out of the curtain and out into the club. If Azazel had promised her something to get her here, then it was up to him to keep that promise. At least it was just food. He could have promised her something ridiculous or expensive. A few steaks wasn't going to break the bank.<br><br>"Azazel," he called out to the red demon. Within seconds, the tailed mutant appeared in a puff of smoke, "She wants her food," the demon nodded lightly, "She's a strong one. Don't screw this up," he warned.<br><br>"Understood," the red skinned mutant smiled before disappearing in a puff of smoke, just as he'd showed up.<br><br>Azazel was willing to obey for the time being. He was willing to let Shaw order him around for now. One day, the mutant man would realize that all his work was useless. Yes, Azazel wanted mutant superiority, but he also wanted to dominate the world himself. If getting to that point involved letting people think he was some sort of lap dog, then so be it. They would regret it one day.<br><br>Sarah only had to sit on her own for as long as it took to made the steaks. He teleported sitting next to her, holding a plate in each hand and his tail wrapped around another glass for her, "Привет снова красиво," he stated with a smile, not bothering to translate for her, "Your food," he set everything down in front of her, "I always enjoy being with a woman who knows how to eat a real meal. So many just want to fit into those tiny skirts and refuse to eat these days. Not that you would have a problem fitting into them," he had a feeling it had something to do with her metabolism and mutation, "Of course, you are not that kind of woman. You are much more suited for clothing meant to fighting ease. It is very attractive."<br><br>"Are you going to be staying here at the club or shall I be taking you back to the sewers? Would it be out of line to say that I am hoping you will be staying here?" not that he was always here. Azazel had a habit of disappearing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 23:42:45</strong>
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				Shaw departed the curtained booth, but Sarah wasn’t naïve enough to think that would be the last of the conversations between them. She was content to let him think she’d obey for now, but she had her own agenda when it came to elevating mutants to their rightful place, and once she’d proven herself to Shaw, she’d make her opinions known. She was smart enough to know now wasn’t the right time. Besides, a little time on her own gave her a&nbsp; few moments to consider just what a mutant like Azazel was doing working for a passer like Shaw – and to wonder what exactly Shaw’s powers were to command so much loyalty from his kind. <br><br>She wasn’t alone for very long, however. It was barely fifteen minutes before Azazel returned, carrying two plates loaded down with steak and all the trimmings as promised, and another glass of milk … carried by his tail. Well, that was interesting, and useful in a fight, no doubt. The Russian went over her head, but the smile did not. It was a rather pleasant smile, she thought, lighting up the man’s face. But Sarah was not really used to being smiled at, so the gestures simply made her wary as she tucked into her food, doing her best not to simply wolf it down in front of Azazel. It had been a hell of a long time since she’d eaten anything so good, and the smell alone was threatening to overwhelm her. She forced herself to cut a realistic, though still not the least bit dainty bite, before shoving it into her mouth while he spoke about the dietary habits of the modern American woman and what kind of outfits they preferred. And, about what kind of outfits <em>she </em> might prefer. <br><br>Was he <em>hitting </em> on her? No, he couldn’t be. <em>Nobody </em> hit on her. At least, nobody that wasn’t desperate, and Azazel was <em>far </em> too handsome to be desperate. <br><br>Swallowing the hastily chewed bite of steak, Sarah reached out for the glass of milk and took a large drink. “I don’t really have a choice,” she said, before setting the glass down and cutting another bite of the perfectly cooked meat. “My mutation makes a lot of demands on my body.&nbsp; I need to eat.&nbsp; A lot.” The second bite went down as smooth as the first, and suddenly, it was impossible to deny just how hungry she was. It took every ounce of control not to gobble the food down in a few huge bites. In the meanwhile, Azazel continued to talk.<br><br>Okay, he was <em>definitely </em> hitting on her. And that hadn't happened for a <em>long </em> time. <br><br>“Staying <em>here</em>?” Sarah said as she gulped down the glass of milk, trying to sound casual. “I didn’t know that was an option.&nbsp; I have people that depend on me in the sewers. People that can’t come above ground.&nbsp; Kids.” She paused to take another bite, chewing as she thought over what was really puzzling her.&nbsp; “Why would you hope I was staying here anyway? This place is full of beautiful women, and you’re …” she gestured at Azazel with one hand, as if that explained everything before turning back to her plate.&nbsp; “You can take your pick, right?” <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>29-09-2013, 19:36:00</strong>
