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Post by Lita on Jul 14, 2010 10:59:14 GMT -5
Lita stumbled around to the front doors, her mind full of new calculations and plans. Before she had lost all control she had gotten a lot more in the way of data and could probably get something knocked up before the week's end. Maybe just a prototype but there would be something. She'd have to work around her project for Kari but now she had an assistant so everything would be ok, maybe. She grinned to herself and then the door hit her. She rolled back and ended up sprawled on the ground.
The stars cleared quickly and she deduced that her nose was broken again and it was bleeding badly. She glanced back to the door where Kari stood. "What are you doing? You can't leave. You haven't de-" She paused as her mind searched for a word but it was still spinning just enough that she couldn't grasp. "De-magicked the crates." She tried to stagger to her feet but couldn't manage it and ended up on her knees. "I understand that you've lost valuable time but I still need you to accomplish what you came for. Also, if you could begin regular deliveries of large amounts of ice for the next week and make sure to do that for all future deliveries it would cut down on any avoidable losses."
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Karishima Yumi
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Post by Karishima Yumi on Jul 15, 2010 4:40:12 GMT -5
Perfect. First I rape her, then I beat her up. There is never a hole in the ground to crawl into and die when you need one.
Yet, Lita wasn't screaming 'rape' at the top pf her lungs or trying to get away. She had been at the front door, so close to it as to get caught by Karishima's careless swing. Was she.. coming back inside? And her words.. not a mention of what had happened, or of her hectic escape... she was all about the job now. Maybe that was a coping mechanism for her? Karishima realized that there was so little she actually knew about Lita, beyond her field of study. Her work was why she had hired her, so she never thought about before. But now...
Kari found herslef at Lita's side, helping her up to her feet. The investor's weight was nothing to her strength. As she guided the naked woman back inside, she held one hand over Lita's nose, her blood magic more than capable off stopping the bleed, mending the served vessels, and getting it flowing again, albeit it was slower going with the break. Mending that was beyond her power.
She noted that Lita's skin was cold and slightly wet, and she was overwhelmed with the desire to wrap several warm tentacles around Lita so she could warm up. Kari was able to stop herslef though; that was how this whole mess got started.
At least I can stop myself. She thought. That was encouraging. But even this platonic, necessary contact with Lita's skin caused such a ripple of warmth to run through her that once they were safely inside, and she had sat Lita down in the frist chair they reached, she wasted no time in letting go of the woman, dropping her arms away as though Lita had been on fire.
"I'll despell the crates," Karishima said carefully. Flatly. "Then I think I should go." She didn't want to go. She wnated to stay and talk and apologize for losing control and warm Lita up in a way that (probably) had nothing to do with sex. And the longer she stayed, the stronger that side of her got.
Karishima approached the crates one at a time. Her hands made the movements, her lips said the words, and her mind pulled on the magic, but her thoughts were elsewhere. First Isena now this... what was happening to her? Was this loss of control some dealthwok thing that's been sleeping inside her and is only now making itself known? Did she spend the last century convincing people she wasn't a monster just to become one?
The last crate was finished, leaving Kari across the room from Lita. "I'll make sure your ice gets here," she said. "And I'll send Fiona down to tend to your nose and bring some extra clothing to make up for -- well, I'll send clothes at any rate."
Have to get out, Karishima thought. Have to think.
Kari turned, and vanished from view, only her dress hung in the air over her invisible body. It was soon pulled off and discarded on the closet crate. She didn't need it. She had plenty more. This one smelled of her, and of Lita, and of them together, and of the pheromones that she didn't even know she could emit. To bring it would have driven her nuts.
The door opened of its own accord, then closed.
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Post by Lita on Jul 15, 2010 5:16:48 GMT -5
Lita was tired, she probably wouldn't be able to start working today at all. It was a severe disappointment. All she wanted to do was pass out, at least she kept a small cot in here and not the office. She glanced around and saw the dress. It was out in the open, on a crate. Why was it there when it had been in the room. Had she missed something? Lita's mind frantically tried to think but stalled. Perhaps the strike to the nose was a bit worse than she had thought. Speaking of...She reached up with one hand and tried to straighten it herself. It wasn't the first time she had done something like this but without a mirror it was still a bit crooked. The pain was nearly unbearable.
She stood, tears of pain welling in her eyes and walked to the dress. She picked it up and looked at it carefully, it made her feel strange and she could detect a spiciness in the air. She whirled around and ran to the office. She wouldn't fall prey again. She opened the door, tossed the offending garment inside, and slammed it shut again. She sagged and made her way to the cot. She needed to sleep.
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