DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil & Vergil)
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 00:14:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 21:45, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, nondescript drinking establishment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis (Soon).<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0</div></div><br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Unhappy with her lot in life and her recent string of misfortune, Mar'i feels a vast emptiness inside and a severe lack of motivation to do anything about it. So what else can she do? Get <em>fucking</em> wasted and then get herself filled by the nearest desperate loser she can find.<br><hr><hr><br>The bar was - unsurprisingly - a bit too loud and crowded for Mar'i. There were large groups congregating around pretty much every table, every stool at the bar itself was occupied, there were a great number of people drinking outside in the allocated external area despite the biting cold - so cold, in fact, that the ground was covered in a thick, crunchy layer of snow even as more tiny snowflakes fell from the clouds above - and the general hubbub was so loud that the music in the background playing from the overhead speaker system was all but drowned out by the patrons. Mar'i herself was at that moment caught between two slightly larger men who were currently engaged in an enthusiastic conversation with the people immediately next to <em>them,</em> and whilst they hadn't yet caught her in the back of the head with their gesticulations, she assumed it was only a matter of time before one of them had the misfortune of accidentally catching her with one of their wild gestures. Not that Mar'i would have cared overly much, of course; she was already in a foul mood, so what was one more knock to the head and a spilled drink all over her overcoat? That would be the perfect way to top off that particular visitation to the local bar, that was for damn certain, and besides...it wasn't like it would stain; what she was drinking was actually a fairly similar colour to her jacket, and her dark brown - almost black in the right light - coat was there to catch the stains so the outfit beneath it didn't get ruined. If she spilled her drink, the most she would be annoyed about would be the fact that it wasn't a particularly cheap drink; whiskey was actually very expensive, particularly around those parts, and it was only the third one she'd ordered that night...in fact, it was the third one she'd ordered in about seven months, and she wanted to savour it. She drank, of course, but rarely did she have the money to splash out and get something pricey...but, it was Christmas, after all, so she figured she would treat herself. Nobody else was going to, after all.<br><br>And there was the nub of the matter; the bar wasn't too crowded or too noisy or too busy or anything like that. On most other days, Mar'i would have loved the hubbub and the atmosphere and would likely have slipped through the crowd to find some handsome young fella or pretty little lady to flirt with until it came time for her to move on...or "move in," if things went particularly well in the flirtation. She would almost certainly have gotten several free drinks out of the deal, and possibly even a partner to take to a club afterwards. But that night....that night was different. She'd started drinking a little earlier than normal, then sobered up, then come out for some more drinking to quell the unpleasant sense of gnawing melancholy that she felt in the pit of her stomach. This was her first Christmas in this new universe, and despite having been here for a few months already - with a new job, considering that she couldn't very well live on the streets and eat garbage - she hadn't really made any new friends and so was largely alone over the holidays. She didn't have anybody to say "Merry Christmas" to her, she didn't have anybody to count down to the New Year with her, she didn't have anybody to toast eggnog with and she certainly didn't have anybody to sit next to the fireplace with and watch bad Christmas movies like she used to do with her mother before she passed. But honestly? She hadn't really tried that hard. What was the point of making new friends when at any moment the universe could rip open and pull her back through? She'd hopped through time and space three times, each time landing in a place she didn't recognise with people she didn't know, and now the life she had managed to build in her first "stop" was lost to her forever...so why bother building a new one when that could just as easily happen again? <br><br>She drained her glass of whiskey then gestured for a fourth, closing her eyes momentarily to enjoy the backblast of bitter warmth drain down her throat, along with the pleasant-feeling head-buzz flare up momentarily before settling back down to a normal background level. She didn't get drunk easily, thanks to her half-Tamaranian physiology, so the buzz was muted and only just starting to become noticeable...hence the fourth glass. She'd need it if she was going to forget about her pain in the ass holiday depression long enough for her to actually have some fun that night. Of course, that wasn't going to happen in the bar; as she was saying, she would usually go and find somebody to flirt with, but that night the bar was entirely filled with Christmas parties and groups of friends hanging out together and sharing stories about the year and even if she managed to insert herself into a group like that, the subject would inevitably turn to her, and she didn't feel like even thinking about her past year right at that moment. She wanted to get tipsy, go to a club, get lost in the music and drag some poor sap back to her place for some desperate, loneliness-reducing holiday sex. That, at least, would distract her for the night and she would hopefully have enough of that wonderful after-sex glowing warmth she always got to offset her self-loathing in the morning. Casual sex was nothing to be ashamed about and if you could reliably go out whenever you wanted and get interested parties lining up, that was something to feel <em>good</em> about...but if you went out and snagged somebody because you felt sorry for yourself and were using it to deal with being lonely? That was where the shame and the feelings of regret came from, especially if you woke to find the bed empty. In a lonely, worthless mood, the last thing you needed was to feel discarded after use. She shivered and drained her fourth whiskey, ordering yet another. She was getting melancholy again, and she didn't like it. She needed to feel some self-confidence again soon, and the only way she could think to do that was by picking somebody worth going home with up at the club and she couldn't do that reeking of desperation and worthlessness. More alcohol was evidently needed.<br><br>The thing was, she <em>knew</em> that what she was doing was unhealthy and reprehensible and dangerous and self destructive and all those other things that women like her got accused of being around that time of year, but she couldn't stop herself; how could she, when so far as she knew all of her original friends and family were either dead or as good as, and the friends she made when she slipped through to that alternate universe weren't even looking for her because they assumed she had gotten back to her own universe? And technically, she <em>had;</em> it was just a desolate wasteland that she would really rather she hadn't seen. At least in her head, she could pretend that her friends and what remained of her family was still alive, but her idiotic attempt to get back only resulted in her realising just how much she had lost...and then to put the nugget on top of the shitcake, when she tried to fly back through the wormhole and return to the universe she'd made a life in to try and find somebody to hold her, guess what? She'd fallen through to <em>this</em> universe instead for whatever <em>fucking</em> reason the universe had decided to use as a justification to screw her over again, and she was faced with the prospect of starting all over again! She'd had to get a job to eat, of course, but besides going to work and turning on her fake charm to get the tips she needed, she hadn't really felt any particular drive to do anything else. She was exhausted both mentally and emotionally, and she didn't know if she had it in her to try again or rebuild or try and find a way to get back to that first universe she fell to or anything like that. She just...she felt like curling up and hiding from the world until she wasted away and her dishevelled, worn, battered body finally matched the state of her burned out brain. She knew it wasn't what her parents or her grandfather or her friends would want, but...she just didn't think she had it in her any more.<br><br>Hence, the drinking and the desperate sex and the dead-end job and the repetitive routine of her life. She liked a drink and there was nothing wrong with that, but she drank way too much even by Tamaranian standards. She liked casual sex and her mothers culture was extremely sensual and liberal and there was nothing wrong with indulging in the pleasures of the flesh in order to gain some enjoyment from life, but her current sexual habits were more attempts to distract herself from her own neuroses and fuel her self worth, when they were <em>supposed</em> to feed <em>off</em> of her confidence to give her the joy and satisfaction from being intimate with a person she desired...and that was a problem. She desired the validation, not the people she slept with, and that was exactly the wrong way to go about it. Waitressing wasn't a bad start to the working world since it gave you so much relevant experience but she was using it to simply fund her existence with no motivation to move on <em>at all,</em> and that was a problem. She couldn't even motivate herself to patrol the area and help people, since honestly...they would just be in trouble again a few nights later, and she would have no lasting impact on anything. And that was the wrong attitude to have. She <em>knew</em> all of that, but she just couldn't bring herself to care any more. Maybe it would get better after the holidays. Maybe she would Resolve to make some friends and start building up something worth calling a "life" again, and maybe she would get out of that self-destructive rut she found herself in. Maybe she would even start <em>enjoying</em> sex again instead of simply using it as a less painful distraction from her own thoughts. Or, more likely, she would promise herself to do it and then just "not have the energy" and conveniently forget that she made the promise in the first place. She wouldn't put it past herself, in her current state.<br><br>She drained the whiskey again, and smiled as she felt the rush come back, stronger, before receding to the back of her mind. She felt momentarily warm and fuzzy and couldn't quite remember the previous train of thought and for the briefest of moments, she was content to just sit there in her own muffled, stuffy, slightly dizzy head...and then her Tamaranian durability caught up with her and forced the feeling to recede again. It didn't retreat as far that time, but it went back far enough that she was easily still one of the most sober people in the bar. Her previous blissfully oblivious smile took on a tinge of sadness as her dour mood returned - albeit a little more muted than before - before it disappeared completely. At least she wasn't a full-blooded Tamaranian; it would take about a weeks wages to get drunk if she was like her mother, so she guessed she had her dad to thank for at least being able to drown her sorrows more effectively than Mother'd be able to. So there was that, at least...it wasn't <em>all</em> bad. A few more drinks should do it, and then she'd head off to the club...whereas the people here were here to party with friends, the people at the club would be looking for the same thing she was; a good time just before Christmas, either to boast to their friends or just to feel less alone. There were plenty of people who had lost loved ones in Gotham, dangerous city as it was, so she was at least in good company. Her moods recently always went that way; she'd be melancholy during her drinks, she would have a bit too much and get fuzzy and unfocused and overly affectionate - even by her mothers standards, as she understood it - have a night of blissful distraction and momentary peace...and then wake up the next morning filled with regret, a pounding headache and nobody to comfort her. What she <em>wanted</em> was somebody to talk to and somebody to hold her and tell her it was going to be ok and even somebody to kick her up the ass and get her to start doing what she needed to do to get out of that hole she had dug herself...but that wasn't going to happen any time soon. That kind of relationship took time and effort to build, and Mar'i wasn't inclined to invest either, or she wouldn't need that friend in the first place. A real chicken and egg problem, obviously...and one that wasn't going to get solved. So, alcohol and desperate validation sex was the best she was going to get.<br><br>She drained her glass and ordered another, the warm fuzzy feeling lingering for slightly longer that time, that blissful ignorance washing over her a little more insistently than before. Just a few more, and the anger and melancholy would be banished until morning. Just a few more.<br><br><em>Merry Christmas to me,</em> she thought bitterly as she lifted the glass to her lips. <em>And a happy new year.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 01:58:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/3372222779/d95eef7e85e61d4afddb1bc4e5f6edc3.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 21:45, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, local bar, nondescript.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar, Megan Morse, (leaving.)<br><strong>Scene music:</strong>&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Purchased on the jukebox for her personal enjoyment, the patrons be damned.</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo1VInw-SKc&amp;list=PL335D46E14219645C&amp;index=142</div></div><br>Pulling up to the same bar on her Ducati, Artemis popped the brake and nimbly climbed off the back of the hunter green painted motorbike, a smug grin on her face as Megan puttered to a stop beside her powerful beast of transportation.&nbsp; <strong>"When I told you not to wait up for me Artemis, I didn't say you had to leave me five blocks in your dust."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis chuckled but shrugged as her martian counterpart came to a stop on her glorified moped, the martian disguised as a slender redhead with amber eyes, frowning in mock disapproval while the emotions radiating through their psychic link told another story even as she tried to juggle the heavy boxes and shopping bags hanging from the front of her much 'safer' mode of transportation.&nbsp; Like M'gann herself, her moped was soft and innocent in its outward appearance, pink and soft curves in all the right places, but Artemis knew better than to judge a book by its cover when it came to the woman at her side.<br><br>Still, while the woman herself was much more than she appeared, the alien's mundane vehicle was just as soft and unassuming as it appeared compared to Artemis's monstrous Ducati, one of the few things she had taken with her from Star City after making her plans to move back to Gotham, for good.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey, I told you you could have rode behind me, but you're the one that insisted you wanted to be my tag along Megan."</strong>&nbsp; As predictable as ever, the martian blushed, her white cheeks turning almost as red as her hair at the slight innuendo that Artemis had managed to filter into the otherwise innocent statement.&nbsp; But she hugged Megan and patted her on the back in an effort to reassure and comfort her a little, two things she wasn't normally the greatest at, before nodding to the bar.&nbsp; <strong>"So, what do you think, want to have a quick drink, or did ya just want to get that junk to my mom's place?"</strong>&nbsp; While Artemis knew the chances of Megan actually sharing a drink stronger than a glass of wine was low given her cheerful mood, she still felt the need to ask since they were so close.<br><br>So while she was a little disappointed when the expected if kind refusal was given, Artemis merely went with the flow as Megan confirmed her suspicions.&nbsp; It was probably just as well anyway, a drunk telepath, at least according to Megan herself, was not someone you wanted in the same room.&nbsp; It could get...awkward, and Megan really didn't need any help in having the occasional social slip up as it was despite her time on Earth, having helped her adjust to what was considered normal for the rest of Artemis's species.&nbsp; <strong>"I think I'll just help your mother unpack the rest of this if it's all the same to you Arty.&nbsp; 'Sides, it's almost Christmas!"</strong>&nbsp; Megan cheerfully replied, far more excited by the prospect of celebrating the holidays with Artemis back in town.<br><br><strong>"Yes I know this Megan."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis huffed as she gestured to the wreaths and mistletoe hanging from nearly every window and above every door on the block, but rolled her eyes and shot her old friend a smirk underneath the protective visor of her hunter green painted bike helmet.&nbsp; Pulling it off, the archer hung it on the handlebar of her Ducati, which was painted a similar shade of green, before nodding to the bar beside them.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, I plan to celebrate my return to Gotham.&nbsp; There will be plenty of time to get all festive later."</strong><br><br><strong>"Awww....but alright.&nbsp; Call if you're gonna be late or if you uh-"</strong>&nbsp; Megan trailed off, predictably shying away from using the S word, much to Artemis's immense amusement.&nbsp; Making the martian blush had been the old gang's favorite pastime back in the day, and it still made the archer smirk in good natured mischief as her alien friend fumbled about, trying to find a way to dig herself out of the verbal pitfall she had dug for herself.<br><br>Deciding to take pity on her, Artemis squeezed Megan on her shoulder, covered in a blue, heavy winter coat that looked suspiciously similar to the same shade as her old cape when she was in Miss Martian attire.&nbsp; Filing that bit of trivia away for later, knowing full well the coat and the dress pants she had on were just her martian bio clothes, Artemis let her hand fall to a riding jean clad hip, her own upper body covered in a heavy black leather riding jacket, underneath which resided a simple short sleeve shirt.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll let ya know if I get lucky, but I honestly don't expect that to happen.&nbsp; Go on, I'll be fine.&nbsp; And tell my mom not to worry, I'll be home early tomorrow, afternoon at the latest.&nbsp; And I expect <em>you </em>to be there Megan."</strong><br><br><strong>"I will be."</strong>&nbsp; The martian promised before giving her Earth 'sister' one last, much more tight hug which the archer returned wholeheartedly.&nbsp; <strong>"It's good to have you back Arty."</strong><br><br>"It's good to be back."&nbsp; Artemis replied before they parted, the sinceirty in her voice only matched by what she passed along through the psychic link at the same time.&nbsp; Watching Megan go, the archer waited until she had driven around the corner, boxes, bags, and the rest of their junk balanced in the moped's attached basket, an impossible feat unless you happened to be able to manipulate objects with a mere thought or two, before she turned to the bar at her side.&nbsp; Opening the door before kicking it shut behind her, Artemis cut a path right to the jukebox before depositing a couple bucks into the machine.&nbsp; She needed something more cheerful than whatever was currently on, and Rachel Platten's Fight Song was as good a choice as any.&nbsp; Only after that was taken care of did Artemis make a beeline for the bar, stopping short when she spied an exotic, tanned skinned, raven haired woman at the bar, pressed in between a bunch of sweaty and drunken men that she wouldn't have touched with a ten foot pole.&nbsp; Shaking off her surprise at finding such a ravishing woman in a dump like this, Artemis squeezed herself into the seat next to the woman, nodding to the barkeep.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll have whatever she's having."</strong>&nbsp; The archer said before sliding a few more bills across the counter, which the man accepted after looking away from Artemis's intense, focused gray eyes.&nbsp; She crossed her arms and snorted in derision, having gotten used to how she could unnerve most people with just a mere glance.&nbsp; She was not someone you fucked with lightly.&nbsp; At least, that was the general vibe she gave off, but in reality, there was a lot more going on underneath the blonde woman's exterior than most of those same people realized.<br><br>Who could have ever guessed that she had just bumped into someone that could relate to just how true that thought was?
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 17:10:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 21:45, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, nondescript drinking establishment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i notices Artemis sitting next to her, but elects not to say anything; why should she? It isn't like she'd be noticed in any event. She goes to finish her penultimate drink, but is bumped into from behind and ends up spilling her drink down her front. The man who bumped into her proceeds to attempt to flirt, despite Mar'i's attempts at rejection. After touching her thigh without permission, she loses her temper and bangs his head against the bar before pushing him back into a loaded table. She drains her replacement drink and stands up, ready for the inevitable fight to come.<br><hr><hr><br>Mar'i was just about to knock back her seventh whiskey and order an eighth when something changed in the area around her; it wasn't anything serious or noteworthy or anything like that - more like a fluctuation in the crowds density than anything else - but Mar'i had learned the hard way to pay attention to alterations like that. Grandpa in particular had stressed the need for a constant awareness of her surroundings if she was going to follow in her parents footsteps, and he had made plenty of reasons for her to take that lesson to heart. Several times she had gotten distracted and he'd just jumped out of an alcove in Wayne Manor and pushed her over the balcony, or through a door or something like that. It was lucky that she could fly as easily as breathing, or he could have seriously hurt her...and, of course, more than once he caught a Starbolt to the shoulder as soon as she had righted herself and tracked him down. It was almost like he had treated it like a game of sorts, always seeing if he could catch her out...and, in the early days at least, he always did. The old man had moved quickly for somebody who was close to sixty years old. As she had grown, those moments of catching her unawares had reduced, though whether it was more down to her own increasing awareness or his own advancing age, she had no idea...and she didn't much care to consider it. <br><br>She forced her mind away from those now-painful memories and back to the matter at hand; something had changed...she glanced around surreptitiously and soon found the source of the alteration; the man that had been pressing in on her right hand side was gone - or he was at least shunted to the side - and replaced by a blonde woman, closer to Mar'i's own size and age (from the looks of it). She looked lean and confident, like she could handle herself, and for a moment Mar'i envied her...she probably had no cares in the world right at that moment, with a confidence that oozed out of her very pores and the self-confidence necessary to just shove people out of her way without worrying about their thoughts on the matter. She looked at her long enough to see that she was ordering the same thing that Mar'i was having - though likely not the same amount, or she'd be on the floor in no time at all - but hesitated. Ordering the same thing as a specific person suggested that you wanted to talk, but the woman hadn't even looked at Mar'i besides ordering the drink...it was her imagination. The blonde woman was likely here with friends, and simply wanted a strong drink. Nothing more, nothing less. She turned her head back to face the front, turning her gaze away from the other woman as she lifted the glass to her lips again. She'd drain this one, have one more drink and then head out to get that pity sex she was itching for. It wouldn't help her completely, but at least she'd be able to prove to herself that she was still desirable to <em>somebody,</em> despite how damaged and desperate she was. It likely wouldn't help with much in the long term, but right at that moment, she was looking for more of a short-term fix. It was really the most she could gather the enthusiasm to pursue. <br><br>Alas, her drink - once again - didn't get that far. Another fluctuation occurred in the crowd just behind her, but she didn't have the time to investigate or adjust her position or anything of the sort; she felt the shift behind her from instinct and then, just a split second later, she felt a solid impact strike her from behind. Now, Tamaranian's are notably more durable than humans as has already been explained, but they aren't made of stone; any impact that they don't expect is going to knock them over or at least off balance, and their size is still a factor. Mar'i was relatively tall - about 5-10 - but she was more lithe and curvaceous than large and muscular so when the obviously larger individual behind her presumably stumbled and knocked into her, she felt herself going forwards from the collision before she could even register that somebody had collided with her in the first place. She didn't fall off the chair or go over the counter or bang her head or anything quite so dramatic - it wasn't a strong enough impact to warrant that kind of reaction, and despite the surprise and size of the impact she was still a Tamaranian so went forwards a little less sharply than a normal human woman would have - but she did end up knocking her drink. Her hand dipped sharply as her body lurched forwards, effectively throwing her drink down the front of her jacket before she could slip it past her lips, which elicited a part-sigh, part-groan from her as she she spread her arms slightly in front of her in that "I've got something down my front" pose that so many people seemed to do reflexively upon having something spilled on them as she looked down at the now wet patch on her jacket. At least the jacket was dark, so it didn't stain. That was something, at least.<br><br>Setting her glass down, she reached for one of the serviettes present on the counter intended for people to retrieve in case of spillages and started dabbing at her front in an attempt to at least dry the worst of the liquid off as she turned in her seat to look for the person responsible for spilling her - rather expensive - drink. She did, despite her mood, attempt to smooth her irritated expression into one closer to mild annoyance than outright anger, since it wasn't really something that warranted yelling at whoever it was, and she wasn't really in the mood to play the "indignant stranger" card in order to get a new drink. Sure enough, the person responsible was still standing behind her, looking at her with an expression of utter surprise and what appeared to be contrition; he was a little taller than her and significantly broader, with a relatively handsome face - relative to the rest of the people in the bar, at least; none of the people in there were supermodel worthy (besides perhaps that blonde beside her, though she hadn't really gotten a good look at her face so she didn't know for certain) but she wouldn't have kicked the man out of bed, at the very least - and short brown hair. He was holding a glass of still-slightly-sloshing lager, and as soon as her eyes travelled up to meet his, he blinked in surprise. Maybe he wasn't expecting his victim to be so attractive? Hah. Yeah right. He was probably just surprised that she hadn't slapped him yet.<br>"U-um...sorry, mish...I didn't mean to...to bump you or anything." She could tell from his slight slurring of his words and the subtle odour that accompanied his breath that he was more than a little under the influence. He swayed a little on his feet. A shame; he was already too far gone to be much of a good time...she liked to get tipsy and have inhibition-free casual sex, but he looked like one more beer would have him on his ass, and that wasn't fun for her...besides, she liked going to the club and strutting her stuff, regardless of the situation - dancing in particular helped her to forget her more morose thoughts - and he didn't look like he'd be able to stay standing on the dancefloor, which was quite frankly very, very dull. Even in her current state, she had standards...and whilst his attractive enough build - obviously muscular beneath his t-shirt - met those standards, his current state of intoxication did not. She simply shook her head, sighed and turned back around.<br>"It's ok," she said, gesturing for a replacement drink, "Just be more careful in future."<br><br>And that should have been the end of it. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't; she could feel the drunken young man sliding into the space on her left - the man there previously had, unfortunately, just left at exactly the wrong moment - and she turned her head to look at him as he leaned on the bar and gazed down at her, attempting what might have been a charming smile if he had been sober enough to hold his balance for more than several seconds at a time. <br>"Please, lemme get you a...a replashement, to say sorry." A tempting offer to some, perhaps, but Mar'i had been in enough clubs and bars to know that in this situation, that "replacement drink" was in fact a request to sit and talk. It was a pickup tactic; if she accepted his offer, he would sit down and insist on keeping her company and she'd never be able to get rid of him unless she just bought him a new drink and left him wherever he fell. A sober man might take the hint if she made her excuses and left, but a drunken man who obviously thought that he was being charming? That could be dangerous, if she accepted the invitation and then turned him down later, and she didn't much feel like playing games with a drunk who didn't know how to take "no" as an answer. Hell, how did she know that he didn't bump into her on purpose in order to attempt to engineer this very situation? He was obviously a bit sloshed and the bar was definitely busy so it was more than likely that he had genuinely done it by accident, but...the possibility was still there, and she knew his drunk type; if she said yes to the drink, he'd be glued to her all night and she wouldn't be able to extradite herself for a very long time. And whilst normally she would have taken the replacement drink and then ditched him later, at that moment in time she had no patience for such nonsense. She was irritated and in a bad enough mood as it was; she didn't need some drunken fool following her around like a lost puppy all night on top of it all. Still, she should at least try to turn him down politely; he had apologised and only offered to buy her a replacement, after all. Benefit of the doubt, and all that.<br><br>She smiled apologetically at him, mustering as much charm as she felt able to project, and shook her head. "I'm sorry, honey, but no thank you. That really isn't necessary." She smiled again, then turned her head away from him, hoping that the hint was more than obvious enough. Alas, to his drunken mind, it wasn't.<br>"C'mon, let me buy you a replashement...it'sh the leasht I can do after shpilling your old one." he moved a little closer, and Mar'i had to resist the urge to crinkle up her nose at the sudden wash of alcohol that spilled towards her through the air. She liked ingesting alcohol, but inhaling it? No thank you. She did her best to keep a bright-but-apologetic smile on her face as she turned her head to look at him again. <br>"That's really kind of you, but no thank you; it's really ok. No harm done. There's no need to try to make it up to me." As much as she tried to avoid it, a little bit of irritation snuck into her voice as she tried to firmly turn him down. She didn't have the patience for a belligerent drunk that night, and she could already feel the alcohol-encouraged anger sneaking up on her. She hoped for this gentleman's sake that he took the hint and left; he was being irritating but not particularly aggressive and she would hate to end up taking out her frustrations on the nearest person who annoyed her which was exactly what was going to happen if he continued. Which, unfortunately for him, he did. He moved a little closer, and Mar'i jumped a little when she felt his hand alight on her left thigh. It was only halfway up and on the outside of her leg, but with how tight her skin-tight leather club pants were, he was effectively rubbing her skin.<br>"C'mon, darlin'...why don' ya... lemme get you a drink, 'n we can...can get to know ea'o'er?" He smiled again in what he must have thought was a seductive way...and Mar'i snapped. <br><br>She hadn't come to the bar to get harassed by some asshole who couldn't take no for an answer, and she hadn't attempted to be nice for him just to take it as a sign that he could press his goddamn luck! She'd fallen through time and space <em>twice</em> and lost her friends and family <em>twice</em> and her entire goddamn <em>planet</em> and was trying to get drunk enough to forget it and some loser decided to make her spill her drink on herself and then have the gall to think that she wanted to fuck him when he could barely stand up straight, and when she had repeatedly turned down his offer of buying her a drink! What, was "no thank you," and a turn away not enough for these people? What part of quietly sitting alone at the bar screamed "come talk to me, I'll show you a good time?" She had no friends, no family, no real connections to anybody in this new world and this asshole thought he could take advantage of her loneliness to intimidate her into going along with his little fantasies? And those friends of his watching from across the room like she couldn't see them just wanted him to succeed, so he could brag about the lonely little slut that he convinced to join him in bed for the night! She didn't care about being known for casual sex, but it was when people thought that they were <em>entitled</em> to her, especially after she'd lost so much that <em>she</em> should be entitled to - a normal, happy childhood, a comfortable home, some friends...a normal life, anything that gave her something to hold onto, for Gods sake! -&nbsp; that she got angry. <br><br>A smile crept its way onto her face, and her right hand drifted across to run up his wrist. The moron's smile widened, as if he actually believed that his belligerence had paid off. "Oh...I think I know enough about <em>you</em> already..." she murmured...and then she moved her leg out from under his hand and pulled his arm down with surprising strength - Tamaranian, remember? - throwing him off balance enough that his own weight carried him downwards, his head bouncing off of the edge of the bar. Unfortunately that didn't knock him over; all it did was force him to step back, clutching his head, but Mar'i could work with that. Putting her hand on his chest without turning away from the bar, she <em>pushed</em> hard, sending him staggering backwards. A loud clattering and crashing and yells of shock and protest told her that he'd staggered backwards and probably knocked over a table or two, along with any drinks that were placed on it. Alas, she knew that it wasn't about to end there; the bar had gone silent, more or less - she tilted her head now that she could hear the jukebox...she'd always liked the song that was playing overhead, and she kind of regretted that she'd missed the first half - and that was always the prelude to trouble. He would likely be looking to salve his wounded pride, and his friends would likely trundle over to "back him up" - how brave, six large men against one little girl. She almost felt sorry for them - and the night would get very interesting a lot sooner than she anticipated. And you know what? She kinda liked it. A brawl was just what she needed to get rid of some of that pent up aggression and anger, and it would get the juices flowing...adrenaline was almost as good as alcohol when it came to drowning out her neuroses. Oh, speaking of alcohol; she drained her most recent whiskey - the replacement that she had ordered - before standing and turning around to look at the mess she'd made. <br><br>Sure enough, the drunken flirt had landed in the middle of a pair of tables, and was surrounded by spilled beer, scattered chairs and half-shattered glasses and bottles. He was in the middle of staggering to his feet when his friends - about five men of a similar build to him, though none of them were as physically big as he was; a sports team of some kind? Probably, given their shirts with matching crests on the right breast - arrived, helping him up from the debris. A small clearing had appeared as people instinctively backed off from the scene unfolding before them...and not one person seemed willing to step in on either side. She would have thought that <em>somebody</em> would decide to try and stop - from their perspective - five larger men picking a fight with a lone young woman, but she supposed that none of them wanted to be the one to break the crowds silence...besides. They were easily the most physically intimidating men in the place, more likely to go to a sports bar than that dump, and if there was one thing she'd learned about humans it was that they were easily cowed into silence in situations like this. No matter; she could handle these thugs on her own. The man who had been attempting to flirt with her looked really rather angry.