The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Site adaptation by Sen, Lix, and Tempest. <3
The Cause, and Solution to, All of Life's Problems
The technical definition of sods law, otherwise known as Murphy ’s Law is; anything that can go wrong, shall go wrong. It is a commanding covenant of subsistence which has persisted ever since sentient thought surfaced into being and as such has served as a source of constant aggravation and irritation to mankind throughout the ages, most recently to one hazel haired hessian who observed with silent frustration as everything he had crafted for the better part of the evening swiftly withered and deteriorated before his very eyes. Perhaps the most galling part of the events thus far was that there was almost nothing the reticent mercenary could do to salvage the situation and still maintain a comfortable social convention; his fellow air elemental had already made it abundantly clear that she had no intention of leaving willing and thus any extended efforts to expatriate the nettlesome waif would only serve to cast the British Kabal member is an overtly negative light.
Still the option was there and as his chances of conquest fell further and further Zephyr found himself increasingly tempted to simply blast the irritating sylph off the balcony and down to the chaotic first floor. Such an action would likely cause Ghost little to no harm but it would still grant the mercenary a measure of space to either attempt a rapprochement with the two NYU girls or, alternatively, would present an ideal opportunity for him to depart the alcoholic establishment unnoticed as Ghost was bound to attract a good deal of attention to herself after the fall.
In the end Zephyr’s self control prevailed as he resigned himself to a night absent of any amative activities; it was a somewhat melancholic thought but by no means the end of the world, quite the contrary really; once the azure eyed elemental discarded his anacreontic objective his overall irritation gradually began to decrease. A process which was greatly aided when he found an alternative means of amusement; as he found an alternative means of amusement; it seemed as though Sam had been utterly honest when he had stated that tonight was Ghost’s first true drinking her experience. The pale gamine had taken a single glance at the glass of bourbon and promptly attempted to drain the entire of the amber liquid in a single shot. Needless to say the guileless ingénue swiftly choked on the potent beverage and began spluttering almost immediately; a reaction which drew a light chuckle from the azure eyed hessian and actually cast the barest of genuine smiles across his artificial visage.
Such amusement did not last long however, for only mere moments after the slender sylph began sputtering on her distilled libation did a gasp of shock escaped her lips as her eyes caught site of something across the table which clearly offended her delicate sensibilities for the female mansion resident immediately attempted to stand, however due to her prior position all the asinine waif managed to lose her balance as her knees upset the table of drinks, utterly demolishing Zephyr’s previous constructed alcoholic architecture. However the slightly sylph was not apparently satisfied to simply sit back watch the awkward destruction she had already wrought; a more personal touch was needed and therefore Ghost had dived forward, over Zephyr, as she lunged for the two uppermost shot glasses which had somehow managed to retain their crimson contents as the snow haired girls hands closed around them and rescued them from an untimely descant.
Sadly however the same could be said for the remaining beverages which had been placed upon the varnished wood and Zephyr’s irritation surged back in full forced as he felt liquid splash against the couch and, by extension, his legs. ‘I just had these pants cleaned.’ The sour thought echoed drearily across the mercenary’s mindscape before he became aware of light laughter echoing in the background of the nightclubs overall ambience. It didn’t take a savant to comprehend what the establishments other patrons found quite so amusing, and indeed after a brief reassessment of his current predicament the British elemental found the corners of his lips tugging upwards slightly as he glanced at Ghost who was in effect bent over his knees in a manner akin to a petulant child awaiting “discipline”.
Likely it was the more inebriated section of Zephyr’s cognizance which was now taking charge but the idea was admittedly rather appealing, especially when one considered the waifs irritating behavior thus far; really the girl had no excuse for her actions and such dismal conduct could hardly be allowed to continue unpunished. After all Ghost was one of the senior tenants at the mansion and thus role model for all of the younger residents, however as she had acted as nothing more than an unruly child all night she would be disciplined as one.
“I didn’t think you would be quite this forward Ghost. You are aware that there are easier ways to proposition someone? Not that I’m complaining you understand, I just think we should get to know each other a little better first.”
So saying the elemental bent his legs upwards slightly as raised a single hand a modest distance above Ghosts elevated derriere before swiftly bringing it down at a speed designed, not to hurt, but certainly sufficient to shock and create a rather audible slap.
”Who wants shots? Zephyr I’ll buy the next two rounds if it is all the same to you!”[/color]
The mercenary in question glanced towards questioningly as the male mansion resident cheerfully began to pour the next round of intoxicating libations for all concerned parties; quickly making short work of what remained of the bourbon as he handed out the expensive beverage like candy. Before the hazel haired hessian could open his mouth to reply though Sam had already raised his own glass and stated “To Mary having fun!”[/color] A phrase which couldn’t help but evict a laugh from Zephyr’s lips as he raised his own drink to participate in the impromptu toast for his female counterpart. “Indeed, may she leave here fulfilled and with little memory of what occurred.”
She kept waiting for the axe to fall. Ghost's eyes were scrunched shut and her shoulders slightly hunched like the rabbit who freezes when the predator is at hand. From her positioning she distantly heard Sam call her name and could only look surprised when he had his phone's camera pointed at her. No. Worse. At them. There was spattered applause from the peanut gallery and shouts for cleanup on aisle 5 as well as a few cat calls.
"I didn’t think you would be quite this forward Ghost. You are aware that there are easier ways to proposition someone?"[/b]
Her ears burned red. "If I'd meant to proposition anyone~" but Zephyr was most decidedly not done. The rest of her 'it wouldn't have been you' died in her throat.
"Not that I’m complaining you understand, I just think we should get to know each other a little better first.”[/b]
Ghost grumbled to herself. He didn't really want to get to know her. Zephyr was in entirely too good a mood. She'd expected him to dump her onto the floor or... or...
He shifted his knees and then his hand connected solidly with her posterior. From the rolling and boisterous laughter coming from the next table over, her face was a riot.
"You know, we don't have to watch this." "It kinda looks like we've been cut out."
