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keaaluJust some more scrat.
For those who have forgotten (read: Aegis) Iios (translated: "Malachite") is my Synth bad-boy; young and (like Azure) rather emotionally mercurial, a fairly demanding, impatient creature who wants things NOW (think five-year-old in an adult's body). He's also the least ethical - don't get in his way, for the sake of whichever deity/-ies you choose to believe in - but his heart is just about in the right place. Well, sort of. Mostly. Anyway.
Edit: Since Anna pointed out these notes don't make much sense, I should have made it more clear that yes, they're just notes. As in, disjointed as buggery.
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“Well well,” a voice purred from somewhere behind him, and he twisted sharply around to find a pair of sleepy red-pink eyes regarding him steadily. “This is an unexpected turn of events.”
Great, he admonished himself, inwardly. I manage to turn up in some little whore’s bedroom.
The ‘whore’ in question was Nyenni – small, white-furred, her skin and eyes pink and her dainty hoofs the colour of burnt honey; albino, and rather pretty, her long hair styled into a forest of tight curls and her arms dyed with a pale lilac haze and shocking black tiger-stripes.
“How we proceed from here, stranger, is up to you,” she observed, lightly, cellular communicator in one hand and ensuring the weapon in the other remained trained on him. “Because my next telephone call will either be to the police, or…” she paused and smiled, licked her lips, “to my friends tomorrow morning.”
“I could kill you,” he observed. “And you wouldn’t get the option of making a telephone call.”
“You could,” she agreed, knowingly. “But you won’t, because now you’re curious.”
“I have to say, you’re not exactly a typical member of your species,” she observed, trailing her fingers down over his chest.
“I don’t pretend to be,” he replied, with a smile, watching her earlier annoyance finally melt into curiosity.
Well, this is a bit of an annoyance, he mused, silently, surreptitiously examining the cuffs at his wrists. The EM-pulse had done a number on his tertiary systems – he imagined it felt something like it would to go through an ore-mill – and half the servos for his precision motor control were offline, but he wasn’t about to let them know that. All that it’d look like was he was a bit jittery, which fitted the Kiravai image right down to a tee.
The Usurian snarled and gave him a resounding punch to the abdomen, to which Iios mimed agony and sagged in the cuffs. “You’ll start squawking one way or another, bird,” he threatened, closing his fingers at the cob’s throat and forcing him to meet his gaze.
“You’ll have to kill me first,” Iios ‘wheezed’, steadfastly meeting the Usurian’s hot, hateful amber gaze.
“If that’s what it’ll take, then so be it,” the Usurian snapped, disgustedly, shoving hard against Iios’ throat as he did so; not hard enough to kill, not even hard enough to kill a biological Kiravai, but the green cob again mimed pain, sinking against the wall and whimpering softly, and the Usurian left him alone.
“So how about you, sweetling?” the giant male turned his attention on Alexa, leaning closer and nuzzling her throat; she turned her face away and tried not to look disgusted. “I’m sure we could come to some sort of… arrangement…?”
“The sort of arrangement you want you’d never be able to afford,” she retorted, darkly, but her stomach had clenched and she knew that if he was that way inclined he’d just do what he liked, especially with her so inescapably trapped.
He chuckled, and licked her cheek, drawing a long, broad, wet stripe all the way from the line of her jaw to her brow. “Aw, come on, honey-bun, I know you want it,” he purred, bellying closer to her. “You little galactic whores can’t get enough of it… This big dog and his bone…”
He was twice her height and close to three times her bulk, but she still stared him out, bravely. “I don’t know who you’ve been talking to,” she retorted, gracing him with a saccharine smile, “but we only have dealings with fellow sentient beings. Gutter-sludge doesn’t count, so how about come back when you grow some brain cells?”
For a moment or two the giant brute found he could only stare, outraged. Then he drew himself up to his full height, and slugged her full force around the face. “You-… you…!” he spluttered, rabidly, unable to find the perfect words to vent his righteous ichor.
“…hey… hey, lexa…”
At last she became aware of the voice calling her name, and dragged her eyes open; the light was painful and sparked a fresh flurry of angry tears. “…”
He was watching her, carefully, leaning forward and trying (without much success) to get to her eye-level. “How badly are you hurt?”
She winced and tried to straighten up, to take the weight off her arms. “Bruised,” she managed, but her words were thick, cloying, and she spat out a gob of blood. “And I think he knocked a tooth loose. Don’t let me go chewing anything for a while.”
As she watched, he leaned forward, gently resting his weight against the cuffs and chains.
“What are you up to?” she slurred, around her swollen cheek.
“Just a little experiment,” he replied, evasively.
“I don’t think you’ll be able to pull them off the wall.”
He smiled that mysterious little smile. “Who said anything about that?”