<br>"You bitsch!" he spat, shrugging off the friend who had helped him up. He took an unsteady step towards her, but unfortunately seemed sober enough that the adrenaline coursing through <em>his</em> system was enough to keep him upright. He advanced slowly, obviously anticipating a quick fight. Her fists clenched by her side as she stepped away from the bar, making a show of looking around for support. Some of the other men looked like they wanted to get involved, but apparently ultimately decided not to. To be fair, even in her angry, adrenaline high mind, she couldn't blame them; from their perspective, she'd started the fight and the men she'd annoyed were by far the biggest in the room. If she was a human, she'd be hard-pressed to get involved too. She couldn't use her Starbolts for fear of outing herself...she'd have to be careful of how much strength she used, too, or people might get suspicious. She could handle them...she just had to make it look more like a case of luck and them being drunk than her having superpowers. She hated hamstringing herself like that, but she had no interest in outing herself as an alien in this universe. It brought way too much attention down on her for her apathy to be happy with it, but if she didn't use enough of her powers...well, she could get very seriously hurt. She was Tamaranian, not Kryptonian. She was durable, but she wasn't invulnerable by any stretch of the imagination. She didn't say anything at first, watching the six men. She'd let them make the first move...they still outnumbered her six to one, so if she wasn't careful, she could end up in a very bad way. That would be the perfect end to that night, now wouldn't it? Laid up in hospital because she'd decided to pick a fight with a group of drunken men. Her fingers flexed. She'd have to be careful...very careful indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 05:18:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 21:50, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, local bar, nondescript.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>Artemis had felt the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end the moment she pushed through the men at the bar, but she chalked it up to the sheer possiblity they might cross a line than anything truly insidious about their intentions.&nbsp; Alcohol tended to make people make stupid decisions, even those that had only had a couple drinks could become their own worst enemies, a thought that became quite prominent in the archer's mind when the bartender shoved her a shot glass full of what she realized too late was whiskey.&nbsp; Coughing in surprise, Artemis's gray eyes flicked to the orange skinned woman at her side, her blonde eyebrows reaching for her hairline almost as quickly as she could pull back an arrow to her cheek before letting it go.&nbsp; That said, she didn't cough the drink up or spray the bartop, she swallowed it down with a grimace and nodded her approval even as her seatmate slammed down another in the time it took her to recover.&nbsp; Once more Artemis raised an eyebrow, a little surprised she could throw them back with such ease without any apparent difficulty.&nbsp; But the fact she might be more than she appeared hadn't entered into the archer's thoughts yet.&nbsp; She'd seen Richard throw back his share of alcohol without becoming stumbling drunk, and he was just the first person she could think of that had a high constitutation and an iron clad liver.&nbsp; There were other examples, but whatever else she might have thought of when the tingling sensation on the back of her neck turned into an outright pulse right before the man behind the raven haired woman 'accidentally' bumped into the woman, forcing her to spill her drink in the process.<br><br>Unlike Mar'i, Artemis was naturally paranoid, naturally always on guard, so it was a rare day in Hell that she'd get piss faced drunk.&nbsp; Alcohol dulled your senses, made you vulnerable, made you do stupid shit on a good day, left you defenseless on a bad day.&nbsp; So while she could forgive the idiot behind her for his lack of intelligence, Artemis didn't see the gesture as anything but a piss poor attempt to get into the raven bombshell's pants.&nbsp; She'd seen every type of scum, so she wasn't nearly as forgiving, and was half tempted to bust the man's face then and there for trying to make a pass at someone that was becoming quickly apparent that she wanted nothing more than to be left alone at the very least.&nbsp; If not that, then at the least she didn't want some random drunk's attention, which Artemis couldn't blame her for either way since she too had standards when it came to her bedmates.&nbsp; Drunken morons?&nbsp; No thanks.&nbsp; Someone that just wanted to be left alone?&nbsp; Fine, she could do that too, but she could at least be sociable even if it didn't lead to anything more, and she didn't need M'gann's telepathy to see that the raven haired woman next to her probably just needed a friend, not a guy hoping to score, which was readily apparent from the way his buddies were egging him on.&nbsp; Artemis had to make a visible effort not to smash her shot glass over the guy's head, standing just a hair shorter than Mar'i herself as she gestured for the bartender to hit her with another shot of whiskey.&nbsp; As surprising as that first taste had been, whiskey was one of her more favorite alcoholic beverage when she wanted to loosen up a little bit.&nbsp; Moving from Star City back to Gotham, especially around the holidays, was not easy on anyone, herself included, so she needed the drink to feel some of her stress burn away.<br><br>Just as she started to put the man's piss poor attempts to flirt with her seatmate fade away, the situation took a turn for the worst.&nbsp; Artemis sighed as she put her back to the bar, her arms crossed as Mar'i made her distaste very clear, by shoving the big man away from her, hard.&nbsp; This time she knew something was amiss here because a woman her size, throwing back whiskey like it was water, and then exhibiting strength that wouldn't be normally possible, suggested something that most people wouldn't assume about another person.&nbsp; Artemis wasn't most people though, having fought alongside metahumans, aliens, and more in her time.&nbsp; So she was able to deduce, with relative accuracy more times than not, when someone was making an effort not to draw attention to their unique gifts, and the fact the woman at her side had just displayed both superhuman strength and an unnaturally robust constitution was enough for the archer to get the idea she might be more than human.&nbsp; The orange skin, while not anywhere near as orange as another friend's of hers, was also something that made her wonder if she wasn't dealing with a Tamaranian, or maybe a distant cousin to the race at least.&nbsp; Or she might be reading too much into the situation given her own paranoia born of years of literally fighting for her life until she had put her own father behind bars.&nbsp; But Artemis was sure of one thing, they were about to have some serious trouble on their hands as the man the raven haired woman had pushed stumbled back to his feet, five of his friends backing him up.<br><br>Six against two, she'd almost feel sorry for them if Artemis wasn't already pissed for the man's attempted pass on the girl at her side as she slipped out of her black leather jacket and left it on the bar's top, revealing long, slender yet muscular arms, a hint of a scar on her upper bicep flashing its presence before her gray shirt sleeve fell over it.&nbsp; Artemis didn't notice though, too fixated on the man in front of her.&nbsp; <strong>"Who's the big ape that made a move against someone that told you no <em>how </em>many times exactly?&nbsp; I suggest you piss off pal, before I finish what she started and send you out that window, head first."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis growled, her arms crossed under her chest as she let her eyes shift from one of the team members to the other.&nbsp; Six thugs with muscles and no brains, most of which had had at least a few too many, the leader of which was already pretty sloshed.&nbsp; This would be easy if she were careful, but with the probable alien at her side, she didn't know how effective she'd be in a fight, so Artemis was already planning to end this as quickly as possible even as that same moron who had started this to begin with roared and charged forward.&nbsp; Apparently that ape comment had pushed one of the guy's buttons, that just made him easier to manage.&nbsp; Artemis smirked, her gray eyes narrowed to slits as she waited until he was practically right on top of her before she vaulted backwards, right over the bar, and grabbed the man's head when he stumbled into the counter and slammed it down, hard.&nbsp; His jaw clicked shut so hard that the sound of his teeth smashing together was audible, but she didn't give him a chance to recover as she used him as a springboard, kicked off the back of his head, and landed a few feet away in a crouch as easy as breathing while the big ape she had kicked off of stumbled about, dizzier than ever from more than the alcohol flooding his system.<br><br>Apparently he wasn't that stupid as to rush her twice, turning his gaze on Mar'i herself, but not before issuing an order to the rest of hos group.&nbsp; "Get 'em!"&nbsp; The man hissed, all thoughts of getting lucky flown from his beer addled mind as he chose to go after the less dangerous of the two women, or so he thought, before three more rushed Artemis while the other two, plus the idiot that had started this in the first place, ran at Mar'i.&nbsp; A bad idea either way given who their opponents were, but some people just couldn't take a hint, even when they were completely sober.&nbsp; Artemis planned to teach them personally how stupid their choices had been to engage them at all.<br><br><strong>"Let's go!'</strong>&nbsp; Artemis growled back, letting herself get lost in the moment since it'd been a while since she'd had had a good fight.&nbsp; This was just what the doctor ordered in her opinion as she fluidly ducked a wild swing, grabbed the offender's arm, and kicked him in the back, forcing his arm behind his back at an odd angle.&nbsp; Using him as a makeshift shield against his fellow combatant, Artemis's gray eyes gleamed in glee as he took the punch meant for her right across his face before sending her stumbling human shield forward into his friend, sending them both falling to the floor in a heap.&nbsp; She wasted no time in walking across one's back, the man having been knocked unconscious both from the punch to the face and being thrown at his friend so he didn't notice as she stomped on the back of his head for good measure, before straddling the last of her group's chest and slamming her right fist into his face.&nbsp; He was out cold as the back of his own head bounced off the floor.&nbsp; Just as she stood to her feet however, she was bull rushed from behind, the third thinking to use his considerable bulk to his advantage.&nbsp; Artemis remained calm and cool however as the bar rushed up to meet them.&nbsp; As before, she used the barrier as a stepping stone, flipped over the bulwark of dumb jock, and turned his own considerable power and speed against him by lashing out with both of her legs, kicking him square in the back.&nbsp; A quick kip up later had her standing tall while the moron was sent clear over the bar head first.&nbsp; He had only just started to rise before a bottle of Jack fell off the shelf and smashed onto the back of his head.&nbsp; He too went down like a sack of rotten tomatoes, laying in a puddle of alcohol for his trouble.<br><br>That just left the three Mar'i had to contend with.&nbsp; If the girl needed a hand, Artemis would give it, otherwise she'd just watch the show unfold as she walked back to the bar to finish up her drink and collect her jacket.&nbsp; She had a feeling they wouldn't be welcome after this even if they'd simply defended themselves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 16:26:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 21:45, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, nondescript drinking establishment ---&gt; Just down the street from the nondescript drinking establishment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> After a brief moment of surprise following the mystery woman's intervention and competent counter attack, Mar'i moves to deal with the three men intent on hurting her. One of them tries to grapple her, but she tosses him over her shoulder and punches him into unconsciousness. She rises, only to be struck in the side of the head by a barstool. Being Tamaranian, it only staggers her and she's able to catch the next strike and reverse it, returning the favour and knocking him out with the barstool he used on her. The man who originally hit on her, having seen her take a barstool to the head and stay standing, is terrified and attempts to run. Mar'i catches him, taunts him, then throws him through the window. Returning to the bar, she leaves her payment for her drinks, some money towards damages and enough money for her to buy the next round. She then grabs the mystery womans hand and pulls her out into the street before any more trouble erupts from the terrified remnants of the patrons. Moving down the street so that they're out of sight of the interior of the bar, she stops and - still buzzing from the adrenaline in her system - thanks the mystery woman for her help, and introduces herself. <br><hr><hr><br>A voice beside Mar'i - somewhat surprisingly, a female one - was the first thing that tipped her off to the presence of an apparent ally in her unexpected bar brawl. She glanced to the side as the voice taunted the man who'd initially started hitting on her out of curiosity, to find that the blonde woman who had settled down beside her only a few moments ago was now apparently gearing up for a fight. She would have wondered at that - why would a complete stranger join an apparently losing battle, when the person being ganged up on technically started it? - but she didn't have the time to consider the implications of the blonde womans involvement; as soon as the taunt had finished leaving the womans mouth, the drunken moron who had hit on her to begin with let out his best attempt at an intimidating battlecry and launched himself forwards. Honestly, Mar'i had heard more intimidating <em>sneezes</em> from some of the villains she had gone up against in her time as a vigilante, and this man was fooling nobody with his attempts at masculine bravado. Mar'i prepared herself to repel his charge - probably through another table, if the surrounding crowd got out of the way quickly enough - but blinked in surprise when she found that he wasn't attacking her - the person who had thrown him through a table - but the woman who had mocked him. A coward to the end, apparently; she'd shown herself to be no push over, so he was going for the other woman in the hopes that she was a softer target? Disgusting. Unfortunately, the blonde woman was standing a little too far away for Mar'i to get involved quickly enough, and doing so would have meant turning her back on the other five thugs who had decided to get involved...still, she found herself taking a step towards the path of the big "ape," as he had been dubbed, in an attempt to intercept him...but it turned out that it wasn't at all necessary.<br><br>What happened next dumbfounded Mar'i, and almost got her staring open-mouthed like some schoolgirl who had only just learned that boys found her cute; instead of being knocked to the ground or rolling out of the way or being crushed against the bar counter, the blonde woman actually effectively <em>backflipped</em> over the counter and smashed the apes head into the side, an action that sent him reeling. She - and about everybody else in the bar - blinked in shock and there was a moment of absolute silence as everybody took in exactly what had just happened...this was obviously no ordinary woman, and not somebody you wanted to mess with without knowing that beforehand. Not only did she get involved in a bar brawl, but she was obviously extremely acrobatic at the very least...not many people were as athletically able as she appeared to be, and fewer still actively got involved in other peoples business. Not that she minded, of course; two against six was a lot better than one against six, and even though she herself hadn't gotten to cause the damage, it was still immensely satisfying to watch the loudmouth ape get shut up by the woman he had thought to be an easy target. She looked at the blonde woman again, properly this time, and found herself impressed; even through her casual, average looking clothes, Mar'i could see the sinews and contours of a well-honed, well looked after body that was obviously capable in more ways than one....and she was really very, very pretty - the kind of girl Mar'i would, on a good night, consider approaching in a club for a dance and maybe more - but then was not the time to "appreciate the scenery." She could do that later, when she didn't have six loud, aggressive men to deal with. Speaking of...after that brief moment of silence, all hell broke loose as the apparent leader of the pack growled his annoyance and "dispatched" his hounds.<br><br>That, apparently, was the signal for a mass exodus; though some people stayed to watch the brawl out of sheer morbid curiosity - possibly even still thinking that the girls were about to get seriously hurt, since any reasonable bystander would understandably bet on the six large men, regardless of the apparent athleticism of the second woman - most of the patrons hurried over themselves, knocking over chairs and leaving drinks in their hurry to escape the destruction (or perhaps even just what they imagined as the inevitable sight of two women being wailed on) that they figured was coming...most of them had come for a good night out, and a bar brawl was not generally included in that description. But Mar'i didn't mind; it have her more room to work, and it meant that the chances of an innocent bystander being caught in the crossfire reduced sharply. Oh yes; adrenaline was pumping through her system and she was in the middle of the lowest swing she'd experienced in months, but she still wanted to avoid unnecessary casualties if she could manage it....but not enough to stop the fight by simply leaving. She needed to vent some anger, and those idiots were the perfect deserving target for her frustrations. The leader - having recovered somewhat - gestured for some of his friends to surround the blonde woman, but Mar'i couldn't spare any thought for her at that moment; the remaining three men, leader included, all made a beeline for her, picking their way over the overturned table as they approached. The blonde woman could handle herself, Mar'i was certain; she had to deal with the three looking to cause <em>her</em> harm. She was Tamaranian, not Kryptonian, and as such she was by no means indestructible. She could take some punishment but if she wasn't careful, she could walk away with more than a couple of bruises and a heft bill. She watched the men carefully as they fanned out on either side of her - sensible given their superior numbers - and watched for the first one to make his move.<br><br>She didn't have to wait long; the man on her left stepped forwards first, extending his arms as he obviously looked to catch Mar'i in a grapple of some kind in order to restrain her for the others. It would have been a decent tactic, too, had Mar'i not been trained in counter-grappling by Bruce Wayne himself, but unfortunately for the thug, that's exactly who had educated her. As soon as he came within range, Mar'i took a sharp surprise step in towards him, enticing him to attempt to close his arms around her a moment sooner than he had intended as he tried to catch her in his grip. Ordinarily for a combatant who was so much smaller than her opponent, Mar'i would have attempted to get around his guard and strike him from behind or the side...but she knew for a fact that even were he to successfully grapple her, the difference in strength between the two of them was immensely in her favour, and even if it wasn't...she could always just fly him straight into the ceiling. It would blow her cover, but she'd take heightened suspicion over a cracked rib every day of the week. As it was, his grapple wasn't successful; as his arms came down around her, she reached out and grabbed one with her extreme strength, kicking backwards towards his leg to sweep it from underneath him. It did indeed leave the ground with some degree of force, which threw him severely off balance. Mar'i used that momentum and her own strength to use his arm as a lever in throwing him forwards over her shoulder and onto the ground in a solid heap. He groaned, arching his back as she let go of his arm, but she didn't give him the chance to get up; as she rose, she delivered a solid punch to the side of his head in order to incapacitate him. She didn't punch him nearly hard enough to cause any long term damage - she knew exactly what her own strength was like - but she <em>did</em> make sure to knock him out. He wasn't about to be getting up any time soon.<br><br>Unfortunately, that slight delay in getting up had given the man on her right the opportunity he needed to take her by surprise; even as she straightened and turned around to face him and the leader of the group of friends, her vision was suddenly filled with what appeared to be a darkly coloured cushion on a long metal pole coming straight for her. She didn't have time to block or avoid the bar stool that was being swung at her head by the larger male, so all she could do was brace herself for impact; she was durable, but something that large and heavy swung with any amount of force was bound to send her reeling, at the very least. It likely wouldn't bruise her - it would take more impact than that to do any visible damage - but it could easily send her off balance long enough for it to be a problem if she didn't prepare for impact. Sure enough, the bar stool found its mark, the blow setting her head spinning as she momentarily saw stars, staggering a few steps to her right as she shook her head in an attempt to get her vision back. She could hear the man grunting as he swing the stool around and up, looking for an overhead strike, but the effort of getting it up and staying upright in his rather extreme state of inebriation delayed his next swing just long enough for Mar'i to recover; a normal human would have gone down at that impact - hell, even Mar'i's jaw was aching a little from where it connected; thankfully, she didn't think it would bruise or scar or swell; the drunken imbecile had elected to hit her with the cushioned side of the stool, so it was a softer impact than it could have been - but Mar'i wasn't a normal human. She staggered, true, but she'd taken worse hits and kept on kicking. It was mostly the surprise of the blow that had stunned her. As it was, the delay in his swing meant that she could recover in time...and she did just that. <br><br>As the stool came arcing down towards her, she lifted her hands up and caught it easily in both hands. Though the impact stung a little, it was more than bearable. Her attacker looked at her dumbly for a moment, before Mar'i yanked the stool out of his grasp with inhuman strength. As he stumbled forwards from the sudden unexpected level of force - a surprised look still plastered over his face - she took a step forwards and kneed him in the stomach, forcing him to double over and fall to his knees. He looked up at her in abject terror, and started to say something....but at that moment, Mar'i wasn't in a particularly merciful mood. Hefting the stool, she swung it in a wide arc and sent the cushioned side of the stool crashing into the drunks head, sending him head over heels to lie sprawled on top of the first man. He was only unconscious; unlike her attacker, she had deliberately used the softer side to avoid serious damage. She let the stool drop from her hands, and turned to face the man who had first hit on her, who was looking at her in abject shock and terror. Ordinarily, she would have felt absolutely filthy for inspiring that expression, but on <em>him?</em> She took <em>pleasure</em> in it. He, who had thought her an easy, willing target and who had sought to attempt to intimidate her into compliance, was now scared of <em>her.</em> She revelled in the feeling for a moment, glancing around the room; the blonde woman was just finishing up with her last opponent, the other two lying sprawled across the floor, obviously unable or unwilling to get to their feet again. It seemed that they had bitten off more than they could chew...and she loved it. It felt so....<em>good</em> putting people like them into their place. Never pick on somebody you don't know; you never know who they might be. Honestly, from their perspective they may as well have been trying to bully Clark Kent. She turned her head back towards the man who had started it all, and even went so far as to give the seemingly paralysed self-fancying womaniser a small, delighted smile. Confidence. Power. Control. How long had it been since she had felt so...<em>in command?</em> Far, far too long. She was in complete control here, for the first time in what felt like years...and it was <em>glorious.</em><br><br>"Just you and me now, 'Darlin,'" she said lightly, echoing his previous attempt at pet-naming her. "Isn't that what you wanted?" She tilted her head mockingly...and rather than answering, the coward turned and bolted for the door, looking for all the world like he wanted desperately to be anywhere else. Tut tut; leaving his friends to fend for themselves? That wasn't exactly a show of solidarity, now was it? Unfortunately for the drunken moron, he was drunk, and Mar'i was very, very fast. She darted forwards swiftly - hovering just a fraction of an inch off the ground so she could move faster, though she made an effort to simulate the act of running, so it looked like she could just run a little faster than average - and landed on the ground in front of him, intercepting his path to the door. He was halfway past her when she arrived, and as she stopped she could <em>feel</em> his head snap around to look at her in surprise...but she stopped that momentum and that horrified look with a simple raising of her knee, driving her leg straight into the parts that he'd hoped to use on her that night in a very different way. He gasped and attempted to cry out as he fell to his knees...but, as happened with all men, it came out as just a breathless whimper. Mar'i stepped backwards slightly and to the side, so she was now directly in front of him and he was on his knees looking up at her surprisingly tall form. She wasn't anywhere near her mothers height - a gigantic 6'4 - but she was still much taller than your average human woman, standing at about 5'11. And from his knees? That may as well have been 8'11 for all the difference it made. She bent down slowly, placing her hands lightly on his shoulders. She was delighted to see that he flinched slightly from the contact. She wanted to make sure that he knew what a big mistake he had made...and at that moment, she was in the mood for some delicious, delicious taunting. She was sweet and cuddly and flirtatious if you got her in a good mood...but he had pissed her off. And she got downright nasty when she was angry. Tamaranian's had strong, wild emotions...and anger? Anger was already a powerful emotion. Just imagine what it did to a passionate race like Tamaranian's.<br><br>"What's wrong, Darlin? I thought you wanted me to touch you..." She chuckled softly to herself. "Don't tell me you've gone off me after all of this..." She glanced around and shook her head mock-sadly. She looked down as she heard an unexpected sound trembling from his lips as he tried to say something, though she missed it due to his stammering and his terrified low volume...she tilted her head curiously. "What was that, Darlin?"<br>"P-please...I-I'm....sorry...please...let me go..." Mar'i tried to pout, but she soon broke out into a giggle. As sadistic as it sounded, hearing him beg for her to let him go after harassing her to take him home? It was undeniably satisfying. After months of wallowing in self pity and helplessness and anguish, it felt <em>good</em> to vent some of her excess frustrations and even better to feel in control and powerful and confident and capable again, like she was in command of her own destiny, like she was in charge of what happened to her, like she could control whether she did something or not...it was a shot in the arm, a jolt of adrenaline and energy, and as soon as she was done with that lout...she would be burning it off as much as she could before the high went away and she was back to her usual depressed self. It was a hell of a feeling, and she intended to make the most of it...suddenly, she felt bored with showing the idiot who was in charge; she wanted to go and have some fun, and this moron had already taken up more of her time than he was worth. She put on a show of pouting for him again.<br>"Oh...you want to leave?" He nodded hesitantly, though with a tinge of desperation. "Well...ok, I guess. If that's what you want. <em>I,</em> at least, can take a hint. No does, after all, mean no." He looked visibly relieved at that....well, she wouldn't think she was out of the woods just yet if she were him. Straightening up, she balled her fists in his t-shirt and hoisted him up into the air with surprising ease; had she wanted to, she could have done it with one hand...but that would be giving away too much. He yelped in surprise.<br>"Y-you said I could go!" he protested in alarm. Mar'i just smiled softly as she turned and took two or three steps towards the window. She couldn't throw him through it, since there was always the chance of him snapping his neck...but she could certainly push him through with little to no risk.<br>"Oh, don't worry...you can. And you are." With that, she turned and drove him through the window, the glass shattering with an almighty racket as she let go of him and deposited him on the street outside, where he landed in a tangled heap. Even as she watched, he staggered to his feet, took one last terrified look at her, then turned and bolted as fast as his drunken little legs could carry him. She watched him for a few moments, nodded to herself in satisfaction, then turned and walked back into the destroyed interior of the bar. <br><br>She looked around and grimaced a little; she wouldn't be welcome in <em>that</em> bar again, she didn't doubt, and she'd undoubtedly ruined several peoples nights, not least of all the bartender and the manager. Even as she looked around, the few people who had stayed to watch - or who had simply been on the wrong side of the bar and couldn't leave without risking getting in the middle of it all - were looking at her and the blonde woman who had helped her with a mixture of fear, curiosity and - in some cases - outright hostility. Hrm. It might have been best for them to make a hasty exit...Mar'i would have left right there and then, but she wasn't about to leave the blonde woman to it; she had helped her out, so deserved to at least be warned that there could be further trouble if they didn't leave, and besides...she was cute, and obviously capable. Despite herself, Mar'i found herself intensely curious about this mystery woman, and she wasn't about to walk away without at least getting to know a bit more about her. Besides, she had knocked back that whiskey just as eagerly as Mar'i had; with any luck, she'd be pumped up on adrenaline and just as willing as Mar'i was to get out and have some <em>fun</em> in order to burn it off before it went away on its own. She'd stepped in to help Mar'i...the least she could do was show her a good night by way of thanks, right? She had a club already in mind that they could go to and tear up the dance floor, and she wasn't about to pass up the chance to spend a night dancing with a woman as attractive as the blonde was. Picking her way over the still-unconscious bodies, she made her way to the bar and fished inside her jacket pocket for wallet; she never came out with a purse on those "party nights" - too easy to lose - just in case. Retrieving her wallet, she paused and tried to work out how much money to leave. The whiskey's had cost about $5 each, and she'd had 8 of them, so...$40 there...plus another 20$ by way of a tip and apology seemed fair. <br><br>She laid the $60 on the counter - she always came out with plenty of money, since she never knew how much she was going to drink - and pushed it towards the bartender. She offered him an apologetic smile. "Um...sorry about the mess." Now that the anger had abated, she did feel a little bad about trashing the place; the morons had deserved it, but the bartender and the patrons certainly hadn't. After a moments thought, she pulled out another $20 - leaving her with about $30 on her (as she said; she always came out with more than enough money, just in case) - and said in a louder voice, "Next rounds on me!" Unfortunately, no cheers were forthcoming to break the silence. She stepped up beside the blonde woman, who was just getting her coat back on, and caught her wrist gently; she didn't want to come across like she was being aggressive or anything...this woman had helped her out, and the last thing she wanted to do was come across as ungrateful. She grinned at her warmly, then nodded towards the door. "We best get out of here, so I can thank you properly. Come on." With that, she turned and pulled the blonde after her, leading her hurriedly out of the bar. After a moments consideration, she turned and began to walk down the street in the opposite direction to the way the leader of the group had gone. After walking a little way, so that they were out of sight of the interior of the bar, she turned and looked at the blonde woman as puffs of frosted air left their mouths as they breathed. Mar'i wasn't cold - the perks of absorbing UV light and being able to regulate that energy into controlling variations in body temperature, a trick that her mother had taught her - but her breath was warm enough to cause a cloud in front of her face. She ran a hand through her hair to neaten it up a little, then extended it towards the blonde woman, grinning madly. She let out a soft, adrenaline-fuelled laugh.