It seemed the girls were getting impatient, one hand fluttered on Sam's biceps and another trailed higher from his knee. Ghost tried to lower her head back down quickly --she didn't want to see that-- but their table decided to be in her way.
Bonk.
She was careful to keep the shots level as she slid them onto the table where her forehead had connected. A few "excuse me"s and "terribly sorry"s later, she'd managed with a little help from Zephyr to take a proper seat on her slightly abused bottom.
"To Mary having fun!"
"Indeed, may she leave here fulfilled and with little memory of what occurred."
More ominous words could not have been spoken. Ghost tried to duck under the dark gazes from Zephyr's previous companions, much deflated from before as she accepted her small glass of tawny liquid.
"I'll drink to that."
"I'll drink, but not to her." "Yeah, don't you know how to have your own fun?"
It was clear that they could tell their advances on Sam were making her uncomfortable and so the more Ghost clammed up the more they seemed to be all over Sam. Ghost drank the burning drink. It felt like the muscles at the back of her jaw tightened and at the same time her head loosened a little. And then she grabbed one of the shots she'd rescued and drank that one too. If it'd make her forget...
"You know..." Ghost said, feeling a spurt of bravado, "I think we know each other quite well enough already, Zephyr." A small hmph! from across the table egged her on as she leaned close to her fellow aeromancer. "But there are ways," Her hands slid delicately around Zephyr's face, nervous butterfly fingers hardly alighting at all. "in which" She kept her eyes lowered until it was the point of no return and then they too flicked nervously to the man's face. "we could get to know each other better." And she kissed him, soft lips pressing against his.
Posted by Cold Steel on Aug 31, 2009 22:44:18 GMT -6
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Laughing slightly at the events that just happened Sam inched away from the hand that was slowly but surely rising up his leg and into his area that he only allowed people to near when he decided uninvited guests weren’t welcome. Taking the hand closest to his wedding tackle Sam held it in his own for a few moments before setting it down off his leg and on her own. She tried to lead him up her leg but Sam either wasn’t interested or not intoxicated enough to match these women.
Trying to ignore the hand that was caressing his bicep which reacted out of habit and started to flex without his knowledge, one he figured out what his arm was doing he regained control and shot out for the bottle of bourbon and had a large swig consisting of three shots before setting it down and making a face and gasping for air. Normally he would be thrilled to entertain these women but there was a voice in the back of his mind that called out to Alex. Looking back over to Ghost who was again making her advances towards Zephyr with some face fondling and then a kiss. Letting out a small catcall then a whistle Sam then said, ”Luke is not going to believe this!”
The second she had her lips on his Sam’s camera phone was out taking another round of photos, he knew it was going to get him in trouble with ghost down the line but this was one of those moments where photos were worth a few million words, like No way that just happened or Holy shit that just happened and there was always the overused I can’t believe that just happened! he knew that if Ghost and him forgot what happened due to the alcohol he would have the pictures for the morning after.
Grinning now happy Ghost was now clearly having fun Sam was caught of guard as the first girl who’s hand was trying to get overfriendly with his Johnson sat on his lap and poked his nose and said, ”No use running…” Sam gulped slightly as he caught her looking over Ghost’s and Zephyr’s way before shoving her tongue down his throat. Trying to move his head slightly but finding his head locked with hers Sam decided that resistance was futile for the moment seeing as the girl tugging on his bicep was now standing behind him leaning her head forward so when she gave his head a tug backwards she was able to lock lips with him just as her friend did before.
”Erhhhmmmm…” said Sam as he watched as the waitress appeared with his requested drinks. Pulling his face down quickly Sam looked to the waitress with a pleading look and said quickly, ”I’ll need ten shots of vodka straight for me, and if you can get back in ten minutes I’ll have a nice tip waiting for you!” snagging the bottle of bourbon from the table Sam shoved the bottle in his mouth so the girls had to find something else to keep themselves busy. The one on his lap moved down towards his neck and started to kiss it while the one who was standing over him stepped to the side of him and kissed his cheek before she turned her attention to his ear lobe.
Looking around for help as he sucked on the bottle of bourbon Sam’s face started to heat up a look of pleading still on his face but made no effort to stop the two succubae who were latched onto him.
((OOC: A fair amount of godmodding here so if I need to change anything just let me know.))
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Zephyr’s arm paused, halfway through the act of conveying the amber alcoholic nectar to his lips as he ears caught the rather discourteous comments issuing from the inebriated female duo currently resting across various parts of Sam’s figure. It was a situation many men would have found ideal, yet the expression currently playing across the male mansion residents features was one of contrition mixed with confusion and a slight amount displeasure. It painted a somewhat awkward picture in the azure eyed elementals mind and ultimately presented him with one of two conclusions, the first of which was hardly likely while the second… well, it wasn’t his place to judge the preferences of others.
Back to more pressing matters however, Laura and Christine had begun to act out of hand, literally and metaphorically if Sam’s constant shifting were any indication, and although the girls has consumed a significant amount of spirits that did not give them sufficient leeway to act as they currently were. They needed to be brought into line and as it appeared that Ghost lacked the initiative to stand up for herself the task of reprimanding the two intoxicated freshman fell to the waifs fellow air elemental. Thus it was with a sigh that the British Kabal member set his unfinished glass back upon the table and regarded the NYU students with a disapproving glance which caught their attention almost immediately. “Come now
“Come now” he chided gently, “such behavior really is unbecoming for two lascivious ladies such as yourselves. We aren’t in highschool any more, let’s try and act like adults shall we?’
Admittedly it wasn’t most cutting remark he’d ever delivered, however as the aphorism goes, there is more than one way to skin a cat, and guilt is often a much more efficient tool then intimidation, for the latter will only breed resentment while the former causes the target to feel ashamed and indebted until they manage to correct their behavior. Indeed such manipulative measures are so effective that they have been used by parents and various other authoritative figures around the world to impose their way of thinking upon others. Sadly however the hazel haired hessians efforts were not met with complete success; for while at the first the girls had the presence of mind to feel at least a modicum of regret over their words any chance of an apology was swiftly discarded the moment Ghost chose to speak up once more and gradually brought herself closer to the taciturn mercenary.