The Usurian looked satisfied he’d made his point – Iios hung limp in the cuffs, groaning and snivelling by turns – and foolishly turned his back on his prisoner. As Alexa watched, however, the grievously wounded Kiravai straightened silently, briefly flexed his arms, and then leaned into the cuffs-
From somewhere behind {the Usurian} there was a low bang! and a light ping as of a dropped coin, and then a second bang a split second after. He turned, startled, and caught a glimpse of his “prisoner” hunkering predatorily on the floor, and then the demon was at his throat.
“For a while you had my interest,” Iios explained, evenly, crossing his hands almost tenderly at the bulky giant’s throat, trapping him between his powerful knees and pinning him with his weight. “You did capture me, after all. But then you failed to realise what you had caught, and lost any respect I may have had for you.”
“What-…” the Usurian panted, hoarsely, grabbing at the hands around his throat and finding them as unyielding as steel. “What are you…?!”
Iios smiled, amusedly. “Wouldn’t you love to know,” he agreed, and pushed his hands in opposite directions; one sharp twist and a sickening crak later and the giant lay limp between the restraining knees.
“…but what about me…?”
He gave her a disinterested, vaguely disgusted look. “You got us into this mess,” he replied, callously. “You want out, you get yourself out.”
She wasn’t sure how long she wallowed in self-pity after he’d gone – of course he’d left her, he was Kiravai, and there was something more deeply wrong about him too. Pity, from such an emotionally-disturbed, psychotic bird-brain? Who are you trying to fool, girl…?
He grasped the chain firmly in both hands, and it was the work of a few milliseconds to snap it clean through.
“You said you were leaving me-!” she gulped the words out, accusingly, as he freed her other wrist, then scooped her up off the floor and slung her over a shoulder.
“Of course I did,” he replied, as if it was a stupid comment. “If you knew I was going to sneak around and find a way for both of us to get out, you’d have told them, eventually, if they hit you enough. I find responses are always more believable if a person is genuine – and they’d have hit you less if you looked like you were telling the truth.”
“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?” she told him, but there was a bizarre thanks in her voice, and he laughed.
“Sadly, yes. I know already.”
...I'm so going to get nagged for that. :)
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Now, I must get back to the important business of discussing with Anna the mechanics of making giant Jaffacakes.
For those who have forgotten (read: Aegis) Iios (translated: "Malachite") is my Synth bad-boy; young and (like Azure) rather emotionally mercurial, a fairly demanding, impatient creature who wants things NOW (think five-year-old in an adult's body). He's also the least ethical - don't get in his way, for the sake of whichever deity/-ies you choose to believe in - but his heart is just about in the right place. Well, sort of. Mostly. Anyway.
Edit: Since Anna pointed out these notes don't make much sense, I should have made it more clear that yes, they're just notes. As in, disjointed as buggery.
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“Well well,” a voice purred from somewhere behind him, and he twisted sharply around to find a pair of sleepy red-pink eyes regarding him steadily. “This is an unexpected turn of events.”
Great, he admonished himself, inwardly. I manage to turn up in some little whore’s bedroom.
The ‘whore’ in question was Nyenni – small, white-furred, her skin and eyes pink and her dainty hoofs the colour of burnt honey; albino, and rather pretty, her long hair styled into a forest of tight curls and her arms dyed with a pale lilac haze and shocking black tiger-stripes.
“How we proceed from here, stranger, is up to you,” she observed, lightly, cellular communicator in one hand and ensuring the weapon in the other remained trained on him. “Because my next telephone call will either be to the police, or…” she paused and smiled, licked her lips, “to my friends tomorrow morning.”
“I could kill you,” he observed. “And you wouldn’t get the option of making a telephone call.”
“You could,” she agreed, knowingly. “But you won’t, because now you’re curious.”
“I have to say, you’re not exactly a typical member of your species,” she observed, trailing her fingers down over his chest.
“I don’t pretend to be,” he replied, with a smile, watching her earlier annoyance finally melt into curiosity.
Well, this is a bit of an annoyance, he mused, silently, surreptitiously examining the cuffs at his wrists. The EM-pulse had done a number on his tertiary systems – he imagined it felt something like it would to go through an ore-mill – and half the servos for his precision motor control were offline, but he wasn’t about to let them know that. All that it’d look like was he was a bit jittery, which fitted the Kiravai image right down to a tee.
The Usurian snarled and gave him a resounding punch to the abdomen, to which Iios mimed agony and sagged in the cuffs. “You’ll start squawking one way or another, bird,” he threatened, closing his fingers at the cob’s throat and forcing him to meet his gaze.
“You’ll have to kill me first,” Iios ‘wheezed’, steadfastly meeting the Usurian’s hot, hateful amber gaze.
“If that’s what it’ll take, then so be it,” the Usurian snapped, disgustedly, shoving hard against Iios’ throat as he did so; not hard enough to kill, not even hard enough to kill a biological Kiravai, but the green cob again mimed pain, sinking against the wall and whimpering softly, and the Usurian left him alone.
“So how about you, sweetling?” the giant male turned his attention on Alexa, leaning closer and nuzzling her throat; she turned her face away and tried not to look disgusted. “I’m sure we could come to some sort of… arrangement…?”
