Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]
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				Title: <strong>Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 02:00:38</strong>
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				Thralrassa; the capital city of the planet Thanagar, which orbited the Polaris star in a galaxy of the same name. It is here, in the High Towers Headquarters for the infamous Hawk-Police, that this particular story begins.<br><br>As the daughter of Thal Provis, a rather notorious politician with a nose for the military affairs of the state, Shayera Thal’s assignment to the Elite Forces had already caused quite a stir amongst the average Joes. It stunk of money scandals at the hands of a man who was well known to be highly regarded by Andar Pul, aka ‘the big chief.’ It hadn’t helped that the meeting had taken place in Thal’s own residency, just like her father had been present when her promotion was made there, with a new set of orders. The media and high class society, turned a blind eye to Shayera’s highly successful training, where she had soared to the top ranks on the rookie squads. All that was worth nothing, unless she could prove herself amongst the already self-established Hawk-men, to honestly earn her position with the Elite Forces.<br><br>So she had arrived at the headquarters before most of the others, clad in the shiny new uniform which she wore with great pride. Too much, for someone so green. Against the silvers of Nth metal plating, the flow of mid-long, loose curls in hues of burnt orange and flamed copper, burnt like soothing flames behind her. As for her face, only the curved jaw, stubborn chin, and full lips of scarlet, were visible. The rest was concealed behind the ‘honour wings’ of her helmet. Moving up in the world, she’d followed the set of brief orders in the envelope clasped in one hand, to the third to highest floor of the tall, floating building. Lights buzzed around her through each corridor, secret security scans verifying her identity and permitting her passage without her even acknowledging it. This was the nature of High Towers life.<br><br>The Elites earned their own offices on the wide floor, behind secure automatic doors of plated metals and locked keypads. There was only one numeric code she knew, and that was saved for the door which had been labelled ‘Katar Hol.’ Her mission objective; to secure her new shared office. As a beep confirmed the code, the door shifted to the side, allowed her emerald eyes to inspect the space. The empty desk, shoved quite meaninglessly to the side of the room, she presumed would be hers. The other, for now unoccupied, dominated the rest of the space entirely. Her shoulders tensed, while eyes narrowed slightly. Hopefully, Andar had been courteous enough to inform Katar of his newest 'apprentice', avoiding what could already be a potentially awkward arrangement...<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 02:55:57</strong>
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				Alas, when the office door was opened, not a soul lurked within.&nbsp; No, there were only a myriad of footnotes of the Hawk's touchstone in the form of trophies, medals and awards on the inner walls.&nbsp; Oh, and an amazing view of the city:&nbsp; all of that megalopolis looked up to the perched tower.&nbsp; The room itself was bright, but the sun's annoying glare was eliminated by the clever use of small parallel strips on the protoplastic panes.&nbsp; Numerous file cases created a resisting shadow unto Katar Hol's metallic desk, which was of an ovoid shape, slathered with holoprojected text windows:&nbsp; criminal files, depositions, money trails, the works.<br><br>The room was in no way messy, but it was evidently owned by a very proud man.&nbsp; Even the manly scent of his plumes alluded to his chauvinism.&nbsp; But enough on that.&nbsp; For Katar Hol approached from behind, sipping on a cup of coffee.<br><br>&nbsp;"Good morning," he snarled to one of his fellow elites.&nbsp; He greeted another hawkman much like a restrained lion snarls at a would-be tamer.&nbsp; Katar didn't slow when he saw Shayera; he merely nodded in greeting, side-stepped her and entered the room.<br><br>&nbsp;"Shut the door," he muttered, and stalked to his desk, flexed his wings, and sat in his chair.<br><br>Katar Hol was a broad shouldered man with mellon-sized shoulders, the neck the size of a tree trunk, a chest as broad as a tugboat, a sternum the size of a barrel, with tremendous limbs empowering his tremendous size with a degree of facility.&nbsp; He was burly, a man's man, with a perpetual grimace on his countenance.&nbsp; But it was a relatively handsome countenance-- timeless, roguish and antagonistically debonair.&nbsp; He wore a utility suit, with the Hawk's bandoleer from his shoulder and torso strapped with grenades and munitions.&nbsp; Indeed, Katar was armed to the teeth.<br><br>&nbsp;"There are a few rules around here, rookie," Katar half roared.&nbsp; &nbsp;"The first of which is, stay out of my way.&nbsp; The second, do what I say.&nbsp; Third, get the coffee in the morning.&nbsp; And fourth, shove off."&nbsp; <br><br>Katar began to access his desk systems, muttering bemusedly:&nbsp; &nbsp;"If you're as good as they say you are, you might do just fine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 03:46:28</strong>
