Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream & Amberghylles)
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				Title: <strong>Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 03:33:35</strong>
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				The complex was grey.&nbsp; The grey painted cinderblock walls and hard grey carpet was lit by strips of unforgiving fluorescents recessed into the grey drop ceiling.&nbsp; The undecorated walls were broken only by grey metal doors with card readers and thumbprint scanners.&nbsp; Men and women in labcoats and drab suits moved along the halls, watched over by men in plain grey uniforms with guns.&nbsp; It was quiet and somber.&nbsp; In short, the complex looked exactly like the top-secret government research center it was.<br><br>Within one of the data centers, a pair of men stood watching the monitors.&nbsp; There were video feeds of a woman in a gym running on a treadmill.&nbsp; Her lean form was covered in a skintight leotard set with wireless sensors.&nbsp; More, in the form of small white disks, were affixed to her temples and other points along her bare arms and legs.&nbsp; The screens that were not showing her from one of several angles were full of the data they gathered.&nbsp; To the man in the lab coat, it told him that the subject was performing at levels that would have made Olympic athletes cry.&nbsp; The man with him was wearing an expensive suit and to him the numbers meant nothing.&nbsp; He simply listened to the scientist as he explained how much faster and stronger the subject was.&nbsp; He was surprised the man even called his prized subject her rather than it.<br><br>To his eyes, the woman on the screens was most certainly a woman.&nbsp; There were the obvious signs of her feline genetic reconstruction of course, the tail that swayed behind her as she ran and the ears flattened back against her tawny hair were hard to miss while she was dressed in as she was.&nbsp; Less obvious were the eyes, far superior to a human's in dim light or the retractable claws that while most certainly a last resort could tear an unsuspecting man open in seconds.&nbsp; Hearing and smell and tactile senses were all higher than human.&nbsp; Her metabolism made her heal faster and kept her almost unnaturally alert to her surroundings.&nbsp; <br><br>She was exactly what his agency had created the complex to deliver, a huntress.&nbsp; She was a perfect killer.&nbsp; "You're sure there won't be any of the issues we had with project Olympus?"<br><br>"Each of the subjects is a basical a wild animal when their training begins," the scientist answers, "And we keep them separate from each other and monitor their instructors for any signs of attachment or affection in either party.&nbsp; She's got as much empathy as this table."<br><br>"How can you be sure that she will hold up in the field then?&nbsp; Training and doing are very different.&nbsp; I can't have her freaked out by the sight of real blood."<br><br>"Desensitization training, simulations of realistic and graphic combat are included in their training.&nbsp; In addition, they all hunt live prey to heighten their predatory instincts.&nbsp; She won't give gutting a man any more thought than she would eating a mouse."<br><br>"And we can completely control her?"<br><br>The man nodded.&nbsp; "Sub-dermal shock implant.&nbsp; Allows us to knock them out if we need to during the earlier stages of training when they're still mostly feral and later it's used to train them that disobedience is very painful."<br><br>"Well, it certainly sounds impressive.&nbsp; I hope she lives up to the hype."<br><br>"If I might ask, what is her first mission going to be?"<br><br>"We've located the last surviving Olympian."<br><br>"I'll bring her to the briefing room for you."<br><br>---<br><br>The physical exam continued just as it had every week for the past three years.&nbsp; It was not until after she'd showered and dried off that anything unusual occurred.&nbsp; Rather than her usual white cotton leotard, a black jumpsuit of Lycra with reinforced panels of bullet-proof weave and micro-thin resin plates was waiting for her.&nbsp; She had seen and worn it during her training and she'd been told it was what she'd wear when she graduated to field work.&nbsp; And the older man that oversaw her training was there, nodding as she looked over the unusual attire.<br><br>"Get dressed Grace," he told her, "It's time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 04:49:56</strong>
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				Run, run, faster and faster. She knew the drill, to perform at her best at all times, but it wasn't her best that she did here in this tiny walled room, not really, while the training was rigorous her genetics made her restless, too full of energy. On the days that they had tried to do without physical training it had never turned out well, she tended to claw things, not out of anger or any sort of emotion, emotion was something humans had that she didn't, simply out of need to do, to move. Emotions were human's weakness, that was what on the men in the white coats told her. Men in white coats were the ones who told her how she lived, no names though, never names. <br><br>Only she had a name, that she knew. Their names, all the humans who lived around her weren't important, just data to be absorbed. With names came attachments, attachment wasn't allowed. <br><br>Still she wanted outside, wanted the wilderness, that was one weakness, one attachment that she kept to herself and she pictured it as her feet pounded against the treadmill beneath her, lungs filling and emptying in a easy rhythm as if she did no more then job. Instead of the stark neutrality of the facility she was outside, with the wind in her face rather then the filtered air, the scents of the earth and trees and life all around her. That was when she felt most alive, that was when she performed best. But she was here and her second best would outdo what these men expected. <br><br>It was a relief to be done though, for her mind and her tastes, her body still had energy left, eddies of it that would build back up until they put her into workouts, usually at least one fairly intense one before bed. The feline female made her way to the shower undoing the loose tie that had held the mass of her thick hair back from her neck during her work out, sighing in pleasure as she entered the steamy space of the showers. However unlike most females she didn't linger beneath the hot spray, no more then what it needed to be clean, luxury, while craved at times only came when she had earned it. It was just a matter of minutes in the shower before she was down and dried off, using her fingers as a rough comb to try and tame the thickness of her mane, the hair strands a rich honey colored hue touched with deeper browns here and there, naturally a glorious thing. Her hair was probably the thing she disliked the most, impossible to control fully but the men in the white coats insisted she keep it, apparently it would be a good distraction for targets. <br><br>Grace paused, surprised when she left the showers and moved into the dressing area to find the outfit that meant either outdoor training or field work. Her heart stilled, feline intense pale pale green eyes flashing to the man who had over seen her training for the past year. She didn't know his name, knew nothing about him other then that he had a gruff voice and a keen eye. She knew his person but not his personality, it was so simple that way, and she knew in that moment looking at him that if asked she would kill him. <br><br>It was all survival after all. <br><br>Still his few words were all that were needed to summon a smile of feline predatory delight to her elegant features and she moved forward, dropping the towel with no sense of modest as she reached for the jumpsuit. It was only a matter of the space of time it took to breath once before she was in it, efficient and swift beyond what any human could be, she felt her pride soar through her then, savage joy at finally being put to use. Her long hair was caught up then in a high ponytail that gave a good coverage to blending in the ears the same hue as her hair that were clearly not human; her tail fit inside the suit if she wanted it to, making it lay flat against her body with could be handy at times but for now it was left free, an extra for balance. The smile had vanished, disappearing into a look that was determined and yet blank, as blank as the gray walls of the place she had been born in and lived in even now. <br><br>The man nodded once she finished fitting on the knee high boots that went with the outfit and then lead her out of the 'locker' room as the men tended to call it and down several long gray hallways to a door. It was finally here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 05:27:03</strong>
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				Inside was a room with a table and two folding chairs.&nbsp; On the table was a folder and some pictures, as well as a plastic bag that contained a dingy white undershirt.&nbsp; The seat nearest her was empty, the other held an older human male she had not seen before wearing a nice suit.&nbsp; The lab workers did not wear artificial scents, though she'd trained in ignoring them to detect a target in disguise.&nbsp; This man wore something musky, faint enough for a weak human nose but sharp a spicy to her feline senses.&nbsp; And beneath it he wore the random scents of outside.&nbsp; Little hints of where he had been before entering the complex.&nbsp; He nodded to the empty chair as the scientist closed the door and left her alone with this stranger.<br><br>"Grace," he said quietly, "I am going to be your handler in the field.&nbsp; Before you is the data on your target, Spencer Wallace."&nbsp; He gestured to the file and the pictures and the sealed shirt that would no doubt hold his scent for her.&nbsp; The pictures showed a human with short blonde hair and blue eyes.&nbsp; In the older ones he was well-muscled and fit wearing clean uniforms and standing attentive for the photos.&nbsp; There were newer ones, all taken at long range, using night vision, or even lifted from civil sources and of low quality.&nbsp; He was not so clean cut in them, a shadow of beard and a leaner much older face to go with longer hair.&nbsp; It was clearly a man on the run and if this was the best they had, he was good at avoiding being photographed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 05:48:31</strong>
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				Her pale eyes took in the details of the room quickly as she had been trained to, in the space of time it took the human within it to breath once exactly, not that it took her so long to breath but then her heart naturally ran at a faster pace unless she was in deep sleep. Her feet carried her forward, hips swaying with the gait of her walk in a way that was almost nearly always distracting to the newer members of the teams that worked within the facility, she was feline and with that same a natural sensuality she paid no heed to outside of faint amusement when the human males stared. Grace moved to the empty seat trying not to wrinkle her nose at the too overdone scent the handler had chosen; he tried to hard, to choose something like that, that or there was a woman who had chosen it for him who liked to be suffocated in it. <br><br>Her eyes moved to his ring finger. No wedding band. Girlfriend then, if anything. <br><br>She filed that away as well even as she sank down into the chair, not bothering to contain the urge to sprawl and be utterly comfortable in a chair most humans wouldn't enjoy; ah but the glory of her genes. "Nice to meet you, I expect I won't be getting your name but is there a handle you go by? It is rather hard to try and relay information back without a name sometimes." She flashed him a grin then, one that showed that her eye teeth were a little too sharp. Then she reached for the photos, noting the uniform with interest and then glancing at the newer intel, inwardly shaking her head at the amateurs who were stalking him. "Spencer Wallace." She repeated, half to herself, flicking through the file and reading faster then most were able to as well before glancing up at the new man with her too pale and unusual eyes. "What is it you want from this man? Mission basics?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 06:20:45</strong>
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				She was certainly impressive.&nbsp; The man nodded in response to her questions.&nbsp; "You may call me Rutger," he informed her, "Wallace is a deserter from the agency and most likely a traitor to the government.&nbsp; At the very least, he's a dissident putting his personal agenda above the interests of the people.&nbsp; Our primary objective will be to eliminate him.&nbsp; Secondary to that is the recovery or destruction of classified data he stole from the agency when he went rogue."<br><br>"He's been operating within a decommissioned area of industrial seaport.&nbsp; We suspect access to nearby commercial shipping docks may be a factor.&nbsp; It's urban sprawl, nothing but squatters, gangs, and vermin.&nbsp; You will enter at night to increase your chances of remaining undetected, search out where he's hiding and then eliminate him.&nbsp; A clean up and recovery team will enter behind you to secure those files and handle the mess but given his training, there's no way to get a strike team in there without alerting him.&nbsp; That means it's all on you to get in and get the job done quietly."<br><br>"Wallace was recruited into the agency out of black ops.&nbsp; He was part of our elite combat team before he went rogue.&nbsp; What you've been trained to do, he did for over five years.&nbsp; They tell me you're superhuman and I believe them, but do not underestimate this man.&nbsp; He was the best we had and he's been off the grid for over two years."<br><br>"Any more questions?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 07:31:52</strong>
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				Rutger. Rutgers, a university in New Jersey well known for its research, often appealing to the upper classes. Perhaps he had gone there, perhaps he had wanted to. She would likely find out but even if she didn't she didn't care. <br><br>A deserter. Her eyes went back to the pictures, flashing with annoyance at a man foolish enough to do such. The people who created her were ruthless; a rogue would be fun to take down though, a true challenge. Even though it was against training she felt herself get excited at the idea, felt her body coil with eager energy as the thought of a real true fight with something outside of straw dummies and the strongest men they could send against her that sill she had to be careful around. <br><br>"So, basically make it through the gutter people, don't trip any of his warnings and take him out and save a few papers." Grace broke the mission down into simple terms, orienting her brain on it before she straightened from her lounge in the chair and reached for the sealed shirt. Her lips flashed him a feral smile then as she lifted it up. "How thoughtful of you to make it easier for me to know him, though I do warn you I'm no blood hound." She gave a laugh that was half purr, leaning over the table toward him. "Ah, I believe you that he's wicked talented he must be for you to use me but you should keep in mind that I regularly spar with five black ops, at the same time. And as of yet they haven't beaten me or come close."<br><br>She stood, stretching out her agile body and shaking her head, sending the wealth of her hair flying for a moment. "None other then what transportation and when do we leave. But those I'm sure come standard."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 23:03:58</strong>
