We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 03:44:25</strong>
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				Sirens blared in the police station, dozens of dispatchers trying to co-ordinate dozens upon dozens of officers to the sight of a bank robbery in progress. The scene was chaotic, police cars pulled out of the station as officers dressed up in SWAT armor and piled into armored vans. The scene across town at the bank wasn't much better. Some twenty cars lined up in front of the bank, creating a mobile roadblock for the robbers, barring their escape. Unfortunatly, the bank was not being robbed by the kind of criminal that would be foiled by mear police blockades.<br><br>The door was forced open by several Metro Police Department officers ejected from the bank into the concrete outside. Walking out just behind the officers was a large stone golem, bags of money on it's shoulders.<br><br>"Thanks for the payday advance, boys and girls!" A female voice called back into the bank. Stepping out beside the stone golem was a rather attractive female Supervillain (http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t297/XenoGuy/SACos.png). "And thank you, Brick, for your gratious assist." She petted the stone golem, who seemed to purr at her touch. Staring at the police cars, she smiled. "Oh, look here, Brick. MPD came to play!"<br><br>"Sailor Apocalypse!" One officer called, leveling his gun at her. "Surrender the money and come quietly!"<br><br>"Always the same with these yokels. 'Surrender the money, surrender the money' blah blah blah, damn broken record!" Stomping the ground with her foot, she sent a few police cars into the air, making an exit for her. "Lemme know when a cute Superheroine comes to save the day boys!" She remembered the Fire Flower vs Metro City case, and it's outcome. She knew only a female hero could try to stop her, and she was going to milk it for everything she could.
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 04:20:17</strong>
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				Giselle Blount sprang from the couch as soon as the police scanner crackled to manic life announcing the attack on Metro City Bank. She turned and was out the open window before she could give the queerness of what she'd been doing just a moment before any more thought. <br><br>If she had, she'd probably have depressed herself. Lazing around on the couch in tights that were three sizes too small and a cape? Really? She'd done it for months, it was really the only way to be actually ready - the police would usually call her on the satellite phone they'd given her, but they nearly always tried to make a go of things on their own before calling her. Far, far too many officers had lost their lives because of Metro City Police Department's stubbornness. <br><br>A handful of iron fire escape allowed her to swing her lithe form all the way to the roof of her brownstone in one swift motion, one she'd executed flawlessly hundreds of times now. She paused only to press the black mask over her eyes - always paranoid that it would come off, though the binding agent she'd used never let it - she figured the time she didn't check would be the time that it would. After that she launched herself from building to building in long easy bounds. <br><br>She knew the route to the bank like the back of her hand. Since she'd started protecting Metro City, it had never been successfully robbed, and she didn't intend to let that statistic change. She just hoped she could make it there in time...The very thought quickened her heart and her steps, amazingly enough. <br><br>By the time she made it to the square, it was only about half a minute later and she launched herself high, pulling off one of the dives she'd perfected on her highschool gymnastics team. She landed it perfectly, remaining kneeling in the small crater her landing left in the pavement as she always did. She found it intimidated her opponents to rise slowly from the crater, to let them know that the Blonde Bombshell (http://www.desiwalls.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/blond-bombshell.jpg) had arrived...
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 04:36:13</strong>
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				The crater forming in the ground caught Sailor Apocalypse off guard. "Brick, dear... guard the money." The golem absorbed the bags of money into it's chest, and collapsed into a sitting position, guarding the bags as instructed. "Who do we have here? A Super Hero I've not met yet? Should I bother stating Fire Flower vs Metro City?" She peered into the crater, looking at a very attractive, blonde super hero. "Oh, hello." She smiled, taking a step back. "Hello indeed, cutie pie. Where have you been my whole life. We haven't met. I am the Sailor Suited Soldier of Chaos and Destruction, Sailor Apocalypse. You may call me... Sailor Apocalypse." Her wings twitched in the stiff wind whipping between the buildings.<br><br>"So, it looks like Metro PD got smart. A female super hero for a female super villain." Supreme Court Case Number 111438-21, the case of Fire Flower vs. Metro City. Two years ago, a Super Villain named Fire Flower attempted to rob the very same back Sailor Apocalypse now robbed. However, her entrance and recovery of the money was slow, giving MPD enough time to arrive on scene, with about four heroes. Outnumbered and outgunned, Fire Flower tried to hide some of the money in her costume, more specifically, her bra and underwear. Of course, this attempt at hiding the money was picked up on the bank's surveylance system, and when she left, one of the heroes, a rather young upstart named Quickflash, threw Fire Flower to the ground and pulled her costume off to get the money. Needless to say, the tabloids had a field day, Fire Flower sued Metro City and won. Now, male heroes are not allowed to respond to female super villains, and female heroes are not allowed to respond to male super villains. Considering how few female super heroes there were, and the ones that were were often busy, Sailor Apocalypse decided to cause a little havoc.<br><br>"What's you're name, cutie pie? Or do I get to call you Sugar?"