For himself Ghost’s abrupt advances left Zephyr at something of a loss, one moment the slender sylph had been contentedly draining her drink and the next her pale hands had risen to his face, cool fingers just barely brushing his skin as she leaned in and hesitantly placed her lips his own in a kiss that was so faint it was hardly substantial, yet it was enough for the two intoxicated ingénue’s stretched across Sam’s lap and back; sharp gasps of outrage left their lips as they simultaneously attempted to stand only collapse back upon their unwilling boytoy.
“Why that little-”[/color]
“Forget this I’m out of here.”[/color]
“Yeah, come on Sam.”[/color]
Not giving the man in question a chance to respond the girls grasped on arm each and, with no small amount of effort, managed to drag the unwilling mansion resident to his feet and use him as a crutch of sorts as they staggered haphazardly across the room, muttering the entire time rather unsavory facts regarding Ghost’s heritage and personal hobbies as they meandered their way towards the stairwell. It was clear to anyone watching that the girls were completely and utterly wasted as they struggled to place one foot in front of the other, while continuing to use Sam as their impromptu anchor. The overall image was that of a philandering male wandering home with two new conquests successfully in his grasp.
One might expect that the hazel haired hessian would feel some form of resentment at such a sight considering his objective for the night had been to achieve precisely the position Sam currently found himself in. However the British elemental was somewhat too preoccupied to entertain such negative notions; having quickly recovered from his initial nonplussed state the reticent Kabal member had instinctively moved to requite the slender sylphs amative actions; deftly arching one arm around the girls shoulders as he leaned in, seeking to deepen the kiss. And when he met no resistance Zephyr’s hand trailed lightly down Ghosts back as he began to draw it back to side, only to pause partway and alter his course; tracing his fingers down Ghost’s thigh to her knee, stopping briefly as his palm came to rest fully on ivory skin before slowly trailing back up her thighs and under the light material of her skirt.
“Let’s take this somewhere else shall we?”
The words were whispered softly as Simon broke the kiss and brought his lips just beneath the slender sylph’s ear, barely allowing the question time to form before shifting his attention to her neck. He wasn’t certain what her answer would be but she had started things and events such as these had a way of spiraling far beyond initial intentions.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Zephyr charged ahead, leaning in and getting through her lips. And then she really wasn't sure. Her arms had slipped past his head in his initial rush and now she was wrapped loosely around the man in her lap. His hand was around her shoulders and they still seemed to be leaning backward at a slow rate until they were quite horizontal. There wasn't any graceful escape and... she wasn't sure she wanted it.
Warring sensations flared in her chest. It was exciting. And a little wrong to be kissing Zephyr. But why it was wrong she couldn't say because Zephyr's other hand was being very distracting once it had cleared her skirt. Oh dear. What had she gotten herself into? She hadn't really meant it! It was just something to scare away the other girls who... where they even there anymore? She turned her head to see, but that must have been an invitation for Zephyr to move from her lips to her neck. She was pulling way from him, but he happened to be pulling away then too, only just enough for his lips to reach her ear.
“Let’s take this somewhere else shall we?”[/b]
The moment the words left Zephyr's mouth, there was a slight sound, though not a sound, it was almost as if the very air held its breath. It was as if in that moment reality itself froze, and then remade itself, just a little bit different than it had been. That one statement had changed things. He had made the fates blink, but Ghost couldn't tell if he'd bettered the situation or worsened it. And she wouldn't know until it was far, far too late.
Before he could get too far down her neck, or up her skirt, she did the only thing she could think of. She pulled Zephyr's face back toward hers and turned incorporeal, bringing the bits of Zephyr that were touching her along for the ride. She was focusing on what she knew in this area, which was, admittedly, very little.
The problem was that she was focusing so hard on bringing Zephyr over that she didn't notice the fall of cloth though her person. She was much too bothered by the wandering hands that needed to find a respectable home and the fact that she could not let go of him and he needed to not let go of her.
"Anywhere." Because anywhere else would be better than trying to handle an overzealous Zephyr in public. She was pretty sure she could hear her heart beating through her voice. She had to add a qualifier. "Except not the Mansion." He had the same power as her, he could steer this boat just as easily. And she really preferred that he put his attentions into a more productive avenue. Ghost adjusted a wandering hand.
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 7, 2009 20:40:41 GMT -6
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As the heated competition between the girls continued Sam continued to panic now that the bottle he had been sucking on like a baby had long been emptied and once again the two temptresses on both sides of him picked up on this and while frowning angrily at Ghost and Zephyr grabbed him by the arms and used him as a crutch as they leaned up against him. At least they both have their shirts on… thought Sam as he looked back to Ghost and got the feeling that he would only be a bother if he stayed any longer. Reluctantly he followed the girls acting as a crutch as they slowly staggered down the stairs toward the exit.
As the three of them stepped onto the main floor Sam spotted the waitress who was quick stepping towards the stairs in hopes of receiving a large tip. ”Wait!” Sam said waving her down removing one of his hands from one of the girls, Lauren or Christine he couldn’t remember who was who which in his opinion was bad but to be fair he told himself that it was the alcohols doing. After removing his hand from the one on his left he reached in his back left pocket and retrieved his wallet, feeling another hand reach into his now vacant pocket Sam jumped slightly as one of the girls gave him a pinch, ”Hey! None of that!” said Sam not sounding serious at all as he fished for a twenty and pulled out a hundred by mistake, handing it to the waitress who was skipping off for reasons unknown to Sam he took the shots to the nearest table and set them down spilling two on the tray in the process.