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				"Not a bloodhound perhaps but I'm told that once you have a person's scent you can't be fooled by disguises.&nbsp; He's no match for you physically, but he is very slippery."<br><br>He rose and moved past her to the door, the flare of pheromones and the glance of his eyes the only betrayal that he noticed the lithe and toned body outlined by her jumpsuit.&nbsp; "I've got a car waiting to take us to a private airfield.&nbsp; We'll met the remainder of the team on the ground and travel to the docks by van.&nbsp; We'll send you in around 4am local time, best chance to catch him unaware."<br><br>He opened the door for her and waited.&nbsp; As a subject, she couldn't pass through any of the complexes doors without an escort. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 06:15:22</strong>
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				Grace arched a delicate brow at the agent, cool disinterest in her features as he moved toward the door and she scented on him his attraction to her, his arousal. Men. She fluidly swayed, more of a stalk, but then that was the way she walked, toward him, toward the door, her body shifting with each movement and the suit did nothing to hide the lean lines of her legs, the toned stomach nor the pert breasts as she gazed up at him. "Well then, I shall just have to make sure to catch the fish the first time around no? And cats do so like fish." <br><br>It was a joke but also a promise. She wouldn't fail. <br><br>She moved through the door, tossing a glance back at him with lidded eyes. "What gear am I being given to take with me into this dock area? And I expect you'll tell me what signals mean what with this team, and tell them to stay out of my way if I'm doing something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 03:48:38</strong>
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				"You'll have a standard tactical loadout.&nbsp; Nonlethal gel rounds for the trash, armor piercing for Wallace himself.&nbsp; The team is purely for clean up and securing the valuables.&nbsp; They will not move in until you've taken Wallace down.&nbsp; This show is all you, Grace."&nbsp; <br><br>---<br><br>The travel was uneventful and quiet.&nbsp; Rutger answered questions but for the most part left her alone with Wallace's file and the intelligence on the area.&nbsp; Unused for years it was a maze of rusted industrial dockfront, slated for redevelopment into housing but the development company had bottomed out and left it to rot just as the lack of shipping had.&nbsp; It was full of the homeless and hopeless dregs taking advantage of the shelter.&nbsp; Wallace had been pinpointed to a warehouse.&nbsp; Loading bays along one side, an office with a door on another wall and a pair of personnel doors on the other.&nbsp; There was only one wall that wasn't a entry or exit option.&nbsp; If her target was alerted, he had plenty of escape routes.&nbsp; The only good point was that it was too far inland to have direct access to the water.<br><br>Soon enough they landed and transferred to vans within the hanger.&nbsp; The ops team all eyed her a little uncertainly but said nothing as they piled into an oversize van with a worn bakery logo across the side.&nbsp; Rutger nodded to a footlocker with her gear as they rode and spent the rest of the trip speaking to the surveillance teams.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>"He's inside," he informed them all once they were parked, "We've got two helicopters on standby and boats ready up and down river.&nbsp; However, all of that should be unnecessary.&nbsp; The plan is simple.&nbsp; Grace infiltrates undetected and neutralizes the target.&nbsp; Then the rest of you sweep in to clear and secure the warehouse so the data collection team can do there job."<br><br>The leader of the ops team eyed Grace and shrugged.&nbsp; "Guess it's ladies first then," he commented as he opened the door and moved back, "My team will be inside the warehouse in under a minute if you need us."<br><br>"I don't believe she's planning to share her fish," Rutger commented with a hint of a smile, "Good hunting Grace."<br><br>The team leader just shook his head and finished moving aside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 07:51:53</strong>
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				There had been little in the way to surprise her or impress her on the trip out to the docks; though she was grateful that Rutger controlled himself so throughly, she could scent the way he thought of her on him and if he had acted on any of it he likely would have come away with a broken hand. She sat neatly in the area given to her, silent and reading over and over the file given to her, regarding the pictures at different angles with her pale eyes and scanning the intel given to her about the layout of the area. It was not a bad mission, there was just a lot of room for mistakes, not her own of course, but others. It would be tricky, even for her and yet she didn't show the eagerness for her first true mission, her first hunt; she was mature, cool and collected, so much that anyone else around her would have never thought she considered tonight like catnip on a silver tray. <br><br>She had been well trained to reveal no excitement, no emotion though, outside of whatever was needed to take care of the mark. <br><br>When they reached the hanger and the op team moved in around her she ignored them largely, opening the footlocker to examine the gear stored there and run through it all making sure she knew everything and that it was up to her normal high standards. She did listen though, one clearly non human ear trained toward the agent though her eyes never lifted from her task. She was aware of the looks she was getting but she ignored them, seemingly completely at ease. <br><br>The van parked and she started to fit her gear into its allotted spaces on her suit, swift and silent. "Ladies are always first." She replied to the commander of the team, flashing him a slight smirking smile to show her tease before she elegantly moved from the van to stalking into the night with a feline grace that most woman would have envied. Her booted feet were soundless though, her eyes adjusting rapidly to the night and she started to run then, her body lean and trim as she swung herself up and over the gate, a flip that would have astonished a Olympic gymnast did nothing to phase her. In, she was on the ground and running, though the term seemed perhaps not adequate, within mere breaths. <br><br>The agent was right about one thing, she had no plan to share her fish once she got her teeth into it. A slight smile, feline and predatory tugged her lips then as she wove her way deeper and deeper into the mix of the wharf, scenting the man out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 06:50:38</strong>
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				The shipyard was a maze and even able to see clearly in the dim spillover of the city's lights there were shadows and blind corners everywhere.&nbsp; And there was a plenty of sound and motion to distract the huntress, the hour seemed to mean nothing to the ragged and dirty humans drinking or shooting up or dealing poisons around her.&nbsp; The scents were mixed and strong, making it hard to single out any of them.&nbsp; Fish from the river and smoke from burning drums of trash filled the air.<br><br>And as she made her way cautiously to the warehouse, it got slightly better.&nbsp; There were a few clumps of vagrants still... sitting placidly and watching.&nbsp; They tried not to show it but they were untrained street people.&nbsp; The building was surrounded by Wallace's make-shift sentries, each overlapped enough that at least one or two others could see them.&nbsp; No matter how untrained they might be, they'd notice if they fellows vanished.&nbsp; <br><br>The building itself was dark and quiet.&nbsp; Not that that mean much, as Wallace was too good to let such an obvious sign of activity give him away.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 07:08:29</strong>
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				Grace noted the ragged human life around her, both faked and otherwise, the scents and life that seethed within the shipyard. This man had chosen his hideaway well then, perhaps he had a hint of what they would send after him, something like he had once been. She smiled then, her eyes full of mirth, something like him only much much better. Her black clad form moved past those who waited, who watched likely for whoever might come; of herself she gave them no sign, flitting through the shadows with a speed their eyes wouldn't be able to understand. <br><br>Ah the hunt, so wild and free it sang in her blood as she neared the warehouse. She brought herself back under control, staying completely still for a long moment and observing the building that held her prey. Wise, she thought, for him to hide himself in silence amid the refuse of society; if it weren't for her nose she would have spent the whole night searching the shipyard for him, if not for her speed she would have been spotted. But he had played his game and he had lost, she was here to take the prize. <br><br>She stalked toward the building then, a liquid shadow and used a stack of boxes to move up to a high window, opening it carefully and looking down inside. It seemed empty, to ones eyes. Her nose however told her different as she scented the air. She checked her gun and then let herself drop to the ground, holding the weapon in both hands and ready to fire. 
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 07:32:49</strong>
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				Inside the warehouse only his scent lingered strongly.&nbsp; A hint of gasoline from a generator and the tang of some chemicals mixed in.&nbsp; It was darker inside, the windows all grimy and dusty or boarded over, cutting out most of the wane city light.&nbsp; But while it was dim, nothing short of total darkness could keep Grace from seeing, and for that she had a flashlight clipped to her vest and flares.&nbsp; But for now, she had no need to reveal herself with such things.<br><br>The space was mostly empty, the doors both regular and over-sized all booby-trapped.&nbsp; He was using the door from the small office that sat like a small two story building in one corner.&nbsp; The supervisor's office on the top was all windows looking out and dark.&nbsp; The slightly larger main part was blocked off and from there came the faint hum of the generator but still no lights.&nbsp; Perhaps, as Rutger had hoped, the man was sleeping.<br><br>The floor was bare and open.&nbsp; There was no cover, just scraps of wood and a few disintegrating pallets to avoid stepping on but nothing that would shield her from sight or give her cover from attack.&nbsp; It was too ideal of a tactical nightmare to be coincidence... and the space inside those offices wasn't big enough for Wallace to be storing much there.&nbsp; Of course, all he needed was a computer but still... the whole place was exactly the way her training told her to set up an ambush.&nbsp; And if it was her ambush, she'd have been waiting in the darkened upper office with it's clear line of fire to the entire floor, including her current position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 07:50:59</strong>
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				The damned fools. They had sent her into a trap though perhaps she should have realized that herself from the files she had been given. This man had been trained similar to herself, one of the best and black ops; he had managed to stay underground for years and only resurfaced now, clearly with a plan in mind. The people watching outside were one thing, that just spoke of a man being half intelligent, this layout however spoke of a man who had lost nothing of his training and was likely still very deadly. <br><br>Her speed and stealth gave her&nbsp; nothing here, there was nothing to hide behind and that office with the dark windows seemed to stare at her. Her hands tightened on her fun, lips thinning in anger. She was the predator not the prey. <br><br>He could set a pretty trap and likely was ready for what he was, for black ops or for more of the Olympia project, she however, was part of the Muse project and she would show him just how clear a difference that was. Even with him having the advantage of the setting she would still take this Wallace down and win the game. Her teeth bared for a moment, a hiss of challenge before she checked the gun in her hands and stalked forward, holding it tight and low, ready to use it at a moments notice with her amber eyes glittering with deadly promise. "Come out to play little boy...I've got better things to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 08:12:31</strong>
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				She was cocky.&nbsp; Hard not to be when you're superhuman.&nbsp; He remembered the feeling all to well.&nbsp; Not reckless enough to charge.&nbsp; Smart enough to switch from stealth to calling him out.&nbsp; And why not, she knew she'd lost surprise, might as well draw him into revealing himself.&nbsp; She was fast enough to win that confrontation most likely.&nbsp; There was a moment of pity as he hit the switch and set the trap into action.&nbsp; <br><br>The tiny radio in her ear squealed as it was jammed, cutting her off from any outside aid.&nbsp; Halogen spots set in the warehouses overhead lighting flared like a hundred little suns to blind her.&nbsp; Speakers in the office blared to life, squealing across the range of human hearing and both above and below it, deafening her and assaulting her equilibrium.&nbsp; Spencer Wallace, sound baffled headphones and dark shades covering his head, leaned out and lifted his weapon, the dull cough lost in the screaming cacophony.&nbsp; Without waiting he ducked back, leaving the gas canisters to spread the contents as he counted down.&nbsp; He had no more than a minute at best before her backup arrived.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 08:31:02</strong>
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				Whatever she had expected it was not what happened. What happened was pain, chaos and a little fear, as much as she hated to admit it. The sound of the com going didn't spark fear, no it was just a pain to her sharp ears before she ripped it out of her hair and threw it away from her, a causality. She didn't need them anyway. The flood lights that came on and blinded her, burning her sensitive eyes drew a high feline shriek from her lips, snarls as the speaks blared on and pounded through her ears. Her hands on her gun shook and she lost it, caving to the assault on her senses because she didn't know what to do. <br><br>That was what made her afraid. <br><br>Grace collapsed to the ground, hands clamped over her tender ears and her head bowed downward into the curve of her own body, her eyes still burning from the too bright lights. There was an odd scent in the air, one that burned, but her whole body was reeling from this assault on the one area that had always been her strength. Apparently it could be a weakness too. She would slice this man up with her claws, that was the thought she needed to get her moved, crawling toward the office with a grim cast to her features though her eyes remained tightly shut and behind the curtain of her thick hair. Her movements slowed though, her claws leaving marks on the ground as she dragged herself forward, stubborn until she passed out, sprawling on the ground and yet curled defensively as much as she could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 15:55:34</strong>