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				The redskinned demon did his best not to smile as she commented about the other women here. Yes, there were plenty of women for him to choose from. But they weren't the type that he wanted. Shaw had employed many mutant women, but all the ones in the upper part of the club were passers. Just beautiful women wear little more than bras and panties. It was enough to get any normal, warm blooded man going, "They are beautiful, but they are not my type. I prefer a woman who is not only proud of what she is, buts like what she is as well. I understand that not all mutations are physical, but...there is something so wonderful about a woman who displays what she is. To be honest with you, I have never been as attracted to a woman as I was with you when you showed me what you look like without controlling yourself. But perhaps I should not be so forward."<br><br>He let a small smile grace his lips for a moment before going back to the subject of where she would stay. Azazel wanted her here, "Yes, that is an option. I fully understand people depending on you. I have people who depend on me as well," though he was certain that the people depending on him were not helpless in the least, "I don't actually stay here myself. Shaw has ways to get a hold of me when I am needed. Unless Shaw has a way to call on you the way he does me, I do not think it would be a good idea for you to be in the sewers. It would be best for you to stay here, close, so that you can be of use to the group."<br><br>"The people who depend on you will understand. They will see that what you are doing is for the good of our people. You can support them from here. Shaw will ensure their safety and if they are in need of you, they know where to come...and anytime you wish to see them, I can take you. Frost stays here, as does Riptide. We are a group, so we must learn to handle each other on a certain level," after all, they couldn't come and go as easily as he could. <br><br>"If you choose not to stay here, then it will likely be me that is to come collect you when needed. Hopefully you will not mind that," his tail moved up and wrapped around her now empty glass, "Would you like more? Of anything?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Neyaphem Love (Kuroneko &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuroneko</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 01:37:55</strong>
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				While she continued eating, Sarah’s brow knot together as Azazel described his reaction to her natural, uncontrolled state, lips parted as she stared at him, trying to figure out just what his angle was.&nbsp; There was no mistaking now that he was flirting with her, or more, coming on to her outright, which was pleasing because he was, she had to admit, quite handsome. But flirting wasn’t quite enough to overcome her suspicious nature. And the more he spoke, the more her suspicions grew. The more it seemed like the plan had been to get her to agree to staying in the Hellfire Club from the beginning and that maybe his flirting was just a means toward that end. <br><br>Staring at the empty glass and then glancing at the now empty plates, Sarah wiped her mouth with her napkin and then shook her head. “No,” she replied. “I think I’m done here.” Tossing the napkin on the table, she leaned back in the booth, regarding Azazel with a considering expression. <br><br>“You know, you and Shaw and the rest of this little group may be mutants, and you may have our interests at heart, including those mutants that look like us, but you don’t know shit about the people that depend on me and what they will or won’t understand,” she told him.&nbsp; “I’ll tell you what they <em>won’t </em> appreciate, me living it up in this chichi club while they sleep in shit in every night, struggling to find food that isn’t rotten or full of maggots.&nbsp; You and me?&nbsp; We’re on the fortunate side of physical mutations.&nbsp; There are people down there that don’t have the luxury of being able to come up here and get me when they need me, and I’m not going to make them. And I sure as hell don’t need a escort taking me back and forth to the tunnels when they need me, so you can get that idea right out of your head. I don’t need a fucking guard dog.” <br><br>Maybe she was making a mistake, potentially pissing off the teleporter, but right now Sarah didn’t care.&nbsp; If she was going to work with these people, it was important they knew what her boundaries were, and she wasn’t going to abandon the Morlocks just because Shaw and Azazel had given her some vague assurances that they’d be taken care of. Other people had said that before and surprise! They were still living in the sewers, barely surviving. They’d given her a home; Sarah would give them her life. <br><br>Sliding out of the booth, she got to her feet, ready to head back home.&nbsp; “Oh, and another thing,” she said, turning back to lean on the table to speak confidentially to the red man. “I’m not here to play up a little mutant fetish for you.&nbsp; This is the way I <em>like </em> to look.&nbsp; Enough bone to be sexy and less bone in … <em>inconvenient </em> places, if you get my drift.&nbsp; Anyway, you're a handsome man.&nbsp; But if you’re really serious with all the compliments and innuendo you’ll respect that. Otherwise, you can just knock it the fuck off.&nbsp; You got that?”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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