<br>"By the Gods, I needed that!" She giggled again, shaking her haed a little. "I'm Mary! It's nice to meet you. Thanks for the help back there...you were really something. Those drunken assholes didn't know who they decided to fuck with!" She grinned brightly; despite her previously dour mood, the fight had cheered her up somewhat...as did making the acquaintance of an obviously formidable, beautiful young woman. Maybe that night wasn't going to be quite so bad after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>09-12-2015, 05:09:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 21:56, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, local bar, nondescript.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>Artemis had seen a lot of strange things in her life, both as an unwilling tag along to her old man, and as a hero, working to stop guys like her father, and she'd quickly find out, far worse things than a guy obsessed with his criminal reputation.&nbsp; So unlike some people who only saw what they wanted to see in some cases, unless they'd been exposed to the outright strange or alien things that went on around them, Artemis's gray eyes were wide open as she caught glimpses of her new friend's abilities in the bar brawl.&nbsp; The tanned, orange skin was starting to look less like a regular tan and more like something else entirely because of a few less than subtle hints she was familiar with given her friends and enemies she'd run with or against, depending on the given situation on that particular day.<br><br>From slamming back whiskey one minute to exhibiting super strength and a willingness to use it the next said a few things to the archer.&nbsp; Either her new friend had been exposed to something that had made her stronger, maybe more responsive to outside stimulus, and able to take a hit with the best of them, or she wasn't human to begin with.&nbsp; She had no proof either way, but even if she'd seen her floating just an inch off the floor, Artemis would have guessed Amazon with a tan an and attitude problem before going with alien.&nbsp; Regardless, she too couldn't help but admire the view, even as Mary, Mar'i she'd find out later, toyed with the last of the little group of dumb apes that had picked the worst pair of women to mess with.&nbsp; Under any other circumstances, she might have stepped in and stopped Mar'i from torturing the bastard, but Artemis was also stressed, and needed release in her own way, so she let it go.&nbsp; Besides, she had a feeling other than a new respect for women, and a few more bruises, the big ape would be able to run home to mamma.&nbsp; She wasn't wrong, even though Artemis winced in sympathy when her new friend smashed his nuts into his throat before throwing him through the window herself.&nbsp; She shrugged, having wanted to do that herself, but she wasn't about to argue with the results as she too noticed the stares being directed at them.<br><br>This wasn't her first bar brawl though, but before Artemis could make a move, Mar'i beat her to the punch by leaving a generous tip for the manager and the barkeep before leaving enough cash for the remaining patrons to buy another round.&nbsp; Personally Artemis wouldn't have bothered, but to each their own as the raven haired beauty gently grasped her wrist.&nbsp; Anyone else had tried that, she'd have already snapped it off, but Artemis only nodded, having seen more than enough of the woman's abilities to have piqued her curiosity, and alert her to the possible danger that might be directed at her if she didn't tread carefully, but she doubted they'd end the night with them trying to kill each other.&nbsp; Besides, strong women like this girl were never boring, and Artemis wanted to know more, much more.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/23/01/3a/23013a565003da2a92ad1b05f2ef4d99.jpg)</div><br>As wise as it might have been to leave the bar and the immediate area though, Artemis wasn't about to leave her motorcycle to get vandalized the moment she turned her back.&nbsp; So instead she climbed on and jerked her head to the spot behind her.&nbsp; <strong>"Fine, you can thank me once we're outta here."</strong>&nbsp; Despite her harsh sounding words, Artemis's gray eyes were just as alive with light since she totally agreed with Mary's assessment. <strong> "Psht, that wasn't even worth the effort if you ask me, but you get what you paid for.&nbsp; Still, you have a pretty mean swing to ya Mary.&nbsp; Name's Artemis, and I have a feeling we're gonna get along just fine."</strong>&nbsp; She had no idea how true those words would turn out to be later.&nbsp; Revving up her Ducati's considerably loud engine once Mary was situated behind her, Artemis would waste no time in heading to their next destination, more than happy to go wherever this mysterious woman wanted to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>09-12-2015, 16:22:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 21:57, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, nondescript drinking establishment ---&gt; Just down the street from the nondescript drinking establishment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> After being briefly confused by the harsh tone of voice, Mar'i decides that it doesn't matter and agrees to join Artemis on her motorcycle; as they speed off, Mar'i shoutingly suggests going to a local nightclub to "Vent Some Energy." <br><hr><hr><br>Had it been any other moment during that night before the brawl, Mar'i would have recoiled from the blonde woman - Artemis, as she introduced herself; she knew enough about Earth culture to know that it was a strange name to give a 21st century girl, but then, Mar'i's name was fairly remarkable by Earth standards as well, so she couldn't really say anything about that - at her brusque, harsh tone, but it would take more than a sharp word to dull Mar'i's current good mood; the adrenaline was still pumping through her system to the point where she had too much energy to be upset or offended...and honestly, if she were going to get angry at everybody who said a slightly harsh word to her, she wouldn't have enough time for anything else during the day, now would she? There was a difference between somebody saying something in a rude manner and somebody actively trying to grope you without permission, after all, so she took the harsh words in stride; judging by the fact that she did, in fact, introduce herself and that she appeared to be inviting Mar'i to join her on her motorcycle - which Mar'i had walked straight past, not even considering for a moment that it could belong to Artemis, though in retrospect it would certainly explain the leather jacket - it wasn't intended in a dismissive or aggressive manner. Even if it had been...Mar'i was too intrigued by this kickass blonde to be discouraged by a single harsh word. Did that make her no better than the man in the bar? Possibly, but <em>she</em> wasn't trying to get into Artemis's pants. At least, not <em>yet,</em> and Artemis had helped her out in the bar. At the very least, that warranted a thank you. If Artemis told Mar'i to "piss off," then she would. But right now? She was being invited to join her, and she was ready to heartily accept the offer.<br><br>She grinned as she approached the back of the motorcycle, running her hand along the side of it slowly...it had been a while since she'd been on a motorcycle - the last one she could remember was taking her fathers for a spin (without his permission of course, but then, at that point he hardly noticed her existence in the first place) just before Brainiac's invasion, and that was easily about six years previous. It had been of a sleeker, more power-bike-like design, but she found that she preferred this design more. It looked more...dangerous. More rebellious. More...more <em>wild,</em> and it suited her mood at that moment perfectly. She couldn't wait to feel it revving between her legs, and see the world flash by in an instant. She could fly faster than the bike could move, certainly...but there was something uniquely thrilling about being on a motorcycle, moving so quickly and so close to the ground, knowing that a moments hesitation could send you flying off of it and further into danger...it was exciting and gave her a dangerous kind of thrill and with her levels of adrenaline? That was exactly what she needed. She glanced at Artemis and smiled at her dazzlingly. "You're one to talk; you laid that guy out in one punch! Ka-pow!" she raised her fist up in a jerky, snappy manner, then giggled; oh, how it felt so <em>good</em> to actually talk with somebody! The extra energy helped, but at least now she wasn't drowning her sorrows on her own! Even just meeting somebody willing to talk to her was a win for that night; if she didn't feel alone for just an hour or so, she would remember the night fondly. She swung herself onto the back of the motorcycle - she didn't bother with a helmet; no commercial helmet around could possibly match the durability of her own body, after all, and she wanted to feel the wind rushing through her hair without having to worry about exposing more of her powers - and wrapped her arms around Artemis's delightfully firm waist.<br><br>She'd already seen indications, but it confirmed to her that Artemis - like her namesake - was in shape and very well maintained...Mar'i found herself intrigued. Artemis was definitely beautiful, by any standards of the word, and obviously competent and willing to get involved in goings on that she disagreed with...the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to get to know this enigma of a woman. She didn't get much time to consider further, however, as Artemis pulled back the throttle and they were off, going from a standstill to screaming speeds in almost no time at all. Mar'i's hair instantly leapt behind her, trailing out wildly as the wind rushed past her ears and through her raven locks, the firm and insistent caress of the wind instantly earning a broad grin that was plastered across her face; she always loved moving at high speeds, whether it be on the ground or in the air, and there was nothing better in Mar'i's estimation than feeling the wind rushing through her hair on a clear, starry night; at no other point could you feel more <em>free,</em> more weightless, more...peaceful. She couldn't fly at that moment...but a ride on the back of a motorcycle whilst clinging to a beautiful young lady? That was a close second. She hoped to herself that Artemis was, indeed, right; it would be extraordinarily pleasant if they did, indeed, end up getting along very well. Even if they never saw each other again after that night, Mar'i would always remember meeting Artemis in a fond light, if only for the adrenaline spike she helped to encourage. Of course, if Mar'i had her way, that wasn't going to be the only pleasant memory of Artemis that she had; if they parted later that night, she wanted to make damn sure that they had a night of partying that neither of them would ever forget. <br><br>She leaned forwards a little, resting her chin on Artemis's shoulder; she had no idea where they were going, but she felt like she had to make a contribution somehow...and she had an idea that she wanted to persuade Artemis towards, if she could; the roar of the motorcycles engine almost served to drown out most of her thoughts - something that would have been welcome earlier, certainly - but she attempted to speak anyway, shouting into Artemis's ear in the hopes that she could make herself heard over the rush of the wind and the snarl of the bike's monstrous engine. "I need to burn off some of this exquisite energy!" she yelled, "And I think you do too! Do you know any good Nightclubs that we could go and burn down?!" She laughed, then, though she doubted that Artemis heard it. Moving her hands a little, she shifted her legs forwards, too, in order to get a slightly better position on the bike so that she wasn't hanging half off of the back. That the action just so happened to leave her stomach and chest pressed up closer against Artemis's back was just a happy accident, she assured herself. If she wanted to get closer to Artemis, after all, she would be making it far more obvious! Of course, she couldn't deny that getting "close" to this lovely young blonde was an enticing thought...and it was one that she filed away for later. Too early in the evening for those kinds of inclinations, though she didn't doubt they would unpack themselves by the time she got a few more drinks in her.&nbsp; "Why not show off a bit? I'm certainly in the mood for more mischief!" Anything that could prolong the high of the adrenaline coursing through her system...as long as that thrilling level of exuberance lasted, she would ride the wave. She knew that the next morning would include a devastating "coming down" period...so she was going to get as much out of that high as was Tamaranianly possible. And when Tamaranian's partied? They partied <em>hard.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 04:55:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:03, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, local bar, nondescript.&nbsp; Heading to a nearby dance club down the road a bit.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><strong>Club music:</strong>&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keIPYS0ddLE</div></div><br>Not that Artemis would have cared one way or the other, she knew how unusual her name was since it was after the Greek goddess of the hunt, who ironically had favored the longbow, same as she did as a kid who, at the time, hadn't known better.&nbsp; Not that she'd had much of a choice, but that was besides the point.&nbsp; She and the goddess had a lot in common, both were fierce, powerful women in their respective ways, although the Artemis on the bike was pretty sure her Greek counterpart had been virginal or protected virgin women or something along those lines.&nbsp; <em>That </em>she hadn't done personally, in any sense of the word, but she wasn't so picky about who she protected from the criminal elements of her home city, or anywhere else she'd been in her admittedly short travels.&nbsp; Star City was the furthest she'd been from Gotham, for any length of time, but like a moth to a flame, she'd found any excuse she could to make the occasional visits where it had all started for her.&nbsp; Despite the bad memories around every corner, Artemis had a lot of good ones here too.&nbsp; That said, her move back was official, she wasn't leaving again, not so long as she had a reason to stay, and right then that was her mother, former ex con, the villain and master thief once known as Huntress.&nbsp; Paralyzed from the waist down when a theft went wrong, she'd done her time and come out a changed woman, who had saved Artemis in her own way from turning out like Jade, her first child and sister to Artemis.&nbsp; Those were thoughts for another time though.<br><br>Mainly the mysterious woman at her side, her gray eyes following Mary's every moment, giving off the distinct impression she was sizing up the girl.&nbsp; In a way that wasn't so far off the mark, but Artemis didn't consider her a threat, not to her anyway.&nbsp; As strong and capable as she was, something about Mary seemed, well she was no telepathic empath or whatever, but the archer could tell there was something off about her personality.&nbsp; One minute she'd been slamming back whiskey, giving off the impression she was wallowing in despair or something similar, and now she was all smiles after a bar room brawl?&nbsp; Something didn't click there for the blonde archer, but she shrugged it off, having met far weirder people in her time as she watched Mary's fascinated look as she ran her hands along the side of her Ducati.&nbsp; At least Mary had good taste.&nbsp; Artemis smirked and shrugged as she climbed on, wanting to leave the bar behind before the cops showed up, demanding answers to questions she couldn't give without revealing too much about herself.&nbsp; That and the dazzling smile Mary threw her had Artemis's gray eyes gleaming.&nbsp; <strong>"He had it comin'.&nbsp; 'Sides', no means no, not 'maybe'.&nbsp; I hate guys like that, think they can do whatever they want.&nbsp; Drunk or not, I don't give a damn.&nbsp; Doesn't excuse behavior like that."</strong>&nbsp; With that declaration, Artemis revved the engine once Mary was safely tucked behind her, but not before putting on her hunter green helmet, and took off, popping a wheelie as they shot forward like a bat out of Hell.&nbsp; She wanted to challenge Huntress's daughter?&nbsp; Not a good idea on a good day, but add in the fact she too was riding an adrenaline high, and it was amazing she didn't decide to jump a nearby construction site where a couple of boards had been placed at just the right angle to make for a kickass launching off point.<br><br>As it was, Artemis grinned devilishly behind her helmet as she swerved around the heavy Gotham city traffic as if the vehicles were standing still.&nbsp; She'd done this so many times while riding patrol with Arsenal and Green Arrow that it was second nature to the woman.&nbsp; Fast bikes, fast cars, she wasn't afraid of either and wasn't afraid to show off when the opportunity presented itself.&nbsp; That said, when it came to the job, she took no chances with her own safety or those of her fellow Masks, although her temper sometimes got her into trouble since she had a tendency to rush in, a habit that thankfully had been tempered somewhat during her years with Nightwing and the rest of her friends, before finding her way to Star City under a new mentor.&nbsp; Thankfully Mary's position change distracted Artemis enough that she didn't get lost and start thinking about <em>that </em>particular night, where her world went tumbling down yet again.&nbsp; Instead she forced the lingering thought far to the back of her mind, hoping the woman at her back, who's body was pressed rather intimately against her leather clad back, hadn't noticed how she had tensed up slightly as her mind went down an avenue better left alone.&nbsp; So when Mary suggested they find a place to burn off some excess energy, Artemis knew just the place as she came within centimeters of an expensive cherry red convertible as she turned right, her long blonde hair trailing behind her like a lion's mane.<br><br><strong>"I have the perfect spot."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis called back over her shoulder, confidence back in full force as she leaned forward, looking for all intents and purposes ready to jump off her Ducati at a moment's notice.&nbsp; Of course, she didn't actually plan to do that, it'd be stupid, not to mention her green motorcycle would be ruined when it'd inevitably crash and burn on the side of the road, but with the way her long, slender frame was positioned on the bike for maximum speed and minimum wind resistance, the impression was striking of a tiger preparing to leap for a gazelle's throat.&nbsp; That and it pressed her butt ever so nicely against Mary's parted thighs, although that was a happy coincidence, or so she tried to tell herself as Artemis's gray eyes zeroed in on a long line in front of a dance club she had taken M'gann to a couple years back.&nbsp; She had been able to jump right to the head of the line, the bouncer having taken one look at them both and ushered them through without a second thought.&nbsp; To this day she wasn't sure if M'gann had influenced his actions or if he'd honestly found them that attractive and knew the owner wouldn't have turned them away, but she didn't care either way.&nbsp; They had gotten in, had a good time, and that had been the end of it.&nbsp; At least that night anyway.<br><br>Pulling to a stop with ease, Artemis removed her helmet, tossed it on her bike, and crossed her arms as she nodded to the bouncer, incidentally the same guy that had let her and M'gann through the last time, and waited for Mary to get off before she started for the end of the line.&nbsp; But just like last time, the guy took one look at her and her new friend and waved them through.&nbsp; "New friend?&nbsp; Better looking than the last one Artemis."&nbsp; The guy was nice, and she'd been to this particular dance club many times since she and Megan had dropped by, sometimes alone, sometimes with her martian friend in tow.&nbsp; Either way, the people here knew the archer by face if not by name.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, but I wouldn't tell Megan you said that."</strong>&nbsp; The man laughed but nodded as Artemis stepped through the partition with Mary hot on her heels.&nbsp; When she looked over her shoulder as they started to make their way through the crowded front door, the archer in hiding only shrugged before answering the question that was likely coming.&nbsp; <strong>"Megan's like a sister, I took her here to have a good time.&nbsp; You're the first 'date' or whatever I've brought here."</strong>&nbsp; She explained over the noise and thumping, pulse pounding music that was already reaching their ears.&nbsp; Yeah, tonight was going to be one to remember for a long time if Artemis had something to say about it.&nbsp; And what do you know, she did.&nbsp; With the flashing lights pulsing over the crowd of party goers, the swell and ebb of the music, and the cheers of a crowd high on life and in the heat of the moment, it was hard not to get swept away.&nbsp; It was times like these Artemis could forget about her troubled past and just be normal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 14:58:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:05, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, flashy nightclub<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> After giving the bouncer a "thank you kiss" for his compliment, Mar'i follows Artemis into the club and reveals her "clubbing outfit" as she hands over her jacket to the cloakroom clerk. She turns and drapes her arms around Artemis's shoulders, teasingly asking if she wants a dance or a drink. <br><hr><hr><br>It appeared that Mar'i's "new friend" agreed with her internal assessment of the feeling of having the wind sweeping through her hair, if her speed and her recklessness in riding was anything to go by; they weaved in and out of traffic, slotting into tiny gaps and scraping past expensive and cheap cars alike and experienced more than a few near misses...and yet, Mar'i never felt like she was in any particular danger. Perhaps it was the fact that she was a Tamaranean, and as such was more durable than a normal human to the point where falling off of a speeding bike wouldn't kill her (probably)? No...no, if she fell off at the speed they were going, it would still hurt and possibly even seriously injure her, so it couldn't be that. Was it that there was still a huge level of adrenaline pumping through her system, stopping her from really taking in the severity of the danger of such a reckless pattern of driving, instead replacing the fear with more adrenaline and sweet, dangerous ecstasy? Well...possibly, but adrenaline was a tool of the survival instinct, so if she felt like she was in danger, she'd be itching to move rather than tipping her head back and wishing for <em>more</em> speed. So that just left one option; despite their near misses and their wild turns and their little mini-stunts, despite the speeds that set the buildings into a blur and merged the traffic lights into one long continuous trail of soft orange glows and despite the inherent lack of a safety mechanism on the bike, Mar'i never felt in danger as she clung to the blonde womans body; Artemis had the poise and control and precision of a practised, experienced rider and never once seemed to stumble or falter. She seemed to know exactly where they were going and how to get there, and was uniquely able to find the spots between the traffic that felt small and yet had just enough room for the bike to zip through on its journey through town. The feeling was thrilling, and apparently Artemis felt so as well; Mar'i felt Artemis press her backside closer to her, and happily squeezed her thighs together on either side of Artemis's hips in response, the combined thrill of being so close to such an attractive young lady and moving at such high speeds through traffic getting the better of her a little.<br><br>Alas, the journey was soon over as Artemis - as promised - pulled up outside what looked to be a fairly high-class, trendy nightclub. Even on the 23rd, there appeared to be a sizeable line of both singles, groups and couples stretching back along the wall as a larger, intimidating looking bouncer stood guard at the wall. Mar'i wasn't about to lie; the prospect of standing in line for half an hour while her buzz of adrenaline slowly ran out and died down didn't sound particularly appealing, but she'd been to nightclubs before and knew that whilst sometimes you could flirt with the bouncer to get in early, it was oftentimes easier to just wait in the queue, otherwise you might just get refused entry full stop. It was rarely worth the hassle trying to get in a little early, and as such she instantly began to move towards the back of the queue...at the very least, perhaps she'd get the chance for some flirty conversation with this beautiful young huntress that she'd run into. She was cute, obviously, but Mar'i found herself getting more and more intrigued; few people could fight like she did, and even fewer could also ride a bike as effectively and faux-dangerously either, and even fewer could do <em>both.</em> Who exactly was this alluring woman? Despite her earlier ennui, Mar'i found herself more and more intrigued by this enigma before her and - as happened with every strong, beautiful, capable woman she met - more and more <em>attracted</em> to her, too. She certainly wouldn't mind whiling away the evening with <em>her,</em> she could say that much! However, she didn't get the chance; apparently, Artemis was known at this club, if the reaction of the bouncer was anything to go by; as he called them over and waved them through, she just had to stare incredulously at Artemis's advancing back, and not just because she had a rather fantastic-looking backside (which she so totally did); she could fight, she could ride and she was known on sight at a trendy, upscale nightclub? Just who was this woman? <br><br>Of course, she did spare a moment for the Bouncer; apparently, the woman that Artemis usually brought - which didn't really spark any feelings of jealousy or resentment; if there was one thing her mother taught her, it was that it was perfectly ok to have several lovers at the same time and that the humans were unnecessarily prudish over that sort of thing - was less attractive than Mar'i, by the bouncers estimation. Yes, it could have been sheer flattery, but flattery that deserved to be rewarded! She flushed with no small amount of pleasure, and giggled as she smiled at the larger man. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she went past, and leaned up towards him; as tall as she was, it only took a slight stretch of her body to reach his ear as she practically draped herself over his right shoulder, pressing her lip to his ear...she felt flirtatious and energetic and purely <em>sexual</em> when she got charged with adrenaline, and she was intending on showing that off tonight. She always intended to do so when she went out - it was why she was still wearing the zipped up jacket, to keep the surprise a surprise - but that night was special; she had her eye on one particular pretty little thing...but that didn't mean that the bouncer didn't deserve some attention too! "Aren't you sweet?" she murmured into his ear gently, before pressing a kiss against his cheek. Her hand splayed out across his stomach and she held the contact for a moment before pulling away. She grinned at him and walked backwards into the club, waving at him teasingly before she turned around. She could feel his eyes following her so, before she disappeared into the club proper, she gave him a pronounced wiggle of her hips, just for him. She loved the power she had over men, and she loved <em>using</em> it. She was hot...so why not show off? Speaking of, if this was a "date" according to Artemis...well, she had a bit of a surprise in store!<br><br>She followed Artemis into the club, the warm atmosphere and the pounding music and the smell of alcohol and sweat and so many people pressed together, their inhibitions lowered and released, all just there to have a good time and forget about their worries for a night...it was intoxicating for Mar'i. Other people, she knew, didn't like it and avoided and she could understand that - not everybody was cut out for the enclosed space and crowds of a busy club - but she, personally loved it. The sheer amount of people all having fun in unison, dancing to the same beat, no matter where they came from or who they were outside the music...none of it mattered. Just the dancing and the drinking and the skin to skin contact with another human being before they parted for the night and found other partners, like some intimate game of Musical Chairs...even being half Tamaranean, she could appreciate that camaraderie, and oftentimes partook of it herself, using the tight press of people as an excuse to press and slide and grind against as many people as possible. It helped her forget her loneliness and her loss and her day to day grind as she just lost herself in the overwhelming atmosphere, letting her more sensual, sexual side loose as the beat drummed out all other sounds and thoughts from her head. She'd often end up dragging at least one or two of the cuter ones aside for some "private moves," before sliding away and finding a new group, then another, then another...and at least one or two of her partners would be returned to during the night and taken somewhere more private. It depended on just how much she got herself worked up over the night. Tamaranean's could get worked up very, very easily, especially when they were feeling isolated and alone. It was a defence mechanism of sorts, and one that Mar'i was glad of. But if she had her way...she'd only have one specific partner that night!<br><br>"Oh, I'm a date, am I?" she shouted over the music when she got close enough to Artemis to be heard. She grinned softly, taking a step closer to her side. She slipped her hand daringly into Artemis's, pressing her still-jacketed body up against the blonde womans arm. "Good to know! It will make this a lot more satisfying..." She winked slyly and pulled Artemis over to the side, towards the small cubicle where new patrons were in the middle of dropping off their jackets and whatnot before heading onto the dance floor or over to the bar. Quickly fishing out some money from her jacket and stowing it in the small, almost unseeable back-pocket that was present on her tight, form-hugging leather club-pants, she then turned towards the counter and started work on removing her coat. She turned deliberately, of course, in order to prolong the teasing of her disrobing...she knew the outfit beneath her coat wasn't exactly modest, and she wanted her "date" to see exactly how revealing it was...but she also wanted to take her time when it came to revealing herself and posing for her new friends perusal. There was something...<em>primal</em> about showing herself off, and even though she didn't share her mothers complete disinterest in clothing - she had been raised on Earth, after all, and the right clothes often did more to excite people than full on nudity did, for some bizarre reason - she did tend to wear as little as she could get away with. She unzipped her coat and shrugged it off of her shoulders, allowing it to fall gracefully from her arms before she gathered it in one hand and passed it over the counter to the suddenly rather interested gentleman who had been tasked with collecting belongings for storage.<br><br>Beneath the coat was...not very much, to be frank. Mar'i's upper outfit above the waistband of her leather pants consisted largely of a single shaped piece of silver fabric, completely covered in square silver sequins that gave the impression of a tiled mirror that shone and glittered as she moved. Every part of the "top," if it could be called that, was covered in the things, making her shimmer and sparkle with every breath and every pass of the strobing lights. The front part covered her flat, smooth stomach and dipped down just below the pants' waistline, but then rose sharply as it angled away from her groin, to the point where both of her lower sides were completely exposed....and that wasn't the only part of her that was bared for the world to see; whereas her generous, C-cup breasts weren't openly naked in the club air, they may as well have been, as they strained against the shirt which only covered them with just enough fabric to keep them in place, both sides of them visible as the triangular streaks of dance-shirt exposed most of her upper sides - only a small triangular point separating it and her exposed lower sides - and showed off a generous amount of cleavage, the low-cut top descending in a sheer V-shape that only ended just a half inch or so above her belly button...a cleavage window that left no doubt whatsoever that there was <em>no</em> room for a bra underneath. The front, however, was the only part of her torso that was covered; as soon as the shirt came to a point on her sides and shoulders, they narrowed to just four thin-but-sturdy cords that wrapped around her central back and down her shoulder blades from her sides and shoulders respectively and met in the centre in a small, neat four-way bow that kept the shirt tightly in place, despite appearances to the contrary. It would take actively undoing those ties for her top to "fail" in its job of keeping her "bits" in place...and it also exposed her slender, finely toned, exquisitely smooth back for all the club to see.<br><br>She looked over her shoulder at Artemis coquettishly, cocking her hips to one side, before she turned around and revealed her outfit in its entirety. (http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/38201346-1802-4c5d-931a-8d496e0593d9_zpswfnjrib6.png) She giggled softly. "I was feeling a tad overdressed!" she yelled above the music, still grinning wildly; the adrenaline had yet to wear off, and if she had her way, it wouldn't until the end of that night; she had come out seeking distraction, and it appeared that she'd found it. She stepped forwards, stepping close to the hopefully dazzled blonde...she aimed to please, after all! She pressed herself lightly against Artemis, close enough that she could feel the contact, but not <em>so</em> close that they were practically one person. She was nothing if not a bit of a tease; as she said! Her looks gave her power, and she loved utilising it. Strictly for good, of course...save the odd bit of mischief. ;)&nbsp; She lifted her arms up and brazenly draped them over Artemis's shoulders, he elbows bent and her wrists crossed, her hands hanging idly in mid-air. "So...do you wanna hit the dance floor with your 'date,' or can I buy you a drink before we tear the roof down?" She smiled and winked again and, unable to resist the rhythm of the music any more, sashayed her hips from side to side idly as she waited for her "date" to respond. Oh...they were going to have <em>plenty</em> of admirers that night, she just knew, and the idea of burning down the dance floor with this blonde beauty in front of a club full of jealous, hot blooded young men, none of whom would get anything more from them than fantasies? That almost made up for her ennui earlier on. <em>This</em> was why she came to clubs on her bad nights; it gave her a power-pick-me-up to stall her spiral into drunken sleep, and made her feel powerful and confident, if only for a few hours. And now? Now she had a partner in crime, if only for the night. Despite the rocky start...she had a good feeling about the rest of it. She just hoped that she was right about her "date's" feelings on the matter, too!