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				There wasn't much time but Spencer forced himself to move slowly and carefully.&nbsp; Switching the launcher for a taser, he stepped back around from the reinforced doorframe and saw her laying before him.<br><br>The ears peaking through her hair gave him pause, as did the claws.&nbsp; Genetic engineering.&nbsp; It was one thing to read about it in stolen reports and snatches of intel, but to have something unnatural before him was another.&nbsp; He inched closer, wary of a feint.&nbsp; No, monster or not, the gas had put her down for the moment at least.&nbsp; He lowered the taser and moved to draw her hands back behind her and secure them with a zip tie.&nbsp; Next came her feet.&nbsp; He hated leaving her gear in place, but the portable radio jammer on his belt would keep whatever tracking devices she had from squawking.&nbsp; And his escape route was underground, which would dampen things further.<br><br>By the time the backup team hit the building, he and his prize were in a tunnel underneath the building that connected to the maze of subways and sewers.&nbsp; Before they could follow, a small explosive opened his tunnel to the river and flooded it with dark cold water.&nbsp; They'd have divers in soon but before then Spencer Wallace would be back in the shadows.<br><br>---<br><br>The room that Grace came to in was dimly lit and smelled of mildew and damp stone.&nbsp; Her target was here as well, his scent strong even if he wasn't in sight, behind her no doubt.&nbsp; The air was cool and touching far too much of her.&nbsp; Her jumpsuit was gone, leaving her in nothing but her underthings.&nbsp; Hard plastic ties still restrained her wrists behind her and bound her ankles as she lay on her side on a folding camping cot.<br><br>"Well, I'll admit it.&nbsp; When I set my little monster trap, I was not expecting to catch anything quite so pretty."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 04:31:06</strong>
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				She woke slowly, frustratingly enough, the world around her hazy a bit as she came back to herself and realized that her hands and feet were bound. That earned a soft snarl from her lips, fangs bared for a moment as her eeirly pale hazel eyes opened and glared around her. The room was a subtle assault to her senses, mildew and damp stone not the most pleasing of senses to be sure. But it was blessedly dark compared to the full glory of the suns that had burned her eyes so badly she could still hardly see. She shifted on the bed, a low sound in the back of her throat expressing a very feline dissatisfaction especially as she realized she was in nothing but her undergarments. <br><br>Just who the hell did this man think he was?<br><br>When his voice came from behind her, as she knew he was due to his scent, and called her a monster she barely held in the urge to hiss at him and demand that he untie her and let her show him just how much of a monster she could be. Her training though thankfully held her temper in check and though she couldn't see overly well she relaxed on the bed, a lioness stalking her prey even bound. "Monster huh? Wouldn't that be you oh deranged man who feels the need to kidnap and bind up 'pretty' women? It would be fun to see you explain this to the authorities of whatever hell you happen to have secreted me away to."<br><br>That probably would surprise him too, if he had expected a monster and been surprised at a young woman in form he likely hadn't expected her to be able to think for herself let alone talk with a sneer to her voice, the sharp edge of her intelligence laying in the barbs she chose. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 06:54:57</strong>
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				Spencer stopped as she spoke.&nbsp; He'd known she could from her challenge in the warehouse but still.&nbsp; Of course, animal genetics or not, she looked a lot more human than feline.&nbsp; Actually... she looked like something out of a nerd's wet dream.&nbsp; Part of him wondered if that could be coincidence.&nbsp; <br><br>Her body was relaxed but he knew she wasn't calm.&nbsp; It wasn't the anger or fear he'd expected, it was the response of a well trained op.&nbsp; It was how he or one of the others would handle something like this.&nbsp; He shook his head and eyed the scanner in his hand with a frown.&nbsp; He'd ditched her gear and there was still a signal.&nbsp; That meant an implanted tracer.&nbsp; He sighed and moved the scanner slowly, still not getting a clear enough read to pin point the signal.&nbsp; Well, she could talk, so maybe she could tell him where the tracer was implanted.<br><br>"I'm Apollo," he said as he lowered the scanner and let his eyes move along her finely honed back and legs, "Do you have a name?&nbsp; A designation at least?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 07:07:13</strong>
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				She waited for him to speak again, aware he was doing something behind her. God help her if the man was jerking off to her half nude and bound figure she would make sure that there was hardly anything of him left to be found when she did get free. Of course that was just edginess getting into her, he was a trained man, clearly nearly as well trained as her to have laid the plot he did, and he did capture her. For that she gave him grudging respect even if she was still spitting mad over the fact that her eyesight was probably going to be damaged for days now. <br><br>"Look whatever kink you are into and involves you doing something with my legs get over it and back the hell off." She squirmed on the bed, trying to move so she could glare at him, the light in her pale eyes promising pain if she got free though she only saw blurs and not actual recognizable shapes. "Did you really have to fucking burn my eyes? Apollo?" <br><br>She snorted, finding it ironic. "Apt I suppose considering you caught me with your 'blinding rays of light'. So Olympian, I have to ask how do you feel meeting a Muse? As for my name that's none of your business."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 07:40:29</strong>
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				He moved around the bed, letting her see the scanner as he cut it off and set it aside.&nbsp; Then he sank into a folding camp chair, groaning a little and looking at her.&nbsp; "Muse eh?&nbsp; They do like their myths I guess.&nbsp; The preliminary writeup said enhanced senses, enhanced reflexes, enhanced toughness and strength.&nbsp; The Agency's directive calls for a inhuman killing machine.&nbsp; I make sure my trap was good enough to stop whatever monster their lab had cooked up since I was using myself as bait and I do not happen to be ready to die yet.&nbsp; So, I'm sorry if your eyes hurt but all's fair in love and war babe."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 08:33:54</strong>
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				If only she could see clearly, there was so much lost without being able to read someone's facial features. Still her ears gave her information enough for the moment and she shifted on the bed to face where he was sitting on one of those weak camping chairs that never were comfortable for long. "Apparently you can do your research, want a fucking badge boy scout?" She flung the words at him, angry at the idea of being called a machine and a monster within a few breaths of each other. The man really knew how to charm them. <br><br>"Well if you don't want to die then don't use your damned self as bait, though I suppose a death trap is all you could devise, such a charmer you are, no wonder you went rouge."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 18:13:33</strong>
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				He shook his head and looked over her again.&nbsp; "I went rogue because I realized the Agency was operating completely outside of any legal or ethical restraints.&nbsp; I had to be the bait, the files I took and myself are the only things I knew would be enough to lure out the new model.&nbsp; My info is a couple of years out of date after all."<br><br>He looked down and frowned.&nbsp; He's pictured something more animal... a beast... a monster...&nbsp; Of course, this sort of psychological reaction was most likely exactly why their killer was pretty and female.&nbsp; Nothing was left to chance with these bastards after all.<br><br>"Look, for what it's worth, I'm sorry I hurt you.&nbsp; But these people are evil and I need to know what they're going to be sending after me and the others who oppose them.&nbsp; This isn't personal, it's war and you're my enemy."<br><br>He stopped then and groaned as a muscle spasm took hold of his arm.&nbsp; He hissed and grabbed the trembling limb with his other hand, pinning it down as it shook.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 20:30:43</strong>
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				She would have rolled her eyes if she had been able to see clearly. The Agency was the law, it protected the country even from itself at times, this had been taught to her from day one. The new model? Well at least that was one way to refer to her that wasn't too offensive, still her hands worked at the binds on them, heedless of the fact that she was rubbing her skin raw and likely to break through her skin soon, getting free was more important. She focused on her breathing, wrinkling her nose with a low growl in the back of her throat to show she didn't believe him. <br><br>He was probably a damn Sadist with her luck it seemed. "So far you look like the evil one from my point of view so why in the world should I tell you anything?" <br><br>Grace laughed then, a rich rolling sound as she shifted on the bed, listening curiously to whatever inner fight he was having with himself. Damn she wished she could see. "Its not like I know anything anyway, I only know what I'm given per mission to accomplish, nothing else is discussed. I don't know who else opposes them, or do I know what else they would send after you. War it may be but I'm not your enemy really Spencer, I'm just the weapon they chose to use."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 20:47:28</strong>
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				He held the trembling limb steady and scowled more.&nbsp; Her words made the Agency's true intent clearer.&nbsp; It wasn't an improvement in physical performance they truly wanted.&nbsp; The wording in all their documents... they considered people impassively, numbers and tools and things.&nbsp; And that had been what made his team turn on them.&nbsp; The Olympians had been amazing, but they were all people.&nbsp; And reading about her in that cold and detached manner, he'd fallen into the same trap.&nbsp; Maybe he was becoming just as bad in his need to fight these people.<br><br>"What I wanted to find out is if you knew where your tracking device was implanted.&nbsp; Keeping you under a jammer stops long range detection and avoids a pin point location but the jammer itself can be detected and lets them know I'm nearby if they get close."&nbsp; He paused and moved closer, letting her bleary eyes see him.&nbsp; &nbsp; "So, are you not telling me your name because you're stubborn or is it that they didn't feel you were worth giving a name to?&nbsp; Surely you have some designation, a number at least.&nbsp; Well?&nbsp; What are you, number two, maybe three?&nbsp; I know you're not one, the prototype never gets used in actual field work after all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 20:57:51</strong>
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				Tracking device? Figured that was what he was after wanting to protect his own hide; she seriously wondered how this man had ever thought kidnapping her was a good idea, he had to realize what she was if he had baited the trap so throughly. "I was bred in the lab genius Sun God, for all you know it could be in my fucking DNA and really you aren't winning any Prince Charming points so why the fuck do you keep thinking I'm just going to blab everything at you?"<br><br>Her words came out in a snarl, pale eyes sightless but full of her barely repressed rage; her training was holding for now but her hands hurt from her attempts to get free, she couldn't see anything and some part of her was very much afraid which only made her angrier. When he moved closer she jerked back on the bed, hissing instinctively. <br><br>"Oh trying to provoke the kitten now are we? God if I were free I would so teach you what claws feel like, my designation, name and any other information is none of your damn business. Your the one with all the secret files, why don't you ask them? I assure you'll get nothing helpful out of me." Jackass, Bastard, Asshole. She was seething inside, what did he know? He was lucky the prototype hadn't been used on him, Charity wasn't exactly charitable when it came to her assignments, she had been running her work for two months now and Grace had heard the stories. She was the youngest of them, suppose to be the best but Charity was something else altogether. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 22:04:27</strong>
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				Apollo eased back and sighed.&nbsp; Talking to her was going nowhere.&nbsp; He'd hoped he could remove her tracker here in this temporary camp but he'd suspected it wouldn't be that easy.&nbsp; "Plan B then.&nbsp; I'll just have to find it on my own," he said as he moved to lift a hypo from his gear and prepare it.&nbsp; The way she was struggling, she was going to get loose or hurt herself, most likely both.&nbsp; Besides, she'd be hard enough to transport without drawing suspicion unconscious, awake she'd either escape or get him caught for sure.<br><br>He moved closer and reached for her thigh.&nbsp; "If you don't hold still, you'll break the needle off inside you.&nbsp; All that will accomplish is causing you pain, because I will keep sticking you till I get one to take.&nbsp; So be a good little kitty and make this easy on us both."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 05:35:08</strong>
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				Her eyes, unseeing though they were, narrowed and she hissed low in her throat at the idea of him drugging her. She jerked away from his hand on her thigh, sneering at him. "You don't think they haven't conditioned me against pain rouge? You truly think calling me a good little kitty will get me to behave when you had kidnapped me, tied me up and now intend to drug me? Oh real prince charming you are, I'm so convinced you are the good guy, really the tragic hero." <br><br>Grace squirmed on the bed a touch, managing to get her legs into a good position and then she had a moment to be grateful that they had insisted on training her with such bonds and ties that another might put on her. He had caught her off guard before only because he had assaulted her senses, raw power she had much more then him in her lithe body. Her legs swung up, connecting straight with his head and she folded herself up into a ball then, vaulting off the bed to land on her toes, grateful for her genetic enhancement that let her balance even on those small areas. He was down, at least for now and she wiggled her foot free of the bond, not having a care for her skin as it was rubbed raw, it would recover. <br><br>She however was getting out of here. <br><br>Her feet free she turned and ran, letting her nose and ears guided her, her eyes still largely useless and her arms still bound behind her back. It didn't matter, her feet were going and so was she. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 19:32:07</strong>