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				Shayera stood for a moment, breathing in this all-male environment with a slight flinch of disapproval. It needed a woman's touch. Already her mind was plotting away of how to start by transforming her stark desk. A flowery plant here and some memorable images over there... Yet her plotting was thwarted by the all-male, domineering voice that sounded, no, <em>roared</em> behind her. Wide eyes, the alert green iris surrounded by a black outer rim, watched the man ooze self-confessed confidence as he semi-circled around her. As if she were little more than an intruding cub in this lion's lair. Her dilated pupils followed his built-up form as rather heavily, he sunk down onto his marked throne. One neatly arched brow lifted, not that he could see from underneath her mask. The rumours were obviously true about these male Elites being stuck up their own tail feathers. Yet she had sworn to exhibit a friendly aura, at least on her first day, so begrudging she obeyed this first little order. As simple as it was to shut a door, she wondered why he simply hadn't done it himself.<br><br>Dooming herself to the entangled nesting place of this proud hawk, the confirmation of the shut door seemed to mark his next orders. By the third rule, her eyes considerably narrowed, followed by the lifting of her arms to fold against the hardened metal of her chest. This tough shell she hid behind, concealed the ultra-feminine softness of her all-woman body. Since she had by now, entered the life stage of the twenty-something’s, there was no longer anything that 'girly' left of her. Somehow, and maybe it really was her adamantine outfit that gave her this confidence, she managed to find amusement in these rules of his. Obviously he had never learnt anything from fetching coffee every morning, so how could he possibly expect to accept this method of, teaching. Crimson curved upwards in a cynical smirk, as her shoulders shook once with an expel of nasal air. At least that was a reaction he could see, if he was really paying attention. This wasn't a hawk; it was a muscled pig. Dangerous, in its own right.<br><br>"I'm not your secretary Hol." With the quick stretch of her wings, she turned, still smirking, as she sought her desk. The rookie title she could stomach, but the rest would have to change. Shayera didn't bother to sit, at least, not on the chair. Instead she parked her perky arse on the edge of the desk. She knew she'd had to prove herself, and playing the cute little puppy that was eager to please, wasn't going to work. Not that it was in her nature to be a leachy sucker like that. Being at this raised height above him, gave her a much needed boost of status though, and that fuelled the fire he'd just sparked.<br><br>"So let's cut to the chase, alright? The chief said you've been working on something," she paused briefly, eyes unblinking as they focuses, still dilated. "Something big. Something I want in on, a-sap."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 04:08:26</strong>
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				This was good.&nbsp; Give the guy with the shortest temper a girl with an attitude the size of a Tamaranian moon.&nbsp; When Shayera addressed him, a large hand cupped the small dish beneath his coffee cup.&nbsp; It rattled as he lifted it to his chest, like an afeared child.&nbsp; Katar was seething.&nbsp; Shayera's stupid smirk made something twitch in his tight cheek.&nbsp; For a long time, Katar didn't respond.&nbsp; He only sipped on his coffee, watching Shayera over the rim of his porcelain cup.<br><br>The dish and cup were replaced on the surface of the desk, and he stood upright and then leaned on his forearms in such a way that his prominent triceps bulged ridiculously.&nbsp; He was going to let her have it.&nbsp; He was going to let her have it and then toss her out.&nbsp; The thought of it, the thought of violence, made him reel back and forth excitedly from heel to toe behind the desk, but he reflected:&nbsp; it wasn't terrible that she stood up to him.&nbsp; Indeed, he was unaccustomed to it.&nbsp; He reflected upon it a moment longer, then narrowed his eyes.<br><br>He made a small gesture on the sightless interface, and one of the window panes was pushed in, then slid over another, exposing the room to the morning air.&nbsp; With another, a small compartment in the desk was revealed and in it, his helmet.&nbsp; Picking the heavy ornament with both hands, he placed it over his head and fitted it on.<br><br>&nbsp;"Not here," he said, the feathers in his wings flicking.&nbsp; It was obvious distrust, not of Shayera precisely, but of others within the department.&nbsp; After all, they weren't dealing with an ordinary person;&nbsp; Katar was dealing with someone who could be anyone.<br><br>He stepped out into the void of the sky, his large wings expanding and catching the air beneath them, and with one flap, he was sent sky borne.&nbsp; A resounding shriek followed him as he escaped to the clouds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 04:44:18</strong>