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 00:48:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:03, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, dance club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><strong>Club music:</strong>&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keIPYS0ddLE</div></div><br>The ride to the club had been intense, in its own fashion, but it was over too quickly for Artemis's liking.&nbsp; That said, her usual bike ride tended to include high speed shootouts with gang members from Intergang or one of the bustling street gangs from Star City or any number of places along the same line.&nbsp; Gotham also had their respective problems with gangs, the Bravaso, the Jokerz, and more, just to name a few, so it wasn't unheard of for Masks like her to get real proficient with vehicles to keep up with the thugs in question.&nbsp; Artemis's first bike though had been from Tommy Merlyn of all people, the son to Malcolm Merlyn, the Dark Archer.&nbsp; Looking back, the irony wasn't lost on her since Tommy had had no idea his father was a murdering psychopath with an arrow fetish.&nbsp; That was why she had kept the Ducati, to remember the playful, lovable idiot with a heart of gold despite the fact he had been the unrepentant party animal that Oliver had once been before his time on Lian Yu.&nbsp; Despite thinking about the man, and the memories attached to that terrible day where Oliver had met his end, the ride to the club made it possible for the archer not to turn sulky and grouchy towards the woman she was currently busy escorting through the club's front entrance.&nbsp; It was only when she turned around, realizing Mary wasn't right behind her, that the blonde archer raised an eyebrow when she saw what the raven haired beauty was doing.<br><br>Something about the way she had attached herself to the bouncer, the way she whispered in his ear before planting a kiss on his cheek, the way her hand splayed out across his stomach, had Artemis riveted to the spot.&nbsp; Even when someone bumped into her, she hardly flinched, before she shook her head to clear her thoughts and get her head on straight.&nbsp; Only one other person had had that much sway with men and women both, and she hadn't seen that particular orange skinned goddess for five years.&nbsp; That particular set of memories, of whispers in the dark, of Kori's mouth against her neck, her hands running down her scarred body, wasn't so easy to shake off, unaware that her date for the night was the princess's daughter from another reality and time.&nbsp; As it was, Artemis had to bite her lip almost hard enough to draw blood to shake off the arousal that had started to pulse in time with the music, but a few deep breaths later had the archer back to her usual self as she smirked when Mar'i started towards her once more.&nbsp; Artemis was prepared for the teasing and sly winks Mary threw her way, and accepted the hand in hers even as her gray eyes narrowed in amused defiance.&nbsp; <strong>"Well what else would you call two women like us being at a club?"</strong>&nbsp; Artemis asked, her smirk smug and almost encompassing her face as she let Mary plant herself against her.&nbsp; Normally, that wouldn't have happened so quickly, but something about this raven haired woman had her wanting to get to know her a lot better....with and without clothes if she was being honest.&nbsp; So she didn't fight Mary when she dragged her away to the coat clerk check in, and slipped out of her leather jacket in one fluid motion once she was able to disentangle herself from her friend's grasp.&nbsp; It was just as well because as soon as she had removed her wallet from her coat and stuffed it into her riding jean pants, she turned and got an eyeful of her date's silver, sequin adorned outfit.<br><br>Instant jealousy hit her like a truck, but Artemis shook that off, telling herself that for the moment, Mary was on her arm, not some other bum's.&nbsp; Another part of her wanted to snatch her coat back and try to even come close to the way her new friend had stripped off her coat, but Artemis beat that impulse away with a ferocity to match her alter ego, and instead only watched as the silver sheen of the woman's very revealing top mesmerized her.&nbsp; There was no other way to describe it really, it was mesmerizing, and the woman underneath was just as enthralling to the archer.&nbsp; Again she had to bite her lip, worrying at her bottom lip as Artemis let her gray sweep over Mary's curves, her barely contained breasts, and her beautiful face.&nbsp; That niggling voice in the back of her mind said there was something eerily similar about this woman, but the logical part of her brain knew better.&nbsp; They had never met before tonight, she'd have remembered if they had, yet there was still that lingering feeling of deja vu.&nbsp; Whatever the case, Artemis nodded her approval, subconsciously licking her suddenly dry lips.&nbsp; She was a bisexual woman and proud of it, so she could look and get lost at the veritable feast before her just like anyone else with a pulse.&nbsp; Mary's declaration about being 'overdressed' had a snort escaping Artemis, returning her to the present as the archer shook her head, her long ponytail bouncing with the movement.&nbsp; <strong>"And I feel like I'm wearing a sack next to you now."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis retorted, smiling broadly despite the fact that next to the ravishing woman on her arm, she might as well have been wearing a sack with her far simpler gray top and jean pants.&nbsp; There was nothing special about either, having not planned for a night of clubbing, but she wasn't the only one 'slumming it'.<br><br>A quick glance at the crowd revealed that more than a handful of people were dressed as simply as she was, but the fact remained the same.&nbsp; Artemis felt practically invisible despite her own good looks.&nbsp; Long blonde hair that went to the top of her butt, (she really needed to think about getting it cut), a long, slender frame packed with muscles, and a tight, rocking body that was no stranger to physical strain of all kinds.&nbsp; Her chest wasn't much bigger than Mary's, that was about the only thing working in her favor really, but between her tight sports bra and her gray short sleeve shirt, it was hard to tell she was able to match the half naked woman at her side.&nbsp; Still, she made an imposing, hunter esque impression, one that radiated danger yet feminine beauty in equal measure, just in a rougher packaging was all.&nbsp; If she had taken half the effort some of her friends did when they took a night off, Artemis could have been quite the looker, comparable to any of her more exotic and beautiful friends, but she wasn't bad to look at as she was.&nbsp; But she shrugged when Mary asked if she wanted another drink or if they should hit the dance floor first.&nbsp; Before she could respond though, Mary draped her arms over her shoulders and started to sashay her hips against her front, making Artemis flush as desire spiked yet again.&nbsp; She managed to keep her voice calm and level as she met Mary's eyes, putting her hands on the girl's waist, a mischievous gleam in her gray eyes.&nbsp; Running her hands up a little so that they were just shy of brushing against the underside of the woman's considerable chest, teasing her, giving her a very real clue that she was interested quite a bit.&nbsp; On top of that, she was just close enough so that their respective chests were brushing against each other, her long arms allowing her to put a little distance between them even as Mary tried to pull them closer, but Artemis was focused on her date's face more than anything.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm ready to get out on the floor myself.&nbsp; Lead the way, since it gives me an excuse to enjoy the view."</strong>&nbsp; She teased right back, albeit a bit more bluntly than Mary'd been so far, but she could give as good as she got, and Artemis wasn't one to back down from a challenge once it was issued, even if Mary didn't realize she had challenged her to try and show off a little more in the first place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 02:37:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:05, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, flashy nightclub<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i decides that she likes Artemis's direct style, and that tonight, she's going to mimic it; no bullshit hedging, just go on an all-out sex appeal offensive. She pulls Artemis to the dancefloor, making sure to give her a good view of her swinging hips and lovely curves. They find the centre of the dancefloor and Mar'i makes the first move, making it <em>damn</em> clear to Artemis and anybody else watching that this is less a dance and more foreplay as far as Mar'i is concerned...<br><hr><hr><br>Well...if Mar'i had previously only been <em>hoping</em> that Artemis was interested in women - and considering that most of the populace on Earth seemed intent on only enjoying the company of the opposite sex rather than the far more sensible "anything goes," at least that was the way her mother put it - those doubts were swiftly put to rest; in her experience, if a female wasn't interested in her and Mar'i did her usual "extreme intimacy" thing, then she'd be pushed away or laughed off or - in some extreme cases - looked at with disgust (which didn't hurt her feelings as much as you would expect; <em>she</em> knew how much fun women could be, so if some other women were disgusted by the thought, then more for Mar'i! She wouldn't want to bed somebody like that <em>anyway!</em>), but Artemis? Oh, Artemis didn't just go along with it, she even tried to return the flirtation! Now, that sounded more condescending than it was meant; it was obvious to Mar'i that despite her confidence and her obvious good looks, smooth talk was not something that Artemis did very often. She was direct, blunt and to the point, and didn't bother with the subtle hints and gentle flirtations that often categorised a playful pick up...and you know what? Mar'i really dug it. Not only was a confident, strong-willed <em>anything</em> kind of a turn on, but what with all the double speak that surrounded her every day and all the different agenda's and her own bouts of loneliness and despair and all the time she wasted chatting people up when she wished she could just drag some of them into a corner for some public smoochings, direct and blunt was definitely a welcome change. She grinned as Artemis lay her hands on her waist, deliberately allowing herself to give a soft, obviously pleased shiver at the contact, the mischief in her eyes spreading to her smile as she caught sight of the similar gleam in Artemis's face. <br><br>She arched her back just a little, pressing her chest out as she felt Artemis's hands drifting up towards her chest, her skin tingling as she imagined this beautiful blonde just slipping her hands into the shirt and cupping her breasts with everybody around them completely oblivious...it would be so easy, too, just a shift and a slide...the thought of such a wanton, public display and the idea that anybody could see her? It didn't occur to her very often, but she kind of wanted to try it, just to see how hot it could make her feel. Hell, even if it wasn't public, she'd love to have this young womans hands all over her body, playing with her tight, smooth skin and her firm curves as her own hands returned the favour, caressing and squeezing and stroking...yes, this young lady went for what she wanted without preamble and without any bullshit. She didn't bother with idle flirtation and gentle teasing; she put her hands exactly where she wanted to, and made her intentions clear from the get go. Mar'i could <em>respect</em> that; yes, she loved the power her flirtations gave her and she loved the looks on her favoured suitors faces, and she loved the witty flirting back and forth and she loved the game of cat and mouse as the men and women who hit on her slowly came to realise that they were the ones being hunted and played with...she loved the game, and she loved loving the players, too, but there were nights where she didn't have the patience or inclination to play games, where she just needed distraction and raw magnetism to see them through, no words, just action...and it seemed like she'd picked up the right girl for that. Sometimes you needed to drop the games and just...go for it. And it looked like that was exactly what Artemis was willing to do, which suited Mar'i just perfectly fine, thank you very much! She had no intention of playing tonight, and it was good to know that her date had the same idea. No drinks, no whispered words of teasing promises...just the dance floor and the eyes of every horny male on them as they showed them exactly what they were missing.<br><br>Mar'i giggled softly and winked, pulling back a little as she felt the pressure against her waist, her hands moving from Artemis's shoulders to slide down her arms, caressing her wrists and finally coming to rest in her hands. She wrapped her fingers around Artemis's gently, her thumb stroking the back of Artemis's palms as she stepped back, looking her up and down...a sack? No. No, not at all; she was dressed in normal attire, yes, but that didn't mean a damn thing. The top fit her form snugly, accentuating her curves and her obviously well proportioned, taken care of body...her jeans clung to her legs and showed off just how perfectly rounded and toned her backside was beneath it all, and her long blonde hair looked rather good in a pony tail, even if Mar'i would have personally preferred to see it spilling down over her shoulders...and those eyes! Those foggy, mysterious eyes of hers that took in every detail of the scene, yet constantly remained fixed on Mar'i...she could practically <em>feel</em> that discerning gaze eating her up, and she had to resist the urge to strike a pose just for Artemis. "I don't think you give yourself enough credit, Arty baby," she practically cooed, "I'd wager every man in here is looking at <em>us,</em> not <em>me.</em>" She grinned again, then took a step backwards, towards the step that led up to the slightly raised main dancefloor, her hands pulling Artemis with her. "But you? You better have your eyes just on me tonight...I'll give you plenty of views to enjoy, if you do." She would have struck a pose, ordinarily...but Artemis apparently wanted a very different, more...dynamic kind of view. And Mar'i was inclined to give it to her. <br><br>She let go of Artemis's hands as she turned around, though she didn't give her a chance to drop them to her sides; as soon as Mar'i was facing away from Artemis, her left hand reached out and grasped Artemis's left hand, lifting up and bending backwards so that Artemis's arm was extended at a 45 degree angle and joined in the air with Mar'i's. The fluid, graceful movement didn't stop there, though, as the momentum she used to spin around and grab Artemis's hand again then served to lift her left leg up and onto the step that led to the raised dancefloor in order to lift the rest of her body up after her...but she didn't use it just as a step, oh no. She deliberately sashayed her hips as she stepped up, giving her backside a pronounced, slow wiggle as she then lifted her right leg up and onto the dance floor proper, even going so far as to bend over a little under the guise of letting Artemis's arm fall towards the ground a little. But she didn't stop there; as soon as they were up on the dancefloor, Mar'i led them towards the centre. If she was going to dance in a club with a beautiful woman, she wasn't going to do it at the edges, like she was scared or ashamed; she was going to make <em>sure</em> that they were the centre of attention and the centre of everybodies envy. She let her arm drop, holding Artemis's hand under-arm now, as she pulled her through the crush of people...now, Mar'i walked with a natural swing of the hips, designed to show off her - in her mind - perfectly curved backside and waist, and to further accentuate the gracefulness of her legs...but for Artemis, she went even further and outright sashayed her way across the dancefloor, making damn sure that Artemis got a consistent eyeful of just how "swinging" her hips could be...and in her tight leather pants? Not much was left to the imagination, shape wise. She giggled at the thought...the idea of having a woman as strong as Artemis eyeing her up with no guise of self control tickled her positively orange. And the idea of having more than just Artemis's <em>eyes</em> on her backside? That was rather exciting, too.<br><br>Alas, they had to stop moving forwards at some point, and that moment soon came; they reached a small clearing in the centre of the dancefloor, as if it was made for them - and it quite possibly was - and she turned sharply, her hands instantly moving to Artemis's waist. She began to move her hips side to side, dipping and bending her legs to add a more sensual, seductive swing to her waist, her hands pulling Artemis's hips along with her. She leaned in, her lips coming within inches of Artemis's ear so she could be heard above the pounding, rhythmic, pulsing music that seemed to coordinate with the now-steaming blood throbbing through Mar'i's veins. The adrenaline had returned with a vengeance, and she was going to use every moment of it. "So, Arty baby...how should we dance?" She grinned softly, and giggled to herself as her left hand took Artemis's right, and pulled it around to lie firmly on Mar'i's left buttock as she swung her hips. She kept it there, her elbow extended behind her as she started to accentuate her swing just a little more, obviously dancing now and not just swaying from side to side. Her other hand rested on Artemis's hip, though it itched to go...elsewhere. She undulated her torso side to side in opposite directions to her hips, her entire body doing a good impression of writhing in pleasure as she pressed her chest and stomach tightly against Artemis...she could tell that beneath that tight shirt lay a far more impressive bust than was being shown off, and it was to that that she squeezed her own chest, hoping to maybe some shivers of her own from Artemis. "A little...front action?" she murmured, then paused before continuing. <br><br>"...or maybe, since you apparently like the view, you'd be more interested in my back?" With that, she turned around suddenly, taking Artemis's free hand with her right one and draping it across her waist from behind, her skin tingling sharply with the contact of bare skin to bare skin. She pressed her leather-clad backside against Artemis's crotch sharply, but didn't stop the swaying, sashaying, undulating movement so she was brazenly grinding against her with what appeared to be no shame whatsoever. In one more graceful movement on the out-swing, she moved her left hand from her side to lie over Artemis's left arm, her right hand releasing Artemis and raising upwards and outwards, bending at the elbow so that her arm was pointed outwards but her lower arm was directed back at Artemis, her hand drifting slowly to Artemis's head as she tilted her own in the opposite direction, as if giving Artemis a window to poke her head through. She turned her head and grinned up at Artemis coquettishly, then went so far as to flutter her eyelashes. "It's up to you, <em>baby,</em>" she mouthed, pressing herself back against Artemis more insistently, even going so far as to begin rotating her hips in a circle with each swing of her waist, meaning that with every swing left she pushed back and ground into Artemis's groin, and with every swing right she lessened the contact and gave her more of a gentle brush with her backside. Just the simple act of dancing flushed Mar'i's skin - which, had she not been half Tamaranean, would have been instantly noticeable - and had her thirsting for more...if Artemis could be so alluringly direct, then so could Mar'i, damnit! She could feel her desire pooling in her stomach, the despair and melancholy of earlier mercifully drowned in the rush of adrenaline, the aftereffects of the alcohol and the presence of pounding music and a beautiful woman. Tamaraneans partied hard, and Mar'i especially...you danced and you flirted and you drank to temporarily forget the worries of the world outside and just let go and have a good time...and Mar'i had <em>plenty</em> to forget. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 01:08:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:09, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, dance club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><strong>Club music:</strong>&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rave party</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7vRbvXcjcU</div></div><br>It wasn't everyday Artemis was rewarded with her forward and direct nature, but it seemed that she hadn't been wrong in how Mar'i would respond to her running her hands up her sides, just shy of touching her amble breasts.&nbsp; A part of her had wondered if she'd been a little too direct, but the gleam in the raven woman's gaze said otherwise, and it was a much needed weight off the archer's mind to know that tonight at least, she didn't have to worry about walking on eggshells.&nbsp; This girl was someone who wanted the direct approach, who apparently had no stomach for the double talk, hidden agendas, and all that other bullshit that Artemis didn't really understand anyway, well she did, but she normally didn't go for it herself, and had no patience for those that only talked with hidden meanings behind their words.&nbsp; Needless to say, Mary was turning out to be a breath of fresh air, to say the least, given her usual night out in clubs like this, when she actually bothered to take a night off anyway.&nbsp; It got real tiresome to push aside would be suitors, sometimes literally when they didn't take no for an answer the first time, but in Mary it seemed she'd lucked out and found a like minded individual who just wanted honesty over empty pick up lines.&nbsp; If Artemis had known why that was, the archer might not have been so eager to jump into her pants and more inclined to let her have a shoulder to cry on.<br><br>It was probably just as well though as Mar'i pulled away just a little before running her hands down the archer's arms.&nbsp; A part of her balked, wanted to step away since she was getting dangerously close to uncovering one secret she wasn't ready to divulge right then and there among a crowd of strangers, but Artemis was able to beat back the impulse with relative ease as Mary's hands found hers and lingered there.&nbsp; The feel of her gentle caresses to the back of her palms, unaware that the power dynamic had shifted from her being the hunter to the hunted.&nbsp; Not that she minded much since Mary was quite the stunning creature, and seemed to know how to stroke her ego and self confidence as she took a step back, onto the main dance floor, gently pulling Artemis along for the ride.&nbsp; She smirked and followed, not about to complain with the almost cooed words the mysterious woman was saying to her.&nbsp; She wanted to make her more than coo, but that would come later if all turned out alright.&nbsp; That said, she chuckled and nodded when Mary said her eyes better be on her. <strong> "Don't worry about that, kinda hard to look anywhere else but you."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis replied, her smirk turning into brief but full on grin before Mary began her downright seductive bump and grind, from both angles no less, against the archer's body.&nbsp; And this mind you was after the alluring way Mary had led her to the center of the crowded dance floor, with her swaying, sexy hips and the way she went to and fro, giving her quite the show of her backside long before they reached center stage.<br><br>The whole thing, needless to say, left Artemis more than a little tongue tied since it'd been a long while since anyone had tempted her in such a manner before.&nbsp; Kori was the only one that had done anything quite like what Mary was doing now, and honestly, the princess was a far, distant thought at that particular moment.&nbsp; Again that niggling sense of deja vu returned, louder than before, but again Artemis shook it off as she tried to focus on the present, on the way Mary undulated and shook her body against her, giving her two <em>very </em>tempting offers that left her brain turned to mush.&nbsp; She recovered though and wrapped her hands around the front of Mary's waist, her lips at her right ear.&nbsp; <strong>"Why choose when I could have both?&nbsp; One thing though, <em>don't</em> call me 'baby' and we'll get along great."</strong>&nbsp; She didn't explain why, but the note in her voice would get her point across, she hoped, as Artemis returned the favor, pressing her breasts firmly against Mary's back, her breath tickling across the side of the woman's neck as she swayed to the music alongside her exotic, beautiful date.&nbsp; It wasn't hard for the archer to find a rhythm, given her acrobatic ability and muscle memory from countless fights as both her Artemis alter ego and Tigress respectively.&nbsp; Dancing was just a different set of movements, without the desire to punch someone repeatedly in the face, and the foreplay?&nbsp; Well, that was another 'dance' all of its own, one Artemis was no stranger to as her right hand remained on Mary's stomach while her left strayed upward, going over the front of the girl's dress, lingering where the long cut in the front began.&nbsp; The brush of fingers across skin was light, but the nip on Mary's ear wasn't so gentle as she blew a short burst of hot air across the woman's sensitive lobe before flicking her tongue across the same place.&nbsp; She wanted to play cat and mouse with Artemis?&nbsp; Fine, she'd play, but she was nobody's mouse for long, a fact that would become more evident as her hand continued its slow way upward before moving across Mary's chest, but instead of slipping under to cup a breast, she grinned and placed it on her hip, teasing her relentlessly.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm nobody's mouse."</strong>&nbsp; She purred, her gray eyes alight since she had caught onto Mary's game almost from the start, but she was more than happy to play judging by the tone of her voice.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't challenge me, because I always win, just so you know."</strong>&nbsp; With that, Artemis pulled away from Mary's backside as if she'd never been there, more than a little curious to see how she'd answer that smug declaration and her teasing caresses so far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 15:50:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:10, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, flashy nightclub<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i enjoys Artemis's touch and, when she steps away, almost turns and kisses her breathless right there...but she resists, instead opting for one more teasing dance move and then playing "hard to get," disappearing into the crowd. She finds a man who resembles one of the assholes from the bar and starts dancing with him in a similar way to how she danced with Artemis, being overtly sexual in her movements but making sure to retain direct eye contact with Artemis at all times, just to see what she might provoke Artemis to do...<br><hr><hr><br>So, Artemis The Hunter didn't like being called "baby?" That was a surprise, though not a debilitating one...everybody had something that they didn't like or had a specific hang-up about, and something in Artemis's voice told her that it wasn't part of the game they were playing, and it wasn't her playing hard to get...she honestly didn't like being called "baby," if the undercurrent of slight disgust at the word was anything to go by...and you know what? Mar'i didn't care. Well, she cared that Artemis didn't like it, so she definitely wouldn't use it again, but she didn't care that she had to avoid using it; the word itself wasn't the key to their game, it was the sentiment behind it...she needed an at least temporary pet name for her "date," of course, but that was easily remedied; Arty had seemed to strike no nerves and she seemed to only have an issue with the "baby" bit, so...Arty. It was short, sweet, punchy...and, most importantly, it could be <em>stretched</em> and accentuated for those times that Mar'i planned on having later where said word would be being said over and over again with a certain unique type of strain to her voice. And honestly, what else could you ask for in a pet name? Besides, she had other things to think about...like, for example, Arty's hands splaying out along her stomach, fingertips brushing the edge of her exposed skin as her new "friend" began to pick up the rhythm herself, responding to her own grinds and bumps with a pressing closeness of her own. Mar'i's flesh tingled wonderfully at the motion, loving the idea that even just this was exciting her blonde saviour, that maybe by the end of the dance, Arty would be as close to outright naked arousal as she herself was; every bump and grind and sway heated her body up as she thought about doing this very same thing <em>minus</em> what little clothes she had, having to admire just how toned and tight Arty's body was against her own...<br><br>It was these thoughts rushing through her head, those images of the two of them nakedly entwined right there on the dancefloor and to <em>hell</em> with everybody else watching that elicited the reaction that Arty apparently wanted from her. As Mar'i felt those perfect white teeth close around her earlobe - her secret "weak spot," just a teasing bite and pull on it could turn her on faster than most other things and send her weak at the knees - and pull, she actively let out a soft, shuddering moan, her body pressing back further into Arty as it did so, her hips reducing her side to side sway in favour of pushing further back into Arty's groin. She shivered a little, arching her back and pressing her chest forwards and her backside back in an attempt to both get closer to Arty's own shaking, grinding hips and to encourage Arty to go that little bit further and slip that gloriously firm, confident hand inside her shirt, right <em>there</em> in front of everybody watching - and make no mistake, there were certainly more than a few men watching in interest and envy, and even a couple of the women too - but Artemis was apparently too good a hunter for that...she decided, apparently, that doing it right there and then would be giving in to Mar'i's seduction too easily...so she pulled away sharply, taking a step backwards and away from Mar'i's undulating form. Mar'i, of course, didn't give her much time to do anything else before she span around, determined to just pin this gorgeous woman up against something and kiss her until she couldn't remember her own damn name...but something stopped her. That smug little smile...Ah! If she did follow through with that sharp urge, she'd be playing right into Artemis's trap! She'd become the hunted once again, and she did not play that way. She wanted to make Arty work for it, not have her be made to chase after Arty! And she thought she had the perfect way to do it...she liked the bump and grind, right? Well. Time to deny her that pleasure.<br><br>She smiled softly at Artemis, looking for all the world like a vixen who had just come up with mischief that she could play, and sauntered over those two small steps towards her. She didn't stop dancing, of course, still shaking her hips and sinuously undulating her sides, but as she advanced she lifted her arms up, spreading them out to either side. As they reached right-angles with her shoulders, she slowly twisted her forearms around so that her hands were facing downwards, her fingers hanging loosely as she raised them the rest of the way and joined them together above her head, palms facing Artemis. As she raised them, she turned her head to one side as her shoulders moved up and down, before turning her head again to look at Artemis as she drew closer. Her now-joined hands draped over Artemis's head as she let her body teasingly slide lightly against Artemis's, though she didn't allow any contact even approaching what she had gifted to her before. It was a light, brushing contact, no more, even as her body continued to sway to the rhythm of the music. She tilted her head to the side coquettishly, a flirtatious, teasing smile playing across her lips. Leaning in she let her breath play over Artemis's ear, warm and slow, as she said as quietly as she could and still be heard above the music, "Mmm...so, my Arty wants to be the hunter, does she?" She chuckled a little, then pulled back a little as she swung her hips out wide and then sashayed them over and over again as she bent her legs at the knees and dipped down low - each wiggle of her hips dipping her down lower - so that her legs were now bent in front of her and she was at a level with Artemis's waist, though she was looking up at the blonde rather than forwards, a suggestive smile gracing her mouth as she teasingly gave the centre of her bottom lip a slow, subtle lick. She didn't stop, though, flowing into a smooth motion as she then pushed her backside out, away from Arty, as she leaned in and then straightened her legs, gracefully lifting her body back up in the conclusion to the sudden, sharp dance move...but on the way up, she let her chin and mouth glide teasingly over Artemis's jeans and top before coming to rest just an inch or so away from Arty's lips. How she wanted to close that distance and just suck that blonde sexpots tongue down her throat...but she restrained herself. What she had planned instead was much, much more fun.<br><br>"You're not a mouse? Well, what are you, Arty? You're too fierce to be a cat...are you a tigress stalking its prey, fearing no hunter? Well...let's see if you can catch <em>this</em> little prey..." She giggled to herself. Instead of leaning in and completing the contact, she peeled away sharply, relinquishing all contact as she took several steps backwards. She let her hair fall forwards over her shoulder and parts of her face - looking much more unruly than it actually was, an illusion she had mastered pulling off long ago - as she did so, extending her arm slowly towards Arty even as she retreated. She turned her palm so that it faced upwards, and extended one finger which she then crooked towards herself. An unmistakable challenge....<em>Follow me...if you can.</em> And with that, she slipped through the press of bodies via a convenient gap, and was gone from immediate sight. Of course, she kept her eyes on Arty to see what she did, to see whether she followed - let's be honest, there was no way she wasn't going to try and follow after <em>that</em> - but she wasn't done yet. She span on the spot in a sudden twirling dance move, her hands above her head, but it wasn't just a dance move; it was a scout, to find the right target...and she found him. A larger, muscular man, much like the drunken morons in the bar...he was taller than her, at least 6'3, with an obviously broad, muscular frame. He was more handsome than the barseholes, and apparently a little less of an asshole - he hadn't groped any women that she could see, yet - but she still wouldn't have gone for him...ordinarily. Normally, though he was cute, he would have reminded her too much of those morons, but tonight? That was just what she needed. With any luck, the resemblence would not be lost on Artemis. She stopped her spin and sauntered over to him, which he spotted almost immediately...she could feel his eyes devouring her, but she didn't give him a chance to say anything; as she reached him, she turned and instantly pressed her backside against his crotch, resuming her swaying, sashaying dance. She felt his hands alight on her hips almost instantly, and she smiled to herself as she quickly picked out Artemis from the crowd. How could you miss a blonde beauty like her, after all?<br><br>As soon as she was sure that Artemis could see her again, she began her tease in earnest, moving her hands to rest on top of the young mans lightly. She swung her hips and pressed back into his crotch - his tight jeans already letting her know that she was having a rather noticeable effect on him - grinding up and down as well as side to side, just to torture him a little more. She made eye contact with Artemis as she approached, deliberately taking his hands and moving them further inwards on her body, despite herself kind of loving how his larger, rougher hands felt stroking her skin. She moved one hand around her waist and the other up her body and along her top, over her cleavage and then to rest directly on her breast as she bent forwards slowly, pulling her trousers tight as she both ground back firmly against his <em>extremely</em> uncomfortable jeans and giving Artemis a direct look at her cleavage. Mar'i winked at her slyly, then straightened up and leaned back against her partner, lifting her arm up to reach backwards and rest her hand on his shoulder....but she wasn't paying attention to him, despite her obviously sexual "dancing." Her eyes were fixed entirely on her little Huntress, and just what she might end up doing now...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 23:22:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:12, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, dance club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><strong>Club music:</strong>&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rave party</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7vRbvXcjcU</div></div><br>Artemis's gray eyes gleamed, having heard that soft little moan when she had nipped at Mary's ear.