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				He saw it coming but he wasn't fast enough to counter.&nbsp; Not that he was strong enough to counter her raw power.&nbsp; The kick lifted him and hurled him back like a rag doll and he groaned as he hit the ground.&nbsp; Apollo would have had all the time in the world to dodge or block that kick... and as he lay stunned he understood why Athena had made the choice she had.<br><br>But after a moment his hazy thoughts began to clear.&nbsp; She was loose... running... he would not get another chance like this one.&nbsp; He'd never capture one of these Muses alive like this again.<br><br>His muscles complained as he rolled over and pushed himself up.&nbsp; He forced himself to move despite the weariness and pain.&nbsp; Damn the drugs where wearing off faster every time.&nbsp; She was fast.&nbsp; He got to a kneeling position and pulled the dart gun from his hip.&nbsp; There was no way he could keep up with her and even blinded and bound she was too dangerous to fight.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and focused.<br><br>Once he'd have made this shot without any effort.&nbsp; His skills were still sharp but his hands weren't.&nbsp; He took a slow breath and forced them to still and aim.&nbsp; One shot... make it count...&nbsp; He squeezed the trigger slowly and felt the gun jerk as it spit out a dart loaded with high powered sedatives.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 09:12:42</strong>
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				Her feet rose and fell against the ground quickly, through her protective and thin soled boots she could tell it was some sort of concrete, level enough to give her some speed. She was grateful that they had been so careful in designing her gear then, she could still use all of the sensory information her body could give her to guide herself, even with her eyes useless. <br><br>She scented water and turned toward it, hoping to out run him. Perhaps she had, but not his gun. Something wizzed through the air, her ears twitching at the sound of it but it wasn't enough warning with her blinded eyes to escape. She jerked to the side slightly at least, it landing in her arm rather then her back but she felt the pierce of a needle entering her skin. In that moment Grace allowed the feral part of herself she usually controlled to break free for a moment. She hissed and yowled, loudly, gratingly to any human ears that could hear.<br><br>She tried to keep moving, dropping to her knees at the drug in the damn thing began to work. Still she made her knees move her forward. But then her whole body collapsed into the damp rough ground. Heedless of the abrasions to her skin she inched along, worming almost, that determined to fight, to escape. But the drug did what it was suppose to and for all her valiant efforts within a minute of it finding is home in her skin the feline woman was sinking into the darkness of unconsciousness. <br><br>"I....hate you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 23:15:39</strong>
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				It was hard to force his body up and over to her.&nbsp; That kick to his head throbbed and his neck was already stiff from the shock.&nbsp; He was lucky she was mostly blind.&nbsp; If she'd been able to aim she might very well have killed him.&nbsp; He sighed as he heard her final words before succumbing to the drugs.&nbsp; Spencer's body ached and he groaned as he knelt to extract the dart and then lift his captive carefully.&nbsp; "No rest for the wicked..." he mumbled as he carried her back and quickly broke down what he could carry of his temporary stop and set the timer on an explosive to demolish the rest before it could be used by the Agency's people.<br><br><hr><br>Once again awareness came back to Grace.&nbsp; Her clothing was wrong, the sports bra and panties were rough against her skin, brand new.&nbsp; An oversized tee-shirt covered her down to mid-thigh but she had nothing else on.&nbsp; Her wrists and ankles were sore from the ties and one ankle was bandaged where she'd cut herself on the plastic working her feet free.&nbsp; The bed was soft and smelled of freshly washed sheet but without any trace of artificial flower scent.&nbsp; The room was quiet save the low humm of an air handler circulating cool air.&nbsp; Opening her eyes revealed the room to be dark, even for her.&nbsp; Dimly she could see it was a cell.&nbsp; The bed she was on, bolted in place, shared the small room with a prison issue stainless steel multi-purpose sink, water fountain, and toilet against the far wall.&nbsp; The floor was smooth concrete and the walls cinderblocks.&nbsp; There was a single metal door with no handle or hinge on the inside. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 07:45:49</strong>
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				She was really, really <strong>really</strong> getting sick of waking up with no idea where she was and feeling groggy. Whoever this man was he needed to stop drugging her. Grace hissed to herself, stretching out on the bed she was laid out on again, her nose wrinkling as she scented it found the natural clean flower scent appealing, almost as if someone had taken into account how harsh the artificial scents were to noses like hers. Doubtful that. The girl's features darkened as she realized that her clothing was gone and in its place were new garments that irritated her sensitive skin. <br><br>First order of business was to get rid of those annoyances she decided, using her claw like nails to slice through both the panties and the sports bra, sighing with a purr almost of approval as her body was loosened. If someone was going to dress her they could at least go through the bother of getting good materials to do so. The tee shirt was less offensive and it covered her well enough. <br><br>Grace pushed herself upward, looking at her foot curiously when she noticed the bandage before proceeding to flex said foot, rotating it around and noticing with approval that it felt almost healed. Then her attention moved to other things. There was little noise, and even less light. Spartan came to mind to describe her holding cell. Still she could appreciate that he had apparently dubbed her dangerous enough to want her contained in a place where she had no way out and no way to make anything into a weapon. Still if he thought she would drink or wash herself out of the same thing she was suppose to piss in the drug happy deserter had no brain cells. <br><br>"Well...isn't this just cosy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 22:48:12</strong>
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				It wasn't long before she heard shuffling footsteps and the tapping of what might have been a cane of crutch outside the door.&nbsp; A small and heavily barred window opened and the man who'd kidnapped her looked in.&nbsp; Spencer sighed, he could read the anger in her posture.&nbsp; He'd be the same if the roles were reversed and he knew it.&nbsp; Still, it made this difficult and the fact that even unarmed and nearly naked she was deadly complicated things.<br><br>"How are you feeling?" he asked, "I had to guess a bit on the right dose of tranquilizers to match your metabolism."<br><br>She certainly looked alert enough, but it was a good an opening dialog as any.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 23:08:42</strong>
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				With the same energy that always built in her if she went too long without action she had given herself over to stretches and sit ups, trying to loosen the 'buzz' as she and the other Muses called it. Still when she heard the footsteps coming near her door she stopped and simply perched on the edge of the bed, pale green eyes fixed on the window that she knew would open. When it did it was the Olympian Apollo that she saw and her features wrinkled with disdain after his question.<br><br>"So you are lame, drug happy and lacking of intel, why am I not surprised?" Her words were purred out, but nothing kept the words from being the insults that they were. Her arms braced on the bed as she leaned back on them, lounging insolently. Grace sighed then, seemingly despondent. "Do you feel brave and strong? Having to drug a woman to keep her? Though I guess that is the only way you can get a woman, far cry from your namesake aren't you Apollo boy? The God of Sun was said to be most desirable. Apparently some legends lie."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 23:35:13</strong>
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				Spencer growled and tensed his grip on the walking stick in his hand.&nbsp; It wasn't until the plastic grip cracked that he realized just how hard he was holding it.&nbsp; He forced himself to take a deep and slow breath before her answered her.&nbsp; It didn't help that much.<br><br>"You're not a woman," he snapped back, 'You're a freak.&nbsp; You're a science project the Agency cooked up in their labs because they got tired of real people that ask questions and know right from wrong.&nbsp; I'm not a coward, I'm smart enough to know better than to be careless in how I handle a dangerous animal."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 23:42:20</strong>
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				He had a talent for pissing her off she decided, even as she struggled against her temper and letting it loose on him in response. That would only prove him right though, that she was some sort of animal. Which, of course she was, but she had always known that. Whatever insecurities she herself had over that fact there was no way in hell that she was going to share them with him. Instead she arched a brow and shrugged her shoulders, seemingly unruffled though the way her tail coiled behind her didn't speak of that same ease.<br><br>"Perhaps I am but at least I was born that way no? You, you let them make you a freak and then decided you didn't like their morals and so, like a craven, you hide." She shook her head then, the golden curls that hung around her delicate features swaying slightly. "This is pointless though I suppose, tell me what is it you have planned? Surely you don't believe they won't find you, even if I am a freak I'm an important one to them. What do you have planned with the slim time you have yet to live?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 00:01:58</strong>
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				Her face didn't betray much but that tail seemed oblivious to whatever interrogation training she might have been given.&nbsp; Though he was guessing they hadn't planned heavily on her being taken alive and remaining in captivity long enough to be questioned.<br><br>"They didn't tell us about the side effects," he answered, working to regain his own focus, "And I'm hiding because it's the only way to stay alive.&nbsp; If the government knew what they really did they'd be shut down, but they operate in secrecy and they have people in positions to insure they stay unnoticed."<br><br>"As for my intentions, I plan to study you and learn more about the Muse program.&nbsp; And I've been the top of their hit list for years now, I know how to avoid being found.&nbsp; We're currently in a decommissioned missile silo, completely shielded from satellite detection and any radio signals in or out.&nbsp; They will not find us here."&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 00:22:32</strong>
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				"Hiding is still hiding, and not knowing side effects at you call it just proves that you are a lackwit." She laughed softly to herself, at his confidence that they wouldn't find them. The Agency had branded her, chipped her, marked her every way they could and it was doubtful he had been able to get every stamp of Agency out of her body. She kicked out her injured ankle, experimenting it even as she eyed the cell. <br><br>"Study me huh? So one freak putting another behind a glass. Too bad for you I've lived with that all my life, good chance at unnerving me enough to learn anything." Grace decided he bored her then and let herself curl up on the bed, tail draped over the swell of her hips as she shifted to get comfortable. <br><br>"Though, if you insist on keeping me here the least you could do is get some decent clothing for me. The poor quality of the undergarments annoyed me enough to shred them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 03:36:39</strong>
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				Spencer frowned as she dismissed him and curled up on the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>"You can strip naked for all I care," he answered her, "Taking your uniform was the only way to be sure you didn't have any concealed tools or weapons.&nbsp; And maybe I was stupid to believe them when they promised me it was safe.&nbsp; I also believed them when they claimed they were working for America's best interests."<br><br>He stepped back then, this wasn't getting anywhere.&nbsp; "Look, now that you're awake, are you hungry?"&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 03:52:45</strong>
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				She snorted at the idea of stripping naked and then let herself laugh, a husky, amused chuckle. "You'd like that wouldn't you, your own personal peep show huh? Did you get hard undressing me? Did you fondle me while I slept? I bet that's how you get your kicks off you drug happy craven." She laughed again, shaking her head. "I'm sure weapons were all you were looking for."<br><br>Grace pushed herself back up on the bed then, squirming her hips in a wanton fashion like she had observed women doing in the pornos some of the guards at the Agency watched from time to time. It made her breasts bounce beneath the cotton T and the shirt inched its way up her thighs till it almost revealed parts of her he had likely already stared at. Still it was amusing and she was sure his blood would race, she knew she was attractive to men but that was just another weapon. "Why don't you show me your weapon Apollo....then I'll stop calling you craven if you can make me purr." <br><br>The words alluding to the Agency not working for America's interest didn't bother her, she had been told anyone who captured her would say such and they hardly phased her. And while she was hungry she wasn't exactly going to ask him for food since she couldn't trust it not to be drugged as well. She could last a few days without food, that too had been part of the training should she be captured. Granted if she was still here after a week...well she had her orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 21:16:11</strong>
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				He watched her and shook his head.&nbsp; Oh she was alluring all right, but he was still aching from the kick those powerful legs had given him.&nbsp; In his prime he might have been a match for her but not now.&nbsp; All she wanted was to get him to let his guard down and get close.<br><br>"No thanks," he snorted, "I'm not into bestiality."&nbsp; He knew antagonizing her wasn't productive but despite knowing better her words kept getting under his skin.&nbsp; He turned away from the all to appealing sight of her and took a deep breath.&nbsp; "I'll check back on you in a few hours kitten."&nbsp; Spencer sighed as he walked away.&nbsp; This was an exercise in futility.&nbsp; They'd raised her for God's sake, there was no way he'd ever get through that much conditioning.&nbsp; He should have stuck to the plan, keeping her alive like this was insane and dangerous.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 21:57:49</strong>
