Be Mine, Valentine ( A Skullgirls femslash by IndigoKitty & Dhi )
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				Title: <strong>Be Mine, Valentine ( A Skullgirls femslash by IndigoKitty &amp; Dhi )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 00:26:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/Skullgirls_ActionShot_Parasoul2.jpg)</div>Feint, parry, riposte, counter-riposte, <em>point. </em><br><br>In a finely polished gymnasium, a buzzer sounded in favor of the curvy duelist all in padded white and mesh mask, and the fencers withdrew to their lines, each a thin and gleaming epee in hand. In an instant they were ready again, their postures perfect, toned legs apart and arms extended. Though they appeared very tense, they were not; the fencers were masterfully trained, their movements easy and precise, and almost faster than the eye.<br><br><em>"Sister, sister!" </em>a squeaking little voice echoed into the gymnasium. Both fencers paused, and the curvy woman eased off her mesh mask to let her wine-red hair tumble down her shoulders like a blanket of silk. Underneath, with one calm, golden hazel eye always hidden behind her hair, was the face of Parasoul, crown princess of the Canopy Kingdom. "What is it?"<br><em>"I wanna ride a real horse and Adam won't let me!" </em>Every racing step the pink-haired bundle of energy took across the gymnasium floor made a sharp squeal on the wax.<br>Parasoul knelt down on the mat and awaited her sister's arrival. "Umbrella, you're too young. You could fall." A glove eased from her finely manicured hand, and she cupped the skin of her sister's face, finding a flower from the palace garden tucked behind her ear. There were ants all over it. She discreetly confiscated it.<br><br><em>"Nuh-uh, I won't fall off! I've seen you do it, it's way easy!" </em>Coming in behind Umbrella was Adam, a handsome Black Egret lieutenant with a look of absolute steadfast in the face of today's adventures in babysitting. There had been public gossip concerning how inseparable Parasoul and Adam were, his sculpted jaw and bedroom eyes, and that he might become prince consort. That Canopy Kingdom, robbed of its Queen and missing its King, might find a new future in Parasoul and Adam. But no, the people did not suspect the truth. They could not know the truth. The eyes of regal, deific monarchs past gazed down from the paintings on the walls as Umbrella itched at her hair and Parasoul helped her to find the ants that troubled her.<br>"One day you'll understand why we can't always have what we want," she told her sister. She could sense that Adam had something important to tell her. There was news on the Skullgirl. It was beginning again.<br><br>~ ~ ~ ~<br><br>A day later, the Black Egrets were in New Meridian with Parasoul at their command. The city was a post-war melting pot of ideas and sensibilities, it was jazz and organized crime, it was a romantic dream world where anything could happen. The moon was bright, and Commander Parasoul was sipping a bold coffee as they watched a dark and creaky old abattoir from the street. They had the building surrounded.<br><em>"Should we call in for Peacock, sir?" </em>A raven-curled woman in uniform asked, her cupid face crowded with glasses, headphones and mic.<br>"No," Parasoul said gently. "I'll take two soldiers and handle this myself. She's only one woman."<br><em>"One former agent," </em>the comm officer reminded.<br>"All the more reason not to send the machine. She worked for my father. Perhaps she'll respond to me." Seeing the worried look on the other woman's face, Parasoul conceded, "Four soldiers, then."<br><br>Four Black Egrets, tall and beefy and anonymous behind filtration masks, accompanied their lithe commander as the boards barring the entrance were pulled. A wave of dust blew in with the opening of the doors. Luger in one hand, Krieg in the other, Parasoul advanced within the protective ring of her Black Egrets, her bodyguards, into the lioness' den.<br><br>Almost immediately, one of her Black Egrets was stumbling and clutching a shard of crimson metal. A second shuriken Parasoul turned away with Krieg. "Egrets, with me," she urged. There was cover among the old timbers that ran from floor to ceiling, and respite from the deadly hail of throwing stars. But as her long legs raced to those oak pillars, the floor under her groaned and dimpled, and a pitfall collapsed around her. There was only enough time to open Krieg and use the creature like a tiny parachute to float down into the darkness. As she glided to a slippery opening, she could hear carbine fire above, and an echoing emptiness below. She was on her own. There was no choice but forward, by Krieg's fiery light. But it was clear, right away, that someone had lovingly cared for the hidden chamber below. The only grime was that which had fallen in with her. Just what had she stumbled into?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be Mine, Valentine ( A Skullgirls femslash by IndigoKitty &amp; Dhi )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IndigoKitty</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 08:25:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/G8KlAXp.jpg?2)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/I2vizS5.jpg?1)</div></div></div></div>It was a few moments to midnight. The city outside the ramshack of a slaughterhouse was all atwitter. Panic was in the air, palpable as pollen on a spring day, and she knew exactly why. Because she was part of it.