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				Well, that certainly changed his tune. For a moment, as her so-called 'superior partner' rose to his feet and towered over his desk with the slightest of creeks under his weight, Shayera actually thought he was going to start barking at her. But instead, her eager eyes shifted to watch as the windows slowly gaped to the morning skies. Good, the room desperately needed some airing. She was going to make some subtle hints later about it's stuffy, almost claustrophobic feeling but, <em>well</em>, now she didn't need to. <br><br>As Katar reached for his helmet, the ultimate symbol of their shared profession, Shayera simply nodded. There was only the slightest ounce of sneaking suspicion in her weary smile. Otherwise she was blinded by the sheer excitement of her first, real case. Maybe her ambitious drive had appealed to him? Perhaps he had once been just like her. She didn't really bother herself trying to dissect his change of mood any further than those assumptions.<br><br>Only, as she shifted away from the stable desk, she hoped that the two grenades at her utility belt, and the single automatic pistol at her hip, would be enough for where he intended to take her. Her own wings stretched as far as they could in the confines of this room, while footsteps followed in Katar's wake, so that eventually, she silently stepped out onto the leaning platform. It was a long, rather exhilarating drop, and one she would more than be happy to plummet to. But instead, he flew upwards, and as she felt the perfect uplifting breeze, she too jumped out with the full spread of matured wings. Locking onto her target ahead of her, the feathered appendages were forced to flap a little more wildly to keep up with his advanced head-start, until she gracefully soared slightly beneath him, and only slightly behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 05:19:30</strong>
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				Flight.&nbsp; A turbulent sentiment.&nbsp; Beautiful Thralrassa swelled beneath them, her long arms reaching up towards them.&nbsp; Katar Hol swept between tall buildings, the wing between himself and Shayera unbroken, creating two similarly sized shadows that swept up, over and down passing buildings.&nbsp; The sight of those two cross silhouettes seemed extraordinarily familiar.<br><br>He glanced down at Shayera behind him and regarded her in flight.&nbsp; Much could be said about a Thanagarian by looking at his or her wings:&nbsp; and Katar thought the following.<br><br>The curve of her wings was graceful, but forceful; the bend of her shoulders was indomitable.&nbsp; Great strength lurked within her forearms, and perseverance resided in the hidden swell of her breasts.&nbsp; Could he but see a red strand of her hair seeping from beneath her golden helm, he would definitively have been awestruck;&nbsp; it would have reinforced what Katar felt he already knew.<br><br>Indeed, Katar felt that he already knew everything about her.&nbsp; It was a strange feeling that tore at him with curiosity.&nbsp; Were they acquaintances?&nbsp; Surely not.&nbsp; Katar felt that he knew her <em>intimately.</em>&nbsp; He <em>remembered</em> what it felt like when her nipple brushed against the bottom of his chest, and what it tasted like when she kissed him.&nbsp; It was absurd.&nbsp; And Katar and curiosity didn't quite mesh (after all, he wielded a mace).<br><br>But nevermind that.&nbsp; With the voice of a general, he spoke candidly to Shayera:<br><br>&nbsp;"Krotan.&nbsp; A bio-drug farmed from Eleega in the Odrepo-Sector that shifts a Thanagarian's appearance on a molecular level.&nbsp; Traces of it were discovered in a number of high profile burglary cases.&nbsp; Are you familiar with them?"<br><br>The cases had been a media spectacle, covered by the Thanagarian press to exhaust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 14:14:59</strong>