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				The comment about beastiality had her sitting bolt upright on the cot, glaring at the little window in the door with a hiss, her tail snapping back and forth with clear fury. Temper was one thing that was suppose to have been trained out of her but they could only do so much and keep her feral and vicious. Temper had been allowed to remain and he had ignited it. She was not an animal, but then she wasn't a human either; but that was a good thing. She had none of their weaknesses, which would be why he had needed to drug her to confine her. <br><br>"You are an asshole. And I am not a a kitten!" She shouted after him, wishing there was something she could throw at the door to make more of a emphasis. But he was leaving, and that was good. She wasn't drugged anymore and her ankle was almost healed. <br><br>Now she just had to figure out a way out of here. She pushed herself off the small bed, pacing the confines of her cell. The bed was bolted to the place, but she could rip it apart she knew readily enough. The toilet sink thing might be useful for bashing something. The walls gave her the most hope. They were cinder block after all and blocks had the weakness of the material that cocked them together. He had taken away all the weapons she had had on her, but she was built to be a weapon, even with just her basic being. <br><br>With a smile she flexed her hands, letting her claws shoot out; they had been reinforced with some metal material, what exactly she didn't know but she could slowly and craftily work at scratching out the cocking between the blocks without worry about ruining them. And so she did just that, picking one near the toilet since it faced away from the door and he wouldn't be able to see it if he looked into the cell from that little window. She worked, her feline ears trained to pick up any sound outside of those she made herself. <br><br>Once two hours had passed she had managed to whittle away enough around the first block that with her bare hands she yanked it from the wall, mindful of making it quick and forceful enough that the outside part of the wall would look no different. <br><br>The peek at the hall she got was cheering, plain and dull, but with more light then her cell had. He would no doubt be back soon but she had made the first hole in her captivity. Four to six blocks, that was how many she would need to remove to get out. She replaced the block, keen eyes picking up the shards of carefully cut out cocking and placing them back into the gaps to make it seem as if they were still there. She flexed her hands again and moved back to the bunk, settling down on it for a cat nap until Apollo returned. No reason not to rest and seem like the drugs were still making her drowsy and therefore helpless. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 04:45:50</strong>
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				Spencer didn't respond to her shouting beyond allowing himself a hint of a smile.&nbsp; At least he wasn't the only one with a temper.&nbsp; But as he returned to his living area and sat he sighed.&nbsp; How was he ever going to get through to her?<br><br>The answer was simple.&nbsp; He wasn't.&nbsp; Nothing he said or showed her would convince her because she'd been conditioned to believe it was false.&nbsp; He couldn't win her over and it was just a matter of when not if she was going to escape at this point.&nbsp; His plan had been to kill the Agency's murder machine but... He sighed and looked toward the cell.&nbsp; But there was something all too human about her.&nbsp; It went beyond the physical.&nbsp; That wouldn't have stopped him.&nbsp; <br><br>He leaned back and closed his eyes, letting himself doze lightly.&nbsp; When he shifted again and stretched he felt only slightly better.&nbsp; He didn't want to kill her, but if he couldn't turn her keeping her prisoner was going to be a fatal mistake.&nbsp; He moved to his kitchenette and opened a can of soup, pouring it into a plastic mug and microwaving it.&nbsp; While it heated, he moved to open up his files and take out a picture he knew she'd recognize.<br><br>A few minutes later he was at the door to her cell, looking in at her sleeping form before before opening the door enough to slide the steaming mug and the picture through and then shutting it quickly and loudly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wakey Wakey kitten."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 04:58:05</strong>
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				She had heard him walk up the hall, though she didn't stir or move, her ears twitching only absently as the rest of her body lay curled up and limp. There was no point in trying to rush the door even if he did open it; her escape plan was better then such obvious means. Still when he yanked the door shut and then spoke to her like she was a freaking cat her shoulders stiffened and she raised her head with a glare in her pale yellow green eyes, annoyance radiating off her practically. <br><br>Grace's nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air, noting the soup and wondering if it would be worth eating and if it was drugged. She found it and the picture beside on the ground with a frown, unfolding herself with that sensual feline grace she had before stalking across the floor toward the mug and photo, picking both up before slicing him another glare through the window. <br><br>"What does the asshole want this time? And is this drugged? Because really if it is you are one sick fuck."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 05:55:46</strong>
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				Spencer shook his head.&nbsp; "It's tomato soup, nothing more and nothing less Kitten.&nbsp; And I imagine you recognize the man in picture.&nbsp; He was going by Karl Rutger when he was in charge of Project Olympus."<br><br>He stepped back and leaned against the wall opposite the door, watching her through the window.&nbsp; "You know, as upset as you are about the tranquilizers, you must realize that my only other option would have been to kill you.&nbsp; You were built to be a weapon and I know it.&nbsp; I've read reports and specifications about Project Muse.&nbsp; They were working on you while Olympus was active.&nbsp; They knew that the performance enhancement was going to lead to permanent damage and death.&nbsp; Their reaction was to try and find a way to up the timetable.&nbsp; That's the sort of man you're loyalty is tied to.&nbsp; You're nothing but an expensive piece of equipment in their eyes." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 06:11:23</strong>
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				At the word kitten Grace's nose twitched along with her ears, her tail moving with aggression as she glanced at him. "I am Muse 03 thank you very much." It was as close to a name as she was going to give him. She eyed the soup at his words and then shrugged, figuring he must be telling the truth she lifted it up to her lips, scented it and decided it safe enough, even if it was canned soup. She sipped at the red liquid even as her eyes considered the photo. <br><br>"Olympus had no issues like that, they merely went rogue. The Olympians were impossible to control and therefore put down after they started to kill innocents; it was standard protocol, though a tragedy that their minds couldn't handle their gifts." Her voice was clinical, she was reciting facts she knew well before she settled back onto the bunk and stretched out her legs. <br><br>"Why mention Rutger to me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 06:23:13</strong>
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				Spencer growled as she spoke.&nbsp; He knew the official cover story well already but to have her rattle it off like that just sparked something he couldn't ignore.<br><br>"Right," he snarled, "You actually believe that a group of men and women that the Agency screened for any physical or mental flaw just up and snapped at the same time for no reason.&nbsp; I thought the Muses were bred to be too smart for such a blatant lie.&nbsp; Clearly I was wrong." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 06:34:33</strong>
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				His growl earned an arched brow from her as she sipped at the soup, her expression neutral even as she set the picture on the bed next to her. "He still goes by that name actually, though I've only met him once, which would be when I was sent to take you out. Ironic that you both seem to want the other dead."<br><br>She lounged back, kicking out one foot in apparent disinterest. "Mistakes happen, once four of your team went mad the others wanted to defend them and protect them. Understandable with your training and conditioning and it made even those who still held sanity expendable. They would do the same to me or the other Muses should we show similar symptoms; including lack of intelligence."<br><br>Grace smiled to herself as she sipped at the soup more, having parried his insult and returned one of her own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 17:58:45</strong>
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				He knew it was what she'd been drilled to believe.&nbsp; He also knew that she was trying to get under his skin and make him angry.&nbsp; But knowing didn't keep his temper from rising.&nbsp; He was sure she could read it in his body language.&nbsp; Hell, she could probably hear it in his pulse or smell it in his pheromones.&nbsp; Smug little... <br><br>He shook his head and forced himself to take a slow breath.&nbsp; "It's called friendship," he managed evenly, "I'm sure you've heard of it.&nbsp; But not even that would have made me help my team mates carry out the sort of atrocities the Agency used to explain the need to hunt us down.&nbsp; The fact is that we refused to carry out a mission against civilians.&nbsp; That's why Rutger ordered our deaths." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 18:37:26</strong>
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				"Of course I've heard of it, its yet another liability and too risky for those who are meant to serve for the greater good." There was something softer in her words then though, almost wistful. Friendship wasn't allowed though; she and the other Muses were sister's that was true but they had never been allowed to see each other much. Weren't allowed to see anyone much. Probably because of what the Olympian's had done; she and the others were being punished for it. Her tail snapped with temper then but she controlled the rest of herself well enough to hide her hurt or the fact that his words were getting to her. <br><br><em>Don't fail the training, don't become like what he has..</em> she warned herself. "What was the mission then? The one that the Olympian's refused." Her pale eyes lifted to look at him through the window, aware she had made him angry but uncaring of it as she demanded more information. "What was so bad that you were all expendable for? Because that is one mighty big lie you are telling it seems."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 22:16:49</strong>
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				Spencer reached up to stroke his chin and considered her.&nbsp; "Seems pointless to answer when you've already decided I'm lying.&nbsp; But what happened is that a reporter for a little independent web news service started looking into the Agency's existence.&nbsp; She was looking into Rutger and had figured out he was a fabrication.&nbsp; So we were ordered to kill her and bring in all of her notes.&nbsp; Also to kill her editor and anyone with high level access to their server.&nbsp; And finally to destroy the server farm where their page was hosted.&nbsp; All with cover stories to frame innocent people unrelated to the story.&nbsp; It wasn't about national security, it was about keeping someone from exposing the existence of the Agency."<br><br>He finished and watched for her reaction.&nbsp; As conditioned as she was, would she even see the evil in what they'd been ordered to do or was she going to claim like Rutger had that it was a necessary evil? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 00:37:21</strong>
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				His answer made her feel like maybe he wasn't completely lacking in wit, to banter back that she would think he was lying. A reporter though. If what he was saying was true then, well that was overstepping boundaries. The Agency was suppose to guard the greater good, not protect a agent of it. Rutger might have been exposed but the others, that wouldn't have been an issue would it? They served the government, the good of the people; they were heros. So why kill someone that was going to simply tell the truth? <br><br>Grace's brow furrowed as she mulled over the implications of this. "Do you have any proof outside of your word about these orders and the target?" She asked the question softly, not wanting to admit she was even considering this but she had been trained to be impartial and consider everything. She had been warned even her sister's might not be trusted; which meant the Agency couldn't be fully trusted either. <br><br>Think, she had to think and gather information. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 08:19:19</strong>
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				He watched her closely and remained quiet for a long moment.&nbsp; "It's in the data I managed to take when I left," he answered, "Which, of course, I cannot prove wasn't forged."&nbsp; Paranoia and mistrust was the way doing business for anyone like them.&nbsp; They both knew all to well that nothing could ever be trusted implicitly.<br><br>"I will point out that I do not have the skills to do such a thing myself, something you know from my file.&nbsp; I would have to have had false reports made by a skilled hacker.&nbsp; And without hard evidence to back it up, leaking such documents, real or fake, would be pointless.&nbsp; And you know how badly they want this data recovered or destroyed."<br><br>He let his argument sink in a moment and then added.&nbsp; "So the question is, what if I do prove to you that I'm telling the truth?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 00:47:53</strong>
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				"Of course." She replied, there was no way to prove something wasn't forged if it was real, because then one could simply argue that it was really well forged. There was no trust until something had been proven to be a absolute. She flipped through the file again, nodding when he mentioned his file. That was true, she had it committed to her memory after all. <br><br>"It would make sense that they would want to kill you for having this, it was real." She closed the file neatly, her pale eyes fixing on him through the window of her cell door. <br><br>"I want to see everything you stole, everything the Agency wanted destroyed with your death. It would also help if you would bring me the source of this all, the reporter, if you refused to kill her then she must still be alive no? Or give me someone else outside of you. Someone not trained like we are, I can scent a lie. Do understand that if you are lying I will discover it and kill you, you just bought yourself some time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 23:09:02</strong>