”Awww…” said Sam as he picked up one and downed it in a quick gulp followed by another and another and another. As he reached out for the next one he realized that the rest were already empty. Looking up to the closest girl who had one hand on an empty shot glass right next to another and her other hand in his back pocket still, Sam reached for her right hand, which was still where it shouldn’t be and removed it to place his wallet back. ”Guess you girls can put it away?” asked Sam referring to the shot glasses and the alcohol.
Blinking slightly as he felt a tug on his arms the girls laughed and then dragged him slightly before he started to follow, “You have no idea!” said the brunette, which he wanted to call Lauren for some reason “If you think that is good wait till we get back to our place!” said the blonde. Blinking again as they exited the bar it took Sam a minute to fully understand what was happening. One moment he was in the bar and the next minute he was sitting in the back of a cab driving somewhere with two drunk and very aggressive girls who were kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear.
The lights streaked by one after another as the turns were left then right, he had no idea where he was going and had no clue what happened to the night. As the girls continued to kiss him or nibble on his ear Sam pulled out his phone and checked to see if Ghost had realized he had gone. Sighing slightly as he realized that she hadn’t tried to contact him in any way he frowned slightly at his recent calls list. Alexandra was at the top of the list and a sudden feeling of guilt punched him in the gut and kept its large fist there as the cab slowed to a read light.
Not realizing what he was doing other than looking at his thumb move it’s self on the keyboard pulling up a new message screen his thumbs twitched as they wrote out, ”He you Al! Whas u doin tonight. I thinking u shold meet me?” blinking as his finger shot up to the send button Sam blinked as a message was being sent out to Alex. ”Huh?” he blinked and time fast forwarded again and now he was looking at their cabby from outside the cab. Looking over and realizing he was on 7th and Main, the cabby was now yelling at him about something he didn’t understand him because he was talking to fast but when he drove off in a hurry Sam shrugged as the two girls clung to his arms laughing and giggling about the predicament they were in. ”Guess we have to walk…” sighed Sam as he rubbed his head before he fell over onto his back side looking up at the spinning world before he felt the girls warm hands helping him up.
Alcohol and hormones can create quite the concoction; a fact Simon had discovered shortly after leaving home, yet no matter how many times he experienced it the effect never seemed to diminish and, as always, his heart rate increased as primal instincts swiftly came into play. Heat surged through the elementals body as his heightened pulse forced the alcohol through his system at a faster rate which only served to reinforce the intoxicating haze which had been clouding his thoughts ever since the drinking began. This was not normally a desirable occurrence for the azure eyed hessian, the very thought of relinquishing any form of control was abhorrent to him in most circumstances. As he continued to lean forward though, slowly pushing Ghost further back until he was literally on top of her and his hands maintained its advance up the girls thigh unhindered the mercenary couldn’t find a reason to complain.
In all honesty Zephyr never would have believed his ivory companion to be the jealous type, his first impression had been that slender sylph was a rather sheltered yet polite young women. The moment the pale girl had interrupted his evening however all her efforts had gone towards stealing the British Kabal members personal space as she sought to separate him from the intoxicated freshmen. It was a somewhat unexpected twist yet the hazel haired hessian saw no need to dissuade her; she had started things after all and if she couldn’t control herself well that was only to be expected.
From the suppressed sectors of Zephyrs mind a muttered whispering was just barely perceptible as the rational aspect of the mercenary’s persona scoffed and was subsequently ignored in favour of continuing the amorous exploration of submissive waifs skirt. However as the elementals hand trailed higher and then subtly inwards on their way towards the girls apex something seemed to shift and it caused the mercenary to pause momentarily as he registered precisely what was occurring. It was a curious feeling, almost as though his body was gradually being unraveled into a succession of interweaving threads which lacked senses or substance and dimly Zephyr recalled experiencing something similar the first time he had encountered Ghost. The memories of that episode were far from pleasant; quite the opposite really they were close to terrifying and indeed the muttered whispering from the rational divisions of the hessians mind abruptly grew to an audible roar as they sought to escape the ethereal transformation and the tortuous depravation of senses which accompanied it.
Once again however they were ignored, for despite what his memories were telling him Zephyr found himself unable to detect anything disagreeable about the shift, his senses were diminishing yes but for some reason the thought failed to provoke any unsettling emotions, quite the contrary really; for although the majority of his faculties were receding Simon noted that he still retained both his spatial awareness and sense of touch which, given the circumstances, were more than sufficient for the elementals current purposes. Annoyingly however the clamor inside his skull refused to abate, only seemed to grow louder as the alteration proceeded. Unwilling to draw out such an irritation any longer than necessary the mercenary acted in what might almost be termed a fit of spite, diverting his focus along the insubstantial threads which now comprised the two air elementals shifting bodies of his being Zephyr traced them back to what remained of their physical figures and silently spent a moment or two watching things unravel as flesh and bone became nothing more than air before abruptly adding his own talents to the mix and essentially evulsing the remaining portions of their physical forms through the transformation. Instantly there was silence within the mercenary’s mind as the lucid section of his thoughts recoiled from the lack of senses and finally receded.
“Anywhere.”[/color]
The Kabal members attention was abruptly drawn back pale the slender sylph beneath him, the pair had become completely ethereal at this point and as such his sense of sight was null and void, touch however was another matter; the reticent mercenary could still easily distinguish the soft nature of her skin under his fingers, clearly detect her elevated pulse as his lips paused on her neck. It was evident that the wanton waif felt no different that he did and though her actions were far more uncertain than the mercenaries own the ivory haired girl had just freely consented for things to proceed further, all that remained was to select an appropriate venue…
"Except not the Mansion.”[/color]
‘Hardly a limitation’ the hessian thought as his lips curved upwards slightly without straying from the gamines neck, after all the metropolis was flooded with a wide variety of hotels, boarding houses apartments etc. Zephyr himself owned a number of residences across the city; indeed his primary abode was no more than a mile away and was more than equipped to handle an additional guest. Idly imposing his will upon the surrounding air currents the dissolute mercenary rapidly crafted an air stream to carry their vaporous forms upwards, hardly registering that a fair amount of their attire was left upon the now unburdened couch as he silently directed the winds under his command. He did however take note when an ethereal grip closed intently around his hand and gently yet firmly relocated it to the waif’s hips, where it stayed for possibly two seconds before travelling around to the center of the girls back and steadily began to follow the contours of her body southwards.