“The sort of arrangement you want you’d never be able to afford,” she retorted, darkly, but her stomach had clenched and she knew that if he was that way inclined he’d just do what he liked, especially with her so inescapably trapped.
He chuckled, and licked her cheek, drawing a long, broad, wet stripe all the way from the line of her jaw to her brow. “Aw, come on, honey-bun, I know you want it,” he purred, bellying closer to her. “You little galactic whores can’t get enough of it… This big dog and his bone…”
He was twice her height and close to three times her bulk, but she still stared him out, bravely. “I don’t know who you’ve been talking to,” she retorted, gracing him with a saccharine smile, “but we only have dealings with fellow sentient beings. Gutter-sludge doesn’t count, so how about come back when you grow some brain cells?”
For a moment or two the giant brute found he could only stare, outraged. Then he drew himself up to his full height, and slugged her full force around the face. “You-… you…!” he spluttered, rabidly, unable to find the perfect words to vent his righteous ichor.
“…hey… hey, lexa…”
At last she became aware of the voice calling her name, and dragged her eyes open; the light was painful and sparked a fresh flurry of angry tears. “…”
He was watching her, carefully, leaning forward and trying (without much success) to get to her eye-level. “How badly are you hurt?”
She winced and tried to straighten up, to take the weight off her arms. “Bruised,” she managed, but her words were thick, cloying, and she spat out a gob of blood. “And I think he knocked a tooth loose. Don’t let me go chewing anything for a while.”
As she watched, he leaned forward, gently resting his weight against the cuffs and chains.
“What are you up to?” she slurred, around her swollen cheek.
“Just a little experiment,” he replied, evasively.
“I don’t think you’ll be able to pull them off the wall.”
He smiled that mysterious little smile. “Who said anything about that?”
The Usurian looked satisfied he’d made his point – Iios hung limp in the cuffs, groaning and snivelling by turns – and foolishly turned his back on his prisoner. As Alexa watched, however, the grievously wounded Kiravai straightened silently, briefly flexed his arms, and then leaned into the cuffs-
From somewhere behind {the Usurian} there was a low bang! and a light ping as of a dropped coin, and then a second bang a split second after. He turned, startled, and caught a glimpse of his “prisoner” hunkering predatorily on the floor, and then the demon was at his throat.
“For a while you had my interest,” Iios explained, evenly, crossing his hands almost tenderly at the bulky giant’s throat, trapping him between his powerful knees and pinning him with his weight. “You did capture me, after all. But then you failed to realise what you had caught, and lost any respect I may have had for you.”
“What-…” the Usurian panted, hoarsely, grabbing at the hands around his throat and finding them as unyielding as steel. “What are you…?!”
Iios smiled, amusedly. “Wouldn’t you love to know,” he agreed, and pushed his hands in opposite directions; one sharp twist and a sickening crak later and the giant lay limp between the restraining knees.
“…but what about me…?”
He gave her a disinterested, vaguely disgusted look. “You got us into this mess,” he replied, callously. “You want out, you get yourself out.”
She wasn’t sure how long she wallowed in self-pity after he’d gone – of course he’d left her, he was Kiravai, and there was something more deeply wrong about him too. Pity, from such an emotionally-disturbed, psychotic bird-brain? Who are you trying to fool, girl…?
He grasped the chain firmly in both hands, and it was the work of a few milliseconds to snap it clean through.
“You said you were leaving me-!” she gulped the words out, accusingly, as he freed her other wrist, then scooped her up off the floor and slung her over a shoulder.
“Of course I did,” he replied, as if it was a stupid comment. “If you knew I was going to sneak around and find a way for both of us to get out, you’d have told them, eventually, if they hit you enough. I find responses are always more believable if a person is genuine – and they’d have hit you less if you looked like you were telling the truth.”
“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?” she told him, but there was a bizarre thanks in her voice, and he laughed.
“Sadly, yes. I know already.”
...I'm so going to get nagged for that. :)
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Now, I must get back to the important business of discussing with Anna the mechanics of making giant Jaffacakes.
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Date: 13 Jan 2006 06:20 am (UTC)Who's going to be doing the nagging? And for that matter, what exactly is a Javacake? Do I even want to know? And why do I get the feeling that either Alexa will end up betraying Iios, or becoming utterly dependent on/betrayed by him, if not both, or all three?
Probably the fact that neither seems to be all that noble. Oh well.
Almost forgot- What's an Usurian again?
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Date: 13 Jan 2006 09:14 am (UTC)Yes - which was the point. ;)
Jaffacake = smashing orangey chocolatey biscuit thing.
Usurian = big Vul-like alien, kinda wolfish were Vuls are more foxish. Read: big'n'stupid
I'll think about the others when I got more time! ;)
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Date: 13 Jan 2006 06:51 pm (UTC)Ignore that bit. He doesn't read my fiction and certainly doesn't POST about it, I was just commenting on the unlikely chance he DID. :P