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				Apollo said nothing for a long moment and then he reached to the lock and opened it with a loud click.&nbsp; He pushed the door open and stepped inside the cell.&nbsp; If this was a ruse like her earlier come hither act he wasn't likely to ever walk back out of that enclosure.&nbsp; But at some point, someone had to extend some trust.&nbsp; The drugs had left him weak and shaky and he made no effort to hide it as he shuffled inside and reached for the file.<br><br>"I'll take you to the computer," he told her quietly, "You can see for yourself what they want me dead for taking.&nbsp; As far as the reporter or any of my allies, I'm not willing to trust you with their lives yet."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 23:15:21</strong>
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				Grace watched him beneath her lashes as he entered her cell; she admired his daring. He was showing some trust, that she wouldn't carry out her mission and murder him the moment he was within grasp and she wasn't bound or drugged. She stayed on the bunk, her expression bland and giving nothing away as she let him take the file out of her hands. At his words she nodded in approval and unfurled herself from the perched position, her body moving in undeniably feline ways as she gave him a feral smile, a glint of humor and approval in her eyes. <br><br>"Smart Sun God, least I know you are protective of those who trust you. But then isn't that what got you blacklisted? You could have sided with the Agency, others of your classification group did and have weathered well." She gestured toward the door, uncaring of what she just might have revealed. He had showed her a touch of trust, she wouldn't worry about speaking cryptically besides she found that she liked bantering with him. He engaged her mind, in a way that it hadn't been before.<br><br>And she knew his name. "Take me to the computer then, I can carry you if you are ill."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 23:31:08</strong>
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				He was tense as he waited for her.&nbsp; She seemed genuine but he was still gambling with his life.&nbsp; When she rose, he couldn't help but admire the way she moved.&nbsp; It was as much envy as desire though, her sheer physicality reminded him of his own lost power.&nbsp; The verbal jab didn't help and he couldn't hide a scowl.<br><br>And her comment about his group didn't help that moment.&nbsp; "The Olympians stood and fell together," he responded curtly, "All of us."&nbsp; He stepped past her, not thinking to retrieve his cane from where it rested beside the door.&nbsp; He managed a few steps before his knee buckled and he swayed, catching himself on the wall before he fell and gritting his teeth in frustration as he pushed himself back upright and stiffly stepped back to retrieve the metal walking stick before turning without a word to resume guiding her to the computer center he'd set up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 23:44:42</strong>
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				He didn't care for her much at all. Too damn bad for him, she shrugged it off mentally for she was finding him far too amusing to disengage her playfulness. It did surprise her to note that she was feeling so playful, but then this was sort of a cat and mouse game. He was risking his life stepping into this room, they both knew she had the upper hand. That he had placed the control of the situation into her hands. <br><br>And she realized, that wasn't something that had happened very often for her. <br><br>She arched a brow at his curt response, making a mental note that the Olympian's that still worked in the Agency were moles. That was a price piece of information. And a bit careless of him to impart. Unless of course he was honestly deluded and didn't know. Wasn't Artemis one of the head 'brains' at the lab? Grace shrugged, if it was important she could scan her memories for it later. Silent she watched him go, trailing after him like a ghost, watching as he nearly fell to the ground and then returned to get his metal stick. How it must grate on him. It was odd, to see his health so diminished.&nbsp; The Agency should have known more before they made him, or perhaps his human body was just giving over to the abuse it had withstood. <br><br>She felt a moment of sympathy for him all the same, the thought of loosing her agility made her want to hiss and claw at something. "You do realize that there's a tracking chip embedded in my body somewhere right? One that would have to be surgically removed unless you want to kill me. Even if we are in a dead zone as you say, there are only so many dead zones and as you know the Agency can be ruthless. Just food for thought." Whether she was mocking him or warning him Grace didn't know, yet she figured it didn't matter too much either way, the information was there. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 00:18:01</strong>
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				Spencer didn't answer as he hobbled down the hallway with her.&nbsp; Of course he knew there was a tracking chip.&nbsp; He stopped at the door to his computer center and took a long slow breath.&nbsp; He needed to stay focused.<br><br>"We're underground," he answered, "Natural signal barrier."&nbsp; He opened the door and stepped inside, letting her see the collection of electronics set up inside.&nbsp; "Everything I took and everything I've managed to put together since is on these computers."&nbsp; He looked over and considered a moment.&nbsp; It certainly wasn't her fault that she was as physically perfect as he no longer was.&nbsp; And there was no telling really what it was going to cost her in the end, but to be raised as a lab experiment without family or friends was a high price already.&nbsp; Spencer wet his lips and nodded.<br><br>"I know someone who can remove that tracker if you want to be free of them."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 00:23:46</strong>
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				Her eyes took in the set up of the electronics, it was impressive the array he had here, and all of good quality as well. She moved deeper into the room, toward the computers. She had been taught to use one of course to know how to remove data should it be needed but she had never been given free reign with one. Curious, she was curious she realized. Interesting. <br><br>She spied a comfortable looking chair, one of three in the room all 'computer desk' chairs and settled into it gracefully. There was something contemplative in the cast of her features at his words. "Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't." One of her ears twitched, and her tail frisked out behind her. "But what would the point be? You can hide among others, I can not. I am what they made me and humans don't like things that do not fit within their narrow limits of 'normal' or 'usual'." <br><br>"I unnerve you, you don't care for me. I'm inhuman and therefore apart." It showed the level of conditioning she had undergone, to speak such words without a glimmer of sorrow or upset in them, simply facts to recite, ingrained knowledge. She gestured toward the screens. "Let us begin then?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 00:56:00</strong>
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				He watched her settle in and nodded as she spoke.&nbsp; It surprised him to hear her speak so.&nbsp; She wasn't resigned or bitter, she simply accepted what she said as fact.&nbsp; It was no more wrong than the sky being blue in her mind.<br><br>"Actually," he said quietly, "You're far more human than expected.&nbsp; I set that trap to lure out the monster that I read about in their files.&nbsp; But when I saw what you were... I hesitated.&nbsp; Once I spoke to you, I realized that I'd allowed myself to to see you as what they did... nothing but a weapon.&nbsp; You're not to blame for what they made you.&nbsp; I knew going in they were the darkest of black ops.&nbsp; I accepted that what we were doing was outside the law.&nbsp; I thought at first the end justified the means.&nbsp; And I stand by much of what we did, but without anyone to reign in or watch over the Agency, it is free to view the very freedom that its meant to protect as a threat."<br><br>He moved over and took a seat beside her.&nbsp; "You may be my enemy and you may not be human, but you are a person.&nbsp; I give you my word that if you read these files and still wish to be the Agency's living weapon, I will return you to them."&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 01:26:16</strong>
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				A frown formed when he started to speak. While it was reassuring that he no longer viewed her as a monster that he had thought at first she knew that most of humanity wouldn't agree with him. She had ears, a tail and fangs. Her claws could be hidden easily enough but the other things not so much. Even the shape of her face hinted at feline, the title of her eyes, the angle of her cheekbones. Grace couldn't quiet hide the shock that she felt at his promise to hand her over to the Agency. <br><br>And she had never known that the Agency operated without laws. Another fact to keep in mind. <br><br>Was she really a person? Like he said? Her features showed some of her surprise, the confusion she felt and her ears twitched, laying back while her tail whipped back and forth around her hips in agitation but she focused her gaze on one of the screens. "We'll see. Though...I thank you for the choice. Usually all my choices are charted out for me."<br><br><div class="floatright">[noembed]♪♬♪ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVQjSReGeY8&amp;feature=related)[/noembed]</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 01:46:38</strong>
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				Spencer started to speak but stopped and turned to the keyboard before him instead.&nbsp; His research on the Muse project was all still neatly gathered and he sent it to the screen before her.&nbsp; Proposals and design specifications.&nbsp; Memos outlining what they wanted and what 'errors' they sought to correct.&nbsp; Psychological training outlines to avoid fostering any 'undesirable' emotional attachments.&nbsp; Finally, he pulled up the emails discussing the need to bring the muses online before the harmful side effects rendered the current Olympians ineffective.&nbsp; Once it was all on her machine he sat back and nodded.<br><br>"Go ahead and read it," he said quietly, "That is what I was expecting to find in that warehouse.&nbsp; That's all you are in their eyes, Muse Zero Three."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 02:07:25</strong>
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				Her pale green eyes fixed on the screen rather then him, watching as the files flashed up. She accepted the mouse and gave him only a brisk nod before starting to read. Her face was devoid of emotion, her entire being frozen, even her tail as she steadily and quickly read through the assembled information. She hadn't asked for information on the Muses, had been thinking there would be more on the reporter, or more on Rutger. And she hadn't expected this.<br><br>The documents were authentic, untampered with. Agency. <br><br>Grace found herself trembling eventually, one single hot tear slipping down her cheek before she pushed slightly away from the computer, apparently ignoring the tear. They had made her a monster, had wanted to make her into a thing. Muse 03. She had known that, had always known that, but somehow it was different, and the details, their plans, the errors. Apparently she was flawed to even have shed that one tear. "Grace. My name is Grace. And I want to see what you have about the mission you and the other Olympian's refused on." <br><br>Her voice was a soft sound, a touch brittle now, it felt like her world was being set on its edge. She could dismiss it all, say it was a lie and fit comfortably back into what was known. But the proof was glaring there. And Apollo had let her out, knowing it could mean his own death. "I need more information please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 02:37:20</strong>
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				Spencer watched her as she read the files.&nbsp; That she reacted to what she was seeing proved that he'd been right.&nbsp; They'd failed.&nbsp; She wasn't the soulless thing they'd tried to create.&nbsp; He found himself oddly tempted to reach over and wipe away that lone tear, but he didn't.&nbsp; Too familiar, too intimate.&nbsp; The tone as she gave him her name and asked for the other files made him ache inside.&nbsp; He knew something of what she was feeling.&nbsp; He'd felt it when he learned that they'd known all along what the process would do to him and the others.&nbsp; But this was her entire world... her entire existence turned inside out.&nbsp; He didn't have words for it.<br><br>He pulled up the data she'd expected.&nbsp; The files on the reporter and the news blog.&nbsp; The mission plans.&nbsp; The after action reports when they'd turned on their handlers.&nbsp; The orders to imprison the Olympians that hadn't been sent into the field.&nbsp; <br><br>"That's everything I have.&nbsp; It's not in there, but once we helped the reporter vanish, we returned for the rest of the team rather than go to ground ourselves.&nbsp; It was a suicide mission but we couldn't leave them behind.&nbsp; I think we were all less afraid of dying than having to give up being gods anyway."&nbsp; He shrugged and added quietly, "It was ugly from the get go.&nbsp; Pretty soon, we all got separated in the chaos.&nbsp; Athena and I secured this data and started to make our way out.&nbsp; She... We got pinned down and she stayed behind to cover my escape.&nbsp; She claimed it was the only way but I think the truth was that she just wasn't willing to live with the withdrawal and the after-effects.&nbsp; As far as I know, I'm the only one of us left."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 03:38:07</strong>