The silent journey across the cityscape was far swifter than any mundane means of travel could possibly hope to be, the skies were clear and although an ever present smog obscured the stars it did nothing to impede the air elementals progress as they surged through the empty skies unhindered and rapidly closed in on a balcony jutting out from the upper levels of a multistory apartment complex. It took no more than a few seconds for the ethereal pair to slip through the slight crack under the door and travel a darkened living area before finally coming to a rest inside a modest side dominated by a queen sized bed.
It was at this point that Zephyr’s perceptions once again began to shift; his senses steadily began to reassert themselves as the vaporous threads of his being started to connect and bind together once more, shifting from insubstantial air and returning to their original state of flesh, blood and bone. The process seemed somewhat slower than the initial shift of the night and so once again the hazel haired hessian intruded upon the transformation; focusing his attention upon the untold number of threads which were gradually condensing themselves and abruptly advanced the process by adding his own abilities to Ghost’s technique thereby causing the pair of them suddenly reappear an inch or so above the bed, their positions the same as they had been at the club before gravity rapidly reasserted its hold and caused them to fall atop the navy blue comforter which adorned the mattress.
Time appeared to pause at that moment, as both elementals seemed to take a moment to regain their bearings, for his part Zephyr found himself all but straddling the wavering waif beneath him whose arms had at some point wrapped snaked around his torso and demonstrated no immediate indication of releasing him at any point in the immediate future, making it somewhat difficult to adjust any aspect of their arrangement. His lips were still affixed to the unmoving girls neck and a sudden thought arced through the haze which covered his mind, causing the faintest trace of grin as he brought his teeth to bear ever so slightly against the pale gamines flesh, inflicting the bare minimum of pressure needed to rupture the blood vessels beneath the skin before raising his lips up to the sylph’s ears.
“Welcome to my parlour”
…said the spider to the fly.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
He must have slipped a hand underneath her shirt. When she put his wandering hand out to safer pastures, he was definitely touching skin. Ghost swallowed and tried to focus on the passing buildings. She should at least know where they were going. The wandering hand slipped lower and into territory that should have been covered with skirt. Either he slipped under that too or something was wrong... or right? No. Wrong. Definitely, intolerably-- what was he doing to her neck!?
They were settled over a bed somewhere. When he said let's get out of here, she hadn't meant 'let's get it on in a bed' she'd meant to steer him somewhere out of the public eye so that she could reason things out without cat calls and... men pulling her skin between their teeth. He... bit her. He bit her and sort of rolled it around in his mouth like her neck skin was a piece of candy.
Solidity came surprisingly fast. And he was on top of her in the bouncing mess of sheets. “Welcome to my parlour.” Slightly dazed and on bottom, Ghost was almost certain that they were laying at the axis of the world. A northern or southern most pole. It had to be. Because everything was whirling around their position as if they were the center of it all.
The spot on her neck... she could feel it now. It was a little second heartbeat slick with moisture.
"You... live here?" That was an interesting and safe thought to latch on to. Yes. But who puts beds in their parlors? Ghost started attempting to sliiiide out from under Zephyr, a project somewhat complicated by her arms still flung around his torso... his non-clothed torso. It occurred to her that there was something extra laying on top of her shirt, her loose feeling shirt. How had he wormed his hand under the tight corset that had defeated him once already? Or had it been him that had tried it? She couldn't rightly remember.
She slid her arms down the sides of Zephyr's person and was not interrupted by clothes. Not once. A fresh flutter of panic pumped clarity toward her brain. She had been careful to get the clothes. Clothes were VERY important in situations like these. Ghost fumbled at the cloth on top of her chest, not quite dexterous enough to grab just one layer. To her shock all layers came away easily and she was left with a partial corset, partial shirt, and partial Zephyr shirt in her hand.
Bad. Very not good. No more ghosting while drinking. Drinking and ghosting was akin to trying to take too many people or too many complex objects or... oh hell. What if she'd fused them when they re-solidified? Ghost's hands fumbled down along the line of Zephyr's body between where it pressed against hers. Her eyes flicked up to his as she felt closer and closer to a place where no Ghost had gone before. "I'm not... I don't... " You know... maybe it didn't matter if they had fused skin. Her hand darted out before something dangerous happened.
"You know. I uh... I think... I have to go home and wash my hair..."
She was going to attempt to slink out from under him and... hold the clothes to her chest at the same time. Yes. That was a start to a good escape.
A light chuckle escaped the mercenary’s lips as he felt the girl beneath jump him slightly as his teeth grazed her neck , he’d wanted to rouse her from her unexpected stupor, this sort of thing was more rewarding when both partners participated after all. In any case though he hadn’t expected the waif to be quite so startled, indeed it put him in mind of the age old metaphoric deer in the headlights; incredibly skittish and inclined to run yet at the same time innately curious and possessed of a desire to fulfill said curiosity if given the opportunity. The mental comparison drew another faint round of laughter from the hessian even as he continued to direct his hand beneath ghost, towards areas that most certainly should have possessed some form of clothing yet were somehow bare, a surprisingly pleasant scenario that the British elemental had no intention of wasting as his fingers began to manipulate the supple flesh beneath him.
“You… live here?”[/color]
The query was a little late in coming and somewhat breathless in its inflection, a fact which did nothing to deter the Kabal member from his amorous activities, especially when the slender sylph finally began responding in earnest; brushing up against him, subtly shifting this way and that as her arms slid across his bare back and trailed down his sides causing the mercenary to alter his own position somewhat as his free hand arm slid across Ghosts other side and under her raised arm thereby allowing the hessian to place his weight upon his elbow as he momentarily lifted himself and stared down at Ghost as he prepared to kiss her once more only to have the wanton waif ‘up the ante’ as it were. There was little to no subtlety to the action, one moment he was staring at an apparently clothed snow haired female, the next a slender arm had all but stripped the attire from both their upper half’s, granting the intoxicated mercenary an unhindered view of his companion from the waist up.