&nbsp; It was quite literally music to hear ears, sending a pulse down the archer's spine that sent heat tingling through her body, making her smile a little wider at having so easily turned the tables on the mysterious woman.&nbsp; She wanted to play, she'd get what she wanted, but it'd be Artemis that came out on top, or so she thought.&nbsp; It became quickly apparent that Mary was no amateur when it came to this particular game, and that she was more than capable of keeping up with the otherwise experienced vigilante when it came to the art of seduction.&nbsp; The look on the beautiful woman's face clued her into that fact right before Mary closed in, mischief in her gaze and plastered all over her face, and she wasn't disappointed honestly.&nbsp; Artemis hated it when it was too easy to get what she wanted, so having this little 'dance' between them prolonged was a bonus really, even if it made her a little annoyed at the same time.&nbsp; Just when she was about to answer Mary's question about being the 'hunter', Artemis could only gape when for just a moment, the archer thought the girl planned to unclasp her jeans and start doing more than merely dance as her mouth strayed dangerously close to the meeting of her thighs.&nbsp; Okay, this was a step up from her usual night with a random partner in a club like this.&nbsp; Most people only ground up against her, made a few comments that could have passed as seductive, and went about their night before they made it to their apartment for the night.&nbsp; Mary though was apparently far more skilled than most as Artemis forgot just for a moment they were surrounded by dozens of people, and all she could think of was how it might feel to go all the way then and there.&nbsp; Her brain froze when Mary suddenly stood up and brushed just a hair's breath away from her lips, but she recovered almost immediately, just in time to catch the woman's next question.&nbsp; A question that had a snort of amusement escaping her lips given the nickname Mary had dropped between them.&nbsp; If only she knew what her night usually consisted of.&nbsp; Tigress indeed.&nbsp; Again Artemis snorted but gave nothing else away to her alter ego, her gray eyes zeroing in on the woman's retreating form.&nbsp; This was a game she knew well, having pursued enemy combatants across rooftops, so stalking a single person through a thick crowd was comparatively far easier.<br><br>The 'come hither' gesture was just adding fuel to the fire, and Artemis wasn't about to disappoint the retreating woman as she stalked forward, her eyes in front so she could judge the distance to her metaphorical prey in this instance.&nbsp; Thought would come later, right now she had a clear objective in front of her as she gracefully cut a swath through the crowd, always just catching a glimpse of the raven haired woman's form before she disappeared again only to pop up a little further away.&nbsp; Artemis smirked, having never had to work this hard in such a setting before in a long time, but she wasn't about to complain, sidling through a dense cluster of dancers without bumping any of them save when one overzealous woman took a slight pass at her jean clad butt.&nbsp; Artemis shot her a wink and threw her hip to the side, hoping Mary caught the sight of her doing so without breaking her long determined stride, much to the woman's disappointment.&nbsp; She hardly heard though, having spotted Mary just as she began another sensual dance, this time against some giant muscle head's crotch, the similarity not lost on the archer if the way her eyes narrowed in annoyance was anything to go by.&nbsp; Now she was just being nasty.&nbsp; Still, Artemis shook her head and crossed her arms, half tempted to shove the man away, or kick him across the face, but she came up with a third option as she closed the distance between them, giving off the unmistakable impression that you were better off not getting in her way.<br><br>A vibe the man seemed oblivious too, but no one could blame him given the tempting form pressed against his front.&nbsp; Even Artemis had to slow her determined gait for a moment to admire the way the orange skinned woman ground herself up the man's crotch and chest, but she didn't completely stop either, a gleam in her gray eyes that promised quite a lot of things, most of them pleasant for Mary.&nbsp; Not so much for the man who was finding it impossible to keep his hands off of her.&nbsp; She'd help him with that though as Artemis stood before the two, her arms crossed and an intimidating smirk on her face which was aimed solely on the guy behind her.&nbsp; He got the hint rather quickly after that as he held up his hands and backed away slowly, sensing something dangerous about the blonde that had seemed to appear out of thin air.&nbsp; Artemis only took a second to enjoy the man's pale faced expression before grabbing Mary by her waist and pressing her firmly against her body.&nbsp; <strong>"Gotta say, haven't had to work this hard in a long time."</strong>&nbsp; She purred before pressing her lips firmly against Mary's, her tongue darting across the raven haired woman's own, demanding entrance but not pressing further without her permission as her hands moved to the ties holding Mary's dress together.&nbsp; She teased at them, made her think she'd planned to undo the top then and there, but Artemis didn't as tempted as she was at that particular moment, snogging the woman as she was.&nbsp; For all intents and purposes, they were the only ones in that club as far as Artemis was concerned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>13-12-2015, 13:54:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:15, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, flashy nightclub<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i accepts the jealous, passionate kiss eagerly, opening her mouth to allow her tongue to tease at Artemis's...until she turns and slips away back into the crowd to continue their little chase. She repeats the same pattern as before, before encountering a pair of dancers - one male and one female - who she slips between for some "extra fun." She still seeks to tease Arty, but the two turn out to be a bit better than Mar'i first anticipated; at least if Arty falls through, she could go back to those two! Though, of course...Arty is still the favourite.<br><hr><hr><br>It appeared that Mar'i's plan had, indeed, ended up working; even as she absently ground against the admittedly somewhat handsome young man behind her - believe her, if she was actively attempting to seduce him, she'd be pulling out a lot more of her more...advanced...moves, she could tell you that much - she could see Artemis slipping out of the crowd, her eyes solely on Mar'i and her new partner. She giggled to herself quietly as she noted that Artemis's eyes narrowed when she saw the young man behind her; jealousy? Over little old her? She was flattered, of course, and extremely pleased that her little plan had ended up in success. A jealous girl in a nightclub does so many more interesting things than a woman who is secure in her victory...and this part of the little game is to remind Artemis that if she's the hunter, she'll have to corner her prey before some other predator does. Oh, Mar'i <em>wants</em> Hunter Arty to catch her and eat her all up, of course, but Artemis can't know that. She has to think that her prey might get away, or she might not put in as much effort...and if you work hard for something, you're more likely to appreciate it when you do eventually get it. And by "appreciate," she meant "fuck so hard she can't see straight." What, did you think she was playing this game to tempt the blonde beauty into a rousing game of Twister? Well...naked Twister, perhaps. Either way, the jealous, slightly irritated but extremely excited gleam that is visible in Artemis's eyes even from where Mar'i is standing is...thrilling, to say the least. To think that Mar'i could so easily provoke such a strong reaction? No matter who wins their "game," she <em>knows</em> she'll be getting more than a couple of prizes later that night.<br><br>She let the larger man behind her slink away with his tail between his legs as Artemis drew closer - she would feel kind of sorry for him, if the club wasn't full of attractive women who would likely jump all over him given half a chance - grinning her best teasing, coquettish grin. She gave out a pleased, excited coo as she felt Artemis's hands on her waist, pulling her closer, their chests and stomachs pressed against each other, Artemis's warm, tantalising breath playing over Mar'i's cheeks and lips, tickling her flesh gently...she hadn't had to work that hard before? Well, Mar'i could believe that! Any man or woman alive who had an even moderately high sex drive would likely be all over Arty as soon as she sent them a wink and a wave, so she imagined that this Hunter only had to sit and wait for the prey to come to her, like lambs lining up for the grindhouse...but not this little lamb, oh no...she was determined to be the one that tasted the sweetest simply because it gave the longest chase, and that chase wasn't about to end right there...that being said, it didn't mean she didn't get to enjoy the spoils of the first chase as well. She eagerly returned the firm, passionate kiss, her arms wrapping around Artemis's waist tightly, her hands running up and down Arty's back slowly as she pressed herself a little closer, her lips finding purchase over Artemis's. She opened her mouth demurely, allowing Artemis's tongue entrance, her own tongue gently slipping out to tease and stroke before retreating backwards almost shyly. She shivered a little at the contact, those lips and that tongue going quickly to her head as her body bloomed into excited, lustful warmth as she imagined just foregoing the game altogether to pull Arty to one of the couches lined up along the wall for some not-so-alone-time, and to hell who was watching...her back arched a little as she felt Arty playing with the ties of her shirt...as much as she wanted that top to fall away, to rip off Arty's own shirt and tangle up naked with her, she restrained herself. Little lamb, on a chase...and the chase wasn't over quite yet.<br><br>She lingered for a moment longer on Artemis's lips, reluctant to pull away from the arousing warmth and raw passion radiating through them, but pull away she eventually did, forcibly separating herself at the mouth. She grinned at Arty again, tilting her head a little. "I have to keep you interested somehow," she said, winking slyly, "But alas...the chase isn't over yet!" And with that she turned on the spot, slipping easily out of Arty's otherwise firm embrace and walked away from the blonde bombshell...my, but she knew how to kiss! Mar'i was still feeling more than a little breathless from the contact, and she could feel her face flushing at the memory of it...so hot, so raw, so...direct...it was amazing. And now she knew that she wanted to feel more of them, but more insistent, more passionate...and for that, she needed to keep playing the game. She sauntered across the small clearing and, after throwing a coquettish, rogueish smile over her shoulder just for Arty, she disappeared once more into the crowd. She followed the same pattern as before, dancing briefly with a new partner every so often for a few moments before catching sight of Arty and moving on, searching for the right partner to tease her with, eyeing up the crowd whilst continuously looking over her shoulder to throw flirtatious smiles and winks towards Arty whenever they made eye contact...until she found them. The perfect teases. A more moderately-sized male, closer to Mar'i's own height and more lithely built than the previous musclehead and actually - surprisingly - rather more handsome, with a styled mop of black hair and quick, graceful movements to his dance, currently in the midst of dancing with a wild-looking redhead who was herself a good half a foot shorter than Mar'i herself....and from the looks of it, in the midst of dancing with each other, they'd occasionally grab another partner from the crowd and dance with them before going back to each other. A couple, looking for a good time with other people included, or just a hook up that wasn't particularly fussed how many they involved? It didn't matter, of course. Either way, they were perfect. On any other night, Mar'i would have considered going the distance with them to see where it led, but tonight? She had a different prey in mind. One that this pair could help her reel in.<br><br>Sliding smoothly along the dancefloor, she approached the pair with a confident sway to her hips and an authoritative strut to her steps, making a beeline for the redhead and the male, the female being the one who noticed her first. She tilted her head and glanced back at the male...and then Mar'i was on top of them, sliding her arms around the redheads shoulders as she pressed her body, already mid-sway, against her firmly. The redhead almost jumped out of her skin as her head snapped back to the front, but it wasn't a <em>bad</em> shock; she smiled slowly, her hands drifting down to trace along Mar'i's waist as she began her own rhythm, apparently designed to match and compliment. Every time Mar'i sashayed left, the redhead followed her. When she dipped backwards, the young lady pressed forwards, and vice versa...yes, if she didn't already have her sights set on the blonde following after her, this redhead at least would be very high on the list of people that Mar'i wanted to feel between her legs. Alas, tonight, she had other things in mind. Still...it didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy them both for a time, now could it? Leaning in, she allowed her nose and lips to trace over the redheads shoulder and throat, even as she turned around slowly to press her back against the slightly taller male, her curvaceous, firm backside pressing against the outline of his already stiff cock...which Mar'i then ground against up-and-down, just to tease him. She could feel his hands wrap around her waist eagerly as he pressed forwards against her, his hands playing along her stomach and sending tingles of <em>want</em> through her system.<br><br>Though she had her heart - and loins - set on Artemis, she had to admit that being sandwiched between this young man and his hot young squeeze was certainly a turn on, especially in her already adrenaline-and-lust-filled state. She'd have to see if she could find these two at a club again some time, after that night; it would be a fun evening, that would be for certain. Even as she thought that, she lifted her head to look for Arty, to see if she was watching...and the young woman in front of her took that as her cue. Leaning in, Mar'i felt soft, hot breath against her throat...and then she felt the young ladies lips seal around her throat tightly. She gasped softly, her knees almost buckling at the surprise, but she managed to turn it into a particularly firm grind before either of the two noticed. She tilted her head back to rest against the males shoulder as her eyes momentarily slipped close. Mmm...even if Artemis didn't quite work out, she'd circle back and find those two. Of course...she was still hoping that Artemis would come and extradite her from this delightful sandwich, if only temporarily; too much longer, and she might end up pinning one of those two against the wall and ravaging them publicly. And that was a pleasure she wanted to bestow upon <em>Artemis,</em> if she was going to do it for anybody. The only thing left to do was hope that Artemis got jealous enough to pull her out again, because there was no way she was leaving that delectable little group of her own volition, even if she felt the desire to. It was just too good to pass up...<em>So, Arty,</em> she thought, <em>...come and retrieve the filling of this sandwich, and quickly, if you want to sample it yourself...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 05:43:04</strong>
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				((I have a question for you Tanner.&nbsp; Ever play Assassin's Creed?&nbsp; ;D&nbsp; You'll get the idea soon enough.&nbsp; &nbsp;&gt;:)))<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:17, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, dance club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><strong>Club music:</strong>&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rave party</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7vRbvXcjcU</div></div><br>Just when she was starting to get into the kiss, the sultry temptress in her arms pulled away, leaving Artemis hot in the face and wanting more, a rare thing for her given the fact it was true about how easy it was for her to snag a willing partner for the night.&nbsp; The problem with that is that she didn't date civilians anymore, not after the last three refusals once things had gotten heated, yet something was different about this particular person.&nbsp; The way she'd handled herself assured the archer that while she might not be a vigilante, (a fact she'd learn to the contrary later,) she didn't seem shy about getting her hands dirty if it was required of her, which meant she'd seen enough fights in her time to be comfortable in such situations.&nbsp; And as shy as she was about revealing more than she had already, Artemis had all but forgotten about her usual hangups as she gave chase once more, a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head the only signs to her brief annoyance tinged with intense excitement.&nbsp; This was indeed turning out to be quite the night, and nothing more than a few kisses and heavy pets had been passed between them so far.&nbsp; That said, her patience, limited as it was on a good day, was starting to wear thin, but it was probably just as well that Mary sashayed away with that alluring sway in her step because removing her gray shirt might have killed Artemis's mood pretty quick.&nbsp; As aroused and turned on as she was, making a public display wasn't quite what she wanted to do, scars or no scars to further hold her up.&nbsp; Thankfully Mary restrained herself and ran off, forcing Artemis to chase after her once more, which again was just as well despite the fact she was just delaying the inevitable at this point.<br><br>Despite the fact she had to go after Mary, again, Artemis was still somewhat shaken up by that kiss she had instigated in the first place.&nbsp; Few people had given her that amount of raw lust and passion, so it had understandably left the archer a little bemused and pleasantly light headed really.&nbsp; So in a way, this little impromptu hunt through the crowd of revelers was giving her a chance to clear her head before she did something stupid, or really, really fun, depending on her mindset at any given moment.&nbsp; But for now, Artemis continued her graceful walk through the dense dance floor, stopping once more when her gray eyes caught sight of Mary getting mixed up with another guy, who under other circumstances, the archer herself might have considered trying her luck with, but it was the redhead that gave her pause more than anything since for just a moment, she reminded her of Megan.&nbsp; Right up until she ran her hands along Mary's body, shattering the illusion pretty quick because unless the martian had gotten much more adventurous since the last time she'd seen her that very evening, there was no way the shy, innocent, some could argue sickeningly sweet shapeshifter would ever put her hands on another person with anything close to what this particular redhead was doing.&nbsp; But as before, Artemis shook off her distracting thoughts and smiled, coming up with another idea altogether as she took the 'long' way around, circumventing Mary's line of sight by seemingly disappearing altogether.&nbsp; So one moment, Artemis was within sight of the Tamaranean half breed, the next when someone passed in front of her, the archer had vanished.<br><br>In reality she had simply stepped into a dense cluster of people, concealing herself with ease as she kept her gaze on the raven haired woman through the undulating masses around her.&nbsp; Even with a long tail of blonde hair as long as hers, it was a simple matter to keep herself on the edges of Mary's vision, although it became quickly apparent that what she had had in mind wouldn't have worked judging by the way Mary was enraptured with the two dancers pressing in on her.&nbsp; With a raise of her eyebrow, Artemis huffed, having hoped to tease and stalk about the edge of the girl's vision, but that plan went to Hell in a handbasket about as quickly as she conceived it.&nbsp; <em>This girl is really getting to me if I can't even come up with a good comeback.</em>&nbsp; Artemis mentally berated herself, feeling a little idiotic for not having done this sooner instead of forcing that kiss earlier.&nbsp; Then the redhead bent down and started nibbling along Mary's neck, and Artemis's thought process derailed completely.&nbsp; Something about the sight both thrilled her and annoyed her to no end as she stalked back into sight, not about to be left out of that particular 'sandwich'.&nbsp; Despite the man's similarity to the drunken morons they had beat down together, this guy didn't seem like he was three sheets to the wind, and he was far more handsome in Artemis's opinion, which made her next move all that easier as she soon stood before them.&nbsp; <strong>"Mind if I cut in?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, her gaze on the man behind Mary, who only raised his eyebrows before taking a step back, not about to argue with having three women to entertain at once.&nbsp; <strong>"Thanks."</strong>&nbsp; She replied, before wrapping her hands around Mary's waist once more, meeting the girl's gaze with a mischievous one of her own as the redhead caught up with what had just happened.<br><br>Artemis didn't disappoint as she swayed in time with the group, her breath tickling one side of Mary's neck, her breasts pressed firmly against her back.&nbsp; <strong>"Still having fun?"</strong>&nbsp; Artemis whispered into her ear, making it a point to let one hand stray down to her leather pants, just shy of cupping her crotch, the woman in front of her ensuring her hand couldn't go anywhere without both of them noticing given their close proximity to each other as Artemis bump and ground her own ass against the guy behind her, more than a little amazed by how hard he had gotten in such a short amount of time.&nbsp; Any bigger and he might have put Jason to shame, but that was a thought for another time as Artemis nipped at Mary's ear once more, hoping to get the same or a similar reaction as last time before extraditing herself from between the group.&nbsp; The gleam in the archer's gray eyes said one thing alone.&nbsp; <em>Your move.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 19:09:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:15, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, flashy nightclub<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i is surprised when Artemis slips in behind her, and is barely able to control her lust and desire as her weak-spot - her ear - is attacked. She manages to resist jumping on top of Artemis, however, by turning and making out/groping the redhead brazenly before leaving the pair and disappearing back into the crowd. She leads Artemis to the edge of the dancefloor where she leans against a pillar and, as seductively as possible, beckons for Artemis to join her...<br><hr><hr><br>Of course, the problem with losing herself in the excitement of being part of a "Mar'i Sandwich" was that she also lost track of Artemis, who - she had temporarily forgotten - she was supposed to be fleeing from and teasing. Now, of course, apparently forgetting her was also a good tease, but Mar'i wasn't even going to pretend that that was the intention of her distraction. The problem was, of course, that the male behind her was especially handsome in his own way and certainly knew how to use his hands to tease her flesh, and the woman in front of her - as well as being hot - definitely was no stranger to playing with other females, if the way she used her lips on her tender throat was any indication. Her eyes slipped closed as she began to lose herself in the beat of the music, her body pressed back against her male partner more earnestly as they danced and swayed, the redheads teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh of her throat...moving up to her neck...along her jawline...moving to hover over her lips...and then back down to the other side of her throat, much to Mar'i's mixed excitement and annoyance. Apparently, she'd had the misfortune - or fortune, depending on how you looked at it - to find herself sandwiched between two very experienced clubgoers, who had likely picked up people more than once before. Fortunately, that did mean that they were likely experienced lovers...unfortunately, that meant that Mar'i would have to turn down a night with them that night, since she still - despite her lapse into lust for the pair of them - wanted Artemis all to herself. <br><br>Thankfully, Artemis was not too far behind Mar'i; though she'd not noticed her presence before - as caught up as she was between the two erotic dancers, her eyes forcibly lidded shut due to the presence of a pair of hot, soft lips on her throat - Artemis announced her presence in possibly the best way that she could, at least from Mar'i's perspective. She felt the male behind her suddenly pull away - which surprised her more than a little, due to how much enjoyment he had apparently been getting from being able to grind against and grope her soft, supple form - and was about to turn around to investigate (though she had some difficulty in pulling away from the redheads insistently sucking lips) when she felt a new, more familiar presence at her back. Long, slender legs...toned stomach...full, plush breasts, and hot, excited, uneven breath tickling her neck...firm, authoritative hands that slipped around her waist, one of them resting on her stomach and the other dragging down between Mar'i's legs, making her almost whimper with the sudden shot of quivering need that she felt...yes, Artemis had found her, and decided to get involved. She didn't even need to look to know that it was the blonde beauty behind her who spoke in her ear, her breath tickling at Mar'i's heated, excited flesh. She still turned her head, however, to give Arty a sly, flirtatious grin as she pressed back <em>hard</em> against her, her own hand moving behind her slowly to run over Arty's waist and cup her backside, pulling her as close as she could. She fluttered her eyelashes, but just as she was about to respond to her teasing remark, Arty leaned in and caught her ear between her teeth, forcing whatever Mar'i was about to say to morph into a soft, strained moan that echoed into Arty's ear. She pressed her hips forwards into Arty's hand and the redheads own undulating crotch teasingly in response, as if trying to press Artemis's hand <em>through</em> the tight leather pants that were clinging to her lower body, her breath catching in her throat as her fingers dug into Art's jeans-clad backside firmly. <br><br>Mar'i was breathless and her body was filling quickly with all kinds of feelings of lust and desire, her head flooded with erotic, naughty fantasies that primarily revolved around Artemis and her not having very many clothes on, if any at all. She wanted to just drag Arty off to some dark corner of the club and ravish her there and then - possibly returning to retrieve these other two dancers to help with rounds two through to twelve - but no...no, that would be giving in way too easily! The game hadn't finished yet, and Mar'i was not about to be the one who ended it and admitted defeat. Her little hunter could follow her some more, surely, and provide them with a further reason to play the game, right? She could stalk some more, if she truly wanted it...if her current actions and her previous attempt at a steamy kiss were any indications, she was close to breaking and just asking for them to go "elsewhere," and Mar'i - call her selfish if you want - just wanted to hear her blonde date beg for an escalation in their contact. Mar'i would give it to her, of course, but Mar'i loved this feeling of power and authority and she wasn't about to give it up by being the first to admit that she <em>needed</em> Arty to touch her, even though she did. With that in mind, she forced her mind out of the haze of lust - promising it that it would be worth it if she could just think straight for a moment, despite the presence of teeth on her most sensitive areas - and turned, even as Arty slipped out of the group to stand a little way away, looking at Mar'i with what seemed to be a challenge. As much as Mar'i wanted to just pounce on Arty right there and then...she had a better idea that didn't result in her "Losing." Turning her head away from Arty - though she still shuddered just a little from the intensity of the challenge in Arty's eyes - she reached up and pulled the redhead away from her throat, instead capturing her lips in a heated, passionate, fiery kiss. <br><br>She pressed her lips against the young woman passionately, making a show of sending her tongue to wrestle with the other womans, one hand moving to openly grope the redheads chest in full view of Artemis. She felt the redheads hands move to her own backside, but it was too late; after a soft, strained moan into the womans throat, she reluctantly fought back her almost all-consuming desire and pulled away, slipping out of the womans grasp - much to her surprise and apparent dismay - and out from between the two dancers. She looked past the pair at Artemis, bit her lower lip obviously and seductively as she gazed at her from under her eyelashes...and then slipped back into the crowd, momentarily disappearing from sight, though she made herself obvious a moment later, just for Arty; she wanted to be followed, not to get away, after all! She slipped through the crowd, gliding past couples and singles and groups with apparent disinterest, every so often throwing a coquettish glance backwards to see if Arty was following...regardless of whether she was or not, she continued on her path, weaving in and out of the wild revellers glorying in the strobing, flashing lights and pounding music that seemed to thrum in time with her own rapid, loud, thumping blood that hummed in her ears with a barely suppressed want and need...she didn't join any of the dancers that time, oh no; she had a specific destination in mind, and if Artemis was paying attention, she might have noticed that despite the winding path, Mar'i was headed decidedly for the edge of the dance floor...which she inevitably reached. She slipped out of the growing crowd of dancers on the far end to where they started and stepped down from the raised platform, making a beeline for a nearby support pillar, the nearest face of which was empty. The other sides had partiers leaning on it as they drank and chatted, but the side facing the dance floor was - thankfully - empty. <br><br>As she reached the pillar, she turned and leaned back on it making sure to extend her legs forwards a little so that all of her weight was now leaning against the pillar, her hair falling in slightly messy curls about her face and shoulders, her toned stomach pulled tight and her back arched just a little to show off her generous cleavage in her sheer-cut top. Her legs crossed ever so slightly as they dipped in front of her and, as she saw Artemis emerge from the crowd, she slipped her left hand up her leg slowly - teasingly caressing the smooth, graceful curve of her thigh and waist - then over her stomach, between her breasts and through her hair before coming to rest behind her head, elbow extended out to her side and pointed upwards in as seductive a pose as she could manage whilst leaning against the pillar. She bit her lip suggestively, then extended her right arm lazily and languidly towards where Artemis was standing, turning her hand so that the palm was facing upwards, gently crooking her finger towards herself, gesturing for Artemis to approach. She chewed on her bottom lip slowly and obviously as she gazed at Artemis in barely disguised desire and heated lust, her hips cocked and her chest pressed out and her lips finally sick of waiting for Artemis's kiss. The hunter deserved a prize, after all, for being so persistent...and Mar'i was finally inclined to let her have just what she was obviously desperate for; <em>her.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>16-12-2015, 06:00:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:19, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, dance club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>As thrilling as it was to be pressed against Mar'i and her two partners, let alone hearing that excited, strained moan as her hand and mouth made her so obviously weak in the knees, Artemis wasn't quite ready to go all the way right there on the dance floor.&nbsp; So she had pulled away as much for her own sanity as much for her personal comfort about being so exposed.&nbsp; But no sooner had she done so did Mar'i return the favor in their little game by pulling the redhead into a heated, full on kiss that immediately made the archer jealous and weak in the knees herself, a feeling she was coming to realize she enjoyed even as it left her frustrated and unfulfilled, unsatisfied.&nbsp; Mar'i definitively had the upper hand here, and she wasn't so proud or egotistical that she couldn't admit it.&nbsp; Not that she'd do so then and there, but she didn't have to because just when she thought she couldn't sit back and watch anymore, the increasingly sexy woman sashayed away, beckoning Artemis to follow.&nbsp; She didn't need to be asked twice.<br><br>If she thought she'd beg for this to become something far more intimate however, Mary had another thing coking.&nbsp; At least that's what Artemis told herself as she followed after the girl, having already guessed they were nearing the end of their game, and she wasn't disappointed when she saw where her 'prey' was going.&nbsp; The edge of the dance floor was just as packed as the floor itself, but there was one spot that was blessedly bare, until Mary put her back to the pillar and beckoned Artemis in with her sultry figure and a smile.&nbsp; Artemis had to take a breath as she deliberately slowed down her graceful stride, wanting to drink in the sight before her, to engrave it in her memory, and to give her racing heart a chance to slow down as desire and raw lust battled for control of her rational mind.&nbsp; A battle she was losing, or winning, depending on one's perspective as she finally closed the distance between them, her lips just stopping shy of melding to Mary's own, drawing out the moment just a little longer before finally surrendering.<br><br>Her tongue was already shooting out of Artemis's mouth, hungrily seeking entrance into Mary's own as her hands plastered themselves to the woman's sides before her left slowly found its way up and under her top at last, getting a handful of her breast, her thumb and forefinger lightly squeezing the nipple she found there.&nbsp; She didn't linger on Mary's lips for long though, and pulled her hands away only to pin her up against the pillar by her shoulders.&nbsp; Artemis met Mary's gaze and licked her lips before leaving a kiss on the bottom of her chin, her collarbone, lower still as she left a teasing lick between her breasts before nudging the top of her shirt up with her nose only to leave a hot, smoldering smooch on her belly button in one graceful squat down before working her way back up until their foreheads were touching again, her face flushed and her gray eyes clouded with lust despite the fact that little trail of kisses and licks had been to rev up Mary instead of herself.&nbsp; <strong>"Tie?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, not about to admit defeat, but whatever Mary's response, Artemis would take a step back, letting her hands fall to her sides once more.&nbsp; <strong>"Please tell me your apartment isn't far from here."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>16-12-2015, 15:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:25, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, flashy nightclub<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i's body heats up under Artemis's ministrations, but Mar'i doesn't give up; turning, she pins Artemis up against the pillar and proceeds to kiss her breathless, even going so far as to slip her hand under her top, where she makes an interesting discovery...