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				It was easy to focus, to analyze. She read through the new data, clicking around with surprising ease as she read through the files, the missions. The termination orders. How callous, to just throw away those lives; for some reason that struck her hard when before she could have seen it as necessary. She finished again and let her hands rest in her lap, her eyes moving to him as she spoke. <br><br>Though it was not logical, it was not the best choice they could have made, she admired that he and the others had returned to try and free those left behind. And she admired him saying so freely that he and the others hadn't wanted to give up being gods. She had never been human; she was always what she had been made to be but the thought of loosing her senses, loosing her abilities terrified her. She had nothing else. Everything was based around what she could do, her 'powers'. "It was brave. Foolish, but brave and admirable that you returned." Grace's voice came softly, a break in the saucy minx with death on her mind and the ice cold analyst. <br><br>"You aren't the only one Apollo. If you won't believe me then..." She turned back to the computer, fingers flying over the keyboard and using the muse quickly, bringing up a private server that she had been read into having the ability to access from anywhere. But she was careful, coding in in such a way that even the Agency IT wouldn't be able to notice. They had taught her the basics, she had pushed beyond it. <em>They made me too well.</em> She told herself. <br><br>A database flashed onto the screens. <br><br>"Dead - Zeus, Demeter, Hera, Ares, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Dionysus." She read out the names in a tone that was almost gentle. "Agency Assets - Artemis, Lab Division. Athena, under observation. Rouge Agents - Apollo, highest threat, Hermes, though dead but never found."<br><br>She turned in the chair toward him, her eyes full of conflicting emotions. She took a chance then, sharing information that he had no way of knowing. "There's another division, a new one. Its two years old. The Heros, I've spared with a few of them. I don't know much about them outside of basic stats but...if you know someone good with hacking I could give them this server. They can't track where I login, I made sure of that awhile ago."<br><br><div class="floatright">[noembed]♪♬♪ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgpN_3GZoZ8&amp;feature=related)[/noembed]</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 22:51:33</strong>
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				He nodded as she spoke.&nbsp; "We were more than just a team, we were like family.&nbsp; It was foolish and we all knew it.&nbsp; But we had to."&nbsp; Then he fell quiet as she read off the names and turned to him with the news of the other division.&nbsp; Heroes?&nbsp; And more importantly, Artemis and Athena were apparently still alive... he'd need to find out more.&nbsp; But this called for someone with more skill.&nbsp; This backdoor was too precious to risk.&nbsp; If he went in he'd only alert the Agency to its existence and cause them to remove it.&nbsp; <br><br>He reached forward slowly for her hand and nodded again.&nbsp; "I do know someone," he told her, "The same man that would be able to find and remove your tracker if you want.&nbsp; He's the one that helped me after I first broke away."&nbsp; The same man that had warned him not to make any further use of the amplifiers once he'd been detoxified.&nbsp; The man he hadn't spoken to in over a year.<br><br>"But first, you have to choose your path Grace.&nbsp; You can still go back to them if you want.&nbsp; They accept you and they have a place for you.&nbsp; If you break from them, you'll most likely never have that again.&nbsp; I wish I could offer you a way out, but the truth is you're either their weapon or a threat to them.&nbsp; But if you do choose to be free, I can promise that I will do whatever I can to help you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 04:52:24</strong>
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				There was so little outward reaction to her news about three of his 'family' being alive. But then why expect anything else? He had done her job before she had even been born and before that been black ops. He was good at facial control, probably better then her. And he didn't have a tail to reveal any repressed emotions. Her's flicked behind her as if in reminder and she was about to type something into the computer again when he reached for her hand and she went still, pale cat like eyes flashing in his direction. <br><br>At the mention of removing the tracker she felt torn. If it was removed then she could truly be what she had been trained to be, the ultimate weapon who was impartial and held up what was right and did it, no matter what it took. That fulfilled her purpose, but removed even the smallest semblance of home. Of family. She and her project 'sisters' weren't close. What had happened with the Olympian's had caused the Agency to keep most of their new agents appart. Made her curious about the Heroes. <br><br>Still there were things to think about now. To remove it would be an act of sedition, near treason and would sign a death warrant in the Agency's eyes. <em>"...they have a place for you. If you break from them, you'll most likely never have that again.&nbsp; I wish I could offer you a way out, but the truth is you're either their weapon or a threat to them..."</em><br><br>She looked down at how Apollo held her hand, her feline eyes opaque. "Your wrong. They don't have a place for me, simply a use. You think I'll be loosing something, but the truth is that I never had it. No names are disclosed, all those I come in contact with are rotated away every few months, its always been that way. No attachments, no emotions. They trained me to be a weapon. Why should I fear doing what I was created to do? So yes, I'll take this step. Like I said, human's don't like other, even other that they themselves have made."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 00:37:44</strong>
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				He nodded as she spoke and his hand tightened on her own slightly, squeezing it gently.&nbsp; What she said was true, but it was one of those truths most people would rather pretend wasn't.&nbsp; He felt bad for her.<br><br>"They failed," he said softly, "Despite their best efforts, you're not a better monster than I was."<br><br>Because he had been a monster in his own way.&nbsp; Some would still describe him as one.&nbsp; But the world wasn't perfect, and sometimes it took someone like them to protect those very people.&nbsp; Because as bad as either of them might be, there were worse monsters out there.&nbsp; Monsters like Rutger.<br><br>"I'll get in touch with the doctor.&nbsp; We should be safe here until I can arrange a meeting." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 03:04:26</strong>
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				"Perhaps that's why I believe you....that we are monster's together." <br><br>The words came absently, aloud musings of a brilliant mind that couldn't quiet compute something together. She relaxed back into the chair, pale green eyes thoughtful. She reached for the file again, paging through it, wondering at what they had wanted to make her. She withdrew her hand gently from Apollo's hold but firmly, focusing on information was better. She liked his touch, but that was a weakness not to be thought of. She was suppose to touch as little as possible unless she was making a kill. <br><br>And she didn't want to kill him, for now. "Very well, I hope it doesn't take too long." Came her absent reply to the comment about the doctor, she went back to the computer then, going through the files again, this time slower, analyzing every speck of information she could. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 00:18:02</strong>
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				She pulled her hand away and broke the contact.&nbsp; He eased back from her and rubbed his hand with the other absently.&nbsp; Attachments were dangerous for people like them.&nbsp; The easiest way to avoid that was not to be open to them.&nbsp; And when they did happen... well you just had to keep them locked down.&nbsp; Pretend that it didn't matter.&nbsp; Pretend that you didn't care that she was still alive and held prisoner.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm going to make the call.&nbsp; I'm not sure how long before he responds back."&nbsp; Or if he does.&nbsp; No, they'd fallen out of contact and things were strained but the doctor would answer if he reached out.&nbsp; Their differences weren't more important than the threat of the Agency.&nbsp; He left her alone with the computers while he picked up the phone and dialed.&nbsp; It wasn't trust as much as simply the fact that anything she might do while he wasn't watching, she could could do as easily after killing or incapacitating him.&nbsp; Once he'd left a voicemail he returned to watch her.<br><br>"Now we wait for him to contact us."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 19:39:24</strong>
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				Grace gave him an absent nod as the man left to make his call into the doctor that could truly make her a ghost. No way to track her, no way to control her now; she would be the governing body of herself for the first time in her short life and she wasn't sure if she should be excited or terrified. A bit of both perhaps, but neither emotion was truly needed and so she dismissed them, focusing on what she was reading instead. The information made sense, it was Agency presented, details about what they had hoped to do with her. <br><br>What about the Heros? She was going to need more up to date data if she wanted to do anything about bringing these people down. But who to approach? Who would betray the Agency? <br><br>She sat back in her chair, hands on her lap and eyes closing as she mentally called up a list of faces and positions, her photographic memory running through all those who worked at the Agency. Only a few of them worked around her long term though; but surely once someone was briefed in and working they wouldn't just get rid of them even if they did move them off a detail that meant that she herself saw them. Too wasteful. So some of them must still be there. <br><br>The half feline woman glanced up at Apollo when he returned, nodding at his information. "What is your current health condition? I need to know to understand what we are up against and any thing that might slow us down or cause issues."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 21:57:20</strong>
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				Spencer lowered himself into a chair and nodded.&nbsp; "The Olympians were chemically augmented.&nbsp; It was a cocktail of various enhancers and metabolic accelerators but we called it Amp for short.&nbsp; As for what it does... well it makes you better.&nbsp; Faster, stronger, more alert, more focused... <br><br>He paused and looked down at his hand as a series of tremors made it shake where it sat on the arm of his chair.<br><br>"They told us it unlocked the full human potential.&nbsp; What they didn't tell us is that going full tilt was basically aging our bodies at the same accelerated rate.&nbsp; Amp wears your systems out by supercharging them.&nbsp; Stopping cold turkey causes a fatal crash, another means of keeping us in line I guess.&nbsp; The doctor managed to detox those of us who got out."<br><br>There was another moment of quiet.&nbsp; <br><br>"The long term effects matched up with about a decade of aging per year of use.&nbsp; I wasn't bad off after, still in good condition.&nbsp; But I've needed the edge to pull off some operations against the Agency since then and it seems that the deterioration is much worse from spikes of use.&nbsp; I'll be weakened for the next few days.&nbsp; The main side effects are usually muscle spasms, disorientation, headaches, and blurred vision.&nbsp; It gets worse each time, so I am not sure how long before I'll recover.&nbsp; And each time I use Amp it leaves me a little weaker than before."&nbsp; He shrugged and leaned back in his chair.&nbsp; "But I figured it was worth the price to catch a Muse and I knew I couldn't do it without the Amp."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 06:45:55</strong>
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				The feline woman listened carefully to what the ex operative told her, her tail flicking back and forward in an idel gesture though her eyes didn't miss the tremors that moved through Apollo. It seemed like a high cost for something that in the end had lead to betrayal. But then he and the other Olympian's had thought they were serving the greater good by doing it, giving up their lives for something meaningful. She had observed solider's in her time, even the Hero's when sparring with them. The something meaningful meant a lot to humans. <br><br>Perhaps she was lucky she was a Muse and only had to worry about what was right rather then meaningful. It meant she didn't mind the dirty work, not got depressed when illusions proved false. She had little illusions, the Agency's purpose had been one but it had been altered at least and she would simply adjust and do what they had made her to do.<br><br>Emotionless. What would he think if he knew she was calmly going over every part of the facility she knew and estimating how to kill each sector neatly and cleanly. He would probably be unsettled. She was other. Regardless of what he wanted to believe. She crossed her legs in the chair, spinning slightly in it out of a random burst of need to move, not caring that the long T shirt likely didn't hide flashes of higher up her thighs as she did so. There was no shame in her. Still Grace halted the spin once it had gone around once. "You will detox and then not touch the stuff again if we are to work together. Physical therapy should build you back up some, treat your body like a temple, a weapon, do not try and bulk it up with unneeded excess." <br><br>"Now, do you have a work out room? A place to run or something? I have energy that I need to work out before it proves uncomfortable."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 22:52:17</strong>
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				He watched her as she spun the chair and listened.&nbsp; It was a idle restless gesture done without thought.&nbsp; No, he was sure her mind was taking in everything he was telling her and sorting it into place.&nbsp; Her response made his eyebrow arch in surprise.&nbsp; Not what she ordered, that was a purely logical conclusion, but the way she skipped right past asking or even stating and went straight to ordering him.<br><br>"The Amp was a calculated risk," he responded, "I knew that challenging a Muse was beyond the capabilities of one normal human.&nbsp; Plus I had only outdated data on your abilities, I had to be prepared for unplanned situations.&nbsp; It wasn't an unneeded excess.&nbsp; Now, if we are going to work together, that does change things.&nbsp; Your physical abilities do not come at the same unfortunate cost, so clearly we'll want to make use of that instead.&nbsp; However, while I do agree that avoiding using Amp again is the best option, I am not going to categorically eliminate it as an option and I am not going to do it because you ordered it."<br><br>He was upset but he stopped and forced himself to take a slow breath.&nbsp; She'd been raised intentionally without socialization.&nbsp; Being angry at her was like being mad at a child for doing something childish.<br><br>"Look.&nbsp; I've been doing this solo a long while.&nbsp; I know you would be a huge asset in this fight but I haven't wrapped my head around working with someone else yet.&nbsp; I'm not prepared to take orders and I'm sure you're not in the mood to either, so let's meet halfway and call this a partnership.&nbsp; There's nowhere for a proper run without going topside, which isn't an option while you're still chipped, but there is a treadmill in the gym.&nbsp; Some decent weight machines in there as well."<br><br>He gripped the arms of his chair and slowly forced himself back to his feet, wavering as he got his cane.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 00:52:37</strong>