Azure eyes blinked briefly as the hessians clouded mind processed this sudden development before an almost predatory grin overtook his features and he lowered his head to kiss Ghosts lips once again, however just before their lips met the woman spoke, well stuttered is more accurate; some arbitrary comment about needing to wash her hair which only caused the hessians thoughts to wander to the shower and whether the stall was large enough for two.
“You can do that here… I’ll help. ”
Not giving the pale sylph a chance to respond immediately Zephyr brought his own lips atop Ghosts and kept them there a moment, noting that sylph had begun to shift herself against him again and capitalizing upon the situation by lifting one of his legs and maneuvering it between the girls own when she happened to spread her limbs so that they remained that way. The mercenary then broke the kiss and met the waifs seemingly stunned hazel eyes with his own.
“What do you say?”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
A dark and masculine rumble started somewhere lower than Zephyr's throat and brought goosebumps to Ghost's arms. He seemed to take her shifting, her attempts to make it off the bed, as some sort of invitation. His hands were everywhere. There was no way this man had that many hands. How was she supposed to keep track of them all?
His toothy smile comforted her none. She would talk all day long just to keep those lips at bay. Once he was attached it was quite hard to pry him away... though... if he were close she wouldn't be seeing that look in his eye at seeing his and her clothes rip away like pre-game sweats.
“You can do that here… I’ll help. ”[/b]
She looked slightly horrified at Zephyr's invitation and gathered up all the cloth she could and held it to her meager chest. "Showers are for getting clean not for getting..." dirty. She couldn't even finish it, her cheeks were burning hot with a fresh rush of blood that did not at all help her swimming head. She hadn't intended to get dirty with anyone tonight. Or... ever...
"I'm capable of washi--" Her protest was cut off with a press of lips and suddenly she was melting against the sheets. That relaxing and eye closing melt of a kiss. He did something with his legs and she wasn't sure she cared... what was she doing again? Zephyr pulled back and it took a moment for Ghost to focus on his face.
“What do you say?” [/b]
Holy mother of-- Ghost squeaked as she realized his knee was planted firmly between her upper thighs, his hands wrapped around her person. She was... trapped. And her breathing sped accordingly. Even more accordingly as something buzzed against her right buttock. She tensed.
Phone! Oh glorious phone. What angel was saving her now? Ghost lifted her hips and fished around for the metallic object that had no doubt slipped out of her half skirt. "Can you move, Zephyr? I think someone's calling me." There was a sharp intake of breath as a hand wandered a little closer to something that was definitely not his. Her face was so close to his that she pecked him on the cheek more to mollify and distract than anything else.
"Behave. It's..." Ghost slammed the red end call button. Her eyes had focused on the picture on the screen and that was definitely not a person she wanted to have hear her kiss Zephyr and tell him to behave. "Katrina." Ghost sat up not caring if up was closer to Zephyr or not. Her clothes slid down as she had both hands working the phone to bring up the call history... that wasn't an incoming call. That was an outgoing call. An outgoing call that lasted 3 minutes and 2 seconds.
Sharp azure eyes gazed intently into stunned hazel orbs as the dissolute elemental waited for his female companions response, he was receiving a flurry of mixed signals from the pale skinned girl for while her words expressed a mix of repudiation and shock her physical responses seemed all too willing for she’d made no move to try and break the kiss; indeed the waif appeared rather fond of the activity for the tension immediately her body and she sank fully into the bed. It really was a most curious case of cognitive dissonance and had the Kabal member been somewhat more lucid he likely would have recognized it for what it was; an internal battle between physical desires and personal beliefs, as it was though the mercenary’s hazed mind was only able to register, two things, firstly his night time companion was far more complacent when she was… distracted, and secondly there were quite a few other ways he could divert her attention if he could simply persuade her to release her attire.
For now though he would simply have to concentrate his efforts on that which was within his reach so to speak, after all the human body possess a variety of sensitive points which, if correctly stimulated, could be considered quite pleasurable. The base of the spine for instance is the collection point for all nerves branching out into the lower body, wedged between muscle and bone this nerve cluster under constant pressure, pressure which can be momentarily relieved simply by introducing an opposing amount of force into the indentations of the sacrum, thereby relaxing the nerves and eliciting sensations of pleasure.
Annoying however just as the hessian fingers arched upwards to probe the aforesaid location a brief vibration abruptly emanated from the lithesome waifs hips causing the girl to jump slightly in surprise and rapidly regain her previously abandoned cognitive functions, hurriedly asking the British elemental to alter his position as she lifted her hips in all too inviting manner which prompted the hessian to swiftly trail his hand southwards once again in order to maintain the sylphs elevated position. A sudden gasp was the girl’s initial response as she adjusted to the sudden development before she leaned upwards and softly placed her lips against the mercenary’s cheek and subsequently cautioning him to behave, a somewhat hypocritical caveat considering the manner in which her hips rubbed against the hessians own.
A moment later however the amorous atmosphere was momentarily displaced as Katrina’s name left Ghost’s lips, briefly awakening one of the Kabal members somnolent as he attempted to discern what the ashen eyed child could possibly want at such an hour, however that train of thought was soon dismissed; the child had likely misdialed or was simply wondering where Ghost was, in either case the gamine could be contacted in the morning. For now though there were far more alluring avenues to pursue, such as the disrobed female form directly in front of him, azure eyes swept slowly up down ivory skin as the dissolute mercenary took in the sight before him before registering the slightly frantic look in the waifs amber eyes; that wouldn’t do, not at all.