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				There was little that could compare to the exhilarating, natural bliss found by the Thanagarian in flight. Ultimate freedom personified in the glorious, wide span of silky plumes. The two figures seemed the perfect ideology of the male and female Hawks; the Herculean balanced on stalwart wings, graceful in their own right. Even in flight he boasted the presence of a man who danced to the tune of his own song. Then there was Shayera, whose own strength hid behind each gentler curve. Flames of red tendrils threatening to loosen from beneath the confines of her helmet now that breeze teased in tantalising brushes against her skin. Yet for now, she remained completely stoic in her suit of armour.<br><br>When the man-hawk graced her with his overshadowing speech at last, Shayera cast her eyes away from the playful winks of the Polaris Star, that bathed the morning city skyscrapes in tangerine and rose sparks. Krotan. Immediately her lips pursed together to form a serious line. Various cases involving the dangerous bio-drug had adorned the headlines of her morning paper for the past month.<br><br>"Vaguely," came her honest answer, her tone tipping slightly over the edge of a moderate and average, female pitch. Regular hints of that sultry, feisty temperament liked to shine through, mostly without her realising or forcing it. "You found a missing link?" <em>A</em> link. There were probably several, since the burglars hadn't been caught. Unless, he aimed to cut all those loose ties by going straight for the puppet master. Brows lightly knotted at that thought; if that was the case, she wished she'd brought her mace. Meeting a foe personally and face to face in close melee, especially one who caused so much havoc against the balance of the High Towers, was far more satisfying. Her virtues in the line of justice never ceasing to fail.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 02:50:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;"First case occurred seven months ago," Katar said, his mood souring at the temporal fact.&nbsp; It was an inefficiency of justice to tarry the process.&nbsp; &nbsp;"War-Class Epic Destroyer with an Oan hyperdrive, reserved for military use only and put to use in the Ladan mining world.&nbsp; Stolen, with a 10,000 man crew aboard.&nbsp; No one could explain exactly what happened, and there were seventeen instances where individuals with no previous criminal record accused others of being in on the crime.&nbsp; But at tribunal, all the accused were judged innocent, either by a glaring circumstance or by a stable alibi."&nbsp; The <em>Instigator</em> case was a black eye to the Hawk Police.&nbsp; Media outlets forced the police captain to resign and a lot of good men's careers were hung.&nbsp; Not Katar, though.&nbsp; Nobody asked him questions.&nbsp; He had a tendency to break recorders.<br><br>"Next was the Chaos Diamond at the Municipal Museum of Theromon.&nbsp; Then there was the Claw of the Lamenting Moon.&nbsp; &nbsp;After that, the Portrait of the Universe.&nbsp; Similar circumstances.&nbsp; So, I did what I do whenever I come to a brick wall.&nbsp; I start beating things with my mace."&nbsp; The properties of the three relics were undefinable, their values incalculable.&nbsp; It was odd to say it but, the importance of those items rested solely on the fact that people had a vague idea that they were powerful, but couldn't even begin to guess <em>how</em> powerful.<br><br>"It wasn't long until my informants screamed Krotan.&nbsp; It's used to enhance a Thanagarian's pulmonary system on planets that aren't similar to our own, but it's been altered to modify a Thanagarian's appearance.&nbsp; It was the missing piece.&nbsp; So I canvassed the crime scenes and discovered traces of Krotan there.&nbsp; And I discovered an M.O., too. What appeared to be a ritual at all the sites"&nbsp; This meant that Katar thought that it was either an individual or a confederacy of like-minded individuals.&nbsp; But confederacies have a tendency of revealing themselves, so Katar had ruled a group out.&nbsp; The ritual was difficult to explain:&nbsp; and he only discovered it by happenstance.&nbsp; But it was a mandala with a crest, created with the dust.<br><br>"So now, I want to know who modified Krotan.&nbsp; I have a lead, an industro-scientist.&nbsp; Care to pay him a visit?"&nbsp; He wasn't going to tell her how he came about this man's name.&nbsp; It was sputtered from the bloody lip of an informant.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 14:20:45</strong>
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				<em>So, this hawk man isn't just a sack of meat</em>, contemplated Shayera, as she observed and listened to his examples of brain power coinciding with brawn. Ah yes, she remembered some old war general friend of her father's, rambling on about the useless hawk police, at a diner party around seven months ago. How could an Epic Destroyer disappear like that? It had boggled the simple, uncaring minds of the upper class society. Likewise, the media had more or less humped the case dry. Andar Pal always shone through with his money-quick digits, but Shayera had been in training at the time. Word of failing careers had convinced several recruits to choose a different career path. Not her though, obviously. If anything, it drove the dedicated young woman, to compete against the few others that remained.