<br><br>&nbsp;Valentine lounged atop a discarded steel table she had pushed up to an open window that showed the illuminated sky. It had probably been used to transport the sliced up carcasses of cows or pigs in it's prime. The thought of it gave a wicked, inquisitive smile on her paled lips, causing the scar across them to bend ever so slightly. She blinked slowly, looking down into her empty shotglass. Maybe one more shot of her whiskey would make the thoughts stop streaming through her. <br><br>She simply couldn't stop thinking about them. How long had it been since she had seen them? With a soft, saddened smile, she reached into the pocket of her dress. She always held their picture with her, they gave her strength to get through this nightmare. The Last Hope. Looking over them again in her fragile state, a single tear managed to make it's way from her red eye. <br><br>The moment she felt it touch her cheek, she breathed in sharply, quickly folding the photograph and slipping it back into her pocket, rubbing the emotion off her face in an instant. <br>"Maybe I need that last shot after all," She said aloud to no one. As she stood and picked up the bottle of whiskey for a refill, she noticed a movement. In the blink of an eye, three red cross shuriken were lodged into a sleek piece of sheet metal. It was only herself. Letting out a slow sigh through her nose, she noticed herself in the now dented sheet of reflective metal. The gloves were off, literally and figuratively. Her shoulder length hair was undone, flowing just past her neck. Her dress's buttons where undone, making it seem more like a short labcoat than a dress, which exposed her buxom, pale curves decorated with a silky, laced bra and matching panties. She was far from her usual tight appearance, but she didn't care. This was her last night. Tomorrow she would have to double-cross her old lab and then from then would be the beginning of the end. She knew it. So, tonight, she was doing whatever she wanted. <br><br>As she walked back to her makeshift lounge, her body swayed with the record player, Mozart swelling into a chorus as she slipped back onto her table and stared up at the moon. "One more shot... one more shot is all I--"<br><br>She cut herself off, her head whipping to the front of the Abattoir. What in the hell? Who the hell would be here right now? Soundlessly, she equipped herself. Bonesaw, shuriken, katana, IV staff, and of course her gasmask and needles. Running quickly forward, her footsteps barely touching the ground, she bounded up into the rafters and crouched there like a cat awaiting it's prey. <br><br>Soon enough, she saw exactly who she was dealing with. The princess and her lackeys. And only 4 men? Really? Either this was a trap or they had underestimated her greatly. She considered simply letting them look around and find nothing, but she was going to double-cross them tomorrow. Might as well get through the hardest part the easiest way. Within seconds, red crosses flew in to coat the intrusion and immediately lodged themselves into two of her men. The last three were running toward the source of the shards of death, but then something happened that surprised even her. The floor gave out under the small princess. As soon as it did, the Egrets stopped dead in their tracks and called out for her, trying to climb into the small hole. In their confusion, they didn't seem to notice the half-naked woman with the katana right beside them. Within moments, everything was silent for Parasoul. <br><br>As she was inspecting the room, a voice came from behind her, toying, yet menacing, the sultry voice licking her like smoke. "Enjoying being in my bedroom, Princess?" She smirked. As she turned to view her, her curves were illuminated by Krieg's glow. Sweat glistening off her ample breasts and full thighs. Not only that, but also over the gleam of the knife in her hand and the blood of her comrades. "Well.. Lab slash bedroom, to be exact." She said, as lightly as someone correcting the kind of coffee they had bought that morning. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be Mine, Valentine ( A Skullgirls femslash by IndigoKitty &amp; Dhi )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 22:33:01</strong>
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				There was a gun in the princess' hand, but she didn't rush to point it at Valentine's gleaming form. She listened to the woman speak, not only for the playful words she used, but for some sign that Valentine remembered her. But whatever Valentine knew, she didn't reveal so easily. She was as mysterious as she'd ever been.<br><br>It had been years ago that her father, the King, had brought a fresh and doe-eyed princess to the Labs and introduced her to the necessity of counter-terrorists like Valentine. Valentine had been just a few years older, but what a difference that made- already she was a tall and buxom woman, a singular exotic beauty among her gorgeous comrades. With her swathes of foreign, enticingly plum-tinted skin daringly bared, she was a dream in motion. Parasoul, in her hormonal young naivete, had believed that they paraded around for her own royal entertainment. But they were strong and confident women, capable women. Now, aside from Valentine, they were all gone.<br><br>"By authority of His Majesty's Black Egrets," she answered firmly, her voice a sigh even when it was firm, "you are coming with me." The Last Hope were all dead, save for the woman in the room with her. This room, her bedroom- Parasoul glimpsed it, and let the subterranean lair solidify her image of Valentine as a rat. A traitor. The Canopy Kingdom should never have trusted its national security to a filthy foreigner. They were cheats and liars, and Valentine, chief among them. A passing mental image of Valentine knelt in deference to a new Skullgirl, kissing its fingers, made her anger flare. Now she did raise the Luger, her finger on the trigger.<br><br>Parasoul felt the killing instrument knocked from her hand, and recoiled. Had that been a shuriken, or the blade of a katana, or the IV staff striking out of the shadows? Valentine was deadly fast. Much faster than any fencing match. But there were laws of movement that every human body followed as it delivered an attack, and with Krieg in hand, Parasoul resolved to stand her ground. The creature, her weaponized black umbrella, would not so easily leave her grasp.