Adroitly plucking the argent communication device from the snow haired girls fingers Zephyr and brought it behind his back, thumb idly held over the crimson power button as he leaned towards Ghost’s ear, “Why don’t you take that shower, you look like you need to relax.” Without waiting for the women to respond Zephyr deftly backed away off the before taking hold of the sylphs small hand and gently ushering her to stand. The waif appeared to only be partially aware of her surroundings as she staggered to her feet, nearly losing her balance until she remembered to place one foot in front of the other and gradually made her way across the room, apparently oblivious as the remainder of her attire fell to the floor. Zephyr for his part simply trailed after his elemental companion, nonchalantly depositing the sylphs phone atop a set of books resting within a teak bookcase before applying a gentle pressure to the girls shoulders to direct her towards the bathroom. A handful of seconds were then spent retrieving a towel from the dryer yet by the time the hessian returned the shower was already running and the door unlocked, allowing mercenary to silently slide inside just as Ghost was testing the water. A short moment was all it took for Zephyr to drop the towel atop a nearby cabinet and wordlessly slip into the cubicle behind the inattentive waif just as steam began to rise and his hands began to work on her shoulders.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
She should go home. She should go home and explain it properly. There wasn't going to be anything happening here that Katrina wouldn't understand. And nothing too horribly embarrassing. She may have been brain slow, but she wasn't without her boundaries. She was sure of that.
Just as sure as ever despite the fact that she was sitting in a puddle of her own ruined clothes and frowning at the man who had just nabbed her phone right out from between her fingers. She needed to get un-brain-fuzzed. The phone was an accepted loss; she didn't even reach for it once it disappeared around Zephyr's back. Zephyr's bare back. Huh. She wasn't aware he had a mole there.
Ghost blinked mutely at Zephyr. Had he just said something? She rubbed her ear free of warm breath and let herself get pulled to her feet. Had he not been wobbling the opposite way she was wobbling, they probably would have ended up sitting right back down again. She liked that her hand fit in his. They were similar in shape and size and their hands were almost like puzzle pieces.
And they were walking. Somewhere along the way she pulled ahead of him as the bathroom came into view. Shower. Marvelous idea. It would wash away all the cobwebs and then she could properly ghost all the way home. Zephyr disappeared as Ghost tried to pull her shirt off. Where had it gone? Hmmm. Best to turn the shower on before thinking too hard.
She leaned into the shower and gawked at the tile. Either she wasn't as coherent as she thought, or there were no shower knobs. How did one turn on a shower with no knobs? There was a screen. That seemed an odd place to put something electronic. It would get ruined by the water. Ghost poked it.
The screen lit up and she blurrily poked it again. The shower came on. Just like magic.
She wasn't sure about temperature, but the water did start to steam as the droplets hit her cool skin. So she got in.
And so did someone else. She felt the air curl weirdly as they brought their hands up to choke her. Man. Leave it to Ghost to die in a shower just like some slasher film. She should never have watched Psycho. Why didn't Zephyr lock his doors against shower jacking creeps? And why wasn't this one choking her very hard?
The water pelted down against her upturned face. The water ran down in rivers from her eyebrows to her closed eyes and down over her lips cascading from the point of her chin. And she had the unmistakable urge to lean back and back and back until she fell into bed. She may or may not have quit using her knees.
A salacious smirk tugged at the corners of the British elementals lips as he felt Ghost relax, tensions abandoning her body as she shifted slightly, leaning back gently until her bare back rested against his chest, causing Zephyr’s hands to glide beyond the wayward waifs shoulders, one drifting softly down her front as it followed the slight contours of her figure, fingers momentarily tracing the outline of her modest assets before trailing southwards with the flow of warm water which continued to cascade over their bare forms. The hessians other hand meanwhile had snaked under and around girl’s own arm in order to arc upwards and cup the submissive sylphs chin, deftly tilting her head back against his shoulder, thereby leaving her neck vulnerable as the hessians head lowered and his lips began a slow but deliberate path from the base of the girl’s neck to her own unyielding lips.
Once Ghost’s lips had been captured the Kabal members hand released her chin and diverted its attention elsewhere, gently sweeping southwards down the sylphs neck and then centre of her body before coming to rest at the girls hips in a positioned that mirrored his other hand, partially pinning the waif’s arms by her sides just as his right hand ventured forwards once again and drifted down between the wayward waifs thighs.
All in all things appeared to be progressing rather well and, foregoing any unforeseen interruptions, it seemed that events would flow to a natural conclusion, neither party appeared willing or able to put a halt to the amorous activities, and as the steam rose within the stall the two elemental become nothing more than hazed figures, their movements indistinct and any sounds inaudible above the constant flow of the water which cloaked their bare forms.
Who could say what would happen next?
((OOC: And FTB… just kidding.))
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
She wasn't suffocating, but it did feel a little like drowning. The hands from her neck went around her and pulled her deeper and deeper into a very interesting dream. She had never had a dream like this one before. She'd never dreamed that she could dream anything like this before.
It was all going pretty excitingly, pretty alright until a hand was sliding lower from her hip to inner thigh. She wasn't feeling particularly ticklish, but she wasn't feeling particularly apt to share that part of herself. As slippery a slope as this had become, that was quite a drop from where she was standing.
Or... maybe it was too short a drop. Ghost twisted in the arms that held her, fascinated temporarily by the cascade of water along skin. It made muscle and skin glide over muscle and skin in a way not normally possible. "Please." Even she wasn't sure which way she meant the please to go. In the future... things hadn't been so bad...
A short while later, the sound of running water finally died away as the shower finally finished. A few seconds passed before the door slowly slid open and the pair of air elementals languidly departed the curtain of steam, a definite note of weariness could be seen about their forms as they exited the stall, bodies still partially intertwined in a manner which was far more than casual.
Ghost kept her slender arms rather stubbornly locked around Zephyr's waist while her head nestled into the crook of his shoulder. She dragged her feet against the tiled floor according to the direction of Zephyr as she had deferred to him for most of the evening.
Zephyr plucked a tan towel from its careless placement atop of the pinewood cabinet and wrapped the meager amount of terry cloth around the two of them. Ghost was more concerned with scrubbing her tired eyes with a curled knuckle than with patting dry or letting go. They left a slick trail of water all the way across the tiled floor and onto the carpeted bedroom.