<br><br>Next, the continuing thefts at the museum. The hounds of the media could not even begin to override her displeasure after reading certain, special items had gone missing. Emerald eyes turned away to stare ahead, her body twisting to the side, avoiding the rectangular swell of a corporate estate. This case was big, maybe even too ambitious for a rookie, she feared. If any of this backfired, her early career could be severely nipped in the bud. On the contrary though, the danger excited her. So when asked if she wanted to pay this lead supplier a visit, she turned back to her partner with a more devious grin. Flicks of mischief dancing in the shadows of those emerald depths.<br><br>"Love to," as if he'd just asked her to dance; Shayera answered in a polite and casual tone. "Sounds like we need to determine whether this scientist is the lead supplier, or just a pawn in the larger scheme... Remind me to come better prepared tomorrow." Better equipped, for this rollercoaster ride of his enhanced training. Or maybe he was trying to put her off the job entirely by throwing her head first into the hungry mouth of crime. In that case, Shayera was going to enjoy his disappointment to the point of relishing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 01:32:46</strong>
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				Without any provocation, Hawkman's wings widened, and he parachuted backwards and over Shayera's wings, where he hovered and kept close.&nbsp; With the peak of his chests nearly touching her back, he uttered quietly:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Shayera, this is going to be strange, but you have to trust me."<br><br>Then, Hawkman reached down, his fingertips trickling over her hips, drawing them closer to his pelvis.&nbsp; It was awkward, almost embarrassingly awkward, but it was necessary for Katar to settle his feelings on the matter.&nbsp; With no further delay, Katar released her and then flew beside her.<br><br>&nbsp;"I am... sorry," he said.&nbsp; The concept was foreign.&nbsp; He was not a noble creature, but he fought for a worthy cause.&nbsp; Did that make sense?&nbsp; Katar Hol was the harbinger of barbarism, of violence, of cruelty; but he was maintained by the strings of justice.&nbsp; He wasn't sorry.&nbsp; He got what he wanted.&nbsp; What he needed to sate the curiosity of a thousand lifetimes.<br><br>Shayera, he knew, was the beloved he was owed.<br><br>&nbsp;"This will be dangerous," he cautioned now with a more sincere voice.&nbsp; It was like a low rumble before a strong earthquake.&nbsp; &nbsp;"But you have never listened to me before... so why should you now?"&nbsp; It was horrendous to live a lifetime without you, Shayera, he thought.<br><br>It wasn't evident to Hawkman that he was behaving abnormally, but he was lost in his mind.&nbsp; The cruelty of separation caused him to be forlorn instead of hopeful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 15:09:18</strong>
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				Of course, as Katar seemed to drift in reverse, Shayera's own flight momentum slowed. Wings stretching out to their full, wide span, so that the winds would guide her gently. Were they close? More literally than she thought. Invading heat of male presence surrounded her from above, closer, and closer until the proximity was in range for an, infectual touch. The spread of digits over closeted hips leading the flush down her spine, as the accentuation of undeniable masculinity found the pillow of her rear. Essentially, what she wore was the standard navy blue, one-piece utility suit. The layer of Nth metal plating only acting as a reinforced armour around shoulders, thighs, and as a bullet-proof vest. He wouldn't need much imagination to determine the plum of her sweeping buttocks therefore. She should've accosted him, verbally and mentally for breaking through her personal circle like this. If she had her mace, Shayera would've made sure it knocked some sense through to his skull. Or would she? Instead of violent thoughts, her body wanted to betray rationality. All it would take, was the twist of her body to face him, eye to eye, pelvis to pelvis. Then, she would be home.<br><br>Shayera quickly shook those alien thoughts from the betrayal of her mind. <em>Sorry</em>? "You will be," she snapped in a low tone. Keep it professional, she warned herself. Obviously it had to be just his undeniably attractive features that were prickling against her firm guard. It had to be nothing more than the roguish, 'bad boy' appeal that so many females had an acquired taste for…including Shayera. She frowned, reminding herself that only a few minutes ago, he had treated her like his private secretary. Not a fellow soldier. As far as first impressions went, she’d be holding that against him.<br><br>&nbsp;Now what was he talking about? Before? Before what? She had to focus. With the single flap of her wings, Shayera raced slightly ahead of him. The only purpose was so she could then halt mid-air infront of him, creating an efficient road block. Her body straight so that she was mostly 'standing'. She acted exactly as she saw fit, never holding back. Since a strong part of her wanted to grab a fistful of his shirt and drag him towards her, she did just that. An aggressive re-enforcement of her words, as eyes bore directly into his own.<br><br>"This mission...I won't even begin to explain how much more important it is, than whatever these fresh games you're trying to pull are.” Her grip loosened. “Now, is this doc' of yours upside, or downside?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 05:09:16</strong>