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 04:56:07</strong>
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				Great, a womanizing Super Villain. That was all Giselle needed. Her face was flushed from the journey in - or slight embararrassment at the forwardness of the clearly lesbian Super Villain would have shown quite a bit more. As it was, her double D cup breasts heaved with the exertion she had put forth to get here. She slowly rose to her full height, still far below the Villain that had just declared herself Sailor Apocalypse. <br><br>She shook her hair out of her face, tilting her head back to let her determined blue eyes lock onto the eyes of her opponent. "I'll tell you what they call me, just so you can know who put you away." After a few long seconds, once her breathing had calmed considerably, she continued. "I'm the Blonde Bombshell." <br><br>With that, Giselle Blount launched herself from the crater at Sailor Apocolypse fist first. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 05:03:08</strong>
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				Raising a hand, a shield of pure rock formed between the super hero and the villain. The crash of the hero's fist to the stone shattered the shield, but provided Sailor Apocalypse a chance to dodge. "Look at that!" She smiled, chuckling a little. "This girlie's got some spunk! I love it! But I'm afraid you're out of your league, girlie! I'm Sailor Apocalypse! The very earth at your feet heeds my every command! Gravity bends at my will! Fire and frost alike fear me!" The wings on her back flapped a few times, granting her levitation off the ground. "Let's see how you fair, when what you fight to protect, FIGHTS YOU!" She raised her hands over her head and shouted clearly.<br><br>"Apocalypse Grasping Claw! Slash!" Slamming her fist into the ground, a fissure raced towards Blond Bombshell, a stone hand exploding from the earth before her, reaching for the hero.
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 05:36:18</strong>
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				Caught completely off guard by the wall of stone that appeared nearly instantly, Giselle planted her foot on the side of the crater as her hand shattered the thin rock wall like an oversized mirror. With a soft grunt - she launched herself away from Sailor Apocalypse to leap out of the crater. <br><br>Giselle ended up leaping directly into the stone hand the maneuver had left her so unaware of. it promptly closed around her, easily capturing her within its grasp. Her eyes widened and she fought a bit, but she would need to actually compose her core to break the solid stone that now held her. <br><br>For the moment, she feigned weakness, appearing to struggle mightily, putting her whole form into writhing and wiggling about, kicking her legs as if futilely. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 05:59:41</strong>
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				Sailor Apocalypse stood staring at the hero. She was either very weak, or had something planned. Oh, wait... no, she saw this before. With a flick of her wrist, she cause the hand to return to the ground. "Fool me once, shame on you." She muttered, remembering all too soon the last one who did the whole 'feign weakness' routine. "You clearly have more strength then you'd like me to believe. You're holding out on me. I love it when they play hard to get." The sounds of a helicopter in the air interrupted her. "Oh, but I have to go. Look at that." Before Bombshell could recover from being released, Sailor Apocalypse hovered over towards her, her hands encased in stone. Planting the stone hands on the girl's shoulders, she smiled.<br><br>"I like you, girl. You've got a lot of pizzazz. Keep up this kind of work, and I might just find myself calling you a nemisis." Restraining Bombshell, she planted a kiss on her forehead, the extra sticky black lipstick staying like tar on her forehead. "Ta darling."<br><br>"Come on, Sailor Apocalypse! We're booked by the hour!" A male voice called above her from the copter.<br><br>"Hold your horses, Blast Furnace! I'm coming!" She turned back to Bombshell. "Men, you know. Ta." She turned to the golem, giving him the 'give it' motion. The golem tossed her the bags, and she took off into the Helicopter in a giant leap, the golem simply dissolving into nothing.
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 08:46:39</strong>
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				The strangeness of the whole situation kept Giselle from really doing anything to take advantage of the fact that Sailor Apocalypse had just released her. She had been beginning to gather up her strength and then she was free. She stood there dumbfounded for the moment, until Sailor Apocalypse had jumped to freedom - and knew immediately that she didn't want to pursue the Villain. <br><br>She'd never put forth an effort this embarrassing - and she could feel the eyes of nearly the entire police force of Metro City upon her, waiting for her to do something about the situation. This time, she didn't have the answer. When the supers representative rushed in as the helicopter drifted off into the distance - taking her adrenaline rush with it, she turned away from him and leapt from the square before the veritable horde of reporters could surge past the police barricades that had been meant to hold them back. <br><br>The trip back home was a lot slower, as Giselle racked her brain as to why she had simply drawn a blank like that. It simply wasn't like her. She was a Hero of action, she always knew what to do, damn it! The only thing she knew now though was that she wasn't going out again tonight. At least not as the Blonde Bombshell. No, she would go get a drink. Hell, maybe she'd get laid.&nbsp; <br><br>She slunk back into her apartment and stripped in a matter of moments. What took a while was deciding what to throw back on. Finally she decided on a sheer little skirt, which covered so much less than the spandex she'd just taken off had. She shifted in front of the mirror, smoothing out the skirt over her belly softly. <br><br>"Yeah." She knew she looked hot in this skirt. It was time to go out. Rather than go out to an average bar though, she decided in the elevator on the way down her building that she'd visit the Garden. She'd discovered the bondage bar several months after she'd arrived in Metro City, and she had no way why she felt so drawn to it. Perhaps it was the skin tight clothing most of the patrons wore, something familiar. Perhaps watching others feel powerless...imagining herself able to give up control for a little bit...<br><br>She shook her head as the elevator doors sprung open on the ground floor of her building. She supposed it didn't really matter why she enjoyed the Garden, it would simply be where she was going tonight. A few long strides and she passed through the revolving doors of her building and out into the chill of the new night...
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 21:15:32</strong>
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				"One-hundred and one thousand... one-hundred and two thousand... one-hundred and three thousand..." Her voice droned in the apartment building as she counted the ill-begotten gains of the night. Feet on the table, chair tilted back on two legs, the attractive red haired Sera Fields (http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t297/XenoGuy/SAreg.png) smiled to herself. "One-hundred and five thousand... per bag. Nice." She gave a quick count of the bags. Four times a hundred five. Four-hundred and twenty thousand dollars. Should be able to pay rent this month.<br><br>"Beautiful!" She announced, taking a few hundred dollars and stuffing them in the pockets of her jeans. A little something for tonight. Tossing the rest of the money in the safe she had installed under her bed, she sighed, happy of a job well done.<br><br>"Sera! I'm back." A female voice called from the front.<br><br>"Hey, Mary. How was work?" Sera asked, walking out. Her roomate, Mary Sun, smiled to her.<br><br>"Hard, but honest work." She stripped off the lab coat she wore, throwing it on the coat rack. "How about you?"<br><br>"Oh, you know. Uneventful. Watched TV. Fixed the neighborgirl's showerhead. Not much today, really." She lied. "Got enough for my half of the rent, by the way. Put it with the rest."<br><br>"Oh, you're a doll. Thank you." She checked the envelope behind the TV, counting the money there. "Yep! Everything's here. Thank you Sera."<br><br>"No problem. I'm gonna head out for a bit, alright? Probably hit a bar or something." She opened the door, then paused. "Dishwasher's been run, clothes in the washer need to be put in the dryer, and I watered your plants for you." She finished.<br><br>"Thank you, Sera! You're so nice to me."<br><br>"What can I say? The earth can't revolve around me." She gave a little smirk as she stepped out. Pressing the elevator button, she pondered what to do that night. There was that bondage club that she found not to long ago. Seemed promising. She thought it would be a nice change of pace from the usual 'dinner, movie, and random robbery' she usually did at night.<br><br>The night air was cool, playing joyfully at her hair and jacket. She loved the night. It was calm and beautiful, unlike the muddled chaos of the day, and everything that brought. Lost deep in thought, it wasn't long before the Garden was in view. Cheerfully paying the cover charge, she stepped in and took a look around. Several patrons walked about in tight leather outfits, and some of the wardrobes the servers wore could be described as minimalistic at best. She took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, served by a cute girl in chains and nipple tape. Taking a sip of the offered beer, she had high hopes for tonight. She made the most of the first few minutes watching the people come in.
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 05:55:21</strong>
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				The familiar chill of night was a bit heavier on this particular night, and the tiny number Giselle had slipped into didn't offer anything in the way of help with that issue. It was just cold enough for her to see her breath issue away from her, and she redoubled her current pace, letting the staccato clack of her four inch stilettos echo through her thoughts, driving out the nagging doubt that still remained there. <br><br>It was far easier to simply stare down at the pavement as she strode forth towards her destination and watch her shapely legs draw her to where she would be from than it was to think about earlier. By the time she arrived at the club, its flashing neon lights were a very welcoming sight. All of the considerable skin that was exposed upon her body was raised in goose bumps, and her entire form shook with the chill that had seemingly drifted into her very bones. <br><br>As she normally did, Giselle shifted into the side alleyway that skirted the club, leaving its neon facade for others. The first night that she'd gone to the club, she'd cozied up to the bartender - and she'd shown her the side entrance that a lot of regulars used to avoid paying the somewhat exorbitant cover charge the club kept trolls out by implementing. The club's owner, according to the bar tender at least, wanted to keep a lot of the seedier elements out of the club, and the cover charge seemed to help with that, as very few had been kicked out since it had been implemented. <br><br>She rapped on the great solid steel security door the little ditty that the bartender had shown her and within a second or two, Haas, one of the clubs sturdy bouncers, hefted the door open with an inviting smile. <br><br>"Ah, Giselle..." He began, his big blue eyes roving over her form. "...as usual, dressed to take someone home. Perhaps if you don't find someone to your liking..." He let the sentence trail off as he extended his great tree trunk of an arm to gesture her past him, the thick leather of his jacket creaking with the effort of it and bringing the great door shut behind them. <br><br>Instead of responding to the wink that followed the proposition, Giselle shot him a sheepish smile and sidled on past, reaching up to tap him on the forehead softly before she headed past the stacks of assorted alcohol in the back hallway and made her own way onto the Garden's main floor. <br><br>As usual, the place was dimly lit, which let the floor lighting around the many performers accent their shows and made one able feel alone, if that was what one wanted - even amongst the usual seething mass of patrons at the place. Giselle had no intention of feeling alone tonight though, instead, she made a bee line straight for the rather oversized bar the place possessed, striding right up to the bartender and placing her hands on the edge of the bar proper, leaning over the mostly naked form of one of the patrons, currently hogtied, with his pear shaped form holding dozens of mixed drinks he undoubtedly wasnt allowed to spill as he made his circuit around the bar using only the muscles in his chest. They called that "The Slug," a rather appropriate name for it if Giselle had ever heard one. <br><br>"I'd like an October Revolution," Giselle began as Roxanne turned to return her grin, reaching into the bar already to get the Stolichnaya she knew she'd need for that drink. Tonight was going to be great, Giselle had decided it couldn't go any other way, or so she told herself as she let her tooth filled smile grow even larger...
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 06:06:26</strong>
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				"Ya know..." Sera muttered to the girl who just siddled up to the bar. "Those things can kill you." She continued, the woman having just ordered an October Revolution, a drink Sera tried once, and regretted every second of. "You'd be much better with a beer. At least when they kill you, it's pleasent. Most of the time." She took another sip from the bottle neck and shook her head, getting the bitter taste down.<br><br>"Of course, if you were looking for a way to stay alive longer, I suppose staying away from drink and women would be a start." She continued half conversing with the girl. "Of the two certainties of life, there is only one that both drink and women can drive you to when used in excess. While I leave the ultimate answer to you, I can tell you it's not taxes."<br><br>"And even then, are taxes really certain? Do we all pay taxes? Sure, of course we pay with money, but money comes and goes, it's material. Taxes of the psyche and soul, those are the true taxes they speak of. Sanity taxes the psyche, while carnal desires tax the soul."<br><br>"And even then, whose's to say what the soul even is? Does it truely guide our actions in life, or is it mearly the strings which are pulled by a higher power, to tell who succeeds and who fails the trials of life? Who's to say, certainly not I." Extending her hand to the woman, she smiled. "Sera Fields."
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 13:39:07</strong>
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				Giselle had barely just started enjoying her drink when the girl approached her. She was quite used to remaining anonymous until she did the approaching here, so she was naturally rather suspicious of the gesture. The other girl looked, and then ended up pontificating, as if she was utterly smashed. <br><br>Rather than answer the rather wordy question, Giselle simply smiled, taking the womans hand only long enough to proffer a rather curt handshake before gutting out. "Who knows such things. I'm Giselle." She swayed slightly to the rhythmic music playing in the club, casting her eyes about to take in the few performances going on to see if she was interested in anything, if only to have some reason to leave this particular bar if she needed to...
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 21:34:18</strong>
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				"Giselle?" Sera muttered, smiling. "Pretty name for a pretty face. I'm Sera. Sera Fields." She continued taking a drink from the bottle. "Sorry about the wordy intro, but I tend to expand my sentences a touch too much, hope I didn't scare you." She spoke as the bitter brew left her with a slightly sour taste in her mouth. "Didn't see you come in, so you must have been here a while, but then again..." She muttered, looking at the woman's eyes, and her unfailing posture. "You seem rather sober, so you can't have been here when I arrived. Know something I don't?" She smiled and waved it away. "Never mind. Some things are best left unanswered."<br><br>"So... are you a regular here, or are you a newcomer, like me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:32:22</strong>
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				"I'm a bit of both actually." Giselle answered the question directly, not afraid to do so since her answer was so vague at any rate. It was true enough, as she was rather new to the club - but acted like a regular because of her lucky connections. "I know a couple of people, and there's a back entrance one can use if you know just the right people." She smiled and nodded to Roxanne, raising her glass slightly to acknowledge the bartender's always ready smile before taking another swig of her drink. <br><br>She quaffed the rest of the drink in one swig, knowing the liquid warmth of the vodka would wash her day away faster than anything else, and then placed the empty on "The Slug's" back. Raising her hand to indicate she wanted another of the same, she shook her head as the Vodka began to do it's thing. One of the benefits of being a small girl, you got smashed fast. <br><br>"How new are you anyway?" Giselle smiled, leaning on the bar as she waited on Roxanne. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 06:31:18</strong>
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				"You're going to laugh, but... this is my first time here." Sera answered. "I've lived in the city for... oh..." She ran her hand through her hair once, thinking. "Ten years? Yea, since I was a little girl. My dad died when I was nine, and that was right after we moved here. So, yea. Ten years." She took another sip from the bottle, a slight pang in the back of her head causing her to look over the girl. <em>Why the hell does this chick look so familiar?</em> She asked herself, pushing it to the back of her mind for a time.<br><br>"So, what do you do to pay the bills? You look like a..." She studied the girl's light frame and build. "You look like a banker, or something."
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 06:47:04</strong>
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				Giselle did chuckle slightly that it was Sera's first time at the Garden, no wonder she was so wordy..."A banker?" Giselle's right eyebrow raised, and she moved to where her body was a bit further away from Sera, as if to challenge what she'd said. It was a bit insulting, actually - she was certainly nowhere near being staid enough to be a banker. <br><br>She figured the best way to dispel a thought like that was to inform the girl better, so she did. "No, i'm actually a computer programmer." She offered her easy smile again, accepting the drink Roxanne offered her easily and quaffing it in one smooth motion, gesturing for another. Being a computer programmer was a perfect cover for her, no one could say you didn't work at home, and Giselle certainly spent a helluva lot of time at home listening to the police scanner as it was...<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 06:57:19</strong>
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				"Computer programer, huh?" Sera mused, finishing the bottle and sliding it into the trash can at the end of the bar, but missing. "Whoops." She smiled. "So, tell me, Linux or Windows? Or..." She shuddered. "Mac?" This girl was lying. She could see it in her eyes, the way they darted about looking for answers. Sera knew she was lying, and she was going to rip the truth out of her one way or another.<br><br>"Because, lemme tell ya, my computer's going all screwy on me, and I could certainly use some help."
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 07:31:36</strong>
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				"Well..." Giselle began, taking up her third drink and this time taking a rather ginger sip, instead of quaffing it entirely, as she'd started to feel the vodka working on her knees as she spoke. "..I can code in any environment really, but I really don't like to type and tell." Still, perhaps she could help the girl with her computer, she had actually gotten her associates in computer programming.<br><br>"What's wrong with your computer though?" It was worth asking at least. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 07:42:47</strong>
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				"Don't suppose you happen to know what a Syntax Error is, do you?" She asked, pulling something out of her head. "Every time I try to access any file on the C drive, it keeps giving me a syntax error." She raised her hand and ordered another beer. "I've tried, ya know... defragging it... running Check Disk and Disk Clean up, nothing seems to work. I'm about to bash it with a hammer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 07:49:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A syntax error is when the computer either can't understand what you're asking for, or how you asked for it." Giselle replied easily. "They come up in programming a lot, one misplaced character and the whole program you're writing wont work at times." She gestured with her hands, mocking an explosion in front of herself. <br><br>"There could be all kinds of reasons why that's happening, but your computer should probably be fine." She finished off her drink, really enjoying the feel of the vodka as she gestured for another. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 07:57:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, she was good. She was go-oooo-od. "Well..." She spoke simply. "Looks like I'll have to reformat then. Thank you for the help." Sera was pretty handy with computers, and knew exactly what a syntax error was. She was testing Giselle, and she passed with flying damn colors. "'Nother question if you've got the time." She didn't even wait for her to answer before proceeding. "Supervillains. What are you opinions on Supervillains? Love 'em, hate 'em, indifferent."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 08:15:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Now that....thaaaaaat was a subject change. An unexpected one and very strange. Giselle automatically drew slightly away, her vision a bit blurry from all the vodka she'd consumed. What the hell coulda brought that up? Oh well, answering like a normal citizen could never go wrong.<br><br>"Well, I suppose I just wish I was one!" She grinned, enjoying the delicious irony of the answer. "All that power? No one to stop me from using it...at least, no one competent!" This was actually fun! 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 08:20:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, now she was just toying with her. Sera smiled. "Really? You don't really strike me as the Rabid Super Villain Fan Girl. You got a favorite? Hardrock Hallelujah? Dark Desire? Sailor Apocalypse, maybe?" Sera inwardly smiled. Leading this girl on was fun. "Ya know, I've always wanted to be a hero. All that respect you get from the adoring fans..." She mused. <em>Hero... Oh, wait... wait, wait wait...</em> It hit her. "Ever heard of Blonde Bombshell?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 08:29:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh i'm not a fan of Supervillains. I just think it would be awesome to be one. Most take what they do way too far. They end up hurting everyone with their antics. The heroes too for that matter. The whole business disgusts me, but i'd be lying if I said I wouldn't enjoy all the power either have..." She smiled, listening intently to Sera go on about wanting to be a Superhero. <br><br>She didn't bother responding to that, it sounded reflective anyway. She had to stop herself from raising an eyebrow when the girl brought up her alter ego however, another surprise. This girl was weird. She responded naturally, having heard others talk about her alter ego all the time. "Yeah. She's one of the worst of them. She causes all that destruction throwing things around like a child, and the people can think to do is admire her." She actually could summon up some disgust, though it was more for her performance earlier than the actual topic at hand..."Honestly, I wish she'd actually get good at what she does. I watched her fail to capture Sailor Apocalypse right before I came in! What a failure." She shook her head disapprovingly as she picked up her fourth drink, which had been sitting beside her for a short while now. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 16:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She tried, didn't she?" Sera muttered as a new drink arrived. "Really, regardless of what the police say, the only thing that counts in my book, is if someone tries. She was up against a..." She paused for a moment, trying to pick her words carefully. "Crafty foe. Sailor Apocalypse has weakenesses. Just like everyone else." She decided to drop a little hint. "For instance, I heard that she can fly, but becomes useless in the air. Something about needing contact with the earth for her powers to work."<br><br>"Of course, I don't really know if that's true or not, but hey, it's a start, right?" It was true. All of it. She couldn't do anything in the air, but she only left the ground when she needed to escape. And she could fly pretty fast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 08:35:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giselle grinned, her grin a bit more goofy than she'd intended..."Now how the hell would you know something like that...?" she asked, her eyes focusing through the haze of the vodka in her mind's eye. She still couldn't put a finger on how this girl was strange...but she certainly was. Definitely not the type that came to this place anyway...Way too social. Maybe she was targeting her for some kind of scam? Who the hell knows such things anyway...<br><br>"Either way, the Blonde Bombshell is supposed to be some sort of higher tier hero, or at least that's what the cops say on the news." She took another sip of her drink, leaning on the bar to prevent herself from leaning in any other direction more than she wanted to. "No, she's a...." She thought for a moment. "...a fraud!" She accented her point by pointing her finger at some unseen speck on the ceiling just as she finished her sentence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 15:02:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sera laughed at the girl's outburst. "A fraud, huh?" She muttered, taking another sip. "I assume you, of course, have some evidence to support this claim? Calling a super hero a fraud is a hell of an accusation." She spoke. "Don't let the police cheif hear you say that, or he might just arrest you."<br><br>"As to how I know what I know... I saw on the news that Sailor Apocalypse had a run in with the Crimson Wing a few weeks ago, and he just kept her in the air. She wasn't doing alot to defend herself, just dodging alot. I put two and two together. Really, it's not that hard to see." Sera looked over the girl. "And I think you've hard enough, girl. Why don't you put the booze down for now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 13:35:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh," Giselle went on, thoroughly blusterous now. "Let the fat bastard of a cop arrest me. Wouldn't be the first person's rights <em>he's</em> trampled on." Her face was contorted as if she had just seen the most distasteful thing she could conceive of, having just mentioned that. "I don't need any evidence any how, you can just look at the girl and tell she's a fraud! Of the Villains she's brought in, only one or two were actual higher tier Villains. She could have simply left the others out on the street and the city wouldn't really be that much worse for it!" <br><br>At the very mention of being cut off, Giselle found herself very defensive, eying the other woman like she'd just stabbed her best friend. "I think I know when i've had enough..." She said curtly, finishing what remained of her fourth drink and gestured for another, just to prove her point. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 01:36:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This girl was just out to get absolutely shit-faced and wasn't about to let anyone impede on her rights to be an idiot while doing it. Sera smiled, rightly amused by the girl. She was just her type, too, blonde, headstrong, and no light weight when it came to drinking. Maybe this GIselle girl could help her relieve all the pent up stress she's accrued as a villain.<br><br>"Hey... I don't know if you're that kind of girl... but they have rooms in the back, and I was wondering if you're looking for a date tonight. I'm kind of looking, and I have to admit... you've impressed me." As Giselle reached for her fifth drink, Sera placed her hand over Giselle's "What do you say?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 02:09:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The advance was completely unforeseen by Giselle, who hadn't given the possibility any thought with how focused she was on drinking away her woes. She didn't know what to think about it either. She'd never been with a woman, actually - she'd made out with friends at parties in college, and that sort of common cavorting about - but never anything more serious than that. She was surely as visibly taken aback as she was within her own thoughts. <br><br>"Well...I wasn't looking for anybody..." She trailed off, synapses firing about as fast as they possibly could under such stresses. She had intended to come her to be alone, to stew or drink until she couldn't stew any more. She found watching the shows soothing, especially while drunk...but she'd wanted to act on some of her desires for a while now...She didn't move to bring her drink up as insistently as she had been, and more than anything else she looked as uncertain as she was. <br><br>"I...I don't know." She got out, somehow. All of the sudden, she was very self conscious...She'd impressed the other woman? Was her dress THAT revealing?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 03:26:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know it's a bit strange, and I can't say if it's the low light in here playing tricks on me, but when we first started talking, you seemed... sad. Like you needed a friend more then anything in the world. Like you felt everyone was after you." She gave a honest sigh. "I kind of feel the same right now, and I thought we could just... make everything go away."<br><br>She gave a caring rub to the woman's hand. "Just you and I, letting the pains of this city's hectic life just... melt away." She continued. "No one will care... think about where we are..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 03:54:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sera had a point. Giselle knew she could use a good deal of sex, she hadn't bothered to have any recently - relying on masturbation...and it wasn't cutting it as much any more. In fact, it had started to mess with her every day life, she'd stopped and taken care of urges in restrooms in several restaurants and in a seedy truck stop because she'd needed to - just in the last week! <br><br>Still, she wasn't normally the type to even consider this, but she <em>was</em> here, in this place. Maybe the fact that she was here meant something. She raised up her glass suddenly, downing the whole thing as if the bottom of the glass held the answers she needed, and in the time it took her to swallow the alcohol, but before she set the glass down, she decided it was worth a try. <br><br>What the hell, now she just had to figure out what the other girl really wanted. She sat the glass on the bar and let her hand find one of Sera's taking hold of it softly, almost tentatively. "Alright, you lead the way." She'd at least see how all of this went! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 04:07:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It worked. Holy shit. Sera hid her surprise behind a sweet smile. Taking hold of Giselle's hand as if she were a porcelin doll, she stood. She looked at the scantly-clad bartender and spoke. "How much for one of the back rooms?" She asked with a slight downward inflection in her voice. The woman took a list from under the table.<br><br>"Only one vacant is the Forest Room. It's twenty an hour." Forest? Oh, this was beautiful. Sera took a fifty dollar bill from her pocket and threw it on the counter.<br><br>"Keep whatever's left." She muttered, leading Giselle by the hand to the ajar door. The large man standing by the rooms nodded to the girls.<br><br>"Before you enter, ladies, a few house rules. Rooms are charged hourly, you want more time, buy it. There's a red button by the door on the inside. If things get too wierd for either of you, pushing that will unlock the room for you early, and your money will be refunded to you. Rooms are sound-proof, so feel free to scream, moan, shout, whatever. Respect your partner, and have fun" Sera gave the man a nod and he smiled, letting them in. "Enjoy your time."