<br><hr><hr><br>Mar'i wasn't disappointed in the slightest by the reaction that she managed to elicit from her mysterious blonde date, allowing herself a small, sultry smile as she saw Artemis visibly slow down when she caught sight of her. They looked at each other for a long moment, their eyes meeting across the small space between them and Mar'i knew exactly what Artemis was thinking....primarily because she was thinking the exact same thing; no more games. They wanted each other, and any more playing coy would likely drive one of them insane. Sure enough, the moment was soon gone and Artemis was closing the gap between them with the hasty grace of a Hunter about to catch her quarry for the last time, closing in with the determination and eagerness of somebody who knew that the night was soon going to take on a more "private" nature. The blonde arrived in front of Mar'i, pressing her body up against her firmly, chest pressed against chest, legs positioned between legs, hands drifting to her curved sides, breath playing hot across cheek and lips, forehead resting idly against forehead as they gazed into each others eyes for another long moment. Mar'i's hands slid around Artemis's waist, her breathing already uneven, her body already feeling flushed at the sudden contact and the feeling of now being pinned up against the wall by Artemis's delightful frame...and then the kiss. Oh, that searing, burning kiss! She opened her mouth happily, eagerly allowing Artemis's tongue to invade her mouth and wrestle with her tongue, twisting her own tongue around and caressing the visitor sensuously even as her hands slipped down to cup Artemis's firm, smooth backside roughly, pulling her hips closer towards Mar'i's own. She felt Artemis's hand slide beneath her top, just like she'd been wanting it to for what felt like hours, even though it had barely been thirty minutes. <br><br>She arched her back a little and gasped as she felt Artemis <em>finally</em> place that soft, strong hand on her chest, but that gasp turned into a low, strained moan as she felt her nipple being tweaked roughly. Her insides quivered a little at the contact, then almost rebelled in yearning as she felt that hand being taken away and slipped out of her top. She needn't have worried, however, as Artemis apparently had something far more interesting planned; her head tilted almost obediently as Artemis began her hot, steamy trail down Mar'i's body, every nerve she passed reacting acutely to the smouldering, lingering contact. She shivered and moaned at every soft pass, her hands willingly leaving their place on Artemis's backside to rest in her hair, encouraging her to continue her searing touches. She arched a little more towards Arty, almost moaning out her name right there and then as she felt those soft, plush lips pressing against her belly button, setting her entire stomach on fire with the contact. She ached to push Arty down further, to encourage her to just take her pants off and kiss the one part of her that needed that affection more than any other area regardless of who was watching, but she managed to restrain herself long enough for Arty to slide her way back up. Mar'i's body shivered and pressed against Artemis's more firmly, but alas, Artemis had a different idea and somehow managed to step backwards, leaving Mar'i without the hot, steamy contact she had been enjoying. Her nerves cried out in protest, urging Mar'i to hurry up and whisk the blonde goddess away and into her bed for a night of non-stop touches and kisses and more, but Mar'i restrained herself; she was ok with a tie, at that point - she could work with that - but this? This felt too much like <em>losing,</em> hurriedly urging Arty out the door, as if it was losing by implication. And she didn't want to leave it that cut and dry for the gorgeous young hunter.<br><br>So instead of grabbing Arty by the hand and yanking her towards the door like she wanted to, she instead stepped forwards, gripped Arty by the waist and span, using a portion of her considerable strength to push Arty up against the pillar that Mar'i herself had been leaning against until a few moments ago. She pressed herself against Artemis, tighter and more closely than Arty had come, her breasts almost flat against the human woman with how closely they were pressed. Her breath, hot and heavy, danced across Artemis's cheeks and lips, one of Mar'i's hands slipping beneath Artemis's shirt to trace along her smooth, perfect waist. She leaned in and pressed her lips against Arty's ear, half-kissing and half brushing it teasingly, but with a hint of a note of desperation as well. "It isn't..." she whispered heatedly, letting her soft lips play across Arty's flesh as they moved in speech, "...it's the perfect place...for a tie breaker..." She giggled softly and musically into Arty's ear, the hand on her waist slipped down, sliding inside the skintight jeans to become wedged firmly between clothing and the smooth, supple flesh of Arty's backside. She gave it a firm slow squeeze. "Mmm..." she hummed softly in Arty's ear, before moving her lips and capturing Arty's mouth in a searing, face-melting kiss as she took her turn in charge; it was her turn to take control and be the invader, and she did so with gusto, her tongue forcing its way into Arty's mouth to return the assault from earlier with gusto. Her free hand slipped under Arty's shirt, mirroring Artemis's own actions only moments before, sliding up her side and stomach, fingers delighting in the warm, hot, enticingly soft skin of her blonde soon-to-be-lover...and then her fingers traced over something that made her pause, if only for a second or so.<br><br>A raised, ridged section of skin, rough to the touch and extending from her upper ribs to - from what Mar'i could feel by following it delicately - her mid stomach. She caressed it curiously, gently, as she realised what it was; it was a scar, and a fairly large one at that, and from what her other fingers could feel as they spread out around it, it wasn't the only one. She pulled away ever so slightly, frowning at Arty...though not out of disgust; she understood picking up knocks and scrapes, and everybody had scars - whether emotional or physical - that they kept hidden from the rest of the world. Mar'i didn't care about some scars - they just went to show that Arty was more than she initially appeared to be, and just made Mar'i more curious about this mysterious blonde bombshell who had walked into her life and cheered her up (if only temporarily) on possibly one of the worst downswings she'd ever had - so the frown wasn't born of disgust or repulsion...it was more concern, than anything else. Maybe Arty needed some affection too, just as much as Mar'i did...and in that case, Mar'i was happy to give it to her. Her hand splayed out slightly, running back along the scar - as if trying to show Arty that it didn't bother her - as her face softened from a confused, concerned frown into a gentle, tender smile. <br><br>Leaning in, she brushed her lips across Arty's mouth, then slipped her lips down towards her throat sealing her mouth around the flesh in the crook of Artemis's neck, beginning to gently kiss and suck and nibble at it even as her hand slowly left the scar and drifted up on its original path, eventually coming to rest over Artemis's bra-clad chest. She cupped it as best as she was able - though the bra was now obviously a sports one, it couldn't hide the fact that Arty had a rather generous bust - and squeezed it slowly, her fingers pulling down the fabric of the cup just enough for the nipple to spring free. She caught it in her finger and thumb and began to roll and play with it slowly, even as she pressed her body more firmly against her, pinning Artemis to the wall as best as she was able. Her lips left Arty's throat after a few moments, and returned to her lips in a more tender-yet-still-passionate kiss...though, of course, her tongue still played across Arty's lips seductively, teasingly, as if promising another invasion some time soon. She wanted, no, needed to get back to her apartment soon, with Arty in tow...but she could waste another half hour or so on just kissing her against the wall, easily. There was no rush, after all...no sense in hastening the end of their time together. She was in no rush...and she intended to enjoy Artemis for as long as she could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-12-2015, 05:11:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:29, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2014&nbsp; (Oops lol.)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, dance club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>Those delightful, heated moans her trail of kisses, as well as her hands under her top, had made Artemis's gray eyes gleam in the darkened corner of the dance club, her own body's desires and needs pulsing in time with Mar'i's heated breaths.&nbsp; She was almost as turned on as she was at that point, and as much as she had wanted her to drag her out the door and to her bike, Artemis had the feeling the raven haired woman wouldn't make it so easy.&nbsp; Not that she wanted it that easy, nor expected it by this point anyway after how long she had had to 'chase' the woman in front of her, but if she had to wait much longer, she might have very well ripped open the woman's top then and there before working her way down 'south' to finish what she'd started, just as Mary likely wanted her to by now.&nbsp; That said, teasing her so thoroughly in her own way was its own reward in Artemis's opinion.&nbsp; As for 'winning or losing', Artemis honestly didn't care either way at this point, but she had wanted to ask anyway, just to see what Mary would say to the question, or react to it if she wasn't able to talk persay.&nbsp; And after that heated, very heated kiss between them, the archer knew she had been a bit tongue tied herself, so she wouldn't have blamed her for feeling the same way as she stood to her feet and backed away, only for something quite pleasant to happen almost immediately afterwards.&nbsp; Apparently Mary didn't want to 'lose' or admit defeat either, from the way she pinned her up against the pillar.&nbsp; Artemis found she didn't mind in the slightest.<br><br><strong>"G-good to know."</strong>&nbsp; She panted out, hot, flushed, and more than happy to 'lose' if it meant she'd get some much needed relief.&nbsp; The archer tensed up a little though when Mary's hands started to explore underneath her gray shirt, even as her kisses and gentle if heated brushes across her flesh had her nerves singing in joy.&nbsp; She knew this had been what they'd been working towards, but she couldn't help it, it was one of her few hangups that persisted to this day, especially after so many refusals in the past, so many pitying or disgusted looks from those that weren't in the superhero gig.&nbsp; If she'd been looking into her eyes, Mary would have seen the fear of rejection plain as day in her gray orbs, but it disappeared when she felt the woman's fingers tenderly trace the rest of the first of the scars she found, sending a shiver down her spine that could have put all of their previous teasing and caresses to shame.&nbsp; Few people actually found her collection of childhood memories something to touch and tease and caress, making it a point to avoid them for some reason, the few that went that far that didn't number among her friends anyway, so Mary's accepting them was its own turn on, let alone anything else she was currently doing.&nbsp; The shift from passionate to tender was a welcome change, and Artemis did her best to convey her thanks for Mary catching on to the fact that she was just as fragile in her own way despite the confident aura she'd been oozing all night.&nbsp; That said, her own hands were far from idle as she cupped Mary's back end, squeezing her ass and rubbing the cheeks through her pants while Mary was busy elsewhere.<br><br>A sharp gasp escaped her when Mary started playing with her breasts in a far more direct manner, her lips at her mouth and neck driving her insane in their own ways, but Artemis was more than willing to lose herself in the moment now that the worse was over.&nbsp; Her right hand went up to the ties holding Mary's top together, but again she didn't undo them, instead simply caressing her back, entangling her fingers in the woman's long, raven locks and pulling her deeper into her mouth at the same time.&nbsp; Breaking off the kiss, albeit with a lot of reluctance, Artemis offered Mary a grateful, genuine smile for not running away on her before bending down to suck on her ear one last time.&nbsp; Leaving the lobe slick with her saliva, Artemis slowly pulled away, having waited long enough to take this to a much more private setting, but not before whispering something into the woman's ear.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you....for not running off on me."</strong>&nbsp; Having revealed just how much her scars hung her up, or so she hoped she'd get the hidden message anyway, Artemis would start for the door, having to make a conscious effort not to break out into a full tilt run, her hand wrapped firmly around Mary's own the whole way to the coat closet and the man working the counter.&nbsp; She reluctantly let Mary's hand free from her grasp to put on her coat before heading outside into the frigid night air and made a beeline for her Ducati.&nbsp; She stopped though and looked over her shoulder, a smirk dancing across her face as she stepped aside from the driver's seat, an idea having come to mind that would make getting to her apartment that much simpler, provided she got the right answer.&nbsp; <strong>"Ever drive a bike before?"</strong>&nbsp; If Mary hadn't, Artemis would make it a point to teach her sometime, but if she had, and she did alright behind the controls, she'd let the woman drive them back to her place, where they'd continue where they had left off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>18-12-2015, 11:57:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:30, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, flashy nightclub<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i follows Artemis outside and makes the embarrassing admission that she's never driven a bike before, secretly wondering whether she'd even be able to, given her inexperience with vehicles.<br><hr><hr><br>Despite what seemed like initial hesitation from Artemis when Mar'i slipped her hand across her scars - she had felt her freeze up a little, as if in terror or anxiety, so the scars were evidently points of some sensitivity for her - whatever doubts or hangups she appeared to have quickly disappeared as Mar'i continued to stroke them and kiss her, the blondes body slowly relaxing again and becoming the soft, supple form she had come to desire in a far more intimate way rather than the rigid, frozen-in-place solidity that it had gained. She moaned a little into Artemis as she felt her hands squeezing against Mar'i's backside, her hips urging forwards a little in response to the touch, desperate to feel itself grinding closer, wanting to feel as much of her against Artemis as possible...they'd played the game, they'd had the chase and she'd shown Artemis that she wasn't so easy to corner...that she wasn't one to just lie back and allow her the Dominant position without at least some kind of a fight....and now, all she wanted to do was push her down on the ground and ravage her right there and then, and to hell with who was watching; she would likely not feel that exact way afterwards, but at that moment the adrenaline and the lust for the gorgeous blonde and the lonely <em>need</em> for company that night were mixing into a heady concoction that was hard to think through, difficult to penetrate with her rational mind even if she wanted to. She shivered a little as Artemis pulled against her ear again, visibly trembling from the contact with her weak spot, lances of heated, excited pleasure lancing through her head at the feeling of Artemis's teeth grazing her skin. She swallowed a little in order to order her thoughts a little, but it didn't work; she only had to look into Artemis's eyes to know that she, too, had had enough of the games and the teasing and the chasing and just wanted to get back into private. And Mar'i was more than willing to go with her.<br><br>Although, her whispered gratitude did serve to momentarily confuse Mar'i; did people run away from Artemis often enough for her refusal to do so to deserve a thank you? She knew that humans could be a little squeamish when it came to physical marks and trauma like scars and could definitely feel uncomfortable or uncertain as to what to do with them, so she could understand avoiding them - which she'd imagine just made Artemis more conscious about them, and not in the good way - but running away altogether? Why would anybody flee from a night with that blonde goddess who was even then pulling her by her hand towards the exit of the club? Surely anybody, male or female, would be lucky to have the attentions of such a beautiful young lady? Why would they throw it away over some imperfections on the skin? Literally everybody has scars of some description, so why should people get uncomfortable around visible ones? Honestly, it's the invisible ones that you should worry about the most...she'd never get humans, even having been raised amongst them. A hot blonde bombshell is willingly shoving her tongue down your mouth...she has a few scars from previous experiences and that makes you flee the scene altogether? What kind of moron did that? Honestly, some people. As it was, Mar'i couldn't get her coat from the cloak room quickly enough, reluctantly slipping her hand out of Artemis's grasp to hand over her ticket and collect her coat, pulling it on hurriedly; if they were going to take Artemis's bike, she'd need to appear normal by wearing her jacket, and besides...how else was she going to carry it? She pulled it on and then quickly grabbed Artemis's hand again, following her outside eagerly. The cold night air hit her like a freight train after the heat and sweat of the inside of the club, but she didn't slow down one bit. She flashed a smile to the large bouncer from before, paired with a wink, before turning and following after Artemis as she arrived at her bike.<br><br>And then...she froze, though only momentarily; Artemis was asking her if she could ride a motorcycle...and there was only one reason she would ask her that; she was, by implication, suggesting that the answer would determine whether or not Artemis offered to let her ride her Ducati, of all things! It was a lovely bike, and Mar'i - if she was honest - would have loved to drive it herself, to feel that power and control over it that Artemis did, but alas...she couldn't in good faith accept such an offer; whilst she had ridden the front of a couple of motorcycles in her time, they were both when she was a child and her father and grandfather had actually been behind her, guiding her hands on the controls; she hadn't driven a motorcycle in any sense of the word in about a decade, ever since she learned that she could fly. Why would she drive around on the roads when she could fly through the air, completely free and faster than any ordinary human transport, able to look down at everything and feel larger and more important as you surveyed the tiny little lives scurrying around beneath you? She had flown everywhere for about six months after doing it for the first time, and had never seen fit to learn how to drive afterwards. That was apparently coming back to bite her in the ass. She looked at Artemis sheepishly and shook her head, blushing slightly. "U-um...no...I mean...I've ridden a bike before, but I've never driven one..." Besides, she'd be too terrified to touch the controls of such a powerful, beautiful bike; what if she tried to turn a corner too fast and fell off and left scratches on the bike, or what if a driver pulled out in front of her and they crashed?! she would be mortified at having damaged the bike so. No...perhaps it was best that her inexperience didn't put the bike in danger. For one thing, she doubted that Artemis's desire for her wouldn't survive a totalled Ducati. Call it a hunch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-12-2015, 05:26:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:32, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2014<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, dance club, heading to Mar'i's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>As hard as it was for Artemis to stop their fun in the club, she was grateful Mar'i picked up on her desire to leave and head to her apartment at long last, the chase, the teasing, the groping, and the adrenaline and lust having done quite a lot to get the archer ready for what came next.&nbsp; She needed this night almost as much as Mar'i did, and she was happy to provide what the raven haired woman so obviously craved, especially since said raven haired beauty hadn't shied away or given her a look of disgust when she'd come across the scars in the middle of their sensual caressing and groping.&nbsp; If anything, Mar'i was more than happy to touch her <em>more</em>, an oddity in its own way, at least in the archer's mind, once she had discovered the upraised marks on Artemis's olive tanned skin, which had done wonders for her in its own way.&nbsp; But as for people outright fleeing from her, that had happened but not nearly as many times as Artemis might have made it sound during her whispered gratitude to Mar'i, but the point remained that it had occurred enough that it had left a lasting impression.&nbsp; So having her stick around truly was greatly appreciated for the archer, who, while she was used to people abandoning her for some reason or another, it never got any easier at the same time, if that made sense.&nbsp; Whatever, it didn't bear thinking about at that particular time as she led the way out of the club, a spring in her long stride as they headed for the door after collecting their respective jackets and putting them on.&nbsp; As for the cold, it was enough to give the archer pause as she took a moment to adjust to the temperature shift, but she was used to dealing with worse with far less, so it didn't bother her quite as much as it did the woman at her back.<br><br>She did pause though and regard Mary in curiosity when she stammered out she hadn't driven a bike before, but she shrugged it off and climbed aboard as she had before, not about to push the issue then and there.&nbsp; The fact she had made the offer at all was a bit out of character for her as it was, but Artemis had just been trying to be nice, and something about Mary when they had met at the bar said she needed the good memories more than she did.&nbsp; That said, it was probably just as well she refused Artemis's offer since she was kind of partial to her Ducati, and having it smashed along Gotham City was not how she wanted the night to end.&nbsp; Even so, the archer smirked over her shoulder as she settled behind the controls of her bike, having since slipped her helmet over her head and waited for Mary to get comfortable behind her.&nbsp; <strong>"Guess I'll just have something to look forward to then, if we make this a regular thing I mean."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis replied, giving Mary the unmistakable impression that she was willing to see her again if Mary wanted the same thing.&nbsp; For now though, she revved the engine of her Ducati before shooting off down the road.&nbsp; At the speed she was going, it wouldn't take long for them to arrive at Mary's apartment, where they'd have plenty of time to get to know each other quite....intimately.&nbsp; They first had to get there though, but Artemis's driving, as dangerous as it was at the speeds she was going, was as sure and confident as ever, and she once more proved her capability behind the 'wheel' as she zipped through traffic with the same ease as before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>20-12-2015, 19:40:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:32 ---&gt; 22:45, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Flashy Nightclub ---&gt; Mar'i's Apartment Building.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i guides Artemis back to her apartment building, but gets suddenly worried that its plain, average appearance will put off the interesting, flashy blonde. <br><hr><hr><br>Despite the slight embarrassment at having to turn down Artemis's generous offer - she doubted many people got offered the chance to ride her motorcycle, though that could just have been wishful thinking; for all Mar'i knew, Artemis made that same offer to every pretty girl she picked up at the club, though her fragile sense of confidence at that moment dictated that she reject it out of hand for her own peace of mind more than anything else - Mar'i wasted no time in slipping onto the bike behind Artemis, her arms once more falling into position around her "date's" waist, hands locking in front of her stomach and head leaning gently on Artemis's back. She couldn't afford to let her attention wander this time round; if they were going back to Mar'i's apartment, she would need to give Artemis some actual directions rather than staring into the sky and marvelling at the speeds with which the cars were hurtling by without being clipped or scratched by the passing bike. As delightful as the motorcycle ride was, she found that it took every ounce of willpower in her body to not slip one of her locked hands between Artemis's thighs or up towards her chest in excitement, knowing full well that distracting the driver was not a good idea...she wanted to touch and taste Artemis as soon as possible, and that meant making sure they got back to Mar'i's apartment in good time. They could have pulled over into a side street or a seedy motel or something, but honestly? Mar'i wanted to wake up in her own bed the next day; at least then the crushing sense of self loathing and humiliation as she woke to another empty bed would be somewhat durable thanks to being in her own home with access to her fridges comfort-shelf and the Daytime Satellite Channels. She'd thankfully managed to get a job where they were closed from the 23rd through to the 27th, so she had a few days to feel sorry for herself before she had to pep up again. Unfortunately, human anti-depressants didn't work effectively on her half-Tamaranean biology, or Mar'i would have been knocking them back like pez. <br><br>Still; that was not the time to think such bleak thoughts, and she forced herself to concentrate as the bike roared into life, her hands slipping down - despite her best efforts - to rest on Artemis's thighs. Well...she...could use them to give directions, right? The chances of being heard clearly over the roaring wind was unlikely, especially since the wind was blowing opposite them so was carrying his words away rather than towards, so she had to think of some way to say "left, right" or "Straight On" somehow, after all. Besides; hopefully it would help her control her more...base...thoughts until at least they got to her apartment corridor. After that, she couldn't make any promises in regards to restraint. All bets were off...and she felt like that was exactly what Artemis was hoping for. So, the first time they came up a street that Mar'i recognised, she suddenly squeezed and pulled Arty's right thigh, directing them right. At the next turning, she directed them left, then right...then came the straight ahead, which - unfortunately - meant no squeezes at all. She wouldn't want to confuse her after all! Mar'i loved every squeeze and grope that she got to give Artemis in the name of directions, but alas, eventually it had to come to an end; she patted Arty's thigh and gestured to her to slow down and stop by jerking her head towards the building after catching her eye, and they came to a stop just in front of her building. It was a fairly average middle-class Gotham apartment block - nothing fancy, but decent enough quality and affordable - with a small key-card protected foyer with stairs, elevators and a small room to collect the mailbox deliveries that were posted from outside. It didn't have a parking garage, unfortunately, but it did have 24/7 surveillance, a sturdy-looking bike rack under shelter and - thankfully - Mar'i had chosen to live in a nice area that had also mysteriously seen a dip in crime rates since she'd been living there; she didn't patrol any more, but she had to at least make her immediate area safer, after all. <br><br>Reluctantly slipping her hands away from Artemis's waist, she swung her legs off of the bike and gestured at the average-looking, sparsely ordained exterior of her apartment block. "So...this is me...ta-da!" she said, smiling sheepishly. It was a bit embarrassing to admit, honestly, but she couldn't afford any better on her current job as a waitress and she had no friends or family, so...beggars couldn't be choosers, now could they? Still she felt a sharp need to somehow impress Artemis; she had a flashy bike, nice, expensive clothes, knew bouncers at the doors of clubs...she was obviously at least relatively wealthy, and suddenly she was absurdly worried that for some reason Artemis would become disinterested in her based solely on where she lived. She swallowed a little - she didn't think she could handle that at that moment in time - and stepped forwards to help Artemis off of her bike, still smiling nervously. "It's...it's nicer inside, trust me!" She started walking backwards, pulling Arty along by her hands once she'd locked her bike up. Well...it was just as sparse inside her apartment, now she came to think of it. Why did she come back to her boring, stupid place? She suddenly got acutely worried. What if Artemis decided that she wasn't as interesting as she'd initially thought? If the self loathing tomorrow to waking up to an empty bed would be bad...just how bad would it be if she was ditched literally right outside her apartment? She chewed at her bottom lip nervously. That wouldn't be good, to say the least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 05:46:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:46, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2014<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Mar'i's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>As tempting as it might have been to pull over into a dark, cold alley, and relieve themselves quickly, Artemis wasn't about to do so.&nbsp; She didn't want to start taking her clothes off since one, it was too damn cold out to do anything of the sort, and two, she preferred the comfort of a warm bed and a roof over her head.&nbsp; Besides, she wasn't that kind of girl to just shuck her shirt and ravish her partner on whatever hard surface happened to be available, at least, not while they were outside and someone could walk by and see them anyway.&nbsp; Once they were in Mar'i's apartment though, she wouldn't have said no if she was pinned up against a wall before pushing the raven haired woman's head between her long, slender legs.&nbsp; Shaking her head just as a car horn blared on their right, Artemis adjusted their course so they weren't straying into oncoming traffic, and was about to ask for directions when Mary squeezed her thigh.&nbsp; She smirked and nodded, showing she had understood as she turned in the appropriate direction.&nbsp; So much for not being distracted by the beautiful woman pressing herself against her back, but Artemis only rolled her eyes and snorted in self deprecating humor at herself for being so taken in by her hot date.&nbsp; It wasn't her fault that Mary was so pleasing to the eye, and Artemis, despite her training and control on a good day, was only human, and it'd been a while since she'd had someone like her to share an evening with.<br><br>The ride was over far too quickly yet at the same time, it couldn't have come sooner as Artemis pulled up in front of the apartment building.&nbsp; She frowned a little when she saw there was no garage, but the cameras on every corner of the street were reassuring as she pulled her Ducati to the bike rack and kicked the brakes down with practiced ease before pulling the keys out of the ignition.&nbsp; It wasn't bad in her opinion, but Artemis had expected something a little more upscale considering her company.&nbsp; That said, she couldn't complain even if she wanted to since she still lived, willingly, with her mother, and besides, Artemis didn't really care where someone lived anyway.&nbsp; She was thankful for what she had, and didn't judge someone on their appearances or the size of their bank account like some people she could name.&nbsp; So when Mary gestured to the apartment, the gray eyed blonde nodded approvingly and waved her off when she started to apologize while trying to disguise the attempt of doing so.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey, I've seen a lot worse, hell, I used to <em>live</em> in a lot worse than this.&nbsp; I ain't about to judge Mary, so you don't have to try and impress me.&nbsp; I didn't come here for the real estate, well, not <em>that </em>real estate at least."</strong>&nbsp; She purred, smirking as her gray eyes swept over Mary's form before letting her lead the way into the building.&nbsp; But before she could turn to the door to swipe her keycard, Artemis put a hand on Mary's shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly, her hungry, lusty gleam disappearing from her gray eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"Relax, I came here for you, so just be yourself.&nbsp; I'm not one for games as I think you've figured out by now."</strong><br><br>While her words were meant to be reassuring, Artemis wasn't one for words alone, having always been action oriented.&nbsp; She proved that by pushing Mary against the door to the apartment building once she got it open, and kissed her deeply once more, her hands cupping the back of her neck and the small of Mary's back.&nbsp; Even with their coats in the way, it was hard not to notice the desperation and desire in the kiss, let alone how the archer moaned heavily into the raven haired woman's mouth as she slipped a knee between Mary's thighs just for a moment before pulling back to allow her to shut the door behind them.&nbsp; <strong>"After you, but I <em>really</em> hope your place isn't far."</strong>&nbsp; Because if it was, chances were they might not make it to her door before she started losing clothes right there in the foyer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 19:05:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:46, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar'i's Apartment Building.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i pulls Artemis into the elevator and pushes her against the back wall as she presses the button for her floor...and then she attacks Artemis's lips and body, unable to hold back the desire she has for her any longer, especially not after the searing kiss just moments before.<br><hr><hr><br>As silly as it may have sounded, Mar'i was actually <em>relieved</em> when Artemis assured her that she didn't care about the state of the building, or whether the apartment itself was nice. Oh, there was nothing wrong with the block or the apartment itself - it was just a little bland, since Mar'i hadn't bothered to decorate it with much in her past couple of months in this Universe; why decorate and spend money on fancy furniture when she didn't have anybody who would visit her to see it all in the first place? - but Mar'i knew that it was boring and average and - stupidly - always got self conscious about it when bringing people back to her place after a night of drinking and dancing. Still...she knew it was silly, she knew it was irrational and she knew that she should really be focusing on the important things right at that moment...she was about to take a beautiful, capable, mysteriously interesting woman back into her room for a night of fun and comfort and company, a woman who had intimated that perhaps she would not be adverse to doing a similar thing again in the future...she had had fun thus far that night, despite the rough start, and she was still on the high from the adrenaline of the fight, the rush of the bike rides and the thrum of the music and the heated dancing and the brazen kisses shared on the dancefloor. She was buzzing and full of energy and just needed to get rid of it all...preferably primarily between Artemis's legs and into her mouth, if she had any luck whatsoever. Apparently, Artemis had chosen the exact moment that thought ended to reassure Mar'i that that kind of "company" was indeed on the menu that night. Before Mar'i got a chance to react to Artemis's comforting remarks, she found herself turned and pinned against the exterior of the Foyer door, her lips automatically sealing around Artemis's mouth, her hands moving to hold her hips in place as she arched her back towards the mysterious blonde. She moaned a little into the sudden kiss, her body already being set alight, her legs spreading just a little in response to the pressure from Artemis's knee, her hands itching to start pulling at clothing...