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Thread: Ties that Bind (crazypuddingcup and HalosandHorns)

I still don't think this is a good idea. Enric spoke to his wife as she put the food out he tried to sneak a biscuit and was promptly smacked on the hand with a wooden spoon. He shook his hand and looked up at her, brushing off the admonishment. It's only going to encourage the matter. Isn't that the idea as a parent? To encourage her to explore her feelings, experience new things under our careful guidance? Besides, you agreed to try it out for a little while. Try what out? Nuria asked as she entered the dining room. It seemed to only take half of the amount of time she normally took to get ready, but even Remei was amazed at how much she was able to clean herself up in that time. He hair was brushed to a velvety sheen, pulled back out of her face with gold colored ribbons. She had even put on one of her better dresses, knowing that they wouldn't be having guests, but only Domon eating with them. It was modest, but figure flattering. Her mother sighed softly, trying to mask a smile. It was certainly a telling sign. Her attitude was as well as she went about setting the table without even having to be asked to do so. Nuria made sure everything looked perfect before taking her seat at the end of the table.
Thread: Ties that Bind (crazypuddingcup and HalosandHorns)

On his way to get cleaned up, Domon passed several other servants. Each of them gave him knowing glances as if they had heard something, but told him nothing to ease his nerves. Once he reached the guest room he quickly washed the dirt and sweat from his body in the shower. Most of the shampoo and body washes were designed for neko use, but wouldn't necessarily harm humans if used. After his shower he went to his bunk in the servants quarters to get his only clothing he did not use while working. Simple black slacks and a black button up shirt given to him by her father a year ago. He arrived a few minutes after Nuria and noticed that the table was already set and the food being filed out by other servants. It felt strange not being the one doing all of this for them, but he pushed the feeling aside and took a seat to the right of Nuria. He glanced at the stunning young neko from time to time, hoping she would clue him in to what was going on. But before he could get anything from her he met her father's eyes and locked his eyes on the table. Now he knew something was up. This wasn't how getting reprimanded would be. And if it was as simple as him going into town someone else would have said something. Domon caught Nuria's eye and silently begged her to kill the silence.
Thread: Ties that Bind (crazypuddingcup and HalosandHorns)

Domon relaxed slightly as she wrapped her tail around his leg. She always knew just what to do to put him at ease, but he still kept his eyes down until he was addressed. Remei's words got a smile to break through a bit, but he let the gravity of the conversation take it away. Rare commodity was an understatement. Even if both parents of a child were human. The odds of the child being the same were twenty percent. Hence the human race being on the edge of extinction. This is the result of genetic alteration. But that was history. Domon stiffened when Enric sighed heavily and started his part. It was clear he was against the idea, but would go along with him being Nuria's pet. Whatever his needs are. You'll take care of them Those words made him blush slightly as his mind went to the exact place as hers, but the growl that followed made him shrink visibly. How do you feel about this? He took a moment to pick his words carefully before speaking. You all know I have never lied to any of you. Nor will I start now. He paused as he took a sip of his wine. I'm happy and nervous, but excited. He smiled shyly before placing his hand on Nuria's.
Thread: Ties that Bind (crazypuddingcup and HalosandHorns)

The girl blushed, placing her other hand on top of his. Her chair squeaked back across the floor a few inches. It was clear that she could barely wait to talk to him more, in a private and less tense environment. However, her mother glanced over to the both of them. It was amazing how someone so demure could essentially be more intimidating than a tall, muscular man. You haven't finished eating Nuria, and I don't think Domon has quite finished his meal either. After desert, you're both free to go to your respective rooms. She Reimei pushed Nuria's plate back toward her, and refilled her glass, giving her a knowing look. While the idea of her daughter with a human didn't bother her as much it did Enric, the thought with her being with anyone in an unbecoming manner did. They might have both had their hesitations over the arrangement, but for different reasons. It took all she had not to just scarf down dinner, impatiently wait for dessert, only to shovel that down too. With Domon around, Nuria tried to take a page from her mother's book and behave in a more ladylike fashion. Sure, there had been times he had seen her at her worst. Playing in the mud and cursing like a sailor, throwing a tantrum, but things were different now, or she wanted them to be. There was no denying that she had feelings for him, and thought about the possibility of them being more than friends quite often. The fact her tail was still coiled around his leg spoke to that enough. So, she waited, albeit impatiently. They all finished their plates. Dessert was a cold zabaglione custard. Nuria helped her mother clean up the dishes before taking Domon by the hand and leading him upstairs. The other servants were putting the finishing touches on his room. His few belongings were already placed inside and waiting.
Thread: Ties that Bind (crazypuddingcup and HalosandHorns)

Domon gently squeezed her hand before digging back into his meal. It was bizarre how Remei could scare him more than Enrin. He had rarely been in the receiving end of her version of intimidation. She had said it herself. He was a positive influence in their lives. Domon fidgeted a little as he waited for Nuria to come back from the kitchen. He was worried about how bare his room would be with only his clothes and a few books to decorate. Well, bare compared to anyone else's room. He was used to a bunk and a footlocker with his things. When Nuria came to get him the tension visibly drained from his shoulder when it was just the two of them once again. So...um. You know how I feel about this. May I ask you the same question? Mistress. He smiled, adding her new formal title iun both a teasing manner and a nervous one.
Thread: Ties that Bind (crazypuddingcup and HalosandHorns)

Mistress? She pouted a bit as she advanced towards him. The word sounded so awkward. Maybe it was because she was younger than him, or they never had that type of relationship before. Then again, this was entirely new to both of them. It would certainly take some getting used to, that was for sure. In the past, they both had sort of watched each other from afar. Each knew the other had a strong attraction, affection, for the other but there was little they could do about it. She had seen how her father stacked harder tasks on him when he even suspected there might be more. To be honest, this whole arrangement had completely surprised her she was sure her mother had a lot to do with it though. Her arms wrapped around him, purring softly. That title makes me sound like an old woman. We'll find something that fits better as we go along. Her lips met his cheek as she peeked in to his room. Even with all the previous furniture, the room seemed so empty. She frowned, looking up at him. Nuria walked in to the large room, taking a look around. There had to be something she could do. Her eyes fell on a vase with some flowers. Even though the room had rarely ever been used, mostly given to the children of guests who were around her own age or friends who had stayed over, her mother had an odd habit of making sure every room in the house had fresh flowers each day. Well, father said that you are my responsibility, and I'm to see to your needs. So tomorrow, I'll take you shopping and get you some things to get that place looking more like a home. Until then... She turned on her hells quickly back to face him, smiling mischeviously. