Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)
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				Title: <strong>Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 03:13:20</strong>
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				<em>She was standing at the water's edge, smelling the salt water and letting the breeze whip her hair and toss her light green sun-dress, laughing like a little child again.&nbsp; The seagulls argued overhead and the sun shone and the clear, clean blue sky stretched out to forever...</em><br><br>Until, with a start, she awoke to the empty ache in head and heart that told her once again that her dreams were the last bastion of happiness in her life.&nbsp; This she knew as surely as she knew her own name.&nbsp; But this was not her room.<br><br>Sitting upright, she quickly took stock of herself and her environment.&nbsp; She was wearing emerald green silk pajamas and lying on a comfortable bed, sheets and two light blankets peeled back as if to permit access, but she'd been on top of them.&nbsp; The other furnishings said 'hotel room' in no uncertain terms, but there was no window: only a ceiling fan that spun listlessly overhead and stirred the warm air.<br><br>What was going on?&nbsp; Where was this?&nbsp; Not Global Justice, certainly!&nbsp; Nor Drakken's lab, nor any other hideout she'd ever used.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 03:41:26</strong>
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				The woman gets up groggily and shakes her head trying to get a view of her surroundings.<br><br>"What in the world is going on," she says, "What has that crazy doctor did now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 04:25:28</strong>
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				Sadly, her question to the empty air brought not answers.<br><br>To one side of her queen-sized bed, she saw a small table with a lamp on it and a low chair beside it.&nbsp; Directly facing the foot of the bed was a long, low chest of drawers.&nbsp; On top of that, there was a small television and an ancient-looking bakelite phone with a rotary dial.&nbsp; To the left of these furnishings she saw a brief entryway with an open closet, then a door...<br><br>Classic motel room, circa 1965.&nbsp; The television was probably black and white, too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 22:34:01</strong>
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				"This is all too strange," thought the woman, "Drakken did you create another time machine?"&nbsp; She looks around to see if that is the case.<br><br>Looking around seeing nothing of use visibly she begins to look through the chest of drawers to find some better clothes then the one she had on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 00:13:37</strong>
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				There was nobody else in here, and no sign of Doctor Drakken.<br><br>A quick search of the drawers turned up a number of outfits, mostly in her favorite green and black (with a few exceptions).&nbsp; About the time she was gazing with amusement at a drawer of emerald green and charcol-black cotton undies, she heard the unmistakeable click and hum of the television turning itself on...<br><br>"Good morning, sunshine!"&nbsp; An older man's voice, too cheerful by half.&nbsp; "Just a few pointers for you before you begin your day."<br><br>The image before her, black and white and somewhat grainy, was that of a middle-aged man.&nbsp; Black haired, bearded, mustachioed, and looking vaguely like Omar Sharif...gabardine suit, wearing a noose instead of a tie.&nbsp; His accent was dry, pleasant, vaguely upper-class English.<br><br>"First, I'd like to welcome you to your new home.&nbsp; We're fairly sure you'll like it here.&nbsp; The weather is pleasant, the natives are quite interesting, and you never know what each day will bring.&nbsp; All in all, it's a wonderful place to settle for the time being!"<br><br>He paused.<br><br>"Just in case you decide otherwise, I ought to let you know that as far as the outside world knows, you are regrettably deceased, crushed under the ruins of Doctor Drakken's last stand.&nbsp; You may wish to think carefully before re-entering the world's eye.&nbsp; We in particular, having expended some effort to bring you here, safe and sound, would certainly feel upset.&nbsp; You understand, I hope."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 07:05:56</strong>
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				She looks through the drawers and then stops at the sound of the television being turned on and listens carefully.<br><br>Confused at the turn of events that has been given to her.<br><br>Thinking it was some sort of recording she listens while having an expression of anger and frustration.<br><br>What could have happened to cause Drakken to fall and how on earth could she not remember any of it?&nbsp; Where was she and what did they want to do with her.<br><br>Clinching her fists and covering it with the green energy that usually covers them she smashes a nearby lamp in anger.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 19:21:10</strong>
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				"There have been many changes in the world since you were out," the man continued.&nbsp; "So I shall sum up: everything you know is wrong.&nbsp; We have a contact waiting for you at a restaurant called Crab Legs, off the Ramble, Plaza of Flowers.&nbsp; You will find a map and other information of use in the next room, along with your operating budget and your papers."<br><br>He paused again, smiling into the camera.<br><br>"You have the use of this facility for as long as you wish, or you may inform your contact that you wish to establish yourself independently.&nbsp; We will render you whatever assistance we can, so long as it is practical and minor--no heads on plates.&nbsp; You have been granted a second chance.&nbsp; Good hunting."<br><br>The screen went blank, followed a moment later by the set switching itself off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 00:02:13</strong>
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				Many thoughts went through the woman's head wondering what in the world has happened and why she can't remember what has happened.<br><br>She gets out of the clothes she has on and puts on some black denim jeans and a green tank top.&nbsp; She walks out the door to head to wherever she was told to go.<br><br>Maybe she'll get some answers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 00:53:46</strong>
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				The next room contained a kitchenette, a small table, two folding chairs, and a tiny pantry off to one side.&nbsp; She found a satchel sitting on the kitchenette counter, and a quick examination showed a pair of maps--one of the island, the other of the city.&nbsp; The Plaza of Flowers was easy to find, as was the Ramble.&nbsp; She also found a small wad of $20 bills...<br><br>Stepping outside, she was greeted by warm afternoon sunshine, a pleasant breeze, and the ominous, rusty creaking of several windmills on the other side of a chain-link fence.<br><br>Ah.&nbsp; A landmark.<br><br>Another check of the map gave her a rough idea of where she was (near something called the Wind Farm) and where she was going if she wanted to meet this contact.&nbsp; Luckily, she also found a motor scooter parked next to the door.&nbsp; Not very stylish, but if it'd get her there...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 23:00:19</strong>
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				Deciding to use to the scooter she heads off to where she was told to go to.<br><br>Taking notes of the scenery and other items to be prepared should the occasion demand it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:32:17</strong>
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				A few minutes of jolting over gravel brought her to Victory Highway, and from there she descended into the city.&nbsp; Left on D'Aubainne Avenue, past an iron gallows in something called the Plaza of Justice (which sent a shiver up her spine), and another left on Offal Lane until she arrived in the hustle and bustle of the Plaza of Flowers.<br><br>Traffic wasn't too horrible, at least not for her tiny scooter, but the trip still took nearly half an hour for maybe fifteen kilometers...slow by any measure.&nbsp; The lack of clear traffic signals didn't help.<br><br>Still, here she was, on the Plaza of Flowers in mid afternoon, and the Ramble was easy enough to find.&nbsp; She even managed to find a parking spot right in front of the restaurant (by virtue of the fact that a tiny motor scooter could park on the sidewalk, if locked).<br><br>Crablegs looked like a decent enough little eatery, although the Top Pop 40 danceable electronica coming from inside was a bit unusual.&nbsp; Entering, she found the reason for the music: an underdressed woman was gyrating around a pole set in a stage on the far side of the restaurant!&nbsp; By the time this fully registered, a smiling young man, clean cut and neatly dressed, approached her.<br><br>"One for lunch, mademoiselle?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 04:33:04</strong>
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				"One for now I am expecting a <em>friend</em> to arrive today," she replies as looks around in surprise at what is going on and would expect a place like this to be ran by Senor Senior Junior if his father were to die.<br><br>She chuckles at the fact, but then sighs knowing that could have happened already and she shouldn't test her luck as it has dealt a bad hand lately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 05:12:44</strong>
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				"Ah, you are expected!&nbsp; Please, this way."<br><br>The smiling young man lead her back toward the stage, past several shocked and scandalized tourists who are, of course, taking every opportunity to burn the wanton display of womanly flesh into their minds.&nbsp; She, of course, idly noted that she'd seen better dancers, certainly better looking ones, and that the woman on stage seemed bored more than bothered by the attention.<br><br>Her destination, at least for the moment, was a booth currently occupied by a weaselly little man who reminded her instantly of Mister Pink in Reservoir Dogs: sunglasses, black suit, white shirt, narrow black noose in lieu of a necktie.&nbsp; He was facing away from the dancer, poking idly at the shaved ice in his drink with a straw and idly looking over the menu.&nbsp; He looked up as she approached and flashed a quick and tight smile at her.<br><br>"Hey, you made it!&nbsp; Please, have a seat.&nbsp; Want anything to drink?"&nbsp; He gestured to her escort.&nbsp; "Get the lady her drink, would you?&nbsp; And a menu."<br><br>Then he indicated the seat opposite.<br><br>"Here.&nbsp; We've got a lot to talk about and not much time.&nbsp; Sorry about the scenery.&nbsp; They normally stop this stuff an hour ago, but the Shriners over yonder wanted extra innings."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 05:28:22</strong>
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				She observes the scenery and just laughs at the attempts that these women make to make themselves look appealing, she herself could do a better job.<br><br>Glancing at the man she was introduced to as she takes a seat in the booth.<br><br>"Yeah we got a lot to talk about," she says with an irritated tone, "Such as where are we, when are we is another that comes to mind too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 05:34:20</strong>
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				He laughed and nodded.<br><br>"Having a little trouble getting your bearings, huh?&nbsp; I know how that goes.&nbsp; How long have you been awake?&nbsp; 'Cause I bet you had a chat with Mister Leave It To Beaver, and he wasn't exactly forthcoming with the four one one."<br><br>He waved to a passing waitress.<br><br>"Hungry?&nbsp; They do pretty good crab, here.&nbsp; Kind of spicy, though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:46:29</strong>
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				"About an hour or so" she replies, "And yeah he wasn't too descriptive with everything."<br><br>Her stomach growls a bit when he mentions food.<br><br>"Yeah some food would be nice seeing how I don't know how long I've been out," she replies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 05:16:41</strong>
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				"About eight months, give or take," Mister Pink shrugged.&nbsp; When the waitress came over (pretty, maybe twenty, rather pneumatic with multiple visible piercings and purple hair) he ordered for the both of them--something that by the sound of it was pretty safe--and smiled at her.<br><br>"What do you want to drink?"<br><br>That settled, the waitress gone again, he returned to business at hand.<br><br>"I'll start with the basics.&nbsp; While you were out, there was a really bad year for the flu.&nbsp; Your old boss is dead, along with that klutzy kid who used to pal around with your arch-nemesis.&nbsp; Motor Ed got his in a fifty-car pileup near Los Angeles.&nbsp; A certain simian-loving prof is a permanent resident under psych eval.&nbsp; And dear old Gee Jay got shut down.&nbsp; So everything you knew is a bit out of date."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 16:32:51</strong>
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				She blinked a few times at how long she was out, not because it was that long, but because it was that short.&nbsp; Once that is done she listens to what was ordered and then orders her drink.<br><br>"Bring something hard and cold to drink," she says to the waitress.<br><br>"Okay so a few old allies or enemies are dead or in the ward," Shego replies, "And now that you have mention her what ever did happen Possible after that idiot died?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 16:04:54</strong>
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				"Ah, well, it's more complicated than that.&nbsp; You've been out for only eight months, but you've <em>lost</em> a couple of years."&nbsp; he shrugged.&nbsp; "No telling how many years, either, but it's between two and five someplace.&nbsp; So...not only have a few of your old associates gone down for the last time, anyone you meet is going to be a bit different.&nbsp; Older.&nbsp; Changed."<br><br>He fiddles with his fork for a moment.<br><br>"Ah, yes, the Possibles.&nbsp; You're asking about Kimberly Ann Possible, I believe?&nbsp; Agent Possible was permanently released from duty following the dissolution of Gee Jay.&nbsp; Nobody's picked her up since.&nbsp; Funny thing, that.&nbsp; As good as she was at her job, as many people give her credit for so many sweeping acts of heroism, all rewarded by the sudden and pitiless drop into the recycle bin of life..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 04:38:06</strong>
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				Eyes growing wider at the fact that has grown younger while everyone else has grown older.&nbsp; She was wondering why she had a bigger spring in her step and why she felt she had a slight amount of more energy.<br><br>"So I guess that Drakken's death gave me the reward of owing me the years I lost working for him," she said with a sarcastic tone in her voice.<br><br>She then listens to what the man said about Possible and then frowned at what happened to her.&nbsp; Shego never got the chance to take Possible down personally and she somehow doubt she would get the chance to do so either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 04:48:37</strong>
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				"Anyway, here you are, with about five hundred bucks in your pocket and the chance to wander around this charming district to your heart's content.&nbsp; Try not to break anything, okay?"<br><br>Mister Pink smirked at her.&nbsp; He was about to say more, but the waitress returned with their meals and Shego's drink.<br><br>"Funny thing about this island," he said, cracking open one crab leg.&nbsp; "You never know who you'll meet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 04:58:02</strong>
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				"Really now," she replies with an eyebrow raised at what was told her about the money.<br><br>And as the man was about to speak up again she spots the waitress with their meals and her drink too.<br><br>She starts to crack open a crab leg too as he says the latest words.<br><br>"What are the dead going to rise from their graves and eat my brains," she says jokingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 05:04:02</strong>
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				"Mmmm, nope.&nbsp; No zombies around here.&nbsp; Or at least, no more than usual."&nbsp; He grinned.&nbsp; The expression, if it was meant to reassure her, didn't.&nbsp; He looked feral rather than cheerful.<br><br>"So have your crab legs, don't ogle the dancer, and enjoy a bit of the local color.&nbsp; Hell, you can even go get a drink at Sad Mary's, but today's Stripper Day, and unless you like girls you might find the current talent a bit distracting.&nbsp; You remember how to get back to your new home away from Nome and Rome, so all you really have to do is keep your nose clean, your head down, and wait for further instructions.&nbsp; Easy, see?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 05:20:41</strong>
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				She laughed a bit at the words as she eats some crab legs.<br><br>She listens to what he has to say and simply smiles.<br><br>Before he leaves she speaks up, "So I have one more question before you decide to leave, why did you guys save my life?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 05:37:18</strong>
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				"Ah, the sixty-four thousand dollar question!"<br><br>He brightened up, his grin this time far less feral than before.<br><br>"If I had an answer for you, you'd get it.&nbsp; My assumption is that someone, somewhere, thinks you will be of use to their plans.&nbsp; But then, that's my stock answer for just about every possible situation...if you'll pardon the expression.&nbsp; As for who..."<br><br>He shrugged helplessly.<br><br>"All I know is, they saved my bacon, too.&nbsp; For what little it's worth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 05:51:48</strong>
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				Sighing she drinks the beverage she has ordered and swallows it roughly.<br><br>"Well, that was a useless question," she said angrily, "I do know my way home so if you don't mind I'd like to be left alone if there isn't anything else that needs to be taken care of."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 14:42:49</strong>
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				"Not quite useless.&nbsp; I mean, I could have lied through my teeth, right?&nbsp; But our boss wants us to trust each other, for a given value of trust.&nbsp; No snow jobs, no bullshit cover stories.&nbsp; It's a novel experience for us both, I bet."<br><br>He laughed softly, a high pitched snigger that reminded her of a hyena...or a coyote.<br><br>"Besides, you're getting lunch out of it.&nbsp; Company's picking up the tab today, and this beats take-out any day of the week.&nbsp; Anyway, Mister Cardigan and Pipe...he's our boss.&nbsp; If I knew exactly who he was, I'd give you more."<br><br>He drained his own drink in one last gulp and tossed two fifty dollar bills on the table.<br><br>"One last bit of free info your way before I scram.&nbsp; We used to be on the same side, against the likes of Gee Jay.&nbsp; Only I didn't get to play with the big leagues.&nbsp; I played with honest businessmen instead.&nbsp; Get my drift?&nbsp; I was in Accounts Payable.&nbsp; Fun times.&nbsp; See you 'round, baby."<br><br>He winked and slid out of his seat, leaving her to her highly spicy crab legs and beer.&nbsp; After a moment, she noticed that he'd left his cell phone behind.&nbsp; Or, at least, <em>a</em> cell phone.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 04:34:03</strong>
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				She listens to him and nods as she finishes her meal and drink.<br><br>"Well thanks for the info," she replied not caring who he was as long as he was gone, she needed time to think about what was going on.<br><br>She finished up what was left of the meal and then took the phone without a word and left and went to Sad Mary's despite it being stripper day.<br><br>She went to the ladies' room and went into a stall in which she could look at the phone in private.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 04:52:41</strong>
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				Sad Mary's Bar and Girl was easy enough to find--she'd passed it on the way to Crablegs.&nbsp; It was busier in here than she'd expect for this time of day, but then this place was a bit different than any other city she'd ever been in, and the party never quite seemed to end...<br><br>The strippers were cute, of course, but she had other things to worry about right at the moment and paid them little mind as she wove her way through the crowd.<br><br>In the bathroom, she got a few moments to examine the cell phone.&nbsp; It looked completely normal, like a generic go-phone.&nbsp; So generic, in fact, that the usual logos were missing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:04:30</strong>
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				She decides to keep the phone for the time-being as she steps out of the bathroom to get another drink of alcohol while watching the women.&nbsp; She has had her fair share of dealing with men at the moment.&nbsp; Most in particular Drakken.<br><br>Shego wasn't sure whether to be glad he was dead or saddened at the loss, there were times when his company was enjoyable despite his lack of polish as a villain and many of his mundane reasons to create different "doomsday" weapons.<br><br>And then there was Possible, her rivalry with her have most likely came to an end now seeing that she may not get the chance to have one last battle with her.<br><br>She drank a shot of whiskey that she ordered up and simply thought of all that has happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:09:16</strong>
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				Suddenly, though a break in the crowd, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face...<br><br><em>Possible</em>.<br><br>Oh, the Princess's hair was shorter, now, and there was a hint of a tattoo one one arm, maybe a nose ring as well, but the red-haired woman down at the other end of the bar was definitely little Kimmie Possible, Girl Scout and Pain in the Ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:11:38</strong>
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				Shego saw the woman and thinking of it as a stroke of luck she walked up to Possible and tapped her on the shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:20:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman...Kim...turned to face her, and Shego could tell that the red-head was a sheet or two to the wind already.&nbsp; She blinked and tried to focus on Shego's face for a moment, blushed, and turned away.<br><br>"'M'kay, I've had enough f'r t'day," she mumbled.&nbsp; "'M seein' ghosts..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:26:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego sighed at Possible's condition.<br><br>"Dang you're washed out Possible," she said to her depressingly, "And no, you aren't seeing ghosts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:28:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gotta be," the young woman blushed.&nbsp; "Y'r dead..."<br><br>Her eyes wandered uneasily across Shego's face, then down her body and back up to her face.<br><br>"Gotta be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:44:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slaps her in the face.<br><br>"Do the dead slap people in the face," she asks Possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:47:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim recoiled, almost dropping her glass, tears welling up in her suddenly fearful emerald eyes.<br><br>"Hey," the bartender said to Shego as he carefully rescued Kim's glass.&nbsp; "Take it outside, okay? You wanna hit your girl, be our guest, but not in here.&nbsp; Please."<br><br>Shego became distantly aware of one of the bouncers moving in their direction--not yet intervening, but clearly keeping an eye on them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:55:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My apologies on the slight commotion," she said knowing full well her new "employers" would not be pleased if she made a huge commotion on the first day, "We'll be leaving today.&nbsp; Whats the cost for some before I leave I think she might need it."&nbsp; Pointing to Possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:57:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She's already paid up," the bartender shrugged.&nbsp; "Cash up front."<br><br>He waved the bouncer off, leaving Shego free to drag the disoriented and confused red-head out into the late afternoon sunshine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 22:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took Possible with her out of the bar and placed her on a nearby bench.<br><br>Possible was really out of it and well she will have more information about what has happened since her "death" and so decided to call for a taxi to take her back to where she awakened too.<br><br><em>Possible could be of use to me later on and having her owe me or to have something against her would be good to have,</em> thought the woman as the taxi pulls up.<br><br>She pays the man for the fare to get her and the redhead to her place and then waited for the cab to go along.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 22:26:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim tried to pull away a couple of times, but couldn't quite manage to focus enough--either she was much more intoxicated than Shego thought, or there'd been something else in those drinks.<br><br>"Cesar's," she mumbled as the taxi pulled up...a beat-up, rusty hunk of junk that barely seemed capable of holding together, part of some company called Giovanni's Cabs. The cabbie, who appeared to be a ten year old Asian boy, leaned out the window.<br><br>"Where to, babes?"<br><br>He <em>sounded</em> like a ten-year old...<br><br>"Cesar's, in Sunken," Kim repeated louder, interrupting Shego.<br><br>"Okay.&nbsp; Let's go."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 00:09:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego looking a tad worried at the cabbie ignores it as she tries to get a word in edgewise with the redhead but decides things might go easier with her taking the woman to her place.<br><br>She agrees and decides to go along for the ride.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 00:41:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The ride, which is a whirlwind of near-misses, abundant horn-honking, and several interesting linguistic opinions courtesy of the pint-sized driver comes to a welcome, screeching halt in front of a three-storey building just off of the Sunken Plaza.<br><br>"Cesar's Hotel!&nbsp; For you two, eight bucks.&nbsp; Seven if you show me her tits."&nbsp; The boy tittered wickedly.&nbsp; "Just kidding!&nbsp; Eight bucks.&nbsp; You no flash."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 03:18:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego just rolls her eyes at the boy and digs into Possible's wallet to see if she had any cash.<br><br>She uses whatever cash that Kimberly has and then pays the rest if it doesn't pay for it.&nbsp; She gets her out of the cab and takes her to the lobby.<br><br>"What room is your room Possible," she asks to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 03:48:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was more than enough to pay the tab in Kim's wallet, and the red-head didn't protest too much (but then she looked a bit green around the gills).&nbsp; Instead of answering, she pulled out a room key and waved it in Shego's general direction.<br><br>"Dunno why I'm lettin' ya help," she groaned.&nbsp; "Must be too drunk..."<br><br>The number on the key was '214'.&nbsp; Second floor, then.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 17:07:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well despite the fact I am so enjoying seeing you like this, this is not how I want to see my nemesis before I defeat her," she replies.<br><br>Shego takes the key and helps her to the elevator and heads to the second floor.<br><br>She eventually gets to the second floor and then heads to Kim's room, uses the key to open the door up and takes her to the bathroom, more specifically the toilet.<br><br>"Come on we need to get some water on and in your body," she says as she turns on the water in the tub and then begins to undress Kim shoes first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 17:37:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim struggled weakly, again, but seemed to grasp that, strange as it was, the 'ghost' was trying to help.<br><br>"You're dead," she repeated as Shego wrestled her shoes off--holey sneakers, much cheaper than the tough boots Kim used to wear on missions.&nbsp; That alone spoke volumes of what must have happened to the young woman between then and now...the mighty had fallen, and fallen hard.<br><br>Kim's tattoo proved to be two interlocking signs of Venus.&nbsp; She also had a navel ring to go with her nose ring.<br><br>"You should be dead.&nbsp; Just...just like Ron..."<br><br>She hiccupped, then fumbled her way over to the toilet and lost most of her last meal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 17:44:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I'm too stubborn to go into the depths of hell just yet Possible," she says to her while sighing at how low Possible's life has gone too.&nbsp; She unbuttons and unzips Possible's pants as the woman lets out her meal into the toilet.<br><br>She pulls off her pants and then helps take her top off so that she is in her bra and panties, she notices the piercings and the tattoo on her body and sighs at the loss of purity that Possible once had on her body.&nbsp; But she still admires her shapely body still.<br><br>She then unsnaps her bra and wiggles off her panties so she is naked and gets her into the tub that should be filled with lukewarm water and then finds a cup and fills it up with water.<br><br>The green-hued woman returns with a cup of water and helps Possible drink the water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 17:48:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim drank eagerly, eyes shut tight.<br><br>"God, it's all wrong...you...I saw you die, but here you are...h-helping me?"<br><br>The Princess shuddered.<br><br>"I don't get it!&nbsp; I don't...I just don't..."<br><br>She hiccupped, then choked back a sob.<br><br>"Not drunk enough to cry, dammit!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 18:14:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, can you just stop crying or something, geez you are too much like Drakken now minus the all 'evil' stuff he did," she says in her usual sarcastic self.<br><br>"Look I dealt with the crying and pitiful act from Dr. D a lot so I'm going to watch some TV until you compose yourself better," she says and leaves the room to turn on the tv once she finds one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 18:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim responded by trying to throw a half-hearted punch at Shego...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 18:27:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego easily dodges the punch and chuckles and leaves the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 18:41:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim's groan of frustration followed her, and then she heard the red-head clamber into the bath.<br><br>The room was nice enough.&nbsp; Better than a Motel 6 back in the States, at least, and the view out the window took in most of the Sunken Plaza.&nbsp; Whatever Kimmie had was probably mostly going into her lodgings.<br><br>The cell phone vibrated suddenly, warning Shego of an incoming call.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 18:42:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego grabs the phone and answers it.<br><br>"Shego what ya want," she says already assuming the phone is hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 19:04:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mister Pink's voice came over the line.<br><br>"Ah, good.&nbsp; You found it.&nbsp; Excellent.&nbsp; Listen, we may have a job for you already, if you're interested."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 19:07:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What is it," she replies not caring if the phone was meant for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 19:14:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Information retrieval.&nbsp; Let's meet tomorrow evening.&nbsp; Sara's Teahouse, seven o'clock.&nbsp; Ask for Smithers."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 19:20:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Got it," she replies and hangs up the phone.<br><br>She kicks back to watch the tv to see if anything interesting is on while pulling out a file and begins to file her nails like old times.<br><br>After about an hour or so she checks up on Possible.<br><br>"So princess feeling better now," she asks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 19:55:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim had fallen asleep in the tub, her head over one edge, her tear-streaked face turned toward the wall.&nbsp; She looked so vulnerable, so helpless...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 20:09:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego smirked at the pitiful look on her face and grabbed Possible and undressed herself and clambered into the tub with her enemy now turned prey.<br><br>She felt Possible's round orbs and massaged them gently.&nbsp; She felt the still perkiness to them and smiled at that as she moved her hands down to her hips to feel those rump buttocks.<br><br><em>Possible sure has changed,</em> she thinks to herself, <em>and seeing that she is the only useful source of information that I can get at least good answers from she will be very valuable to have.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>She then leans forward to give her a kiss with those dark lips of hers on her face and slips out of the tub.&nbsp; Looking around for something to tie her up with she grabs a chair brings it towards the bathroom and takes off the sheets of the bed the pillow cases, and uses some towels to tie her to the chair, bind her feet, and hands, and to gag her mouth, once she gets Possible out of the tub of course.<br><br>Once she is done she goes to sleep on the bed and waits to hear Possible thrashing and hearing the muffled screams through the gag.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 20:29:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim moaned softly at Shego's touch, murmuring too quietly to be understood...but definitely responding!&nbsp; Getting her dead weight out of the cooling water and onto the chair took a while, but soon enough Shego had her 'prisoner' nicely secured.&nbsp; After that, sleep came easily...<br><br>Kim's response, some hours later, was almost predictable.&nbsp; But where Kim had been maudlin whilst drunk, she was now just furious!&nbsp; Judging by the look in those emerald eyes, Shego was likely to find her hands full with angry superagent should any of her knots fail to hold.&nbsp; And if Possible was aware of the way her perky breasts bounced and jiggled while she struggled against towel and sheet, it probably only fueled her ire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 20:44:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego awakens to the movement in the bathroom and walks over to Possible naked still and removes the gag over her mouth.<br><br>"So am I dead still Possible," she said condescending to her, "So much for my greatest adversary huh."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 20:56:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bitch," Kim growled at her, struggling harder.&nbsp; "Let me go!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 21:04:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirked<br><br>"Easy there Princess," she said to her, "You're not going to get out of those bonds if you keep acting like that, and well you shouldn't remember who was the one who got you back here safely, you owe me Kimmy on that one."<br><br>She pulls up a seat and turns it backwards and sits on it with her arms resting on the back of the chair and just smirks.<br><br>"So, here is the deal, you help me out and I'll help you out," she says.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 21:07:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim continued to struggle, but less violently.<br><br>"Why would you help me, anyway?&nbsp; Of all people..."<br><br>Then, as if suddenly aware of her clothing situation, she flushed and tried to look away.<br><br>"You're probably enjoying this," she accused bitterly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 21:17:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Because you're the only person I truly know in this place," she replies, "And you know what has happened since Drakken's death," replies the ravenhaired woman while laughing Kimberly's last comment.<br><br>"Well it was necessary, looks can be deceiving and I don't know what you possess still," she says to her, "And besides did you think I ever had the chance during my times with Drakken to do this hmm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 21:20:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim struggled harder again, glaring at Shego.<br><br>"And that makes us what, best frenemies?&nbsp; I don't think so!&nbsp; Drakken's dead.&nbsp; Ron's dead.&nbsp; And I lost my job.&nbsp; So we're even-stevens.""<br><br>Her movements had the most delightful consequences, visually speaking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 21:26:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ya know I could have left you the way you were in your drunken stupor," she replied, "But I did not.&nbsp; And right now you are in no position to speak I could easily kill you here as I could release you."<br><br>She looks at Kim's movements with a delighted stupor and and gets up from her chair.<br><br>"Look Possible, you don't have to help me, but I will get the information I am looking for," she replies angrily with her hands glowing now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 21:28:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment it seemed that Kim would spit fire and defiance, but then she closed her eyes and sagged.<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; You could have.&nbsp; You didn't.&nbsp; Rub it in, why don't you?"<br><br>She sighed.<br><br>"What do you want, anyway?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 23:21:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The green-hued woman gave Possible the confident smirk she always had from before.<br><br>"There you go, I know you could be docile if given the chance," Shego replies to Possible in a way that someone would applaud a dog, "Now what I want is information, more in particular Dr. Drakken and the events that led to my 'death' Possible, along with why you are out of the hero business at the moment.&nbsp; I have more questions but these two are on the top of the list."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 23:33:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim made a face.<br><br>"Global Justice got shut down.&nbsp; I got burned.&nbsp; That's all I know."<br><br>She shivered, shifting restlessly in her bonds.<br><br>"One day everything's cool, the next...bam.&nbsp; As for Drakken...you were there, weren't you?&nbsp; Failing to kick my ass before Ron...before..."&nbsp; Her shudder this time was far stronger.&nbsp; "Self destruct mechanism must have had a short.&nbsp; It...Ron didn't make it.&nbsp; Drakken didn't make it, either.&nbsp; You did, though.&nbsp; Sort of."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 23:43:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sort of made it," Shego responds curiously as she slips on her panties, "Yeah I was there, I can't remember anything though about the entirety of it all.&nbsp; And so Dr. D's failed schemes finally caught up with him and he took your goofy sidekick with him too," she shows a sad expression about that and then recomposes herself, "Well I don't see how GJ could have gotten shut down there were other villains still roaming besides Dr. D.&nbsp; I mean Senor Senior, Senior and son are still around, DNAmy, and even several other minorities that it could have kept them going, not that I'm sad that they are gone it makes my jobs easier I just see it as strange."<br><br>She moves to Possible and moves to begin to undo the bindings on her.<br><br>"Look Princess, I'm going to release do I have your word that you won't attack on sight when I do," she asks, "Because I still have a few more questions and I am still feeling generous too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 23:52:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim gave her a strange look.<br><br>"Ricardo Senior, Junior married a classmate of mine.&nbsp; You remember Bitchy Bonnie?&nbsp; And then he caught her in bed with his dad.&nbsp; Two dead bodies later, and Junior's in lockup for life.&nbsp; DNAmy got reduced to a puddle of nano-goo by one of her own experiments.&nbsp; Jack Hench...hostile takeover.&nbsp; With hollow points."<br><br>She gasped as Shego loosened her bonds, then blushed as she accidentally contacted the former villain...her pink nipples hardening almost at once, her face flushing brightly.<br><br>"Global Justice got the blame."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 00:13:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well there goes one contact I have with the criminal underworld," she replies about Junior, "And I guess no more Global Justice either, but like any good that gets taken out a greater one will take its place."<br><br>She laughs at Kim's blushing after Shego loosens the bonds and frees Kim, "What, never touched another woman's body?"<br><br>She paces about the room contemplating many things and plots with this information that she possesses now and then decides on a plan that not even she would do if she didn't have a choice, but now this is an opportunity that she can do to keep Possible from interfering with the tasks she is to do for her new employer.&nbsp; She will initiate this later on, for on she'll leave Possible to pitiful existence for more until she will be begging for her help.&nbsp; And when she herself can build herself up in the ranks of the criminal underworld again.<br><br>"Well it appears you are out of a job and running low on money, so I won't be keeping you from doing whatever you have to do," she says with a smirk as she gets dressed, "Ya know I'm certain that establishment that I found you out wouldn't mind having another stripper or pleasure servant for them to employ Princess as for me well I gotta go, the dead can't be around in one place too long tends to stink the place up."<br><br>She heads to the door and opens it up, "Until then Possible I'll see you around when you can get yourself together from the pitiful existence you are in.&nbsp; Ciao"<br><br>And with that she heads out the door and calls a cab to take her back to where she left the motor scooter at and then heads back home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," Kim blurted out, a little too heatedly.&nbsp; "Never!&nbsp; And certainly not like you're thinking!"<br><br>Her glare followed Shego out, but the young woman took no action to prevent her old nemesis from departing.&nbsp; A short cab ride later, Shego was back in the Plaza of Flowers--it was late at night, now, or early in the morning, but this place was still hopping!&nbsp; Still, nobody gave her any trouble and the scooter was still where she parked it.<br><br>The world was Shego's oyster, so to speak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 03:17:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling she looks at the time at a clock to gauge how much time she had and then decides to head back to her "home" so she can freshen up and head on out again to perform her upcoming assignment for her employers.<br><br>If she has enough time to head home she takes a shower and a quick nap and then decides to put on the outfit she once wore when she was turned to good by Electronique.&nbsp; Also known as the "Miss Go" outfit.<br><br>She hops onto the scooter and heads to Sara's Teahouse after she is dressed and ready to go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 03:32:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At 'home', she found a few new items...a black and green catsuit, a duffle bag of tools usually associated with her old extracurricular activities, and plenty of new groceries in the cabinets.&nbsp; Whoever her current patron was, they intended to take care of her!<br><br>Unfortunately, this meant that they had keys, and access to her stuff...<br><br>There was also a cryptic note left beside the bakelite phone in the kitchen: 'watch Channel 99 when you have the time'.<br><br>In the meantime, there was her meeting at Sara's Teahouse.&nbsp; Asking for Smithers got her escorted to a small room off a well padded and poorly lit hallway--this place seemed designed for the ultimate in discrete meetings!&nbsp; The only people she coming in were the waitstaff, and <em>they</em> were blindfolded.<br><br>Mister Pink was waiting for her, a cocky grin on his face.<br><br>"Well, there you are!&nbsp; And you look ravishing.&nbsp; Found a new friend already?&nbsp; Never mind.&nbsp; To business...oh, have a look at the menu.&nbsp; Minimum twenty five dollar order, on the boss's tab.&nbsp; So go nuts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 03:38:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego didn't mind people giving her stuff, but when people mess with her stuff that was personal space!&nbsp; She'll check it all later when she returns.<br><br>When she hits the teahouse she sees Mister Pink again and just smirks.<br><br>She listens to his compliments and just ignores him as she looks at the menu not sure what to pick she browses through it...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 03:55:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The menu seemed more or less normal, standard room service fare at ten percent markup.&nbsp; There was an order slip included, on which Mister Pink had already marked his own order of a club sandwich with fries.&nbsp; He seemed to have something already in mind and simply doodled on a legal pad with a pen ("D'Aubainne International Air Terminal") while she read over the menu and made her selection.<br><br>Eventually the waitress knocked and slid open the tiny hatch to take the order form.&nbsp; When she closed the hatch again, Mister Pink smiled.<br><br>"This will be easy.&nbsp; There's a University here, and the library has some rather novel works.&nbsp; There's something in special collections that the boss would like...ah...withdrawn from circulation for awhile, but off the record. Think you can handle a little break-in and book snatch without burning the place down?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 04:06:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking through the menu she orders an eight ounce medium well steak with some fries, Shego takes note of the name on the pen and gives her order to the wait tress.<br><br>"Hah all you need is a book taken from a library," Shego replies, "That is a piece of cake, and a easy thing to do compared to Drakken's extravagant schemes.&nbsp; You can consider it a done deal just give me two days and it is all yours or a day if you really need it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 04:09:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Two days will do," Mister Pink smiled.&nbsp; "Have a few details."<br><br>He pulled a manila envelope out of his briefcase and set it on the table next to her.<br><br>"Floor plans, including the layout of the special collections in the basement.&nbsp; A description of the book in question.&nbsp; And with any luck, you'll get to it before the other people involved.&nbsp; Oh, didn't I mention?&nbsp; There's a group on the island researching this very topic.&nbsp; We're stalling them through other channels."<br><br>He grinned unpleasantly.<br><br>"They're looking in the wrong library at the moment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 04:16:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a very pleased look on her face at the floorplans, "Well make that a day and a half then with careful planning thanks to the information you gave me."<br><br>She listens to the fact that others are interested in the book she smiles.<br><br>"Well don't worry about them, all I want is information on who they are," she replies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 04:27:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've included a few pertinent details, but odds are you won't meet them.&nbsp; Still, forewarned is forearmed and all that."<br><br>He chuckled at some private joke.<br><br>"Here's the complicated part.&nbsp; You'll need to return the book in a few more days...so, uh, no blowing the place up.&nbsp; We just need it to be temporarily, unofficially lost."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 04:37:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hah, fairly simple if you don't mind those people think it is a conspiracy," she replies flashing her fists with green energy, "Don't worry you'll get the book with the building intact.&nbsp; The return part may be a bit complicated, but it'll get done."<br><br>She rolls her eyes at the private joke and waits for the meal to come.<br><br>"So well I haven't gotten a name out of you," Shego says, "I could just call you whatever I want to and it wouldn't bother me, now you on the other hand I'm not sure if it would bother you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 04:41:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Call me Fitz.&nbsp; It's as close as makes no odds, and I'll know who you're talking to," he grinned.&nbsp; "Now we just wait for our meal.&nbsp; How're you enjoying the island so far?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 04:48:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She listens to Fitz speaking to her about what he knows about her at the moment and shrugs it off, she'd figure something like this would happen since she awoken yesterday.<br><br>"Yes we do wait for the meal," she says to him, "well dear miss Kimberly Ann Possible is here on the island for unexplained reasons so far, I decided not to get it out of her personally as I figured that somehow where ever I go she somehow ends up in the same location as I.&nbsp; Otherwise it is all intriguing, a change of pace from being with Drakken all the times."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 04:51:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that so?&nbsp; Must be a bit too interesting.&nbsp; I trust your encounter went well?"<br><br>He shrugged.<br><br>"Nothing blew up last night, so I'll assume she didn't try to arrest you and you didn't try to kill her, and that's good enough for me."<br><br>Their food arrived a moment or so later.<br><br>"Bon appetite!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 04:58:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckles at what he says about the encounter with Possible.<br><br>"Oh it went well I got some information about what has transpired since I was <em>dead</em>, but otherwise we were civil with each other this time around," she replied, "Mainly because I haven't done anything that would threaten world yet, and she owed me a favor."<br><br>Pleased with the steak arriving and the fries she digs in after ordering a glass of water too along with a bottle of wine too.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 05:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see.&nbsp; Well, you are dead, so far as most of the world is concerned.&nbsp; She was probably rather surprised to find you still breathing."<br><br>He frowns in thought.<br><br>"Is she a risk?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 05:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh she would have been hostile if she wasn't drunk when I encountered her," she replies, "I got her sober enough that she knows I am alive."<br><br>She cuts into her steak and takes a bite and chews it up and swallows while listening to what Fitz asked she almost chokes from the laughter.<br><br>"Possible a risk, she is so out of it in finances, job, and with her out of the spy business she isn't much of a concern," she says with a cocky grin, "But that is my opinion, but if you need to ensure that I am <em>dead</em> still well I'd say watch her as she does have a close connection to her family and well her family a jibber jabberers.&nbsp; Otherwise she is simply out of the game and of no concern if she gets in the way I'll deal with her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 05:19:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In that case, she's your problem until you request any formal assistance.&nbsp; Least we can do."&nbsp; He smiled, then attended to his sandwich.<br><br>He finished first and took his leave, after leaving enough cash to cover the meal...leaving Shego to her own devices for the time being.&nbsp; She'd need the time to study, to be sure...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 05:24:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, you'll get your book I guarantee it," she replies smoothly and then continues with her meal and then finishes up shortly after he leaves.&nbsp; She grabs all of the materials that were left to her and leaves the teahouse and hops onto her scooter to head on home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 05:28:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The ride home is mercifully uneventful, in spite of a close call between a limousine (marked with a logo declaring it to be a Total Taxi) and a jitney full of tie-dye wearing persons of hippie-like pretensions.<br><br>Other than that, Shego returned to her bunker by the wind farm to find everything more or less as she had left it: no new messages, mysterious packages, or the like.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 05:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks around to see if anything else has been added or taken in her stuff, clothes wise, food wise, etc.&nbsp; Otherwise she flips the tv to channel 99 and awaits to see what she will see.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 15:22:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nothing appeared to have changed in her absence, which was probably a relief.<br><br>Turning the television to Channel 99 brings in a green, grainy picture that seems very much like the result of filming through a night-vision scope.&nbsp; At first, the scene makes little sense--it's a young woman, alone on a stripped hotel bed, flying solo with the assistance of a pillow between her well-toned thighs.&nbsp; About the moment Shego recognizes this for what it is (amateur porn night on cable?) the girl climaxes and scene jumps--a tape loop?<br><br>And she is now looking at herself, getting up off that same stripped bed to begin her little chat with Possible, all those hours ago!<br><br>Creepy, in a voyeuristic sort of way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 17:09:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What the," she replies to herself, "Is this some sort of lesson or reminder to me about what?"<br><br>She watches and then attempts to turn off the tv.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 17:49:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she reached for the TV, just after watching herself leave Kim behind, she gets the relative joy of watching the Princess break down in tears...and then roll over onto her side and begin 'relieving tension' frantically.<br><br>Weird.<br><br>The set turned off, though, with no problems...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 18:07:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She turns off the tv and begins to look through the materials that Fitz has given her for the assignment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 18:48:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The big contribution was a copy of the library blueprints, apparently from the government archives, along with a comprehensive copy of the security measures!&nbsp; With this, she'd have no trouble getting in...<br><br>Well, not <em>much</em> trouble.&nbsp; Certain things couldn't just be forced if she was supposed to leave the place intact.<br><br>Some of the security measures were a little obscure, though.&nbsp; What, for instance, was a BnLpr Class Two, and why was it more or less on a pedestal in the middle of the antechamber to Special Collections?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 18:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Examining the blueprints and security measures she looks around for service entrances for delivering large supplies of books, how the garbage was disposed of, locations of emergency exits compared to where the book is at, and what were the security measures for detecting people taking books without it being checked out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 19:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Security on the special collections stack was strangely light--no cameras, only two card-keyed doors in or out, and a cage for visitors come to check out.&nbsp; So no problem there (except for that mysterious device).<br><br>Within two hours study, she was certain she'd be able to enter and depart with little trouble.&nbsp; Compared to a Gee Jay lab or a robotic factory, this was going to be a snap!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 19:25:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego smirked and grabbed a few tools with her to put in a backpack if there is one in the room<br><br>A lockpicking kit<br>A card reading hacking toolset if it will fit in her backpack.<br>She kept to the clothes she wore as it would fit with the disguise of being a student or some sort of scholar.&nbsp; Studying the blueprints one last time she rolls up the plans and stores them in a drawer for her unmentionables near the back.<br><br>Once that was done she takes a look at any information about the other party interested in the book if there is any and studies that before she heads out to grab the book.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 16:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The information on the competition was, as Fitz promises, palty.&nbsp; He had three photos and an incomplete set of dossiers: one photo was of a caucasian man in his mid-twenties, dressed in drab colors and carrying a baseball bat.&nbsp; Nothing much to look at, and the associated nickname of Debhead didn't make him seem like too much of a problem.&nbsp; Closer examination, though, told another story--his body language was predatory, and some of the dents in that bat didn't look like they'd come from hitting baseballs.&nbsp; The dossier mentioned him as the muscle factor.<br><br>The other two photos were of a very pretty Asian woman with long hair and a killer smile.&nbsp; The dossier gave her nickname as 'Teeth' and speculatively assigned her a role as her team's face.&nbsp; Obviously.<br><br>The last photo was of a nebbishy scholar, caught flinching in mid-argument with Debhead.&nbsp; The dossier listed him as Michael Edward Phillips, Mike-E to his few friends, fringe scholar obsessed with a peculiar variation on Grail theory and speculative explorations into Atlantis.&nbsp; Hoooooo boy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 19:25:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at three in the photos she takes note of them and then takes the photos to the sink in the bathroom and then burns the photos over the sink and turns the water on after the photos are ash and flushes them down the sink.<br><br>After that she grabs her backpack with the tools that she has stuff in there and then heads off to the scooter and heads on off to the library.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 20:14:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The library, found in the Science Barrio, is not difficult to find.&nbsp; It's also, as she quickly learns, right next to the Quad on the D'Aubainne University campus!&nbsp; Funny, but Fitz's documentation didn't mention all the foot traffic, let alone all the students!<br><br>As she takes in the lay of the land, a couple of passing students...big, beefy kids in tee shirts bearing the Greek letters sigma, omega, and beta...approach her.<br><br>"Hey, greenie!&nbsp; No place for mutie scum here, unless you pay the friendly understanding tax!"<br><br>"Huh huh huh.&nbsp; Yeah, or unless you're real friendly!"<br><br>Oh, dear.&nbsp; Local talent.&nbsp; This could get nasty!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 20:23:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego smiles at the two boys, "Look here you shouldn't threaten every single person that has green skin," she replies and clinches her fists to show a bit of green flame and then dissipates it, "they might just be more than you can handle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 20:32:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One of the Beef Twins got a wary look on his face and backed up half a step, eyeing her with sudden respect.&nbsp; His companion, on the other hand...<br><br>"So the mutie can make nice light.&nbsp; Big deal!&nbsp; Little bit of fluff like you's only good for one thing."<br><br>Someone was obviously bucking for a Darwin Award!&nbsp; The dumb one reached out to grab Shego's arm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 20:35:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as the boy grabs Shego she moves her other arm to grab the man's arm and flips him to the ground.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 20:50:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego flipped him easily, and he landed with a satisfying thud as the air was knocked out of his lungs.&nbsp; He retained enough presence of mind to kick out at her, but the blow was weak and poorly aimed.<br><br>"Okay, fine," his friend started babbling.&nbsp; "Our bad, sorry, he's an idiot..."<br><br>Obviously the smart one was hoping to calm things down before anything else went wrong!&nbsp; But then, seeing a mere slip of a lass like Shego toss a hefty jock like a pillow clearly got his respect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 21:10:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh no you two aren't sorry," she replies to both of them as she grabs the arm of the brute who attacked and twists it behind his arm and jerks enough to cause just enough pain to keep him down.<br><br>"Are you done yet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 01:00:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grunted and squirmed for a moment, then passed out from the sheer agony inflicted.&nbsp; Not quite what she'd intended, but at least she wouldn't be facing any murder charges over this...<br><br>The other kid held his hands up in a placating gesture.<br><br>"Okay, ma'alesh...it's cool, we're cool, he's down.&nbsp; Look, you just...go on and do whatever it was you were doing, and I'll tell the other brothers to leave you alone, ja?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 03:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego nods as she gets up off the boy.<br><br>"Good," she says as she walks to the <em>smart</em> one of the pair, "Just let them know that Shelia doesn't take crap from punks like him," she points to the one on the floor and then walks off to the library with a snarky grin on her face.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; I am certain you know that Shego's actual name is Shelia, but in case you didn't that is her actual name before she took the name Shego.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 03:07:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: Yes, I know&nbsp; ;D&nbsp; Oddly, I missed all the Team Go episodes...)<br><br>He dragged his unconscious team-mate off, lecturing the unconsious body about not picking fights with random women.<br><br>The library seems mildly busy today...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 03:52:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego brushes herself off and straightens her skirt from the scuffle before she enters and looks around the library keeping note of seeing if the Princess would be around as she has a bad habit of doing so.<br><br>She heads to Special Collections keeping not of which book she needs to get and getting an eye on the one thing she has no idea about.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 04:57:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Possible didn't make an appearance, which was either a relief or quite worrying (depending on how one looked at it).&nbsp; On the other hand, Special Collections wasn't open to the public.&nbsp; Shego got as far as the reception cage, where a bored-looking graduate student asked her for the book she wanted...<br><br>From here, she could see the pedestal out in the middle of the chamber beyond the cage.&nbsp; It was a solid granite pillar about two feet in diameter, topped with a peculiar white cylinder.&nbsp; No markings identified it, but she did note that a couple of other librarians puttering about on the other side of the fence seemed to give it a wide berth.&nbsp; One flinched every time he came close to it.&nbsp; Curious.<br><br>A brief time later, the bored student came back.<br><br>"I'm sorry, but that particular work is in the restricted stacks.&nbsp; May I see your letter of recommendation from the appropriate department?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 05:27:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled with a pleased look and knowing she had $500 in her wallet from what Fitz has told her she smiles cheerfully<br><br>"Yeah sure let me get it out for you," she digs through her purse and pulls out a $100 bill to him and slips it to him, "Here it is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 05:31:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He eyed the money, clearly tempted...but smiled tightly and passed it back.<br><br>"Sorry, miss, but that department's not authorized to request access to this stuff."<br><br>Well, that explained why Fitz needed her to break in!&nbsp; This wasn't just something anyone could check out.&nbsp; Which was curious, to say the least.&nbsp; What was a mere book going to do to someone?&nbsp; They didn't bite...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 05:37:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego nods at the man, "I'm sorry for wasting your time then," she replies as she leaves with a smile and then thinks of a way to get in.<br><br>Remembering that this was the only way in or out in special collections she takes note of the librarians and the way they get in and out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 05:42:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Remembering the blueprints, she knows that their entrance is 'behind the scenes' here, back behind a couple of card readers.&nbsp; For a mere university library, this's awfully tight security...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 05:48:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tight security, thought I could do this more publicly,</em> thought Shego, <em>Guess I'll have to find a place to hide in the library and wait for it to close or steal a card from someone who has access and get in during later hours.</em><br><br>She waits for one of the female librarians to head to the bathroom if they do and then walks in when she does.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 00:42:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oustside special collections, it was easy enough to find a library aide heading for the ladies' room...given enough patience, that is.&nbsp; So soon, Shego was slipping in right after a shapely younger woman with three piercings, a midriff-baring top, and a long, flowing peasant skirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 02:57:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking to see where she kept her keycard at before she slips into the bathroom Shego follows her into the bathroom and sees what she is doing in the restroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 03:26:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman kept her cardkey dangling from a lanyard around her neck--probably not the easiest to purloin under the circumstances!&nbsp; Worse, she vanished into a stall before Shego caught up with her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 04:07:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling she goes to the stall next to her and pretends to be peeing and what not while waiting for the lady go out of her stall, she'll wait for a few seconds after the lady gets out of the stall before exiting her stall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 04:08:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The usual details took a few moments, but Shego heard the other woman exit and head for the sinks...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 04:32:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gets out and begins to wash her hands with the lady and looks at her.<br><br>"Nice clothes you got," she says to her with a friendly smile, "Where did you get 'em?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 04:54:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The librarian blinked and half-turned.<br><br>"These?&nbsp; Oh, around."<br><br>She smiles politely, eyeing Shego curiously.<br><br>"You are looking for something in particular?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 05:12:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah I was wondering if I could try on those clothes you got on," she says to her, "Go out and see what the guys would react to me wearing this.&nbsp; I've been wearing such drab clothes like the ones I have on and they don't seem to be attracting the guys."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 05:20:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman gave her a rather skeptical look.<br><br>"And for this, I get...?&nbsp; Make it worth my while, yes?"<br><br>She smiled a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 06:09:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And what would be your worthwhile," she replied to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 06:11:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fifty bucks," she said without the merest hint of a delay.&nbsp; "Which, considering that the old farts will think I've been fooling around in here with you is the least I can ask, I think."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 06:16:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulls out the money out of the handbag, "Deal," she said to her and hands the lady the money.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 06:18:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All right, then."<br><br>She took the money and stepped back into a stall.<br><br>"You change too, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 06:20:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh but of course," she says as she slides into the stall next to her and begins to undress.&nbsp; And hoping that she places the lanyard close enough for her reach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 14:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It takes only a few moments to exchange clothes, and Shego manages to get her mitts on the lanyard...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 19:24:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grabbing the lanyard she slides it into her purse and puts on the clothes of other woman.<br><br>Getting out of the stall and looking at the mirror she speaks to other woman.<br><br>"Thanks for the change of wardrobe," she replies to her, "I'll come back in a few days if you want these clothes back."<br><br>And with that she leaves the restroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 19:54:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey!"<br><br>The woman started to follow, but hadn't finished changing yet...which gave Shego a few minutes, at least.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 20:06:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego knew she wouldn't get in and out quickly and sighed, <em>damn I am out of my game, so much for trying something like that.</em><br><br>She makes a u-turn and walks to the woman, "Oh my apologies I thought this was part of the get-up too," she said to her making a facepalm, "Oh silly me."<br><br><em>Security was little too tight than I thought, I'll have to get out of here later today and return tonight,</em> she thought, <em>And that just increases the chance of Kimmy or some other do-gooder to show up while I getting the book.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 20:52:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No problem," the woman blushed.&nbsp; "It's just...a couple of days?&nbsp; I was thinking a few minutes or something."<br><br>Shego's outfit seems to fit her well enough, though.<br><br>"I mean, it looks good on you and all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 21:08:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well you said you wanted the old people to think we were fooling around," she said with a wink, "If I come back it would give them greater confirmation."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 21:38:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I'm saying I don't want them thinking that!"&nbsp; She blushed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 21:39:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh, gotcha," she replies, "Well then I'll return in about 15 minutes and we can re-exchange okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 21:44:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, okay.&nbsp; Fifteen minutes.&nbsp; I need a break anyway."&nbsp; She rolled her eyes, letting them brush Shego's form for a moment and smiling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 21:50:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling she heads out to the library and looks around to see if the three that are looking for the book are here and then decides to look around personally at all the visible maintenance entrances and to see where the entrance to the roof is and how guarded that is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 22:03:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maintenance entrances don't seem to be secured beyond the usual (lock and key).&nbsp; If there's a roof entrance, it may be off of a stairwell in the secured part of the building.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 22:11:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego doublechecks what she know about the maintenance entrances and which ones go outside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 00:43:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn't take Shego long to work out a good line of retreat.&nbsp; That, coupled with the rest of the blueprints, would make it relatively easy to get in and out in a hurry...with the book, of course.&nbsp; Now all she really needed was an opportunity, and that would almost certainly come in time.<br><br>Like, say, after closing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 07:56:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She returned back to the restroom and switched back into the attire she wore walking into the library and left the library to return back to home to begin plan B.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 18:33:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Plan B needed only time to put into action.&nbsp; At home, she found that nothing had changed in the interim, leaving her free...for now...to plan her infiltration.<br><br>Unless, of course, Channel 99 had anything else interesting to show her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 18:54:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting back waiting for the time to come she does flip to channel 99.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 19:45:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ahh, good old Channel 99.&nbsp; This time, the view that appeared was not the grainy low-light shot of Kim's hotel room, but rather that of a high school locker room, full of cheerleaders...<br><br>Well, the ones who were still dressed wore cheerleader uniforms.&nbsp; The rest were mostly naked, except for the ones with strap-ons.<br><br>And in the middle of them all, poor Kimmy was getting the crap bitchslapped out of her by her team-mates, with that Rottweller girl leading the charge.<br><br>Curious, but what did that have to do with the price of tea in...wait.&nbsp; Something else...one wall exploded, sending lockers and bits of cinder block flying.&nbsp; And there she was, stepping through with both fists glowing, striking an intimidating pose as if preparing to flatten everything before her.<br><br>In the absence of sound, Shego has to guess at the words her duplicate speaks, but from the way her lips move, it looks very much like she asks the Princess if she's okay, and the response seems to be along the lines of 'my hero...'.<br><br>What the fuck?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 20:22:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>What the fuck,</em> are the three words going through Shego's mind as she watched that, never in her life has she done something like that and would never do so, even if it was Kimmy.<br><br>And thus she turns it off and then grabs a black ninja/ catsuit outfit and packs and rolls it up tightly along with everything else she is going to need and finds a duffle bag to store it all and then waits for closing time to near.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 20:58:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In spite of the fog in her head concerning certain recent events, Shego <em>was</em> pretty sure that whatever that scene was, it never actually happened.&nbsp; Which raised the question of who filmed it, why, and when...and why they had chosen to inflict these images on her now.<br><br>Unfortunately, the images were a little difficult to simply forget.&nbsp; Hopefully they wouldn't prove to be too distracting.<br><br>Besides, there was work to be done...and soon, sooner than she might have expected, she had everything ready to go for the night's work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 18:41:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego knows to put work first and pleasantries second, but how fine of a line that is, is to be determined.<br><br>And with her gear packed she hopped back onto the scooter with the duffel bag on her back and drove back to the library in the night.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 05:45:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This time, her path was a little more complicated--for while classes were mostly finished, the Science Barrio was by no means deserted and quiet!&nbsp; She passed three block parties on her way in, and at least a dozen more active ones in bars and restaurants...<br><br>But there before her was the library, and she had the blueprints memorized and all the details on the security layout that Fitz had been able to find.&nbsp; This should be a cakewalk.<br><br>All she needed to do was pull it off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 06:07:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking around she finds an isolated place to put on the ninja attire, sword and all, and then conceals her face only showing her eyes and her long raven hair to those.&nbsp; Pulling out a grappling hook she looks for a place where she could fire it at to reach the roof of the library.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 14:40:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Changing and getting onto the roof was simple enough--almost too easy, in fact.&nbsp; Yet here she was, and the doorway to the roof was (as she knew) locked but not wired for an alarm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 13:19:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Checking to see what type of lock it was that kept her from opening door she prepares to open the lock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 16:30:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could have laughed!&nbsp; This was a garden variety hardware store lock, or the equivalent--no keypad, no card key, no electronics at all.&nbsp; Just a simple deadbolt.&nbsp; Easy to pick, at least.&nbsp; Probably wouldn't take more than a few minutes...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 17:19:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego grabs her lockpicking kit and starts to pick at the lock.&nbsp; Once the lock was taken care of she then started her descent into the library.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 17:55:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The lock took only a few seconds, and then she was past.&nbsp; Getting into the restricted stacks from this direction was very easy...too easy, almost!&nbsp; But soon she was among the books, searching for the one item on her list.&nbsp; This took her near that peculiar and unlabeled item on its lonely pedestal in the middle of the floor...and over several lines of peculiar writing set into the floor with weakly glowing violet colored ink.&nbsp; Magic circles?&nbsp; What a concept!&nbsp; Top of the line, their security.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 18:59:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego takes great caution to step over the lines as she tries to make her way to the book without causing great disturbance to the area.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 19:09:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took a few moments to find the book.&nbsp; It didn't look terribly valuable--old, yes, bound in cracked leather, with yellowed pages.&nbsp; The title was in Latin, which didnt' necessarily mean anything.&nbsp; It certainly didn't look like something that's worth all this fuss!&nbsp; But a job is a job.<br><br>Now to make her exit...and the return trip was as easy, as simple as the entrance.&nbsp; This time, as she passed that odd structure in the middle of the magical circles, she felt something at the very edges of her consciousness.&nbsp; Probably just nerves, though.&nbsp; It was a creepy set-up, and a little priming went a long way as she well knew.<br><br>She got back to the roof easily.&nbsp; Now to get back to her scooter and return home, then to contact Fitz for details on the delivery.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 19:19:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ignoring what she was feeling she went back to the roof with the same amount of caution she performed going into the library, once outside she looks around to see if anyone was following her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 19:22:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The University seemed to be as quiet as it ever got, so getting back to the scooter (whether or not she stopped to change) would be pretty much effortless...although she crossed paths with a group of grinning engineering students who were clearly up to no good, if the tools and car parts they were carrying were any indication.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 19:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego finds a place to change after running into the engineering students and then walks to the scooter and then heads off for home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 19:35:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Home sweet home...where she found an answering machine, recently installed, with the incoming message light blinking.<br><br>Pushing the button got her a cheerful message from Fitz, basically calling to make sure the machine was working properly and asking her to meet him for lunch at Sad Mary's tomorrow if her job interview went well.&nbsp; Did he mean the mission?&nbsp; Probably.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 19:39:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gets out of her clothes and takes the mental note of the message and then erases it.&nbsp; Taking the book out of the duffel bag she stows it inside the pillowcase of a pillow in her room and then sits back and relaxes at the job well done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 19:41:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now, of course, she could sleep...or, if she dared, there was the roulette wheel of TV.&nbsp; Or, worse, the unspeakable temptation of Channel 99.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 19:43:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wondering what the heck could happen next and knowing that she had nothing better do takes the risk to tune into channel 99.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 19:50:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tonight's performance was odd: neither the discussion in the hotel room, nor some bizarre lesbian orgy in a locker room, but Alice in Wonderland...or something like it.&nbsp; Kim, in a blue minidress with a white pinafore, and she herself as Mad Hatter, March Hare, and Cheshire Cat all at once, taking turns whirling the Princess around a crazy dance floor.&nbsp; And that,&nbsp; Shego was absolutely certain, was something that had never, <em>ever</em> happened!&nbsp; She'd never been cloned, for one thing.<br><br>"Why are you smiling," Hatter Shego asked Kim as they stepped nimbly through a tango, grinning wikedly.<br><br>"I can't tell you," Kim blushed.&nbsp; "I dare not."<br><br>"Not even here?"<br><br>"Especially not here," Kim sighed.&nbsp; "Who knows where it would end up?"&nbsp; She whirled away and took up the same tango with Cheshire Cat Shego, in her black and green striped cat-suit complete with tail and cat-ear hair band.&nbsp; "This place is too strange."<br><br>"Even for us?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She turns off the channel immediately after that short bit and then finds anything in the room to shove into her pussy to attempt to remove the image out of her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:07:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For now, her own fingers would have to do.&nbsp; Whatever else her employers had given her, they hadn't provided any sex toys.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:09:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She starts to finger herself intensely probing, and shifting around with two of her fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:11:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few moments, she became aware that the TV had turned itself on again, and this time...<br><br>Still Wonderland, but there she was, all three of her, taking Kimmie...every hole, several positions...with the red-head begging her for more, more, more...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:15:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why won't you turn off," she says angrily as she attempts to turn it off again, this time, by unplugging it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:18:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That did it--the screen went dark.&nbsp; But the image of Kim, impaled on a thick, ribbed toy and screaming her name...<em>her</em> name...her <em>real</em> name...at the top of her lungs and pleading for more, promising devotion, promising herself...that was going to take a long, <span class="bbc_u">long</span> time to forget.<br><br>And what the hell were those broadcasts?&nbsp; Why was she seeing them?&nbsp; And why did she figure so prominently?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:19:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego gave up on trying to masturbate the heck out of herself to get the images out, and decides to just go to sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:21:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slept fitfully, and awoke to find the sheets damp with sweat.&nbsp; After a shower and some breakfast, though, she felt a lot better.&nbsp; Now all she really had to worry about was lunch with Fitz...<br><br>At Sad Mary's, which she gathered was a bar and whorehouse.&nbsp; That's where she'd bumped into Kim, before.&nbsp; Great.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:32:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://th08.deviantart.net/fs30/300W/i/2008/181/1/7/Shego_Dressed_to_Kill_by_AtomicTiki.png)<br><br>Heading into Sad Mary's with a backpack on her back she wonders in to meet with Fitz.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:39:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finding Fitz was the easy part: he waved to her as soon as she was in the door.<br><br>"How'd it go?&nbsp; You got what you wanted, right?"&nbsp; He grinned.&nbsp; "No problems with the in-laws, I hope?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:49:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She came in and nodded, "Nah, nothing to terribly bad," she said to him as she gave Fitz the back pack, "And they were very nice too, seeing as they let me have this."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:54:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wonderful!&nbsp; Here, have a seat.&nbsp; What're you drinking?"<br><br>He took the book and tucked it into his briefcase, patting it.<br><br>"It's going to be a shame if I have to send you back next week, but you know how these things go, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 21:01:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Two shots of bourbon and a shot of whiskey," she replies to his question and then listens to the rest.<br><br>"Pfft, they are puddy in my hands," she replies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 21:28:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good, good."<br><br>He waved down a waitress, gave her Shego's drink order, then turned to watch the skinny blonde pole-dancing on the stage.<br><br>"So.&nbsp; There's a complication.&nbsp; You've been spotted by someone from the old days.&nbsp; Cute little red-head with green eyes and a really sassy attitude.&nbsp; Sound at all familiar?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 21:31:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All she does is facepalm at this slew of information.<br><br>"Knew it was too easy to be true," she said to Fitz.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 21:33:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?&nbsp; Oh, you mean...no, no, she spotted you earlier, from what I understand."<br><br>Fitz laughed.<br><br>"Can you contain the situation?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 21:37:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego nods to Fitz's correction and gives a smirk.<br><br>"The situation can be contained, it all depend on how contained you want it to be," she replies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 21:40:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's your reputation," he shrugged.&nbsp; "And your life.&nbsp; We'd prefer you kept everything as quiet as possible...pun not intended."<br><br>Her drink arrived, along with two burgers and a basket of hot wings.<br><br>"Ahhh, lunch!&nbsp; Bon appetite!&nbsp; So, about your friend...would you like any help?&nbsp; Or have the broadcasts been enough?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 21:54:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughs about the pun<br><br>She takes the first shot of bourbon and then takes a hot wing and bites into it.<br><br>"Well I sure do wanna know about those broadcasts so I can at least get some better sleep," she said to Fitz<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 21:56:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll ask Management if they can shed some light on the source.&nbsp; For all I know, someone's running an experiment and letting you tap into the results.&nbsp; Weirder things happen on this island all the time.&nbsp; I won't ask what you've been seeing, though.&nbsp; None of my business."<br><br>He nodded.<br><br>"The little red-head is your problem, then, and I'll keep my mitts off the whole thing unless you need help."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 22:03:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Kimmy can be an issue," she replies and frowns, "But I'll deal with her, don't worry, and thanks for the help too."<br><br>She looks around and sees if Possible is here, her face appears a bit doubtful on taking on Possible again.&nbsp; With the death bit and all, it was life-changing in the literal terms.&nbsp; She wasn't afraid of death before, but that is because she never gotten that close to death before.&nbsp; She begins to open her mouth to ask Fitz for help, but then closes it immediately letting her pride get the best of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 22:05:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no sign of the red-head in the lunchtime crowd.&nbsp; There were a couple of girls who were close, but none of them were Kim...<br><br>"Least I can do for you," Fitz shrugs, tearing into the wings and burger with great enthusiasm.&nbsp; "A good handler, if that's what I am, takes good care of his assets...if that's what you are.&nbsp; I'm not real clear on Management's theory of structure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 22:13:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tears into a wing as well and then the burger, "Heh," she replies, "Possible is a threat no matter how low she is.&nbsp; Alright, this has to be a joint operation Fitz, I already have the emotional and mental edge on Kimmy as I have given quite a surprise for being alive to her.&nbsp; I'll take her on, one on one, but if ya know how Kimmy and I get at it, it tends to get loud."<br><br>Swallowing a bit of her pride she looks at Fitz, "So umm, this is hard to say," she says, "I...need...your assistance."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 22:31:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All right," he said, nodding his understanding.&nbsp; "What do you need?"<br><br>He toyed with one wing for a moment, delicately removing the breading and skin before tearing the tender flesh away from the bone strip by strip, savoring each bite of the spicy snack.<br><br>"Management will be forgiving of the occasional expense, I'm sure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 00:07:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well if I'm getting paid for the first day, have them take it off whatever I am getting paid," Shego responds as she takes the shot of whiskey, "Well, we are dealing with Possible, don't want her dead because that could look really bad.&nbsp; I'm going to signal jammers, in case Possible still has that annoying communicator, second got anyone willing to act like a potential mad scientist like Dr. Drakken, and third I need a sharpshooter.&nbsp; Doesn't matter if I get one or all of them I know how I am going to deal with Possible."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 00:10:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz sighed and shook his head.<br><br>"Kim's no longer in touch with her pet hacker.&nbsp; He got busted after Gee Jay got slammed down.&nbsp; An oppenheimer is duck soup, but a sniper?&nbsp; That we simply can't do unless you want to bring the government in on this, and you don't want them involved.&nbsp; Trust me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 03:23:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One out of three ain't bad, and what I meant for a sniper is to not kill dear Kimmy as I said before, but for someone to hit with a tranquilizer dart," she says with a smile, "But hey, as long we got the fake mad scientist everything else will be a cake walk, all that we need now is a 'secret hideout' and to feed Possible the information and then there we go."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 16:27:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh, I see.&nbsp; Well, it's still going to be like prying teeth from a stone hen, getting a marksman here.&nbsp; Let me see what I can do about the rest."<br><br>He dabbed his lips with a napkin.<br><br>"Alternately, just as a hypothetical, what would you like to do if we happen to find her location so that you don't need to draw her out?&nbsp; She seems to be the sort to run with bad elements, these days..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 14:15:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego simply smiles at Fitz, "Don't worry about doing something that would be a great hassle, afterall I haven't done any big favors or jobs to earn it anyhow," she leans back, "Besides like I said before one out of three ain't bad at all."<br><br>"As for finding Kimmy, just let me know, I have other ideas in mind too," she replies back, "Ya know never did have the chance to actually be the plotter, feels kind of nice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 20:18:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me ask around and let you know what I find, then.&nbsp; I do know she checked herself out of Cesar's Hotel the other day...but I don't know where she's gone.&nbsp; Not yet. Tell me, though.&nbsp; Is she the sort to go looking for a good time or a rough neighborhood?&nbsp; That might narrow things down a bit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 06:05:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego ponders for a bit at the question given to her and then respods, "The Kimmy I know wants to go out for a good time, and I think that despite what is going on I think that she would want to do the same to get all of 'negative' thoughts out of her."<br><br>She looks at Fitz with a cheerful grin on her face, "You seem to be not bad at what you do, competent, relaxed, and ready, all really good traits for a person in this business."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 06:07:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good time it is.&nbsp; And thank you.&nbsp; I do my best."<br><br>Fitz smiled and stood, tossing a pair of fifties on the table.<br><br>"Lunch is on the company, as usual.&nbsp; I'll call you with more details if we find out where she is.&nbsp; With any luck, she'll be settling in soon, and then you can move.&nbsp; See you round, Ms. Gou."<br><br>Something about his pronounciation seemed a bit off...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 18:54:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego listens to him and raises her eyebrow and the pronunciation of her name, but shrugs it off.&nbsp; Everyone is different afterall.<br><br>She finishes up her meal and then noticing that Sad Mary's has jobs for fighters and decides to look into it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 18:59:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being hired as a fighter meant talking to the owner, a Frank Germain.&nbsp; By his accent, he was American, probably from New Jersey...<br><br>"It's simple.&nbsp; You fight to the knockout.&nbsp; Nothing lethal.&nbsp; The longer you go, the more you're likely to earn."&nbsp; He shrugged.&nbsp; "Body like yours, you could probably make it as a dancer.&nbsp; Be a shame to see you marked up...what style you practice, if any?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:10:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dancing isn't my thing anymore," she says to him with a cocky smirk, "As for my style, I have practiced multiple forms of martial arts, from jujitsu to tae kwon do to even basic karate."<br><br>She looks at Frank and shrugs, "And don't worry you won't be disappointed at how I fight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:13:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Awright."<br><br>He looked Shego over again, nodding to himself.<br><br>"Tell you what.&nbsp; Tomorrow night's amateur night.&nbsp; Come, sign up, do what you can.&nbsp; We'll call it your audition, okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:18:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at him confidently.<br><br>"You gotta deal," she says to Frank and then walks on out to head back to the university and to locate where the fraternity house that had those two attack her from yesterday.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:26:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				About halfway to the Science Barrio, her cell phone rang.&nbsp; Fortunately, pulling a scooter over to answer it was a lot safer around here...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:27:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grabs her phone to answer it.<br><br>"Shego, what is it," she says.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:29:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have a tip," Fitz says breathlessly.&nbsp; "Your little friend is being held in a basement apartment in the Science Barrio.&nbsp; Sigma Oms are planning a little gang bang..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:33:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why thank ya Fitz," she says in an eerily cheerful tone, "I'll take care of it, trash all of the plans I had in mind, just drop off a roll of duct tape and some torture implements for me please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:36:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's a sex toy shop on Pogrom Avenue," he said.&nbsp; "Bringing her home, are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well no where else I can take her to at the moment," she replies, "And she will be at my mercy as she will owe me for her 'rescue.'"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:55:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fitz laughed softly.<br><br>"It's in your hands, then.&nbsp; Have fun."<br><br>He hung up, leaving her about four blocks from the probable site of a badly needed rescue!&nbsp; Maybe they wouldn't mind if she just...busted some heads?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:05:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego hangs up the phone and then decides to do things her way.&nbsp; Walking to where the probable site of where dear Kimmy was held at she looks through the windows of the basement if there are windows to observe before blowing a hole into the basement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:07:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From the outside, at least from the front of the building, she saw no access.&nbsp; But around behind, there might be...<br><br>No windows, unfortunately.&nbsp; As near as she could tell, this was a part-time party-house and sometime cafe under the auspices of the same fraternity she'd bumped into on her last visit--the letters Sigma Omicron Beta were much in evidence.<br><br>S. O. B.&nbsp; Funny.&nbsp; And fitting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:09:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moves around to the back of the building
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:13:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Behind the building she found a stairway leading down and a service access door, metal, firmly closed...<br><br>Bingo!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:16:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Deciding to give these fraternity boys a bigger scare she powers up his hands blows the door open.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:47:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door shattered as her usual finesse came into play, hot splinters spraying the entryway and permitting her entrance...revealing a number of beer-swilling sweatshirt clad jock types and a glimpse of a red-haired girl in a purple cheerleader outfit...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:50:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohh, thanks for inviting me boys," she says to them sarcastically, "And you even brought me a gift too," she said looking at the red-head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:53:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, fuck!&nbsp; Not her!"<br><br>One of them, a familiar and somewhat reasonable face, took off deeper into the basement, leaving his drunk and stoned compatriots to face Shego on their own.<br><br>"Nice piece," one of them rumbled.&nbsp; "We can make 'em fuck each other..."<br><br>She got a better look of the girl in the chair...definitely Kimmie!&nbsp; And she was crying through a faceful of cum.&nbsp; And there were a few hints of rope...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:58:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh huh sure," she says to them, "Like a bunch of drunk baffoons could be a good fight."<br><br>Already blowing the door open, and wanting to have some fun she powers up her fists and waves them to come on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 21:04:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being idiots, they charge...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 21:15:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She waits for the first one to come and she dodges him easily taking a swift hit to his neck, the next one that came she punched in the gut while giving the next one a kick to the jaw.&nbsp; Anyone else received a series of kicks, punches, and burns all over them.<br><br>"Are you guys done yet, I'm barely having fun," she says with a cocky smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 21:20:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The room was now filled with broken, moaning bodies, none of whom seemed willing or able to offer any further resistance...and one cum-covered, struggling cheerleader.&nbsp; Taking a moment to examine the setup, Shego found Kim had been tied to the chair, her nipples clamped with clothespins (through the sweater, mercifully), and she had a crotch rope keeping her nice and uncomfortable--the other end of that rope was fastened to a bowling ball sized weight that hung from a pulley, which meant that poor Kim had been...ow!&nbsp; And now, recognizing her rescuer, the girl shook her head and wept copiously, tears spilling down over the gag in her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 21:49:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego smiled at her handy work and then notices the cheerleader tied and bound, "My my Princess, you sure got yourself in a jam again," she said to her sarcastically, "And minus all that man-juice you would look like a piece of art too.&nbsp; Just goes to tell you that most men have no taste in art."<br><br>She walks forward to remove the gag from her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 21:57:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim blushed furiously and tried to turn her face away from Shego...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:04:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now now, no thanks for rescuing you Kimmy," she said, "And well you are also stuck in a great predicament too, those guys will get back up soon and I'm not sure if I can release in due time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:07:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The gag came clear easily enough, and Kim responded dully, resigned resentment in her voice.<br><br>"Go ahead, laugh.&nbsp; I...I need to throw up..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:10:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego just chuckles a bit, "Look here Princess, there is only one reason and one reason alone as to why I am here," she says to her, "I'm the only one that will defeat you, no one else.&nbsp; And if you need to puke..."&nbsp; She moves to grab one of the groaning frat boys, "Puke on this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:11:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gagging and sobbing, the bound woman did so...wincing with every movement.<br><br>"The rope," she slurred.&nbsp; "For fuck's sake, please...it hurts..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:17:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego looks at the rope, "Ohh, you want that removed," she smiled, "I think it adorns you quite well, but before I release I need you pledge to serve me until I say otherwise," she says to her, "You owe me big time Possible."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:18:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fuck you," Kim retorted, blushing furiously.&nbsp; "Why would I want to serve you?"<br><br>She squirmed some more, the rope making her moan.<br><br>"Owwwww...oh-okay, fuck...please, just..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:19:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego moves towards Kim's face, "You will do what, hmm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:21:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim burst into tears.<br><br>"Please?&nbsp; Just get me out of here...I'll do...what you want..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling evilly Shego removes the bonds that kept Kim confined and then helps her up.<br><br>"There you go," she says to her, "Now, I do hope you keep to your word Kimmy."<br><br>With that she starts to walk out of the same way she came in, "Come on campus security should be coming shortly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:27:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sobbing, retching, Kim tried to follow...unsteady on her feet, she leaned against Shego almost all the way out.<br><br>"...spiked drink," she groaned.&nbsp; "Owwww, the light..."<br><br>Fortunately, the scooter was not far away, and Kimmie was able to keep up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:29:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, shut up Possible," she replies, "Just close your eyes if the light hurts."<br><br>She gets onto the scooter with Possible in tow and then heads on home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:31:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim clung to her the whole drive, shuddering and whimpering...then followed her into the bunker sheepishly.<br><br>"N-now what?&nbsp; You've got me, you bitch..."<br><br>There was a surprising lack of rancor in the younger woman's voice.<br><br>"N-not that it was all that dif-ficult t-to...not like that...fucking bastards were gonna rape me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:35:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego just mocked Possible by making her hands look like they were talking.<br><br>"Just be happy you are here and not there," she replied, "Now then do you have anything that belongs to you that is not with you at this moment?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:51:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All my stuff's back at my room...but, uhm, it's...not all that important.&nbsp; I travel light, these days."<br><br>She looked as though she might vomit again any moment.<br><br>"Just clothes and some personal effects and money."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 02:36:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bathroom is over there Princess," she says to her while pointing to the bathroom, "Well let me know where your room is at, I sure as hell am not paying for a whole new wardrobe for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 02:38:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim scrambled for the bathroom, almost tearing the cum-spattered uniform from her body as she dropped to her knees and lost her cookies again, sobbing and gagging...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 04:28:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're cleaning up that bathroom when you are done," Shego replies, "Consider that your first act of servitude to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 04:50:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miserable and sick, Kim makes no objection...nor, indeed, gives any sign that she's heard Shego.&nbsp; Finally, though, she sits on the floor and wipes her mouth on the back of her hand.&nbsp; Flushing, she struggles back to her feet.<br><br>"Do you care if I take a shower?&nbsp; I feel...disgusting...filthy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:04:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure, it'll give me time to head to wherever you stowed all of your stuff at," she replied, "And the bathroom will be spotless too.&nbsp; By the way where is your room at again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:09:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim shot her a glare.<br><br>"You're really going to go get my stuff?"<br><br>She sighed.<br><br>"298 Kafka Lane, apartment two.&nbsp; Door's locked, but those fuckers probably took my keys along with my purse."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I am getting your stuff," she says as she rolls her eyes and listens to what she says next.<br><br>"Well then I'll look into that too," she replied, "First I'll get your stuff delivered here."<br><br>With that she heads out for the exit, "When I get back, I want the bathroom spotless."<br><br>With that she heads on out and pulls out her phone to call Fitz.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:21:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your nickel," his cheerful voice comes over the line.&nbsp; "Ah.&nbsp; How'd it go?&nbsp; Did you find your redheaded friend?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:27:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes I did, Fitz and it was fairly easy to get to her too, I owe you one" she said and pauses, "Did you cancel all of the requests I have asked to you Fitz?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:32:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Everything except the duct tape and some toys...but I figured you'd do well enough looking for your own, frankly."&nbsp; He laughed.&nbsp; "I mean, that'd be a little too much information, no offense."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:44:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please cancel that too," she says to him, "I know I had called in and canceled favors a lot today, but this one I know is simple and easy to do.&nbsp; 298 Kafka Lane, apartment two, I need clothes, and other personal affects that are there to be moved to my home.&nbsp; The door is locked, just thought I'd let you know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:47:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that all?&nbsp; Can do."<br><br>He laughed again.<br><br>"It went well, then.&nbsp; How's she doing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:55:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Knew you could do it," she said with a chuckle.<br><br>"Yep, it went way too easy, though campus might need to repair a door and a door frame," she said, "Right now she is cleaning herself up and the bathroom."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:57:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you didn't whack her."&nbsp; Fitz paused.&nbsp; "Very good.&nbsp; I approve.&nbsp; I'll trust you to check in if you have anything else.&nbsp; Okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 06:01:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought it would be easier if she owed me," she said, "For the time being Kim Possible is now serving me, and is thus helping you and the boss out too now.&nbsp; And besides best to keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 06:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good thinking.&nbsp; But you'd better go on that shopping run before she comes to her senses and runs for it, eh?&nbsp; Talk to you later."<br><br>He hung up, still laughing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 06:08:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now that, that was done Shego hopped onto her scooter to head on over to the SOB frat house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 06:10:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The frat house, or one of them at any rate, was easy enough to find.&nbsp; And her presence did not go unnoticed!