<br><br>The Forest Room was just what it sounded like. It was doctored to look like the floor of a rainforest, with the lack of obvious critters and rain. The dirt on the ground was soft and thick, giving the feel of real earth. Oh, this was just too perfect. As the door was shut behind them, Sera heard it click locked. Releasing Giselle's hand, she turned to face her.<br><br>"I'll be honest, Giselle... I've got a few little... fetishes I would like to run by you... The first is... I'm mad about costume sex. I love being someone else..." She muttered. "And the second is... well, the reason I came here, is because I love tying people down... making them feel helpless without being helpless... Since we just met, I'll go easy..." She gave her an offer of her hand. "Ready?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 05:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giselle allowed Sera to lead her, surprising herself by letting herself fall into line behind her. She hadn't been aware of the back rooms before now, and she thought she'd been on top of things - so to speak. <br><br>The fifty surprised her, two and a half hours? Damn...She found herself already having second thoughts, her stomach flip-flopping upon itself with a sort of odd nervousness. She made sure to nod to the guy at the doors as he mentioned things, she'd seen him around the club before...but she couldn't quite remember where. Sound proof rooms? Sounded good to her!<br><br>When Giselle heard the click of the lock behind her, and Sera turned to face her - her stomach did a whole new series of flip flops, and she found herself swallowing, barely able to not wring her hands nervously. <br><br>She was genuinely surprised by the mention of a costume fetish...It struck a bit closer to home than she would have liked, but her head was floating a bit too much for her to think too much about that before Sera went on. Being tied down? She supposed that wouldn't hurt, she could always just break free if things got too outta hand...Her eyes were still cast to the ground when she responded though, something about this girl's forwardness made her defer to her. "I...I think so."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 06:06:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sera smiled. She'd turn that 'I guess' into a 'hell yea' in due time. Taking Giselle's hand one last time, she nudged her closer into an embrace, putting one hand behind her head, and the other around her waist. Before anything, it clicked.<br><br><em>Blond Bombshell</em>. Giselle WAS Bombshell! She could see it in her eyes! The same fire, the same passion! But most importantly, that same nervous glare she had given Sailor Apocalypse. She had tried to insult and downplay her alter ego the same way Sera had. It was a ruse to keep her off the trail. Her lips twisted into a smile as she kissed her gently, trying to play down what she knew. With the first kiss, she broke away. "Don't mind me, as I slip into something more comfortable..." She mused, stepping back.<br><br>From her pocket, she took out a small golden locket with a black Jet set in the middle. She gave a sadistic smile as she shouted: "Apocalypse Chaos Prisim Power! Make Up!"<br><br>Her leather jacket and black undershirt burned away, her black slacks seemed to crumble into dust. Her unpainted nails turned to a sour black as a similar-colord band of fire wrapped around her hands and arms, turning into armored gloves. Erupting from the soiled earth, another pair of fire-bands wrapped up her legs, turning into black armored stilletoes and fishnet stockings. Sprouting from her back came a pair of crystilized wings which folded around her torso, a cascade of stone falling around her chest and legs, turning into a black sailor suit and skirt. As a finishing touch, a jet-set tiara appeared on her head.<br><br>Before Giselle could react, Sailor Apocalypse lifted her leg. "Cataclysm!" She shouted, slamming her foot on the ground, the earth beneat Giselle scooping her up, and holding her in place. "Surpise, surprise, Bombshell!" She called, laughing.<br><br>"Oh, imagine my surprise when you walk in! Priceless, simply priceless!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 06:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giselle returned the kiss that Sera gave her a bit more actively than she would ever have normally - her hands roving over the other girl until she pulled away. The kiss left her a bit dazed, as if she was numb. She didn't suspect a thing, not until the earth wrapped around her body in that familiar grip from before this evening. <br><br>"Oh, come on!" She vented all the rage that she'd come to the garden to let go of all at once, her anger giving her the strength to simply tear right out of the somewhat soft earth that made up the floor of this room. In her skirt, she was at a slight disadvantage if they were about to fight - but she kicked her heels away anyway, setting her pissed off gaze upon Sailor Apocalypse, seething with rage. <br><br>"What is it that you want...Sera? I have a hard time believing you really want to fight." She kept her fists at the ready, just in case she was wrong, but she didn't want to come to blows. If they could just walk away from each other at this point, she'd be willing to call it even until another day. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 15:51:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fight you? Lord no!" She smiled, crossing her arms. "If I wanted to fight you, Giselle, I'd have done it right off the bat. I wouldn't have let you talk so much, and I certainly wouldn't have given you a hell of an advantage in said fight." She took Giselle's hand in her armored glove. "I wasn't lying about costume sex. It is a major turn on for me." She gave a little smile.<br><br>"Think of it like this, Giselle. It's just you and I tonight, and when everything's said and done, you can tell people... whatever you want. But you have to understand something." She gave the girl a hug, and a soft, genuine kiss. "I'm human, just like you. I'm not a mindless killing machine. I'm just like you. I have feeling for people, and especially for you. We all have needs, Giselle. I think you know this more then anyone."