<br><br>...but the moment soon passed - even though the fires in the pit of Mar'i's stomach didn't - as Artemis suddenly pulled away and Mar'i realised that they had somehow ended up on the inside of the Foyer doors. Had Artemis pulled them inside, or had Mar'i? She didn't remember, and she didn't care. She smiled a little breathlessly at Artemis, having not expected the kiss, her face flushed and her breathing a little uneven. Her hands still rested on Artemis's waist, but they quickly moved to catch both of Artemis's hands as Mar'i stepped away, backwards towards the elevator. It looked like it was in the foyer - thankfully - and she didn't fancy climbing the stairs to her apartment; the building was about ten stories tall, Mar'i's apartment being on the top floor - no penthouse for a building of that size or class, unfortunately, just a last pair of apartments opposite each other before reaching the roof, which Mar'i liked to use for take-offs during her occasional late-night head-clearing flights&nbsp; - and she didn't fancy climbing that many stairs. Besides...the elevator offered a...unique...possibility. "Tenth Floor," she whispered huskily, her lips pulling into a darkly teasing smile, "But we can take the elevator...I'm sure we can find a way to amuse ourselves while we ride..." She winked, then, and pulled Artemis towards the silver doors of the lift. <br><br>She pushed the "open" button then pulled Artemis inside once the doors rattled out of the way, turning as she did so to push Artemis gently but firmly further into the lift. She didn't use much of her strength, but enough to make it almost impossible to resist the steps backwards that it would take to get to the back of the elevator. Mar'i hammered the "10" button, silently willing the doors to close faster and, as soon as they did indeed come to a slow stop, the elevator didn't even have time to begin moving before Mar'i had practically leapt across the elevator and fastened her lips to Artemis's mouth, kissing her savagely as her hands began to wander up and down the blondes wonderful body. That previous kiss had reignited the passionate lust that Mar'i had felt for Artemis pretty much as soon as they hit the club, and it had built over the night to the point where Mar'i didn't particularly want to fight down her natural urges any more. Her hands played along Artemis's skin as they slipped beneath her shirt again, her tongue teased at Artemis's lips, her thigh pressed slowly between Artemis's legs as she tried to make Arty as breathless as she had made Mar'i just moments ago...they needed to get to Mar'i's apartment and soon...or they might well end up just fucking on the floor of the elevator. And honestly, at that point in time? Mar'i wouldn't have cared <em>at all.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-12-2015, 01:43:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:50, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2014<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Mar'i's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>Artemis didn't resist as Mary broke off and started to drag her into the apartment, uncaring that it was rather bland compared to most of the Gothic architecture on every side of them.&nbsp; It wasn't uncommon to see old stone gargoyles and dark, sloping ornately decorated pillars and their ilk, Gotham being appropriately dark and dreary in more than the feel it gave off to any that called it home.&nbsp; So, in a way, Mary's building was a welcome reprieve from the usual scenery Artemis had grown up with for most of her life.&nbsp; Gotham was a part of her just as the archer was a part of Gotham, but those thoughts quickly flew off into some distant corner of her mind when Mary pushed her into the elevator the moment the door opened.&nbsp; She had time only for a brief chuckle when the raven haired, lightly tanned woman impatiently tapped at the tenth floor button, before all but tackling the blonde against the side of the wall.&nbsp; A quiet gasp escaped Artemis as Mary's hands pushed their way under her shirt once more, her fingers grazing across scars and smooth skin alike in the heated, sexually charged space of the elevator.&nbsp; Artemis groaned and leaned her head to the side, baring her neck to Mary's mouth and tongue, her own hands hardly idle as the cupped the back of her neck and the woman's pants clad butt, pressing her closer instinctively.&nbsp; She wasn't about to argue if clothes started flying, but she might have frozen up a little out of her usual fear and shame regarding the markings on her body, so it was probably just as well neither of them were quite that frenzied just yet.<br><br>As for Mary's current state of arousal, Artemis had known she probably shouldn't have snogged her as she had, but she hadn't known how else to reassure the beautiful woman about the state of her place.&nbsp; Despite this mild embarrassment regarding stirring Mary's desire so strongly, Artemis went with it, having long since gotten used to such passionate, emotionally driven women from her time with the likes of Kori and M'gann, although the latter was a sister figure first and foremost, and the idea of snogging her was just weird in the strangest way to the archer.&nbsp; So she moved her hands, groaning in need as Mary's thigh parted her legs, and Artemis turned to take another kiss from her current lover, her fingers snaking their way under Mary's shiny top.&nbsp; Cupping her breasts fully now, no more teasing, no more games, she lightly pinched the nipples between her thumb and forefinger, taking Mary's bottom lip between her teeth.&nbsp; Gently nipping at the bruised flesh, Artemis let her lower lip free before driving her tongue past the raven haired woman's mouth.&nbsp; She moaned hungrily into the deep kiss, her warm hands gently but firmly kneading the woman's breasts between them.&nbsp; Pulling away from the kiss, unaware that the door of the elevator had since opened, Artemis pushed her towards the door, never breaking the contact between them.&nbsp; She was a little surprised when she didn't meet the expected resistance, but kept going anyway, almost missing Mary's apartment altogether in her passionate kissing with the woman in front of her.&nbsp; At last she moved her right hand to the ties at Mary's back, and yanked, hard, wanting to see the woman's top fall away so she could do more than grope and fondle the orbs that had just been in her hands.&nbsp; <strong>"Get that door open, or I'm kicking it down."</strong>&nbsp; She hissed in Mary's ear, making it clear she wasn't bluffing as she pressed firmly against her once more, her lips at Mary's ear once more before she stepped back.&nbsp; Five seconds, and that door was going to be kicked off its hinges if that's what it took for the archer and Mary to get inside, and damn any neighbors the kept up from the passionate screams that was going to follow soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>24-12-2015, 13:58:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:51, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar'i's Apartment Building.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i manages to open the door to her apartment, pushing Arty inside and closing the door. She then advances, pushing Arty over the arm of her sofa to lie there as Mar'i allows her top to slip away from her body, revealing her naked torso. She presses them up and together while nibbling on her finger, leaning forwards and verbally teasing Arty despite Mar'i's intense need to "dive right in," as it were.<br><hr><hr><br>If the previous kiss had been passionate but still slow and exploratory, this one was pure, raw, uncontrolled lust and desire. Besides the initial surprise of impact, Artemis gave as good as she got, soon latching her teeth onto Mar'i's lip and pulling in a way that sent delightful shivers of pain-induced ecstasy running up and down her spine, the firmness of the bite on her soft, sensitive lips doing much to "rev Mar'i's engine," as some may have said at times like those. She moaned lewdly into Artemis's mouth, arching her hips backwards towards Artemis's roaming, squeezing hands, wanting to feel those firm-yet-soft fingers plying into her flesh directly, wanting to feel them play along her bare skin as she writhed in needing, wanting pleasure. She pressed her groin forwards, grinding against Artemis roughly, opening her mouth to happily accept Artemis's invading tongue, her own tongue moving to wrap around and wrestle with the intruder in a part-war, part-dance, part-tongue-fuck as they writhed and slid around each other, Mar'i's body shuddering sharply as she felt the fingers sliding along her stomach and up to her chest, pressed tighter against her body thanks to the tight top that was keeping them in place (for the moment). She moaned loudly as lances of pleasure spiked through her body at the contact on her nipples and her breasts, her body undulating and pressing harder against her soon-to-be-lover against the wall...she needed contact and release <em>now,</em> and were it not for the soft 'ding' of the elevator telling them that they had arrived at Mar'i's floor, she might have dragged Artemis down to the floor of the lift and just fucked her right there and then. Tamaranean lust was...difficult to control when its fires got stoked, and Arty hadn't just prodded it...she'd poured gasoline on top of it. It was a wonder that Mar'i hadn't gone down on Arty already with the sheer amount of lust she was dealing with, to be honest.<br><br>She allowed Arty to push her out of the door - moaning again as her back collided with the wall briefly - and staggered her way backwards across the landing, lips never leaving Artemis's as they stumbled towards where Mar'i's door was. Each floor had two apartments to it, opposite each other across a small landing that served as an area to host the stairs and the lift, only about twenty feet across both lengthways and widthways, so it didn't take too long for Mar'i to be pressed up against the door of her apartment, arching her body against Arty as she took control of the situation. She could feel Arty's hands <em>finally</em> tearing at the straps to her shirt, Mar'i's own hands both rabidly moving against Artemis, wanting to get her out of her pesky, annoying clothes as soon as possible. While one of her hands fumbled with her keys, the other hand pulled desperately at Arty's jacket, yanking it down off of her shoulders with about as much care and gentleness as a rhinoceros. She didn't tear the jacket, of course, but she wasn't exactly treating it delicately. She finally got the key she wanted - as tempting as it was to just forgo keys altogether, she didn't want to explain to her landlord why her door was hanging off of its hinges tomorrow morning - and sharply turned Artemis, slamming her against the door, reversing their positions. She could feel her top beginning to slip off...she would have to hurry and get inside, and quickly. But not before she took a bit of charge herself; after all it <em>was</em> her apartment! She simply growled at Artemis's promise and forced her tongue into Artemis's mouth, forcing its way past Arty's tongue to launch a counter invasion as she pushed the key into the door recklessly, succeeding only after three failed attempts to find the hole. She turned it aggressively and <em>pushed</em> Artemis through it, sending her staggering backwards into her threadbare apartment, quickly hurrying in and closing the door behind her.<br><br>Her apartment was...depressingly unfurnished, with only a television on the left hand side of the far side of the room, opposite a sofa with a small coffee table in between them, a furnished kitchen in a little alcove to her right and a door just behind the sofa that led to her bedroom and the bathroom. She didn't have much company over, so she hadn't really bought much...just the bare essentials. But her lack of furnishings didn't matter at that moment. All that mattered was getting her head between this beauties legs and satisfying the craving she had for this woman to fuck her, <em>hard.</em> She advanced again, pushing Artemis back into the room, throwing her keys aside - the door would lock on its own - as both hands practically yanked the jacket off of Artemis's body. She kissed her again, hard, as she shrugged off her own jacket and let it pool on the floor, pushing Artemis backwards and backwards and backwards until they reached the arm of the sofa...at which point Mar'i broke the passionate French kiss and gave Arty a rough, firm <em>shove</em> so that she tumbled onto her back onto the sofa, looking up at Mar'i from a lying position. Mar'i put a finger up, telling Arty to wait...she had to get rid of something first. Reaching up, she undid the last knot of her shirt - she tended to have a knot behind her neck to hold her shirt up, just in case - and allowed her shirt to slip to the floor exposing her bare, naked breasts, heaving with the heavy, unsteady breathing that Mar'i was laboured with at that moment. She looked a little flushed as she stared down at Arty, now topless and glistening with slight sweat. <br><br>She placed her left arm along her stomach and her right arm bent at the elbow, both upper arms pressing against her chest and pushing them up and together as she bit at the tip of her right index finger and winked at Arty teasingly. "Do you...like what you see?" she whispered breathlessly, breathing coming laboured under such intense desire coursing through her body. "Can you think of anything...you want to do to me?" she winked again, then moved her left arm up to rest underneath her chest, her left hand clasping at her right elbow as she bit on her finger again. She winked yet again, and stepped closer to the edge of the sofa, bending forwards to lean over Arty's lower half, never breaking eye contact. "I hope so...because I can think of...<em>lots</em>...that I want to do to <em>you,</em> beautiful..." She giggled darkly, her eyes sparkling with barley contained lust. She was horny and lust-filled, yes, she wanted to jump on top of Artemis and ride her <em>hard</em> right then and there, yes...but that didn't mean she couldn't take the time to have some teasing fun, now did it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 00:27:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:52, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2014<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Mar'i's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>Suspecting something was slightly 'amiss' with Mary already, Artemis wasn't worried about herself as she continued to kiss and grope the beautiful woman before her.&nbsp; If anything, the girl's apparent need, that was burning hotter than even the archer was used to, only served to turn the blonde more than ever as she was pushed down through the door and shoved into the arm of the couch after they somehow tumbled through the door.&nbsp; The almost feral kiss before had left Artemis dizzy and breathless and wanting nothing more than to keep going right there, but she gladly let Mary push them apart, smirking up at the sexy raven haired woman as she started to lose the rest of her top at last.&nbsp; Artemis could only stare for a moment, her jacket half hanging off before it had fallen off somewhere between the door and the couch, part of why she had fallen in the first place even though she hadn't offered any resistance anyway, and let her gray eyes drink in the sight before her.&nbsp; The way those ample breasts were pressed together was quite intoxicating, to say the least, and Artemis wanted nothing more than to grope, bite, and fondle them until the woman's knees were turned to jelly and she was begging for more.&nbsp; Instead, the archer righted herself on the couch and made no secret of where her eyes were settled, before flicking upward to Mary's face, smirking despite herself and the teasing comment dropped between them.<br><br>She couldn't ignore the question though and nodded, her own breathing a little labored as her gaze flicked to Mary's face, to her naked, flushed skin and her ample breasts, and back to her face.&nbsp; <strong>"Is that a trick question Mary?&nbsp; I knew you were hot but sheesh, I didn't expect <em>that</em>."</strong>&nbsp; She purred, and subconsciously licked her suddenly dry lips and raised a gold colored eyebrow, scrunching up her forehead in the process, when Mary asked what she wanted to do to her.&nbsp; It was too easy for the snarky blonde.&nbsp; <strong>"It depends on how good your stamina is.&nbsp; But I might be tempted to eat you out for hours on end, until you're begging for me to stop."</strong>&nbsp; While she hadn't actually done so, she just couldn't help but wonder what Mary might say to that as she continued her teasing fun.&nbsp; They were back to playing cat and mouse were they?&nbsp; Well, Artemis could certainly play along as she stood to her feet and crossed her arms over her toned stomach, the ends of her fingers curled around the bottom of her shirt as she started across the apartment floor towards Mary's bedroom.&nbsp; She looked over her shoulder and looked at her new hot date with half lidded eyes, her gray orbs gleaming despite the threadbare appearance of the place.&nbsp; As she had told Mary before, she didn't care about the apartment, she cared about the woman herself, and proved it as she peeled her shirt, albeit with some hesitation she'd note, off of her body and over her head before tossing it aside just as she disappeared into Mary's bedroom.<br><br>The most she'd get was a brief glance at Artemis's back, which was just as marred with scars as her front, before Artemis disappeared into the next room, a very alluring sway to her hips that was reminiscent of a great jungle cat stalking her prey than anything else.&nbsp; Situated on the edge of Mary's bed, her legs crossed at the knee, having since lost her shoes and socks, Artemis was just waiting, an amused lilt to her lips etched on her face as she waited for Mary to join her.&nbsp; The only thing she had left was her pants, her black sports bra, and her matching underwear underneath, wanting her to have the pleasure of taking the last of her physical barriers away.&nbsp; Despite the image she was trying to give off, Artemis was still a little hesitant since this was always the worst part for her, letting someone new see her without anything to cover up the proof of her shit childhood.&nbsp; Still, she managed to stay calm as she waited for her date to catch up, hoping she wouldn't be turned off by the sight of her scars despite earlier evidence of Mary finding them hot if the way she had ran her fingers over them in the club was anything to go by.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 16:16:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:51, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar'i's Apartment Building.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i follows Artemis into her bedroom...and promptly sits on her lap, continuing her teasing but in a far more direct, pointed manner. Mar'i is starting to lose patience with their games...<br><hr><hr><br>Even as Mar'i watched Artemis slide to her feet and start towards the door that obviously led to her bedroom, she had to give a little smile; it seemed like the teasing was doing its job - that was, making them both feel more comfortable with the whole situation - and she couldn't help but stare at the little golden-haired vixen she'd brought home with her as she slowly disrobed before disappearing into the corridor. The feeling of being called "hot" by Artemis was good - it made her feel confident, desired, <em>powerful</em> in a way - but not nearly as good as Artemis's apparent surprise at Mar'i's general allure and forward nature...and seeing that she had made the otherwise confident woman dizzy and breathless with her kiss was definitely a feel-good factor in Mar'i's books. Oh, she knew that she was a good kisser and she knew that she was desirable and attractive and all that, but it was good to be reminded of it in a positive way sometimes, especially on a night like that. Besides; she was teasing and flirtatious and played "hard to get" by nature, and when a guy hits on you in the club, he's only looking at your body...Artemis had stayed all the way through, had played Mar'i's game and not gotten bored. She seemed to like it, in actual fact, which did wonders for Mar'i's confidence. It wasn't a bit she played, it was her genuine personality - teasing and flirtatious but not exactly "easy" - and to know that somebody actually found it alluring in this Reality...well, it was nice. Still, she couldn't exactly allow Artemis to run roughshod over her in her own house, now could she? She eyed the discarded t-shirt by the door to the corridor, and grinned a little. She liked to slink off and give her teasing glances of what she could have? Well, the chasing was done. Mar'i liked her games, of course, but now was not the time for the Warm Up Act. It was time for the Main Event, and she wanted to go in there swinging. More, she wanted to feel every breath Artemis took and every inch of her skin under her fingers...it was time to end the game, and get down to what they both really wanted - and what Mar'i needed - out of the night.<br><br>She followed Artemis out into the sparsely decorated corridor - noting the closed door on the right, she concluded that Artemis had chosen the correct one for her bedroom - and slipped through the opened door on her left and into her rather Spartan bedroom. It didn't have much of the personality that you would expect from a bedroom, largely comprised of a single bed opposite a walk-in wall-closet, with a single make-up and storage dresser positioned opposite the door. There weren't any pictures or posters or calendars or anything like that - honestly, at the end of the year, why would you buy a calendar for the year just gone? - but really, Mar'i didn't have very many souvenirs from her previous lives that she could display without risking looking suspicious, and she didn't exactly want to be reminded of what she had lost. And posters? She hadn't been "in town" long enough to accumulate any, really. The only opulent part of her room was the bed, which was currently dressed with red satin fabrics and a plush, goose-down duvet and pillows...she was depressed, not self-punishing, and she liked to fall asleep in comfort. But enough about her room; none of it demanded her attention as much as the topless, half-naked blonde wonder seated on the end of her bed, looking up at her almost expectantly. Mar'i grinned despite herself, eyes fastening on Artemis's form as she put her hands on her hips, allowing her breasts to hang free, though they - like her mothers - seemed to defy gravity a little bit by remaining pleasantly plump and properly shaped. That would change as she aged, she knew, but for the moment she was young and in-shape. That was enough to keep them relatively well formed. "You didn't give me a chance to tease you back," she pouted playfully, then grinned again.<br><br>With that, she advanced across the room...and planted herself squarely on Artemis's lap, her legs sliding into position either side of Artemis's waist. The cross-legged position of Artemis made it a tad difficult, but she managed; she was nothing if not flexible, after all, and she'd been in...more uncomfortable positions before. No, she wasn't about to elaborate. She placed her hands on Artemis's shoulders, then - on impulse - pressed a fresh kiss against the blondes inviting lips, fiery and passionate though only lasting a few seconds before Mar'i - reluctantly - pulled away, but not before she gave them one last, lingering, teasing lick. She grinned, then moved one hand up to tangle idly in Artemis's hair, her other hand moving down to slide around her waist, her fingers playing along every inch of skin - and scar, Mar'i remembering how grateful Artemis had been to have her scars touched and not recoiled from - that she found there. She smiled teasingly, then tilted her head to one side. "I'm curious...why do you think me begging you to stop is a possibility?" "Why would I ever ask a woman as sexy as you to take her head out from between my legs? If it were up to me, you'd be down there already." She giggled, then winked again before bending down and pressing her lips against Artemis's throat softly. She sealed her lips around there and began to suck gently, part-humming, part-moaning softly into the skin as the hand on Artemis's back wandered up, towards the back of the sports bra that Artemis was wearing. As she had said...no more games. She wanted to get to the main event already!
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>11-01-2016, 08:07:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:54, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2014<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Mar'i's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>Artemis had to chuckle at what Mary was saying, the sound a mix between a sexy growl and a light peal that was strangely more pleasing to the ear than was probably possible for the archer under any other circumstances.&nbsp; Whatever she had planned to say died on her lips though when Mary kissed her, again, before pressing those delicious lips to the side of her neck.&nbsp; It was probably just as well they had decided to forgo anymore teasing, anymore running around, because all Artemis wanted to do at that particular moment was make Mary scream her name.&nbsp; For the moment though, she let her own hands wander up the woman's back, her fingernails pressing just hard enough into the skin of her back to leave red streaks behind as a soft, predatory like growl escaped Artemis's parted lips.&nbsp; Let it not be said that she didn't live up to her alter ego as Artemis arched her back a little, feeling her sports bra finally fall away with a grateful sigh about the same time her heavy breasts bounced free, allowed to breathe once more.&nbsp; While the black material kept the girls contained, it had a tendency to get a little tight after several hours, especially if she were running across rooftops.<br><br>But that was a thought for another time entirely as Artemis pulled back from the lips at her throat and caught Mary's lips against her own this time, making it a point to bite and suck on her top lip this time as her hands gracefully slid around to the front of Mary's body to cup her breasts once more.&nbsp; Gravity defying or not, they were perfectly round in her opinion, and the archer was more than happy to play with them as she leaned back, taking Mary down with her, her legs uncrossing despite the weight on her lap.&nbsp; Incidentally, she created some friction between the woman's thighs from the change of position, but Artemis had hardly noticed, too fixated in sucking Mary's lips off, having moved to her bottom lip to bite and suck on that one as well.&nbsp; Only once she was satisfied they had gotten equal treatment did she blow a steady stream of hot air across Mary's right ear before licking the lobe.&nbsp; <strong>"Someone once said be careful what you wish for.&nbsp; But I'm all for ignoring that advice."</strong>&nbsp; She chuckled softly again, her gray eyes alight as she shifted suddenly, pulling herself nimbly out from under the beautiful woman.<br><br>It wasn't an easy feat given their former position, but Artemis managed without having to bend over backwards or anything.&nbsp; Laying on her back, her legs slightly splayed open, the only thing left of her clothes her pants and underwear, she made no move to remove them yet, instead beckoning Mary higher up the bed, wanting her near the headboard for what she had in mind.&nbsp; <strong>"You want me to eat you out, you're gonna have to undress me the rest of the way first."</strong>&nbsp; She purred, encouraging her to have more of an excuse to run her hands over her body, having enjoyed it quite a bit so far despite her insecurities regarding her marred skin.&nbsp; Mary was indeed a cut above her usual late night foray, and Artemis was more than happy to entertain her, so long as she returned the favor of course.&nbsp; <strong>"I do have one question for you though.&nbsp; You have any toys laying around?&nbsp; I'm not against bringing them in later if you do."</strong>&nbsp; She was just throwing that out there, in case Mary had such things of course.&nbsp; Some women had a thing for toys during their sex, and Artemis wasn't against the idea personally.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>11-01-2016, 15:30:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:54, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar'i's Apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i tires of Artemis's games and, without hesitation, swiftly removes the remaining clothing on Artemis and proceeds to "open up the show" by diving straight between Artemis's legs attempting to give her no option but to stay there and take the pleasure. <br><hr><hr><br>As pleasant as the follow up kiss was, Mar'i couldn't help but feel a little bit of frustration at the contact; not only was she not being allowed to attack and tease the areas that she wanted, despite Artemis's unfair habit of teasing and running away before Mar'i could follow, but she was having her pace dictated to her! When she was on top, she should be allowed to choose what happens where and when, damnit! She wanted to bite and kiss and suck the shoulder of the blonde little beauty beneath her, make her squirm a little just as she made Mar'i squirm, but alas, the devilish vixen wasn't allowing her the pleasure! Even as they kissed, Mar'i was having the pace dictated to her, her lips being the subject of pleasurably torturous attacks by Artemis's perfectly rough, firm teeth...the spikes of slight throbbing pain that the bites and nips pushed through radiated sweet pleasure as well as bitter shocks of aching throbbing, forcing out slightly strained moans as Mar'i did her best to return the kiss with vigour, her hands sliding up and down Artemis's back, the hand in Artemis's hair being careful not to cause any damage at Artemis's sharp pulling...honestly, she had kept her hand in her hair to stop her from doing this exact thing, but when her new lover starts tugging in order to get a new position, what is Mar'i supposed to do? refuse to let her move and risk an injury or hair being pulled out? This was why she had to be careful when playing with an obviously-usually-dominant human; they could get seriously hurt if Mar'i wasn't careful. So, with that in mind, she slipped her hand out of Artemis's hair and placed it on her waist, conscious of the risk of serious injury if Artemis kept up her fighting for control. Not a moment too soon, either; the breath and bite at Mar'i's ear - which elicited another soft, strained moan from her - and then the subsequent wriggling out from beneath her would have likely ended in injury and pain if she had tried to do it with Mar'i's hand tangled in her hair. She also had to lift herself up a little bit to allow the movement; the way she was pressed down against Artemis should have meant that escape from beneath her was impossible - given her superior strength and position - but if Artemis struggled too much, she could easily injure herself...and that wasn't fun for either of them, so it was best that Mar'i lift herself off a little in order to allow her movement.<br><br>Of course, Mar'i soon regretted that as Artemis continued to tease her, continued to assert dominance where Mar'i desired it...Mar'i was used to being in control and used to being on top and used to dictating the pace, and honestly, being unable to gain control here was starting to frustrate her...not in the angry way, of course, not in the "kicking Artemis out and going to bed by herself" way...but the sexual way, in that she <em>needed</em> to assert her control, she needed to show Artemis that she wasn't about to be pushed around and dictated to, she wasn't going to take Artemis's continued games and teasing lying down...she was going to take what she wanted, regardless of whether Artemis wanted to keep playing her little games. She knew that Artemis likely wanted control as well, but Mar'i was not about to give her complete dominance. No way in hell. What she needed was control; she had felt out of control for far too long, and she wasn't about to have that power stripped from her in any way without a fight. Artemis was about to learn that Mar'i was in no way, shape or form a push-over. Therefore, she followed Artemis up the bed, crawling on all fours like some kind of predator as she slipped her body up over Artemis's lower half, her gaze fixed on the blonde beauties gorgeous face and amazing, newly exposed breasts (that were actually a lot bigger than Mar'i had initially expected; they were going to get played with extensively later on!). The competitive nature and her need for some kind of power fuelled her lust and desire, fuelled the need she had to feel Artemis squirming beneath her in ecstasy...forget Artemis being between Mar'i's legs...Mar'i was going to be the first one to take <em>that</em> pleasure. Her face reached the level of Artemis's waistband, her hands sliding up the outside of Artemis's legs, gradually taking in the dips and curves of her flesh, teasing along her jeans as Mar'i's eyes hungrily devoured the rest of her newly-half-naked body.<br><br>"It would be my pleasure," she murmured softly, her hands slowly reaching Artemis's waist and gripping the waist of her jeans. They drifted inwards and began to pull at the button and zipper of the pants. "I do indeed have some toys..." She confirmed; she'd brought home a few girls before now, and it always helped to have a selection of toys to spice things up a little, and even some of the men she'd brought back had liked to use certain toys, which she hadn't objected to in the slightest. She'd had many, many lovers in the first week, then gone out and bought the toys after one of her female hook-ups had taken her back to her place and revealed her own little stash...it was amazing how something as simple as a night with toy-fuelled fun was enough to get her starting her own collection! "...but that's getting a little ahead of ourselves, wouldn't you say? You have more...<em>pressing</em> things to consider." Her hands popped open the button and zipper and instantly started tugging the trousers down the length of Artemis's waist. No sooner had they gotten to her knees, then Mar'i's face had suddenly dove with extreme speed between Artemis's legs, her teeth gripping hold of the thin fabric of Artemis's panties. She looked up and met Artemis's gaze, grinned, and started pulling them down her legs with her mouth, slowly dragging them over her thighs, gradually exposing her core to the warm air of Mar'i's bedroom. She pushed the jeans down further as she descended, until both the jeans and the panties had slipped over Artemis's feet and were being discarded carelessly to the other side of the room. She then began to make her way back up Artemis's body, her strong, firm hands sliding up the newly exposed flesh of her legs, squeezing and caressing and dragging her nails along the skin until they reached Artemis's waist, where the firm grip of the Tamaranean kept her from moving. No more wriggling and squirming away...it was <em>Mar'i's</em> turn now. <br><br>She trailed her lips up Artemis's interior leg, dragging them over ankle, knee and thigh, savouring every inch of warm, salted skin, her lips leaving a trail of hot, smouldering kisses along the flesh as she drew closer to the overall goal...she needed to feel Artemis squirming in need beneath her, and since every time she tried to kiss her into it she wriggled away and escaped, this was now the only option. Her lips reached the joint where thigh met hip, her teeth leaving a grazing nip at the flesh as she slowly dragged inwards, her lips pulling away from the skin a little to leave nothing but teasingly hot breaths along the flesh, breathing slowly and deliberately over that most sensitive of areas. She paused, then gave the quivering little bundle of nerves atop Artemis's core a quick, fierce, rough kiss, teeth grazing and tongue lashing for a few seconds before she pulled away, blowing softly on it and the entrance to Artemis's body gently. Her hands moved up along Artemis's sides, hands playing along the scars gently, fingers savouring the feel of her bare, soft, taut flesh until they reach their destination; they glide over the newly freed, deliciously firm orbs on her chest, hands covering the front of her curves, nipples becoming squeezed between the lengths of her index and middle fingers as she begins to play with them gently, even as she leans in and gives Artemis's lower lips a long, slow, linger lick from top to bottom, her tongue pressing the sides of the entrance apart and teasing at the insides, dragging up to eventually flick roughly, with almost superhuman strength against that bundle of sensitive nerves once more. She then reverses direction, lashing at Artemis's clit before dragging her tongue from top to bottom, squeezing and massaging breasts and nipples once more as she does so, pressing her mouth a little closer, her lips sealing around Artemis's entrance. She needs to feel Artemis <em>squirm,</em> needs to feel that power of having control for once...she needs to know that she can make Artemis feel that raging, quivering need and desire that Mar'i herself feels right now...and she needs to hear Artemis moaning out of lust for the Tamaranean Out Of Time buried between her legs. <br><br>As she said before; no more games. Mar'i needs a good, long, hard <em>fuck,</em> and she's going to get it. No more games.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-01-2016, 07:24:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:57, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2014<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Mar'i's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>The tension in Mary's body is palpable to the keen sensed Artemis as she pulls away, unaware or uncaring of the potential danger of sliding away from someone that could bench press her with one hand.&nbsp; Superhuman strength or not, which she suspected the raven haired woman possessed, at the very least, she wasn't used to taking orders from anyone when it came to the bedroom.&nbsp; She dictated her own terms thank you very much, and few were the people that could get her to bend over, especially on a first time basis such as this.&nbsp; That said, she was no mind reader like M'gann, but there were subtle cues to the way Mary held herself that told Artemis all she needed to know about her current lover.&nbsp; And as dangerous as it might have been to fight someone that could break her in half with just as much ease, Artemis had gotten the impression already that Mary had better control than that, and as frustrating as she knew she was being, the archer didn't need to be a mind reader to see that, as turned on as they both were, Mary had a good head on her shoulders.&nbsp; So she felt safe in wriggling out from under the raven haired woman, grinning teasingly at the woman even as her hand fell to the archer's waist from where it had been in her hair not so long ago.&nbsp; The change of position was a necessary evil in this instance though, and as much fun as it'd been to have Mary on top of her as she'd been, Artemis was more than eager to get to the really fun stuff.&nbsp; Like her, the archer had grown tired of the teasing, the games, and the foreplay.&nbsp; It was time to move onto the main event or go home.<br><br>That said, the way Mary crawled up after her was enticing in its own way, and had the grin on Artemis's face widening considerably as Mary's fingers found the waistband to her jeans.&nbsp; Her gray eyes gleamed when she responded, earning a throaty chuckle from the blonde as she lifted her hips up a little to make removing the last pieces of her clothing that much easier.&nbsp; <strong>"Glad to hear it."</strong>&nbsp; Not that she needed much encouragement, but it was still nice to know Mary was all for the rest it.&nbsp; As for the question regarding toys being used later, Artemis smirked as her jeans were pulled down at last, revealing equally long, muscular, slender legs, a matching pair of black underwear over her crotch that were quite damp from her arousal up to this point.&nbsp; Just before she could respond though, Artemis is taken aback a little by the sudden speed Mary's head darts between her legs, and latches onto her panties with her teeth.&nbsp; She raises an eyebrow but feels her full lips pulling up into a grin at the sight, admiring the alluring sight before her as Mary drags both panties and pants down in equal measure.&nbsp; Something about seeing her pull her panties down with her teeth was pushing a button she didn't know she had, but Artemis loved it, and a shaky breath escaped her as the cool air touched her slick slit at last.&nbsp; All of their respective teasing and caresses had led up to this, and Artemis was nearly breathless with anticipation.&nbsp; Her patience, such as it was, was at last going to be rewarded.<br><br>With Mary's skilled lips and fingers blazing a trail up her leg and sides respectively, it didn't take much for Artemis to wriggle and squirm a little as her nerves came to life.&nbsp; Little bolts of pleasure raced up her spine, forcing the archer's breath to become slowly but surely increasingly erratic and ragged, soft little moans escaping her as Mary kissed and sucked her way up her leg, occasionally blowing hot air across her flushed, olive toned skin.&nbsp; Then the sexy woman finally reached her sex directly, hairless and perfectly smooth as a baby's backside, one of the few things Artemis went out of her way to maintain with care outside of her general appearance, and the archer almost bucked when that first teasing flick of Mary's tongue touched her if not for the woman's strong hands keeping her still.&nbsp; After the night's teasing and anticipation up to this point, it was little surprise she was so sensitive at that particular moment, and a long, shuddering breath escaped her before hot air followed, causing Artemis to let out a groan halfway between a gasp and a whimper.&nbsp; As had happened many times before in such cases, Artemis fell back into her native tongue, well, rather her mother's native tongue, as Mary continued her torment, making the archer pant out her words to the ceiling as her tongue was soon joined by her hands on the blonde's sensitive breasts.&nbsp; <strong>"Bạn sẽ lái xe cho tôi điên.&nbsp; Không dừng lại....Không dừng lại."</strong>&nbsp; As controlled and disciplined she generally was, Artemis could do nothing but whimper and moan Mary's name occasionally as more Vietnamese laced words of passion escaped her parted lips before eventually her body went taut, her hands, since having clenched up in the satin sheets, dug into the mattress, and she arched her back as best she could when she was finally sent over that glorious edge.&nbsp; No more words come, in English or otherwise, as Artemis manages to let out a strangled cry of bliss before settling on the bed once more, quivering from head to toe.&nbsp; When she's finally able to comprehend anything beyond her stimulated flesh, covered in goosebumps brought on by Mary's more than adequate ministrations, the archer can only grin like the cat that had ate the canary down at the wonderful woman.&nbsp; <strong>"I get the feeling I'm in trouble if that was just with your tongue."</strong>&nbsp; Despite what she had just said, the gleam in her gray eyes said she was more than looking forward to what came next if that was any indication.<br><br>((In case you're curious.&nbsp; First phrase was 'You're going to drive me crazy.'&nbsp; Followed by 'Don't stop'.&nbsp; Just throwing that out there.&nbsp; :P))