<br><br>"Hey!&nbsp; There she is!"<br><br>Easily a dozen brothers spilled out of the door, some of them grabbing weapons...<br><br>"Wait!&nbsp; Don't piss her off!"&nbsp; The lone, familiar voice of reason went unheeded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 06:15:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Awww, you all came out here for little oh lonesome me," she says, "Well I'm waiting."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 18:10:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wait!"<br><br>There was that voice of reason again, fighting his way to the front of the crowd.<br><br>"Don't fuck with her!&nbsp; Don't you fuckers recognize her?"<br><br>The same young bull who'd been so reasonable earlier emerges.<br><br>"Whaddya want," he panted with exertion.&nbsp; "We left you alone, right?&nbsp; No more passes and shit.&nbsp; So why're you here?&nbsp; Is it about that redhead?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 20:26:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stops and listens to the boy.<br><br>"As a matter of fact, yes it is about that redhead," she said, "Her purse. she doesn't have it, so where is it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 23:16:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhm..."<br><br>He looked around.<br><br>"Back at the, uhm...where you found her, I think.&nbsp; Probably."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 23:24:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well thank you," she replies, "Oh and if any of you want to try to get the authorities not a good idea."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 23:57:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ma'alesh," the boy said miserably.&nbsp; "You...you just go, please?&nbsp; Just go."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 02:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh but of course," she starts to leave the area, "Just remember boys, Shelia is here and staying for a while."<br><br>With that she leaves and heads to find out if Kimmy's purse is where they said is at.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 02:20:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took several minutes of searching (with the rather unwilling help of some of the SOBs, who had heard of her reaction to their earlier morale building exercise and were obviously hoping to rebuild a little goodwill) before the purse turned up.&nbsp; It looked intact, and nobody admitted opening it...<br><br>They did confess to a little creative application of GHB at a Sigma Epsilon Chi meeting, but didn't seem to think anything about it.<br><br>"Sigma Ep chicks know we do this stuff.&nbsp; That's why they go for Sigma Ep.&nbsp; I mean, it it's on the app."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 02:29:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Bingo,</em> thought Shego as she grabbed the purse and then went to the sex toy shop in Pogrom Avenue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 02:57:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shop, she found, was quite well stocked with several possibilities that she might not have considered otherwise!&nbsp; Most of the video selection was doubtlessly pirated, or locally produced (especially the 'amateur' material).&nbsp; After shopping, there was little to do but return to her little bunker by the wind farm...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 04:16:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego pays for a ball gag, a spiked collar, a dildo, anal beads, and some bondage tape for the time-being and then heads on back home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 04:50:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Back at the bunker, she finds the bathroom has been cleaned, Kim's things have been packed up and delivered (the boxes are in the 'living room'), and there is no sign of the red-head at first.&nbsp; The sound of the TV playing in the other room, however, gives her a fair idea of where Kim might be found...<br><br>And Shego finds her standing there, rooted in fear, eyes glued to a program on Channel 99.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 17:29:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego walks in bags in hand and throws them on the bed as she sees Kim watching the infamous Channel 99<br><br>"Ahh, so you have tuned into that channel too," she says, "I have no idea what the heck goes on with that channel."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 18:35:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim's wide, fear-filled eyes turned to Shego.<br><br>"What...where...?"<br><br>She hugged herself and shivered, but couldn't quite hide her hardening nipples or the way she'd pressed her thighs together.<br><br>Onscreen, Shego caught a glimpse of Kim in the middle of&nbsp; a four-girl pile up, bound and being taken with strap-ons.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 18:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*sigh*<br><br>Shego moves to the tv and turns it off.<br><br>"Come on, get up," she said to Kim, "Time for you to prove to me that you will keep to your word."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 19:01:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim got to her feet, still wide-eyed and shivering, looking as though she might bolt at the least provocation--but then, having one of your deepest, darkest fantasies suddenly thrown onto a TV screen in front of you is usually a bit traumatic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 19:26:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aww, is the poor little princess scared," she says sarcastically to her, "Now I have your purse which possesses quite a deal of valuable stuff that concerns you.&nbsp; I'll be holding it hostage for now on."<br><br>She grabs into the bag she put on the bed and pulls out a spiked collar, "Put this on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 19:29:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim whimpered, reaching out with numbly shaking hands to pick up the collar and put it on, blushing horribly.<br><br>"Like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 19:56:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smirking Shego then sits down on the edge of the bed with her legs spread.<br><br>"Good, now then for here on out you shall be mine, and mine alone," she said, "I've been so waiting to say this to you Kimmy, you belong to me.&nbsp; Now then I can't constantly support you with my economic condition so you are going to have to earn some money yourself and I know just the place."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 20:12:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim blinked.<br><br>"What do you mean?&nbsp; I don't belong to you!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 21:06:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ut ut," Shego said while waving her index finger, "Remember you said you would serve me before I released you.&nbsp; Which means anything I command of you means you will do it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 21:08:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim blushed and glanced away, moaning softly as the implications of that promise hit home.<br><br>"You coerced me," she complained half-heartedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 21:11:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And you agreed," Shego responded, "Fess up princess, you are mine."<br><br>She laughs at that prospect while pulling out a file to work on her nails.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 21:12:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim sagged, crying softly.<br><br>"Y-you bitch," she whispered.&nbsp; The insult had surprisingly little venom in it...and almost no energy.&nbsp; "Now what?&nbsp; I won't commit crimes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 21:19:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh ho ho," she says, "You will do whatever I tell you to do and you will do it no matter what it is.&nbsp; Remember who saved who."<br><br>She spreads her legs a bit more, "Now your first act is to undress me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 21:21:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Letting out a soft dismayed cry, Kim reached for Shego's clothes, seeking the fastenings.<br><br>"Please, no...don't do this!&nbsp; I...I can't..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 21:23:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then perhaps I could send you back gift wrapped to those frat boys then," she mused, "What color of bow do you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 22:07:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim sobbed a little louder, working Shego's clothes off clumsily.<br><br>"No!&nbsp; Don't...not that!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 22:27:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego smiled at the work being done to her.<br><br>"Continue to keep to your word and all will be well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 23:47:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sobbing softly, Kim got Shego undressed, then settled back on her haunches, crossing her arms over her breasts and looking away from her green-skinned nemesis.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 23:57:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good Kimmy," she said to Possible like a beaten puppy, "Now then get up and bend over my lap."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 00:11:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lower lip, Kim obeyed, sliding across Shego's lap and wiggling a little as she tried to find a more comfortable position.&nbsp; Tears welled in her eyes as she shut them tightly, trembling with fear...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 16:27:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once Kim was positioned Shego raised her hand and started to spank Possible.<br><br>"How dare you even to question or defy what I tell you to do," she replies, "You are mine, Princess!!&nbsp; Remember that or else."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 17:50:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim cried out and squirmed, shaking her head.<br><br>"No!&nbsp; Oh, no!&nbsp; Please, not that!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 02:00:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She raises her hand and spanks more, "You shall obey me, and I won't tolerate any more disobedience.&nbsp; Do you understand!!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 02:54:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim cried out at every swat, tossing her head and struggling.<br><br>"Yes!&nbsp; Yes, owww...yes, I understand!&nbsp; Fuck!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 03:03:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling she stops after Kimberly acknowledges to Shego's words.<br><br>"Good, now get up," she says to her, "I wasn't going to give any rules to you on the first day, but you need them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 03:03:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim got back to on her feet, tear-streaked, rubbing her bottom, pouting slightly.<br><br>"...bitch..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 03:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What did you just call me," she said to her angrily, "That'll cost you, tomorrow you are to wear only your bra and panties even in public.&nbsp; Tonight I shall give you the rundown."<br><br>She sits down on the bed and crosses her legs while placing her hands on the bed.<br><br>"Alright I saved your life not from those frat boys, but from my employers too," she said, "Because they would have silenced you forever Kimmy.&nbsp; I did not give them the luxury.&nbsp; I could if you don't cooperate.&nbsp; So first rule, every night you shall attend to me with nothing but that collar and a smile.&nbsp; Second rule, you need to earn an income, so that means a job.&nbsp; I'm certain my employers would be willing to provide you a job working with me, or I can find you one, or perhaps you can do both.&nbsp; Third rule, never interfere in any of my jobs.&nbsp; The fourth rule is every I haven't covered, I believe in the United States Constitution that would be the necessary and proper clause."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 03:20:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim bit her lower lip and shivered, eyes tightly shut, tears slowly leaking down her cheeks...but the girl could not hide the scent of her arousal, nor the way her nipples had hardened!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 03:32:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego smirked at Kim's arousal as her nipples hardened.<br><br>"So are we clear on all of this, because now it is time to administer your indoctrination of your servitude," she said as she pulls out a standard dildo that surprisingly has a green hue to it as well.<br><br>She brushes it along Kim's breasts and then begins to dip down to her abdomen stopping at her belly button, presses it there for a bit and then goes down to have trace the outline of Kim's outer petals.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 03:35:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim gasped as the toy brushed her skin, shifting uneasily.<br><br>"Ohhhhh...n-nooo, please...d-don't...don't do this!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 03:38:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, but you are going to have it," she said as she begins to circle more and then has it dip into her petals slowly watching Kim's body react in ecstasy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 03:44:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch of the toy to her sex got a louder moan out of Kim.<br><br>"Please, no...Shego, you don't...you don't have to do this!&nbsp; Please!"<br><br>She spread her legs a little wider, seeking balance.<br><br>"Ohhhh..."<br><br>She was definitely wet, her petals parting readily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 03:52:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But I do want to do this," she said to her as she rams the rest of it in her and begins to twist it around in her sex.<br><br>Shego's nipples hardened and she herself was building moisture in her sweet petals.<br><br>"Enjoy Princess, there is more to come."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 04:44:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim cried out, tears flowing faster as she tilted her head back and reached out to either side in a vain attempt to find balance!<br><br>"Owwwww!&nbsp; Fuck!&nbsp; You bitch..."<br><br>Yet there was far less rancor in the curse than Shego might have expected, and as wet as Kim was, there was little chance of the toy hurting all that much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 20:37:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pushes the dildo as far as she can push it in without causing much harm to Possible's body.<br><br>She then pulls out the anal beads and then just twirls them around.<br><br>"My my, what should I do with this," she asks Possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 20:46:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim bit her lower lip and whimpered like a kicked puppy, finally opening her eyes to see what Shego dangled in front of her...<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; N-no!&nbsp; Not those...please, no...ahhh, not that!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 20:57:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come on Kimmy," she says to her, "You know you want it."<br><br>She says to her as she walks around to spread her cheeks and then begins to insert the beads into her after giving her cheeks a good squeeze and a spank.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 20:59:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim let out a soft sob, tried to pull away but lost her balance instead and fell forward onto the bed.<br><br>"Owwww...n-no...please, no..."<br><br>Then the first bead went in, and she gasped even louder, clutching at the blanket with tears streaming freely down her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 22:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego smiles more wickedly, "Owww yes," she drives the beads deeper into her ass watching the red head squirm while each bead enters her.<br><br>"You had it coming Princess," she said to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 23:15:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim sobbed and shook her head...and pushed herself back on the next beads, gasping as she was completely filled.<br><br>"Fuck...fuck me like a whore," she whispered, weeping openly.&nbsp; "Take me, please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 06:17:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego smiled at Kimmy's words as she moved around to fiddle with the dildo lodged into the red-head's vagina.<br><br>She twists and and turns the dildo while it is in her pondering on those words.<br><br>"Oh I would, but not yet Princess, you haven't earn it," she said to her, "And the way your attitude was before didn't help at all either."<br><br>She twists and turns the dildo more while pressing hard onto the base of it to provide more pain and pleasure at the same time to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 06:36:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim squealed louder, her breath coming in great gulping sobs as she twisted on the vibe.<br><br>"P-please?&nbsp; Please, Sheila?&nbsp; Ahhhhh...f-fuck..."<br><br>Bowing her head, the former super-agent surrendered to her shame, her helplessness.<br><br>"Please?&nbsp; Don't hurt me anymore...I'm sorry!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 03:39:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The pain will continue Kimmy," she said to her, "It will continue until I say so."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 03:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim sobbed and struggled weakly.<br><br>"N-nooo, please...don't make me want you!&nbsp; Please..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 18:43:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pausing for a moment she looks at he victim with pause and then removes the dildo from Possible along with the beads.<br><br>"We are done for now," she says as she goes to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 18:44:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Behind her, on the bed, Kim sobbed into the pillow...not yet satisfied, too needy by far, and left helplessly wanting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 01:00:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego takes the shower thinking at the words Kim said to her.&nbsp; She did not know that the red-head wanted her.&nbsp; It excited her, and yet frightened her a bit too.&nbsp; What on earth could she do now.&nbsp; Shego thought at what she could to do now.&nbsp; The torture was making Kim want her, but she did not expect to go that fast so early.&nbsp; All of this newfound information needed to be absorbed before she continued further with Kimmy.