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 16:09:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Sera...or as she now knew her, Sailor Apocalypse, explained herself - Giselle found she had a point. They <em>were</em> treading in dangerous territory, for when more knew the secret identity of a super, it was just more to worry about either divulging that identity or becoming targets because of that knowledge. In this particular case, the danger was what a Super Villain would do with that knowledge. Now that the knowledge had been gained however, it certainly couldn't be taken back. <br><br>Much as Sera had said, Giselle had been quite lonely recently - her life as a Super Heroine taking precedence over nearly all else, especially a social life. The risk of consorting with each other could also yield benefits, as each had information about other supers that the other might need, though Giselle had no idea whether Sera would share such information or even if she herself would. The pesky thing about existing on another level of existence from the average citizenry was that you were alone, utterly alone. This often caused Heroes and Villains alike to develop strange behaviors, disrespectful to the general populace but deferential, even to ones enemies. After all, if you couldn't respect a strong adversary - who could you respect? <br><br>This same problem also led to abnormally strong relationships between Supers, as they were often all that each other could turn to for counsel or assistance. It wasn't unheard of for Heroes and Villains to develop such relationships, but they rarely - if ever, went well. <br><br>Giselle was thoroughly in the moment though, caught between her rage at herself, her mistrust for Sailor Apocalypse and her own thought processes. She relaxed her stance, bringing her hands down to her sides to let her fists unclench. "Alright." She said, quite begrudgingly, allowing Sera to approach and actually kiss her. While the Villain might be a consummate liar, there was no deception that Giselle could find within the kiss she placed upon her lips. Still, her mind fought her. She wanted to wrap her arms around Sera, but she kept them at her sides, going on herself. "Why me then? What's so special about me?" The question seemed introspective, almost rhetorical.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 19:00:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sera smiled, running her hand through Giselle's hair softly, slowly soaking in how it felt through the satin glove. "Think back, Giselle. The bank. You had all those eyes on you, so many people wanting you to stop me, because you were the only one who could at the time. They expected you to try your best and bring me in, or be brought down in the process. But what did you do? Nothing. Not because you were outmatched. Not because you didn't want to, it's because you couldn't."<br><br>"You're so special, because you're you. A strong-willed woman in a world ruled by men. In this world, where there are mundanes and supers... we as Meta Humans can't turn to normal mundanes for love and affection. It will only be returned to us with pain and suffering. We can only rely on people who are similar, the same. I've never hurt anyone, Giselle, and anyone who knows anything will tell you that. I live with a mundane girl who works at a hospital. She sees supers come through there all the time, battered and bruised, fighting for people who fear and hate them."<br><br>"How can we find love in a fear-filled world? We can't expect mundanes to change their minds about us supers. We'll always be here. And so will they. We co-exist through a fragile understanding. It's harder for you, though. You try to impress and save these people, and they repay you with loathing. Me.. people will always hate me, and I've accepted that...even embraced it."<br><br>"Giselle..." She droned, coming to a close, her hand rubbing her back idly, chest pressed against the other. "For this night, this one-night stand... don't think of us as Hero and Villain. Think that we are only two people, trudging knee deep through hell together, who need the company of each other's affections to keep going..." Placing another kiss on her lips, she whispered softly. "Please..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:06:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giselle wasn't remotely sure of what she wanted. She knew that she should just leave. Consorting with Villains was just one more thing that could destroy one's career as a Superheroine. Not only that, but this Sera - if that was her real name - was smart enough to figure out who she was out of costume. How could she know whether or not she was smart enough to hide some sort of plan from her? <br><br>Skepticism was all over Giselle's face, but it really didn't matter. Once she'd decided to come up into this room, or rather acknowledged that she'd wanted to, she'd set herself up to where it would really take a great deal of odd things to happen before she left. She didn't believe anything that came out of the other woman's mouth, except one tidbit, that she wanted her. <br><br>Tonight, that was all that really mattered - especially after today. Instead of answering her directly, Giselle let her slide up her costumed others back, getting a soft handful of the hair that hung there to ease the girls head back, her other hand sliding to Sera's side, as if the pair were dancing. Leaning in, Giselle wrapped her lips around Sera's right earlobe, suckling for a few seconds before she leaned down to nibble at the girls neck once...twice...and then her answer, "Alright." before returning to nibble here and there on the neck she'd just exposed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We All Have Needs {Xenolord and Decrepitdan}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 04:13:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sera felt the woman's lips on her neck, giving her a little nip a few times. Closing her eyes and letting her head roll about for a while, she smiled, moaning slightly. Under the silk sailor suit top Sera wore, her nipples began to harden from the pleasure. Interlacing her fingers with the hand Giselle had on her hip, Sera let out a soft, slow exhale. Then those words. "<em>Alright</em>" It was all she wanted to hear.<br><br>No Heroes.<br><br>No Villains.<br><br>Just two ragged, worn, and weary people who were looking for an out. A release from the stresses of their chosen paths. Sera folded the jagged, armored wings around her and Giselle, forming a protective shell encircling the two, seeming to shield them from time. Sera nuzzled Giselle's cheek with her nose a little, smiling.<br><br>"I knew our meeting was fate... That's all it could have been..." She slowly moved one hand to Giselle's shoulder, slipping the strap of her dress down, rubbing the softness of her skin. For a super, she managed to keep her figure so pristine. "I'm all yours tonight, love... tell me your wildest dreams... and I'll make them come true."
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