Zephyr's hands wandered as he helped dry her off and that only earned him a half hearted slap and a whole hearted snuggle. The closer he was, the less danger he presented. Yes. That was the theory. Keep your enemies closer. Yes. That was exactly why she burrowed her face deeper against his shoulder.
He either didn't mind her clinging so much or she didn't leave him any room to complain because he wordlessly maneuvered them under covers and against pillows. Ghost already had hers, it was Zephyr who needed one.
Morning came all too quickly as far as Zephyr was concerned; the sun after all rarely rose as at decent hour and so when the first rays of morning light streamed through the windows and around partially closed blinds to collide directly with the hessians closed eyes with enough luminescent intensity to more than rouse him from the rather peaceful state of dreamlessness he’d been enjoying mere moments before. A disagreeable moan worked its way past the Kabal members lips as he attempted to twist his body and face away from the light, however he encountered unexpected resistance as he felt a cool pair of arms tighten around his torso in a rather possessive manner which causes azure eyes to snap open as the dissolute mercenary’s gaze lowered and caught sight of a head topped with snow white hair currently nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
Events from last night flashed across the hazel haired elementals consciousness at the just the same time his mind became aware of the sensation of mallets beating against his skull. A pained groaned emanated from the mercenary’s through as he raised a hand to cradle his head, surely he hadn’t had that much to drink last night? Admittedly he had most of a bottle of bourbon before meeting up with the twins, they had been twins hadn’t they? Then Ghost had arrived with her friend and there’d been yet more drinking courtesy of… Sam wasn’t it? And after that they’d… yes they finished off another bottle of bourbon, maybe he did indeed have too much to drink after all.
Still the situation was not beyond salvation, a handful of aspirin would take care of his headache and cup of tea would hopefully expel the reminders of weariness from his system and then, well, the rest could be decided as necessary. First things first though he needed to somehow extract himself from the pseudo death grip the sleeping sylph had on his stomach. A few halfhearted seconds of struggling demonstrated rather aggravatingly that despite being slender and female the girl’s grip was more than adequate and refused to lessen in any degree. Determining that physical efforts would be largely useless the British elemental tried a different approach, lowering his neck the dissolute mercenary brought his lips to the weary waif’s ears. “Ghost, I need you to let go.”
Irritatingly however the hessians request was utterly ignored as the sylph simply murmured unintelligible in her sleep before dragging her body even closer thereby bringing her figure flush against the mercenary’s own, which under other circumstances would have been quite agreeable however the rhythmic pounding in his skull caused Zephyr to overlook any possible amorous opportunities in favour of acquiring something to alleviate the aforementioned alcohol induced agony currently crushing his cranium. When had this girl become this affectionate in any case? The kabal member certainly didn’t recall her being any near as… friendly when he’d first encountered her at the park. She’d been genial yes but definitely not the type to engage in any show of intimacy beyond a smile. Rarely had Simon ever seen alcohol have quite such an effect on an individual’s personality, he’d have to make a note to be careful about offering the girl drinks in the future.
Unfortunately the mercenary was getting ahead of himself, he had yet to extract himself from Ghost’s arms and although his mood was starting to swing rather lower he was not yet at a point where he would consider anything ‘excessive’, no there were better ways to deal with situation such as this, one of which abruptly leapt through the mercenary’s thoughts, causing the faintest trace of a smile to reach his lips as his hands ghosted downwards and under the stubborn waif’s arms, Zephyr’s fingers quickly went to work teasing the sylphs sensitive skin and within moments the girl began squirming in a bid to escape, her arms instinctively lowering to her sides as she unintentionally released her nighttime companion.
Having won his freedom Zephyr quickly made his way to the edge of his bed and then onto his own two feet as he stood upon the carpeted floor. The abrupt rise in elevation was rather ill advised though for it only increased the severity of the elementals migraine, causing him to grip his skull and grimace as he waited for the sensation to abate to a more bearable level. Aspirin immediately jumped to the top of the hessians mental list, right under clothing which was swiftly procured as the elemental approached the bedrooms eastern wall and idly used his hand to roll it to one side thus revealing a hidden closet and wardrobe which were wordlessly scoured and then closed once the hessian had obtained pants, shirt and other essential attire. Once properly clothed Zephyr stalked silently from the bedroom and down the halls; his fatigued mind only absently noticing the obscure pattern of puddles in the carpet as he progressed onto tiled flooring which signified his entrance to the kitchen.
The passage of approximately fifteen minutes found the British Kabal member sitting at a circular oak table his body slightly hunched as he bent over the still steaming cup of before him. He’d taken the pain killers just before he’d set the water to boil and they were finally starting to take effect, the severe pounding had now given away to a gradual aching throb which while still somewhat annoying was far more bearable. Idly the hessians fingers traced the embossed musical notes which encircled his ivory cup; they represented the starting notes from some symphony or another but right now the elemental could recall which as his mind was rather focused on other things.
He truly had no idea no idea how Ghost would react when she awoke and that could be an issue, hopefully they’d be able to discuss things rationally as adults and simply go their separate ways. However the hessians confidence in female rational was rather low ever since he’d encountered a certain volatile redhead which, now that he thought about her caused the mercenary to experience a strange sense of déjà vu he couldn’t quite place and he swiftly attempted to dismiss it; he needed to find something to do, there was no telling when Ghost would wake up and there were productive activities he could pursue in place of idle musings.
No sooner had such a thought slipped through the mercenary mind did a low rumble emanated from his stomach, abruptly braking his trail of thought and bringing him back to the present as his azure eyes blinked in momentary surprise. ‘Well I suppose that answers that.’
Rising from his seat Zephyr nonchalantly wandered over to the stove as he deftly set about preparing various utensils and withdrew a collection from both a nearby onyx refrigerator and overhead mahogany cabinets and within minutes the aroma of eggs began to drift throughout the apartment.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."