<br><br>When the time came she got out of the sower and went to the bedroom again, "Alright I think it is time for some sleep, you're sleeping on the floor tonight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 01:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A miserably weeping little ball of red-head crawled off the bed and onto the floor, settling at the foot like a well-tamed little dog.&nbsp; To add to any confusion Shego felt, Kim impulsively kissed the green-skinned villain's foot when she passed...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 01:28:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What the heck," she said to the licking, "What has gotten into you Possible?&nbsp; Wait I don't think I want to know right now.&nbsp; Just, just go to sleep now," she said as she fell asleep confused.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 01:30:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim fought down her soft sobs as best she could, but sleep was a long time in coming...at least until Shego fell asleep and the red-haired girl could finish herself off with her fingers, choking back her moans of arousal.<br><br>Her orgasm, which was late in arriving, was good...but not enough!&nbsp; Slowly, Kim got to her feet and padded into the bathroom, starting a shower and rinsing off, the hot water washing away her tears and sweat.&nbsp; But it wasn't long before she let her fingers explore again, reaching back to press one well-soaped finger into her tight ass as she rubbed her clit and sobbed out her frustration.<br><br>Why?&nbsp; Why didn't Shego want her?&nbsp; Wasn't she good enough?&nbsp; Was she truly that angry with Kim?&nbsp; Why did every woman she wanted leave her?&nbsp; Just like Bonnie...and Tara...and Monique, who had been so angry with her when she slipped up and admitted...ahhhh...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 18:29:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego laid there in bed just pondering everything.&nbsp; It was exciting to see Kimmy want her, but scary to think that was what she wanted for all of those years.&nbsp; She lays back and stares at the ceiling while waiting for the princess to come out of the shower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 19:15:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim eventually climaxed again and slumped to the floor of the shower, weeping softly...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 23:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego walks into the bathroom to see what has happened to her new acquisition and grabs her by her arms to pull her up.<br><br>"Alright so, now that you are done with what you were doing we are going out," she says to her, "Put on something decent we are going to Sad Mary's I have a fight coming up and you have to earn some money too on the side.&nbsp; And boy, do I know the job for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 01:12:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wide-eyed, Kim tried to struggle, but after her orgasms was too weak to resist much.<br><br>"N-no, please...don't do this!&nbsp; I'll be good, I promise!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 16:18:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego snorts at her complaints.<br><br>"Come on, my income can't support both you and me, so you gotta earn some money yourself and the job I have in mind will earn enough to do so," she says to her, "No hurry and get dressed I don't have all day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 16:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whimpering pathetically, Kim dressed herself quickly and wordlessly followed Shego, almost limp and passive...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 19:16:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay lets go," she gets the scooter ready to go and waits for Possible to hop on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 19:17:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim hopped on, eyes shut, clinging to Shego as tightly as she could without causing the green-skinned woman any trouble with driving.&nbsp; She was warm, soft...perhaps a bit distracting as well, but that could easily be chalked up to the situation in general.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:01:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman sighs and then heads on out to Sad Mary's<br><br>It was hard to drive with her clinging tightly and her warm body touching hers but she keeps focus on the road<br><br>When they get there she gets Kim to get off and then she hops off too.<br><br>"Alright as part of you agreeing to the our little deal you're going to apply for a job as a stripper here at Sad Mary's," she says to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stripper?"<br><br>Kim's eyes widened, and for a moment she was clearly about to protest when earlier comments come to mind and she deflated in defeat.<br><br>"I...yes, Shego.&nbsp; Whatever you say."<br><br>She glumly followed the ex-villain into Sad Mary's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:12:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at Km's admittance to defeat.<br><br>"Excellent," she replies, "Now lets go in."<br><br>She walks into the bar letting Kim go first and then heads to the bartender.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shivering, Kim headed inside and made a few discrete inquiries, then wandered into the back to talk to someone about signing up as a dancer.&nbsp; This left Shego talking to Frank, owner and bartender...<br><br>"Back again?&nbsp; Cool.&nbsp; So, what'll it be?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:19:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll do a few fights, if it is good for business I'll continue," she says to the owner, "If not well I have other options too, to help you out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All right.&nbsp; Welcome aboard.&nbsp; And your little red-head, she'll be dancing?"<br><br>He grinned appreciatively.<br><br>"Money's not as good here as back in the States, but she'll do well enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:23:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego nods at his question, "Yeah, she will be dancing.&nbsp; Thought I'd convince her do it as a way to show you that I am willing to help out your business."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:27:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, yeah, she'll help."<br><br>He gets her a beer.<br><br>"On the house.&nbsp; Call it a perk."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:28:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at him and takes the beer, "So seeing that it appears we have some sort of agreement, whats next," she asks calmly and then takes a swig.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:32:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We get you and that sweet little girl of yours on the schedule," Frank grins.&nbsp; "And then we get to see if she can handle herself as well as you can."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckles, "Well, I'm ready when you are," she replies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 23:34:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tonight, then.&nbsp; Go on back and ask Mumbles to show you where to change.&nbsp; And, uh, no beating the crap out of each other before the match, okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 00:06:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You got it," she replies to him and then heads on out once her drink is finished to this "Mumbles"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 00:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mumbles didn't.&nbsp; He proved to be a sort of general manager of life behind the scenes at Sad Mary's, and quickly showed Shego the locker room and ready room.<br><br>"Boss explained the rules to you, ja?&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; You follow, or you don't get paid.&nbsp; Fight in the ring, not back here.&nbsp; No conjugal visits while you're on the clock.&nbsp; Otherwise, you gonna be okay, I think.&nbsp; That your red-head talkin' up one of the dancers?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 02:19:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah I was informed," she said to Mumbles while she finds a nice corner to lean on, "As long as I get paid you have nothing to worry about.&nbsp; And as for her, yeah she is mine."<br><br>Looking around the locker room she takes not of the scenery and then speaks up again, "So, when is my first fight."<br><br>She smiles in anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 16:57:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Today, since you're so hot to trot," Mumbles said, grabbing a clipboard.&nbsp; "Snarling Demon's looking to make a comeback, so try not to break her in half, okay?"<br><br>He gave her the nickel tour, which would have given her three cents change, and left her alone to change and think.&nbsp; She got a quick glimpse of her little red-headed pet in a skimpy outfit passing by the locker room, heard music swelling...<br><br>They hadn't told her she couldn't go watch, had they?&nbsp; Only that she didn't get to fuck on the clock.&nbsp; Although some of the workers here did just that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:30:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego got dressed in a simple sports bra and spandex shorts that went to her knees, both matching the green and black pattern of her usual outfit.<br><br>Once ready she walked out to see just how the cute redhead was doing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 18:51:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim was already out on stage, trying a few moves to some vaguely hip-hop number that seemed to combine the worst aspects of gangsta rap, house blend, and Farsi love songs.&nbsp; And even considering the early hour, she was getting plenty of attention!&nbsp; And tips, from the looks of it.<br><br>Eyes half-closed, thinking about something other than the leering customers, she did something that reminded Shego of how the girl felt in bed, underneath her submissively, screaming for the sweet release of climax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 02:12:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at the show and then went back to the locker room to prep herself for the fight, doing stretches, and a variety of other exercises to warm-up while waiting for the fight to begin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 02:20:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another woman in the door nodded appreciatively at Kim over Shego's shoulder.<br><br>"Not bad.&nbsp; Your bottom?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 20:36:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirks at question and continues to watch the show while she has time to do so before she is called to fight her oppionent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 06:35:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim is offstage when Shego got called up for her debut fight against some masked quasi-luchadora with a lot of stage presence but maybe not so much in the way of actual skill.&nbsp; With a stage name like Snarling Demon, of course, one might as well have painted a target on one's chest.<br><br>Shego got a moment to size the competition as the announcer bluffed and strutted, announcing her as the Green Meanie...whose lame idea was <em>that</em>?<br><br>(4d6 for Initiative)<br>(4d6 to size up the opposition)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 08:16:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She simply sighed at the name of both her opponent and her own ring name, but hey, money is money since she is going to win.<br><br>She looks at her opponent and just grins.<br><br>Initiative<br>At 2010-08-18 01:14:19, Idej (uid: 1779) rolls: 4d6 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=17377)<br><br>Sizing opponent up<br>At 2010-08-18 01:14:34, Idej (uid: 1779) rolls: 4d6 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=17378)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 20:57:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego is reasonably sure that while the woman in the mask opposite her is pretty strong, and fast, and knows a bit about catfighting, she's definitely not as strong, fast, or skilled!<br><br><br><br><br>(Comment: Snarling Demon--Initiative<br>Total: 13<br>Shego gets to go first!<br><br>5d6 to Attack, drop the lowest 1...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 02:49:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego smirk turns into a berserk grin as she moves in to the Demon's left and throws a left hook at her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 16:50:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2010-08-20 09:48:54, Idej (uid: 1779) rolls: 5d6k4 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=17444)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 22:43:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2010-08-23 15:43:14, Idej (uid: 1779) rolls: 4d6k4 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=17541)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 05:29:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego's fist connects, snapping the woman's head to her right and forcing her own attempt at a grab off target.&nbsp; Snarling Demon's hands go wide, leaving her wide open...<br><br><br><br><br>(Round Two!<br>Shego gets 4d6 to Attack, 4d6 to Defend.<br>Snarling Demon is 4d6 Attack, 4d6 to Defend, dropping the highest die from both pools)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 05:35:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Attack<br><br>At 2010-08-23 22:34:34, Idej (uid: 1779) rolls: 4d6 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=17547)<br><br>Defend<br><br>At 2010-08-23 22:34:46, Idej (uid: 1779) rolls: 4d6 Result: 15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=17548)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 19:15:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(go ahead and describe Shego's attack...)<br><br>(Attack<br>Roll Result: MadPanda rolled: 4d6, keeping -3 dice<br>Comment: <br>Result: 3, 6, 1, 1, <br>Total: 5<br><br>Defend<br>Roll Result: MadPanda rolled: 4d6, keeping -3 dice<br>Comment: <br>Result: 4, 5, 5, 6, <br>Total: 14<br><br>19-15 = 4 more points of damage to Snarling Demon, who's really feeling it!<br>5-15 = miss<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 22:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego moves and raises her left leg to plant her foot into the Demon's gut.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 18:05:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Snarling Demon lets out an 'oof' as Shego's foot slams into her...and the crowd gets even rowdier!&nbsp; Twisting and pulling away from her opponent, the masked woman retreats to a corner, gasping for breath.<br><br>Unfortunately, caution gets her razzed for cowardice, and soon enough she's charging back into the fray!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 05:44:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirks at the luchadora and expects the fight to be over, but then she was wrong as her opponent comes charging back.<br><br>Thinking that it might be for show she lets the luchadora hit her once before she goes to finish her off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 17:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A showy finishing move on Shego's part, and the luchadora goes limp, letting herself get counted out.&nbsp; Shego gets to exit the ring to wild applause.&nbsp; Apparently her decision to get hit showed good sportsmanship or something, because the crowd is definitely pleased!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 17:50:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at the wild applause as she just raises her hands in the air to congratulate herself and the audience and then heads back to the locker room to see whether she is to fight again or what not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 18:43:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim greeted her just inside the locker room with a sudden hug and a quick kiss to her ear.<br><br>"Watching you fight was...mmmm!"<br><br>She broke off before anyone objected to their PDA.<br><br>"I can't wait to get home!"<br><br>She slipped out just ahead of Mumbles, who looked a little less annoyed with the world in general than he did before.<br><br>"Not too shabby," he nodded to her.&nbsp; "You can kick ass, all right.&nbsp; Maybe a little too well for this stuff.&nbsp; How would you feel about some serious work?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 21:40:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shego was surprised at the way Possible came to hug and kiss.&nbsp; It was all shocking to see her do that, but she shook off the distraction as Mumbles came in to congratulate her and offer "better" work<br><br>"What do you have in mind," she asks while leaning against some lockers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 21:49:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Someone of your skills is bound to find a more lucrative offer sooner or later.&nbsp; I'm willing to find you a few good ones for, say, ten percent?"&nbsp; Mumbles grinned.&nbsp; "You're too good to be a fake gladiator."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 22:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ten percent finder's fee does sound fair," she replies and offers her hand to shake, "You got a deal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 22:15:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mumbles nodded.&nbsp; "Okay, then.&nbsp; Take the rest of the night off.&nbsp; We'll see you and your little friend back here tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 22:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just one more thing," she asks, "How much did I get paid for this fight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 23:35:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your take, basic fee plus cut of the tips thrown in, is about two hundred.&nbsp; Not bad for a debut, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 21:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was great, and stimulating," she replies, "Alright just got to collect my money and then I am out of here.&nbsp; See ya tomorrow"<br><br>And with that she heads out of Sad Mary's with Kim in hand and heads back home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 23:43:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See you tomorrow."<br><br>Kim was only too happy to get going, quietly hugging Shego around the waist the whole way back to their little bunker.<br><br>"That was kind of sucky," she pouted when Shego stopped.&nbsp; "I mean, okay, I look good and all, and maybe I should have gotten used to being gawked at when I was a cheerleader, but..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 20:16:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well get use to it Princess," she replies, "As you are going to have to do it all again tomorrow."<br><br>She gets to the room and then begins to undress in front of Kim like it was nothing...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Burned Possibles (MP/Idej)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 20:40:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kim pouted even more.<br><br>"But I only want to be seen by you..."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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