<br><br>"Be reasonable, agent. You're completely surrounded." It was difficult to tear her eyes away from Valentine's flesh, the enticing perspiration, the flecks of her soldiers' blood like faint freckles. She was noticing, with a quick glance here and there, that there seemed to be a liaison in progress. There was a little liquor cabinet opened, its contents picked through and faint on Valentine's breath. Sweet music, on a crackling old vinyl, floated from upstairs. The woman's hair was down, and she was practically undressed- not in the teasing way that she was often half-undressed, but in the way of a woman surrendering her body to someone. All that seemed to be missing was a bed strewn with rose petals. She looked around for it. "Interesting what you've done with the place. Are you expecting someone?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be Mine, Valentine ( A Skullgirls femslash by IndigoKitty &amp; Dhi )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IndigoKitty</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 11:53:22</strong>
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				It amused Valentine that even while in the snake's nest, she still assumed authority as if she were in her own mansion. She was even more amused when she pulled the gun out and aimed it out at her. She might as well have been handing her a bonbon. With a trained ninja fully attentive to you, how would you ever expect to get away with holding such a weapon? With a sure and quick swing, her staff which had just the right amount of length to it swatted the metal obstruction out of her delicate little hands. Even as her umbrella replaced her grip, a devilish smirk crossed her dark-tinted lips. "Still naive as ever, young princess. Do you really think you and your drones can stop me?" Slowly, she slid into a ready stance with her katana in place in her hands, her eyes staring her down just above the gleaming metal. <br><br>It was what she said next that caught her off guard. Her glances hadn't gone unnoticed to her trained eyes. A streak of modesty and embarrassment ran down her spine, but her resolve showed nothing more than a grimace and narrowing eyes. She hadn't exactly been expecting company. Not the kind she was implying and certainly not her and her grunts. <br>"Not that it's any of your information, Princess," the title crossing her tongue with a tint of spite, "But, no. This was simply a night of relaxation and letting off a bit of steam. Though, I guess it hasn't been completely ruined." With a smirk growing, becoming more demented than smarmy, she cackled out, "I'll still get to let off some steam while I destroy you! This should be fun, especially with it just being you and me. I don't think you're little pets will be able to find their way in here." She laughed and lunged at her, her katana aiming for her slim waist, but all she felt was air as Parasoul gracefully leaped into the air, her body spinning back quickly as she released balls of fire from her umbrella. Valentines eyes widened as she was met with them, but quickly flipped back to avoid their blasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be Mine, Valentine ( A Skullgirls femslash by IndigoKitty &amp; Dhi )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 18:35:14</strong>
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				She could almost hover like a hummingbird, tucking in her long legs and wielding the fullness of her hips to tailor her stay in the air. It was an overcompensating leap, and a nervous jet of flame, which gave Valentine ample room to move. That was a mistake. A shuriken sailed in, glanced off Krieg's spines, but still delivered a cut down the fabric of Parasoul's dress. The fabric was so tight that a single shift of the crown princess' hips opened the tear wider and split it lower. The slow etch of the rift uncovered the high arch of a thong strap, black lace, hugged so tight that it dimpled the soft skin. The strap made for a convenient little handhold as Parasoul closed in once more.<br><br>"You're a danger to everyone," she said breathily, urgently. "What happened to you?" A spreading fire from Krieg's tear glint in the corner of her eye and betrayed how close she was to tears. Valentine had hurt her, not with glancing cuts nor with words, but with disappointment. It felt like a physical blow to finally realize that Valentine was not for her own amusement, that the gorgeous woman was not merely waiting for Parasoul to claim her, and that she just might be as unhinged as her advisors claimed. And then it actually was a physical blow, a dizzying karate chop to the princess' slender neck that left her swooning and extending her talons at Valentine. This wasn't very dignified. It wasn't much like fencing at all, once the initial blows were exchanged.<br><br>Fingers slipped across tanned foreign flesh, losing traction to Valentine's perspiration and snagging the plunging neckline of the ninja's top as her fingers delivered shallow little scratches to a luscious breast. She could feel the exposed strap of her thong being caught, and her body pulled by it, her womanly hips made to perk and follow the tug. She thrust Krieg up from behind Valentine to sweep her long legs from under her. But even as Valentine seemed to stumble, she still had ahold of that thong strap. The tear in her dress widened to a split down the side, and her thong yanked rudely down with Valentine's fall, becoming a lacy black wreath around her knees. She was waxed hairless, that was probably clear from touch. And she had been excited, that would be apparent from the moisture in the satiny garment. But rather than remain at Valentine's mercies, she let the thong pop and shred and fall away uselessly in order to back away. "No Egrets," she agreed, a puff of breath that eased back into her regal and sensuous tone. "It's just you and me. Say your piece, agent. What made you betray us?"
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