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				It was rather difficult for Katar to concentrate on the mission at hand.&nbsp; He had a myriad of questions that needed answering, and none of them began or ended with a strange doctor in an industrial megacomplex on this far-sided planet in the Polaris Galaxy.&nbsp; In fact, none of them even concerned Katar Hol; not his personal dislike for Thanagarian expansionism, not his views on segregation and apartheid.&nbsp; No, the cloud cities that dominated the skies and the dark undercurrents that sweltered in the shadows of those floating megalopolises no longer drew his ire, because all Katar could think of was how blissfully in love he had been for the last two millennia and how doomed it all was.&nbsp; Shayera.&nbsp; A name that seemed fitting to the fiery personality inherited by an exhaustible shell that contained the beautiful spirit of his true love.<br><br>For a long moment after her words chimed in his ears, the quills of his large wings shifted with impatience.&nbsp; It seemed that he was waiting for her to realize something about him.&nbsp; No, that would be too precise a way of saying what he was feeling.&nbsp; It was true, he was waiting for her to recognize him.&nbsp; To realize that he was he, and that she was she, and that she had been his true lover a countless number of times.&nbsp; But this behavioral communication was possibly out of context.&nbsp; Think about the case, he was saying accidentally; draw your own conclusions.&nbsp; But conclusions to what exactly?&nbsp; Nothing!&nbsp; Katar realized now that he was being confusing, and now he felt a shade of embarrassment cross his face as he then placed his large, rough grip upon her collaring hand.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't have to squeeze for it to be forceful.&nbsp; Since the hand committed to clutching Shayera's palm belonged to Katar, it was in its nature to be powerful.<br><br>&nbsp;"...&nbsp; Shayera..." he said, testing out the name the same way a person does when they change their own names.&nbsp; &nbsp;"... It is funny how a name never truly strikes you as being perfect until you hear it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Birds of Prey  [Pearlruby and PhantomPistoleer]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 16:22:30</strong>
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				The same confusion laced with awkward reaction shrouded Shayera, as those alert and obviously dilated eyes from beneath her material mask, held onto Katar's. Those scarlet pillows slowly parted so that the shaky breath could escape from the prison of her lips, as his intruding hand gripped her own. The firm touch made her tingle, like ticklish sensations prickling down the pit of her stomach to her loins in a searing bolt of lightning. Thankfully, he would not see her flush from behind the metal shell. Without her really realising, for a brief moment, she welcomed the familiar closeness. Her thumb stroked across the fingers that plied her grip from his collar, until resting on the hard knuckle.<br><br>Where in Thanagar was this impulsive attraction coming from? What game was this he was playing? The energy that he radiated over her, seemed to lure the hawk woman closer. In the back of her mind, the remaining rationality left in her, poked around for a decent explanation. She had not drunk anything he'd offered to her, so she could not be drugged. Though, to be so close to him, told her otherwise. Perhaps it was his scent? Maybe some new, very deadly, airborne intoxication, as she found that being enveloped within his domineering presence rendered her...the right word was hard to fathom. Disabled? Her wings barely flapped, serving only to keep her aloft and in his possessive grip. <br><br>This was the last thing Shayera could want: to be attracted to her superior work colleague. It felt like his words sucked all the moisture from her, and so her lips pursed together again so that the tip of her tongue could sweeten them with a natural gloss once more. Shayera swore she preferred the pig she'd met in the sty of an office, rather than this doting gentleman. The previous was easier to handle with her sharp, witty tongue.<br><br>"<em>Later</em>," she finally managed to utter with more controlled breath, hoping to all the deities she knew of, that he would release her from this spell. As if offering him an iota of hope; crimson corners lifted, but only she knew the true agenda to her simple word. If he wanted to play games, then fine. But not on duty, and not without her being the dictator of where and when. A public display could ruin her entirely.&nbsp; 
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