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				Her lips pursed slightly as he spoke, she acceded to the fact that he couldn't have taken her down without some help; still what a reckless risk. She kept her thoughts to herself though sensing he wouldn't care to hear more and shrugged her shoulders at his mention of her abilities not having a cost. Perhaps they didn't have the physical cost his did but there was always a cost, to everything. Hers just happened to be humanity. <br><br>Still it made her curious to realize she had upset him somehow, what triggered had she pressed? She had not been offensive nor teasing, simply stating out logical facts. Perhaps too demanding then? But Muses were not meant to compromise. She pushed away any concern over that and simply listened to Apollo. He was apologizing a touch to her even, which made her uncomfortable and she wrinkled her nose at the thought of taking orders from anyone now that her handlers had been betrayed as liars. No, she made her own orders. <br><br>"Gym works, they didn't let us outside often." Shaking her head Grace came to her feet, slender hands bracing him and slinging one of his arms around her shoulder. "You are only going to cause more damage pushing yourself, let me....er...may I help you?" The question sat awkward in her words but she was trying to be nice, her ears twitching at doing something not in her normal mode of operations. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 22:28:30</strong>
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				At first, he stiffened and tried to resist her efforts to help him.&nbsp; But that awkward question made him stop.&nbsp; He let her take his weight and nodded.&nbsp; He'd been alone a long time, too long perhaps.<br><br>"Thanks," he said softly and then pointed the way through the complex toward the gym.&nbsp; "We're in one of the decommissioned Minute Man silos here," he explained as they walked, both to break the quiet that had fallen and to distract himself from the sensation of her pressed against his side.&nbsp; It was impossible to ignore that whatever else she was, she was decidedly female.&nbsp; Way too long alone...<br><br>"And here we are," he said as they reached the door and he slipped free of her.&nbsp; There was both relief and a pang of reluctance to be parted from her.&nbsp; He opened the door and stepped in to flick the lights on.&nbsp; The room wasn't overly large but it wasn't cramped either.&nbsp; Nothing too advanced but all of the equipment was clean and well-maintained.&nbsp; He took a slow breath to calm his slightly quickened pulse and added, "Nothing as fancy as I'm sure you're used to, but it will get the job done."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 01:01:25</strong>
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				When he let her help him she discovered he was not proud to the point of hubris and that made her smile for some reason. She let him guide them as she nodded absently at the information about the location. It made sense, she supposed, his choice of hiding place. When they reached his gym she glanced around and was content at the sight of a treadmill. It wasn't anything fancy but it would work to help her burn off the worst of the raw energy that was coursing up through her. <br><br>It didn't escape her notice that he was clearly happy to withdraw from her but Grace refused to let that affect or bother her, people didn't like to touch her she could deal. "Thank you; you don't have to stay with me if you don't care to. I can locate you easily enough once I'm done."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>31-08-2011, 21:01:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook his head.&nbsp; "Actually, it helps to work the muscles," he answered as he made his way over to the weight bench and dropped onto it heavily.&nbsp; He smiled and lifted the smallest dumbbell from the rack.&nbsp; "Just the light ones," he said before she could protest, "It keeps the cramping and tremors down."<br><br>He took the other one kilogram weight in his other hand and started a set of slow curls with them.&nbsp; He grimaced as his arm muscles began to twinge under such a simple workout.&nbsp; He'd known this would be the result, but the amp had been the only way.&nbsp; And maybe... if she really could be trusted... there would be a better option next time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 20:03:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her head tilted to the side slightly with curiosity in her eyes at his words, watching him move toward the weight bench; there was something distinctly feline in the whole expression on her features and even the gesture of her body, her ears twitching at the smile. Grace had been tempted to tell him to be careful but then he promised only the light ones and she shrugged her shoulders clearly dismissing the concern from her thoughts. He was a grown man, and had been a Olympian, he knew what he could and couldn't handle. Babying Apollo was not likely to endear her to him.<br><br>Instead she stalked through the room to the treadmill and started up the machine, a slow jog at first steadily increasing it until she was running steadily at a speed that wouldn't have been out of place on a high way. She gave no thought for how the over large shirt was moving against her, only focused on her running willing out the restless energy. It was easy to get lost in thought when she ran on a treadmill and so she let herself, considering the turn of events, going over all the information he had given her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 07:36:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn't take all that long for his muscles to reach a state of rubbery uselessness.&nbsp; But the tremors had also ended.&nbsp; Something about lingering chemical residue being left behind if you didn't work it all out.&nbsp; Spencer moved to the other equipment, working the rest of his muscles steadily.&nbsp; It hurt, but it was important.&nbsp; <br><br>By the time he pushed away from the last machine and flopped to the floor breathless, she'd hit her stride.&nbsp; The man leaned against the wall and watched her bare legs and the fluttering hem of the nightshirt.&nbsp; He was aware that she'd shredded the bra and panties he'd included but it didn't make the glimpses of her firm ass any less tantalizing.&nbsp; With and groan he looked away.&nbsp; The last thing she needed was for him to go all pervy on her.&nbsp; <br><br>But in his current state, when he tried to lever himself up he ended up flopping back down after only a few seconds.&nbsp; Apparently he'd overdone it after all, but his arms and legs both were not up to supporting his weight at the moment.&nbsp; He squirmed and forced himself not to turn toward the sound of the treadmill but he couldn't help but imagine the sight of her or control the physical response that caused.<br><br>It really had been way too damn long since he'd had any female company.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 08:00:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even lost in her analyzing and run she noted when Apollo finished his work out, when he leaned back against the wall; she felt his eyes on her but made no comment. He could be ogling her like most men would, hell even Hero's did so sometimes it was part of her design after all. Or he could be evaluating her workout, her form, making notes on her strengths. He also was a man, a solider and had a man's pride so she ignored him and focused on her own thoughts and the exercise. <br><br>Minutes slipped past, time for him to move on his own if he could and desired to, time for her to spend herself. After a hour though she felt reasonably soothed down from the edge of her energy and so shut off the treadmill and stepped off it, shaking her head to loosen her hair and wrinkling her elegant nose as her tender senses caught her smell. <br><br>Grace stalked to his side then, arching a brow in question about his state though she didn't ask in words. Don't prod the wounded man and all that. "Would you happen to have showers and a change of....clothing? I am starting to hurt my own nose."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 01:40:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up at her when she stepped over.&nbsp; It was certainly a nice view.&nbsp; He shook his head and reached up, waiting for her to take his hand and help him up.&nbsp; It was less embarrassing than the prospect of her watching him try and fail to get up on his own.<br><br>"Showers yes," he answered, "But I didn't plan on you staying so I only bought one set of clothes for you.&nbsp; I can dig up something for you to wear till we can get some more as long as you don't mind wearing my clothes."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 04:49:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace caught him looking at her the way a man looked at a woman and nearly wanted to laugh. She wasn't a human woman, but maybe the dangers of her being didn't off put him. Her tail whisked around behind her when he reached up a hand and with a shrug to herself she helped him up to stand her arms far stronger then they should be by appearance. She was clearly shorter and smaller then him, feminine and feline to the extreme with supple curves and delicate bone structure; but they had engineered her, made her just as they liked. <br><br>Played gods in their own sick little ways. But now she would be the emotionless justice they had always wanted. Silly humans. Was he even really human by now either? <br><br>Her nose wrinkled when he mentioned he hadn't planned on her staying. What had he meant to free her or kill her? Regardless now he was stuck with her. If he had risked his life to do what was right she wasn't going to just abandon him and let him die unless there was no other option. Her mission would be carried out and he wasn't priority but he was important and valuable enough at the moment. She really was a cold hearted bitch. The thought of it didn't bother her though. <br><br>"I don't, though they'll be loose its better then this. As long as it isn't cheap stuff, those panties were torment. Hyper sensitivity does have some down sides...such as how you caught me. Is there any way to train against that? I'd rather it not be repeated."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 21:05:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He saw the reaction and just nodded.&nbsp; He wasn't going to lie to her about his initial plans and he was pretty certain she was pragmatic enough to not be offended.&nbsp; After all, she'd been sent to kill him.&nbsp; But her comment pushed that aside and he pursed his lips.<br><br>"Well I mainly go for ease of movement and sturdiness," he admitted.&nbsp; Idly he found himself thinking of just how responsive her heightened sense of touch would make her...&nbsp; <br><br>He shook his head to banish that thought and took his cane to begin walking.&nbsp; The shower adjoined the gym and had a small area with lockers facing an open tiled area with four shower heads.&nbsp; He opened a locker and pulled out an olive drab t shirt and a matching pair of boxers.&nbsp; "These are cotton and softened up a bit from wear."&nbsp; He held them out to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 21:17:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace noted that he didn't respond to her question about training against the overwhelming of her senses; perhaps he didn't know or perhaps there simply as nothing to be done. To adjust herself to it she'd have to blunt some of the more refined qualities of her senses which could put her in different sorts of dangers. Apparently it was impossible to truly create the perfect 'solider'. They should pair Heros up with Muses, if they were smart, but they wouldn't most likely. <br><br>Not after the Olympians. <br><br>Curiously her eyes traveled over the shower area, noting there was no chance of privacy but that didn't bother her overly much. Nudity did not mean vulnerability, at least not to her. The feline woman accepted the clothing he offered out to her, running her hands over them before giving a nod of approval. "This won't irritate. Thank you." <br><br>She placed them on the bench in front of the lockers and then without a second thought tugged the large shirt she had on up and over her head, baring her whole body to him. The supple curves were feminine yet athletic and her whole body was seamlessly a pale, rich gold. Grace left Apollo were he stood, striding to the shower with her tail whisking the air behind her, a carmel hue really almost with white at the end, it melded into her spine and skin seemingly naturally. Her ears lowered, flattening to keep the water out that could so annoy them. Shower caps, that would be useful, that was often how she showered in the Agency, or having something to put into her ears, simliar to ear plugs to keep the water from damaging her hearing. <br><br>Thinking of that she turned toward him, pale green eyes curious. "Shower cap possible? Water in my ears is a bitch and it affects my hearing for a few hours after usually, can be a bit painful. And please don't ever use that against me...I'd have to kill you for it." It was a lame joke, if it was a joke but she didn't care.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 03:48:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was staring when she turned to face him and he knew that if she hadn't picked up on it before she would most certainly now.&nbsp; But at the same time he didn't look away or blush.&nbsp; She clearly wasn't modest and better to just admit that he found her arousing than act like a schoolboy.&nbsp; He'd finished undressing while she got in the shower and he knew that the physical proof of his interest was plain for her to see.&nbsp; If it bothered her, he had no doubt she'd let him know.<br><br>He rose and made his way across to the tiled enclosure, pausing at one of the lockers and opening it.&nbsp; "Hmm... Have to pick you up one when I get you some clothes.&nbsp; I do have some ear plugs though."&nbsp; He pulled out a pair from the half empty box and tossed them still in their plastic wrapper to her.&nbsp; "I had an ear infection a while back."<br><br>Closing the locker he moved to the shower and leaned against the wall opposite her to wait until she'd put them in to start the water.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Grace (Wistful Dream &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 19:44:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The expression on Apollo's face had her pausing, her own expression turning puzzled, head cocked to the side slightly as her pale green eyes ran over his body trying to ascertain just what was putting her off. There, between his legs, his cock was aroused, hardened because of viewing her. She had seen men's bodies before, been trained how to hurt them the quickest and she knew that his desire for her could give her an advantage against him; not that she needed one now. Perhaps they should have sent her in to retrieve in him the nude. but that was unnecessary now so she simply ignored the idea. <br><br>Sexual desire weakened one though, it had been trained out of her to a degree, and suppressed by a supplement...that she no longer had access to. Damn it. That could make things tricky should one of her heat periods happen. She caught the earplugs out of reflex to something being thrown toward her, not attention and she glanced down at the package in her hands curiously. She doubted they would give her completely protection but if she kept her ears flat that should help. <br><br>A flex of her hand had her claws coming back out and she sliced open the plastic neatly, letting the wrapping flutter to the ground before she retracted the claws and inserted the things, ears flattening the moment after. She stepped closer to the shower, feeling the stickiness of her sweat still on her skin and gestured for him to start the water, her eyes scanning for soap. 
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