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>19-01-2016, 12:42:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 22:57, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar'i's Apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i uses her abilities to understand what Artemis is moaning about, then finishes her off and pleasures her through her orgasm. Once the climax has subsided, she pulls herself up to lie straddled over Artemis's body, pressing a heated, lingering kiss against her lips before moving her hand to tease her some more, both verbally and physically.<br><hr><hr><br>Mar'i would be lying if she said that Artemis's reactions weren't satisfying; after an evening of teasing and chasing and mutual struggles for control, the young blonde bombshell was now lying beneath Mar'i, completely helpless as her tongue ravaged that most delicate of her parts. Her fingers clenched against Artemis's thighs, nails digging in a little, as she slowly increased the pressure and speed of her tongue-lashing, much to Artemis's apparent delight...her moans - loud and strained and completely unleashed for anybody in the immediate vicinity to hear - filled the room with reckless abandon, sending Mar'i's own blood pumping at a million miles a minute, her body heating up rapidly in response. A lot of people seemed to think, in Mar'i's experience, that oral was only pleasurable for the receiver when that was simply not true; yes, the only person receiving physical stimulation from the actual act itself was the person having it done to them, but there was a certain level of pleasure and excitement to be had from giving it, too; from hearing the low, strained moans and knowing that you were the cause, feeling them tremble beneath your touch and imagining what they could do to you if the situations were reversed...the feeling of being in control of their pleasure and eliciting such base, primal reactions from them...it was a massive turn on, and it was all Mar'i could do to clench her thighs together in an effort to prevent herself from playing with herself while she "worked" on Artemis. The need to sate some of the raging lust she felt was almost overwhelming, the need to feel some kind of stimulation was intense....but she resisted. She wanted physical stimulation, yes, but no way was she about to do it <em>herself.</em> That would be admitting defeat! Besides, no way was she going to cum before Artemis. That just wasn't going to happen.<br><br>Interestingly enough, the moans soon turned into almost formless mutterings and cries in some kind of foreign language - one that Bruce hadn't taught her, though she wasn't sure why; maybe he became uncomfortable with with having to continually touch his Granddaughter. No, not like that, you pervert; Bruce just wasn't a very touchy-feely person - that Mar'i didn't understand at first...so, Artemis had foreign roots? That was the only explanation; after all, when in such intense pleasure, you don't start speaking a third or fourth language, you slip into whatever dialect is easiest for you and feels the most comfortable. It's how you know where your heart and your roots really lie; like, for example, when in the middle of an orgasm she knew that it took her mother all her willpower not to slip into Tamaranean around people she didn't want to know she was an alien. Of course, she spoke Tamaranean a <em>lot</em> with Mar'i'is father, but she tried not to think about that. On her next invasive lick, she extended some of her more latent powers - closing her eyes to make sure that Artemis didn't catch sight of her eyes turning into a solid green, something that only happened when she used her powers due to her half-human blood - and suddenly...understanding of what she was saying <em>clicked.</em> It was....Vietnamese, she believed was the English term for it. So Artemis had roots in...she tried to remember her geography lessons...Asia? It was a big place, but it would have to do. She grinned to herself, the new moans making far more sense to her...oh, she was definitely driving Artemis crazy and she understood every word of it. The fresh moans only spurred Mar'i on to go faster, harder, to drive her tongue deeper with every pass...she wanted to hear more of her exquisite moans and foreign cries of ecstasy! <br><br>And she got her wish; not long after her renewed efforts began, she felt the telltale signs of an impending orgasm on Artemis's part...stiffened legs, a sudden arch of the back, a new note of desperation to the notes and an extra high note or three...a pause, as Artemis's voice cut out sharply and then returned with a vengeance, the brief silence stretching slowly until the screams came back louder than before...she could see Artemis's hands tighten in the bedsheets as she stiffened like a board and then suddenly uncoiled, bucking and shaking wildly and suddenly Mar'i's mouth was flooded with Artemis's orgasm. Unlike some other lovers, Mar'i didn't pull away as the orgasm hit, instead driving her tongue deeper and faster as Artemis's internal muscles rippled and clenched in ecstasy; she knew from experience that the body became more sensitive during an orgasm and that continued stimulation could both add to the pleasure and extend the orgasm out past its natural end point...and she wanted this first orgasm for Artemis to be as hard and pleasurable as possible, to show her what she could do. So she kept licking and dragging and playing with Artemis's sex until the orgasm subsided, lapping up any juices that came her way whilst doing her best to add stimulation on top of stimulation. Her nails dragged down Artemis's legs slowly as she came down from her climax and Mar'i pulled away slowly, grinning up at Artemis as she idly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand...despite her vigilance, some of Artemis's orgasm had ended up on the corners of her mouth. <br><br>"Oh....you haven't seen <em>anything</em> yet." She winked slyly, then pulled back to kneel on her hands and knees, hovering above Artemis's lower body. She then crawled up the bed slowly, gliding along the length of Artemis's body but never touching it, coming to rest above Artemis's still-quivering, slightly sweat-sheened form. She grinned, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Artemis's lips that lingered for a few moments before she pulled away, her eyes sparkling. One of her hands trailed down towards Artemis's still-sensitive core, her finger beginning to tease a slow path up and down her entrance where her tongue had previously been lavishing attention....it was only the nail that dragged along the opening there, but Mar'i knew that after such a powerful orgasm, every nerve in Artemis's body was going to be <em>extra</em> sensitive to even the most delicate of touches. "So, <em>lover...</em>" she loaded the word with as much flirtatious promise as she could possibly cram into a word. "Are you ready for me to torture you some more...or do you need a break?" She giggled and gave her a little wink...she knew how fragile full-blooded humans could be in comparison to herself, and she didn't want to <em>break</em> her. Well. Not <em>yet,</em> anyway; she still had a full nights worth of pleasure planned out, and it couldn't very well be achieved if Artemis was already unconscious from exhaustion after only the second round! She needed to make it to at least round five. Or was that hoping for too much? She did tend to lose track of humans and their lower natural stamina...though they made up for it in determination, she'd give them that. And, well...she was going to give Artemis a lot more than <em>that</em> by the time the night was over!
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-01-2016, 23:08:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 23:01, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2014<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Mar'i's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>Most people she'd been with didn't seem to know or understand that prolonging an orgasm was a <em>good </em>thing, that once you got to that point, it was very much worth the effort to keep it going as long as possible.&nbsp; Artemis could number those that dragged a climax out on one hand, so it was a very pleasant surprise when Mary did just that, unaware of how her eyes had started to glow behind her eyelids when she used her abilities to decipher her shouted words in her mother's native tongue.&nbsp; Despite how late in life Paula Crock had gotten back fully in Artemis's life, Artemis had picked up the language quite easily, much to Lawrence's annoyance and frustration.&nbsp; So it was only natural she fall back into it now as Mary licked and lashed at her quivering sex, her juices spilling forth as she squirted a little in the process, her body breaking out in a light sheen of sweat by the time she had come down from the intense high of that first wonderful release.&nbsp; Yes, Mary had definitely shot up to the top of her list of favorite lovers in no time flat, right up there with Kori and Jason oddly enough.&nbsp; Dick was pretty high on that list too, but more because they were long time friends than any particular skill, which he did possess, but Kori and Jason were....not more important persay, but they were more closely held in the archer's heart for their respective reasons.&nbsp; Reasons she wasn't thinking about here, especially now given the circumstances as Artemis panted and could only chuckle lightly at what Mary had said in response to her own comment.<br><br>Melting into the soft kiss, Artemis gently cupped Mary's face between her hands and was about to respond when she felt that wonderful fingertip at the entrance to her sex, making anything she might have said break off into a shuddering groan.&nbsp; She took a moment to recompose herself, but even then it took an effort since she was indeed quite sensitive, and the continued passes over her pussy weren't helping.&nbsp; They weren't unwelcome by any means either though, so she didn't move to stop the sexy woman on top of her as she leaned up to whisper into Mary's ear.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh I can keep going, trust me, but if you think I'm going to just lay here and take another one,"</strong> and with that, Artemis wrapped her legs around Mary's waist and fluidly flipped them over, using their body weight and her own substantial strength to roll them over before the raven haired girl could stop her, <strong>"then you're sadly mistaken."</strong>&nbsp; She purred, her gray eyes lit up in mischievous delight as she met Mary's gaze, her lips just shy of touching the alien's own as she unwrapped her legs from her waist before moving to straddle Mary's waist.&nbsp; <strong>"Besides, I can't be the one getting all the attention now can I?&nbsp; What's the fun in that, <em>exactly</em>?"</strong>&nbsp; Having said her piece, Artemis grasped Mary's hands and pinned them above her head, pressing most of her weight down on top of her but not enough to truly trap her, not that she could anyway since she possessed more strength than she did, but the intent was still there.&nbsp; Leaning down for one last, lingering kiss, at least for the moment, Artemis made it a point to press her tongue past Mary's lips so she could taste herself on the raven haired woman's tongue, Artemis bit down on Mary's bottom lip before sliding down a little further, her lips finding her throat and latched on while her left leg slid between her legs, her knee pressed firmly against her sex.&nbsp; Leaving a little bite mark behind, one that was slow to fade, Artemis started to slowly move her knee firmly against the woman's folds, creating friction and stimulation both while her mouth left a trail of soft licks and bites along Mary's jaw, cheek, and eventually her right ear while her nails slid down the woman's arms until they were cupping her breasts which were pressed firmly between them.&nbsp; <strong>"You're not the only one with her tricks beautiful."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis whispered, putting as much of her own raw sensuality into her words as she continued to grind against her, wanting to hear her own cries of pleasure as her fingertips clamped down on Mary's nipples, twisting and pulling them in time with her knee's movements against her slick folds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 22:37:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 23:02, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar'i's Apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i's desperation grows as Artemis steps up her teasing; despite moving her hands away from Artemis's attempt at pinning them above her head, she does pull the blonde closer in a bid to encourage her touches and caresses, trying to force her through action and demand to touch her more aggressively, to make her cum, and soon...if she doesn't, Mar'i might just take matters into her own hands!<br><hr><hr><br>Mar'i hadn't expected Artemis to simply lie back and accept her authority; she seemed like the type of woman who was very used to being in control in almost every situation, and Mar'i didn't really believe for a second that Artemis was in any way, shape or form naturally submissive. That's kind of part of what gave being in control - however briefly - such a turn on in that situation; here Artemis was, usually the Alpha Female, and Mar'i was making her sing like a well-tuned instrument, or a well-trained pet, her voice dancing to Mar'i's tongue-guided tune. But part of the thrill also knew that, being an Alpha Female, Artemis was unlikely to passively accept whatever Mar'i wanted to do to her, and the excitement of anticipation that came from knowing that Artemis was likely planning something, or had something up her sleeve...and that excitement and that anticipation and that wonder was soon rewarded by one hell of a payoff. Mar'i had automatically made her body a little more suggestible and flexible, just in case Artemis attempted something sudden and unexpected...had Artemis attempted to roll over an unsuspecting Mar'i, she would likely have met with a stone wall that wouldn't have budged. As it was, Mar'i felt the sudden push against her body and allowed herself to go with it, rolling underneath Artemis, going with the sudden change of position...she had had her turn on top, and Artemis apparently wanted hers.<br><br>Of course, Mar'i could return to the top any time she wanted, and honestly, that was the only reason she allowed it; normally, nobody would be allowed on top of her, but there was something uniquely exciting about Artemis that gave her a free pass...for the time being, of course. That pass could be revoked at any time for any reason, no matter how arbitrary. She might have been on the bottom, but she still had the control...at least, she thought she did. Mar'i accepted the second kiss happily, leaning up slowly to press her lips against Artemis's questing mouth, opening her lips and granting Artemis's tongue temporary access, twisting and dancing between the mouths as they tangled passionately...she had been about to answer Artemis's teasing remarks with one of her own, but the kiss had cut any response short, her mind suddenly wandering away from whatever she had been about to remark upon, the heat in her skin and body having built up so much that even the faintest arousing touch could have distracted her to the point of being unable to speak...she felt Artemis's body pressing down upon her, her mouth hot and insistent upon her lips, her chest crushed against Mar'i's own, her legs slowly slipping between Mar'i's...she did momentarily stiffen a little as she felt her arms being put up above her head, however; she <em>didn't</em> go that far with people she didn't know; she didn't like her hands being restrained in any way, shape or form by strangers and, no matter how interesting she was, Artemis was still a stranger...and one who obviously knew how to handle herself in a fight.<br><br>Having her hands restrained by a competent combatant was a little too much like being powerless for Mar'i's liking, and so - as slowly and gently as she could manage whilst still being firmly insistent - she pried her hands away from Artemis's grasp, pointedly slipping down from their position above her head to rest on Artemis's waist lightly. She didn't feel the need to elaborate further; if Artemis was half as intelligent as she seemed, that sign would be enough to clue her into the nature of the change in position. Of course, Mar'i didn't have the time to consider whether the message was received, since Artemis soon changed the vector of her attack, moving to focus on her throat and shoulders sharply, leaving her mouth free to moan softly at the fresh stimulation she was receiving at the hands of both her hands - which were then moving to her breasts - her lips and the leg between her thighs. She arched her back slightly, pressing herself up against Artemis more firmly, her chest swelling into Artemis's pinching, teasing hand, letting out soft, strained moan after soft, strained moan as she struggled to find her voice. She swallowed, then moaned, then swallowed again as she attempted to gather her thoughts, her head tipping back and to the side, revealing more of her throat...in her aroused state, the slightest stimulation, the briefest tease, felt a hundred times more keen and teasing, the legs and lips feeling <em>so</em> good, and yet perversely not quite enough to push her towards orgasm. <br><br>It was a teasing torture, pleasurable agony as she ached for Artemis to touch her more firmly, to stimulate her more roughly...the outside of her sex was sensitive, yes, but nowhere near sensitive enough to give her the climax she needed to feel after so much arousing, heated teasing throughout the night. Even simply eating Artemis out had gotten her hot beneath the collar, and all that foreplay-fuelled lust had to be let out somewhere. "I...ah...would be disappointed...if you didn't....mmm....have any tricks..." she laughed breathlessly, her hands slipping round to trail up and down Artemis's back, her nails digging in a little as she pressed her hips up against Artemis's leg, grinding against it more desperately as she silently willed those hands on her breast to dig the nails into her nipple more roughly. She moaned again, then continued. "Though I...ah...don't understand why...I'm 'sadly' mistaken....there's no way I could....ah-ah-ahmmmm....be sad...a-ah-bout....this..." she tilted her head back again as another wave of teasingly light, unsatisfying pleasure hit her...the pleasure was real, and good, and enough to force more moans from her....but they weren't hard enough to stimulate her any closer to orgasm. If this "trick" of Artemis's was simply extending the torture of foreplay, then it was a very effective trick. Her nails dug into Artemis's back a little more as the teasing and the twisting and the sucking increased in force. <br><br>"Ah...more...touch me...more...harder...<em>fuck</em> me, damnit!" She moaned lowly, as her leg lifted up to loop around Artemis's waist, pulling her closer and trying to keep her in place...was it begging? No. Not, it was a <em>demand.</em> She'd made Artemis cum...it was only fair that Artemis return the favour, instead of all that incessant teasing! She arched her back, the heat in her body increasing in potency as she grew more and more excited and desperate for the firmer touch...when a Tamaranean, even a half breed, got aroused...they got <em>aroused.</em> And right at that moment, all Mar'i could think about was that she <em>needed</em> to climax. And if Artemis didn't get to it soon, she was going to climb on top of her and push her dripping sex into her face until she either suffocated or started licking; and no...no, that was <em>not</em> a joke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-01-2016, 22:20:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 23:03, Tuesday 23rd of December, 2014<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Mar'i's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar<br><br>The fact Mary had let her roll them over wasn't lost on the archer since most people she had met that had superhuman strength were relatively the same in certain aspects.&nbsp; Nearly all of them liked to be on top, and while some didn't mind switching back and forth, even when they were on the bottom, most still tried to command the flow of things.&nbsp; So, to say it was a nice change of pace that Mary was willing to let her be on top wouldn't have been an understatement.&nbsp; But, as distracted as she was by the rather insistent, very hot woman underneath her, Artemis didn't miss the subtle cues or the resistance she felt when Mary pushed back against her gentle if firm attempt to keep her hands out of the way.&nbsp; She felt like mentally kicking herself for that, for causing Mary discomfort even if it was emotional rather than physical, but thankfully her partner took it in stride, pulling her hands free of her own before putting them on her waist without missing a beat, but the message had been received loud and clear.&nbsp; Mary didn't like to be tied down, she didn't like not being in control, something that Artemis had to admit, she could sympathize with.&nbsp; But those were thoughts for another time altogether, not here with such a tempting woman almost begging for her carnal attentions, of which the archer was more than happy to oblige her desires.&nbsp; Besides, that was the whole point of this get together, to satisfy each other's needs until exhaustion took them, although again, Mary's superior strength likely meant she'd still be wide awake when she passed out.&nbsp; Oh well, she'd just have to do her best to keep up.<br><br>Artemis planned to give Mary what she wanted, but she just needed a change of position was all.&nbsp; She chuckled at Mary's comment in turn, and shrugged off her question regarding her being 'sad'.&nbsp; She was a little busy to talk, and while the feel of the woman's leg around her waist was quite enticing, she needed to move downward to give her what she wanted, so she reluctantly but firmly pulled the limb away for the moment, a shuddering groan escaping the archer's throat at the feel of Mary's nails digging into her back.&nbsp; Typical super strong women.&nbsp; The thought had a smile pulling at the archer's lips despite the teasing note to it.&nbsp; Without wasting any time, Artemis slid down the rest of the way, slowly, taking her time as she left a trail of little bites and kisses down her body.&nbsp; She lingered at her breasts, lavishing each of her nipples with her tongue and mouth, squeezing the orbs between her hands so that the pink buds stood out more, making them easier to manipulate with her mouth, before moving onward, stopping for a moment to run her tongue around and in her bellybutton.&nbsp; Finishing off with a wet, deep kiss to the flat of her stomach, Artemis let her gaze rove over Mary's sex before leaning in to run her tongue from the bottom to the top in one long, slow lick before doing it again, pulling away each time to let the cold air rush over the folds before going back in for another lick.&nbsp; Her hands, after leaving several streaks behind on Mary's sides and the flat of her stomach as well, had since moved to her ass cheeks, her thumbs pressing against either side of her anus, stimulating the ring of nerves around the hole as she continued to lick and then pull away, slowly edging her back to the cliff.&nbsp; Artemis didn't continue this for long, not that Mary would have allowed it if her moaned commands were anything to go by, before sticking two of her fingers into her mouth, wetting them, and sliding them up to her knuckles into Mary's wet folds and curling the digits just so, hitting her G-spot immediately upon entry.&nbsp; She had a feeling it wouldn't take much for her to go off after the last couple minutes of stimulation.&nbsp; While she was doing that, Artemis looked up towards Mary's face, wanting to see that look of rapture cross her features when she was sent over the edge.&nbsp; Few sights were as beautiful as a partner giving into sheer ecstasy, that they could most definitely agree on.<br><br>All the while that niggling voice in the back of Artemis's mind kept her wondering just why Mary had superior strength.&nbsp; There were clues to be seen and heard from their time together thus far, but it was still too early to tell in any event.&nbsp; Not that it mattered, it was just a mystery that Artemis wouldn't have minded having an answer to was all as she continued to finger the woman, her hand moving rapidly against her inner folds.&nbsp; <strong>"Cum for me Mary.&nbsp; Cum for me."</strong>&nbsp; She purred, spurring the woman onward since this was the priority at this particular moment.&nbsp; She wanted to see Mary's expression as she let go, and Artemis wasn't about to stop until she was screaming her lungs out.&nbsp; Like her, she was done fooling around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Hunting A Stars Descent (Vergil &amp; Vergil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>31-01-2016, 12:45:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/8dcedd88-76d7-4f8e-b56b-07a9c7f621ce_zpsl5jydmy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Who cares?<br><strong>Time:</strong> 23:02, Tuesday 23rd December, 2014. <br><strong>Location:</strong> Mar'i's Apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i internally expresses displeasure that Artemis leaves her position along her body, but that quickly changes to pleasure as she feels her tongue. When her tongue is replaced by fingers, despite the feelings of pleasure, Mar'i isn't impressed and so decides to roll them over and <em>force</em> Artemis to use that strong, pleasurable tongue of hers in a constructive way...<br><hr><hr><br>Mary was too busy trying not to scream <em>too</em> loudly in frustrated pleasure to even notice at first that Artemis was moving her position; Artemis's lips and fingers felt <em>magnificent,</em> sending shudders of sharp pleasure coursing through her body as her lips begged for more insistent attention, her moans filling the room...and yet, the attention was nowhere near enough to push her over that cliff edge into momentary bliss and her final - well, not final, not tonight, but you get the point - release. Mary needed something <em>more</em> to go that last little distance, to get her to that edge, and Artemis's fingers were, infuriatingly enough, not doing any of what would push her over...and from what she'd seen of Artemis - and judging by how competent she was - Artemis didn't doubt for a moment that that was intentional. There was no way that Artemis didn't know exactly what she was doing, that she didn't know how to drive her partners crazy...well, she was going to be gotten back for her - admittedly effective - teasing at some point that night...but first, Mary had to get her to give her that bit of relief. No way was she going to start her revenge before she, too, had cum. Getting revenge whilst unsatisfied? How would she be able to concentrate on what she was doing? And really, when sexually tormenting a teasing lover, you had to have your attention on them rather than yourself; it was only fair, after all! She arched her body in an attempt to press herself closer, to tempt or hopefully coerce Artemis into finishing her touches, into making them harder so that Mary could feel the building pleasure inside her more enthusiastically...but her upper half soon found that Artemis was no longer there.<br><br>She had been expecting to feel Artemis's chest pressed up against her - had been counting on rubbing their nipples together, in fact, for that extra stimulation - but she found no more than Artemis's hands, squeezing and kneading, making her moan as she trailed hot, fiery kisses down her body. She squirmed a little as she felt Artemis's lips searing their way onto her stomach, which clenched and pressed up against the lips as they felt them connect with her flesh, but that was nothing compare to her reaction when she felt Artemis's hot breath misting up her dripping, heated sex; she gasped out loud as the hot air began to tickle at her entrance, her hips bucking up a little in an attempt to get closer to the source of the promised pleasure...and when that teasing, firm tongue hit her sex, she had no choice; she threw her head back sharply, hair cascading behind her onto the bed, and moaned loudly, her entire body tightening and arching, trembling at the sudden stimulation. Of course, Artemis didn't stop there; she lapped at Mar'i's sensitive sex over and over, forcing Mar'i's moans to get louder and louder, her body trembling and squirming as she was <em>finally</em> pushed past that wall she had hit with the fingers, feeling her body clench and tighten more and more...she felt the pleasure building with her voice, felt the need to cum build higher and higher as her hands moved down to run over Artemis's arms, caressing but firmly keeping her locked in place, her legs tightening a little around her shoulders...it would only be a little bit longer before she hit the point of no return and erupted in pleasure and relief....she could feel it coming, she was almost there, just a little bit more...she just had to keep Artemis down there working her magnificent tongue!<br><br>Alas for Mar'i, Artemis had different ideas. She pulled away from her sex suddenly, that glorious tongue leaving a quivering, angry bundle of nerves behind it as the pleasure stopped building and her pleasure already started to recede a little in the wake of surprise, disappointment and frustration. She...<em>stopped?</em> What kind of trick was this?! If she didn't bend her neck and continue in the next ten seconds, Mar'i would personally make sure that the rest of the night was as sexually frustrating for Artemis as humanly - or Tamaraneanly - possible! She looked down, about to say something....when she felt Artemis's fingers slide inside of her firmly, forcing her back to arch in a sudden, sharp expression of pleasure. She could feel Artemis's fingers curl and wriggle inside of her, coaxing moan after moan out of her, stretching and teasing her as it began to build up the pleasure yet again, hitting sensitive spots inside of her that many other lovers didn't even know existed, despite her attempts at coaching them. Her legs tightened around Artemis's shoulders, trying to pull her head closer between her legs insistently without hurting her...she needed more, just a bit more, and she would break that point of no return and finally be able to cum...she looked down...and found Artemis staring back up at her. After a moment of surprise - apparently she wanted to watch Mar'i's face as she came - she felt a spike of irritation; she was watching her instead of focusing on making her cum? She should bend that neck and get that tongue back to work! Fingers are good, but they can't compare with a skilful, powerful tongue, after all!<br><br>She growled a little, her hands tangling in Artemis's hair as she bucked her hips up, getting closer...it wouldn't be long now, so she had to act quickly. Quickly, before Artemis had a chance to react, she released Artemis's hair and twisted her body slowly to the left...and then powered right, rolling them both so that Artemis was now on her back looking up at Mar'i's heated core, and Mar'i was leaning forwards on the bed on all fours, her thighs either side of Artemis's face as Mar'i looked back down the length of her body at her. She straightened up so that she was now sitting atop Artemis's body, her hands moving back to firmly tangle in Artemis's hair as another shock of pleasure lanced through her body, stiffening her body up as firmly as a board before a shuddering moan let that tension out. She reached up with one of her hands to cup and squeeze a breast, pinching at the nipple there as if to try and get some extra stimulation to push her that little bit further...then her other hand, still in Artemis's hair, pulled her carefully but firmly up to her core, pressing her mouth against her entrance as she began to grind her hips down on her face....it wasn't much, but the extra stimulation was enough. She tightened up once more, hand keeping Artemis in place as she suddenly screamed out in ecstasy, arching her back and pressing her chest out as she threw her head back, hair falling down her back as she pressed her hips down into Artemis and the bed below, thighs tightening as unbelievable pleasure overtook her. "Aaah! I'm <em>cu-cummming!"</em> She screamed as she exploded, orgasming hard as she came savagely. She shuddered and groaned as her orgasm hit her, finally feeling that intense pleasure...and the massive relief of finally having that tension released. She didn't release Artemis's head, though...she could stay there a bit longer.
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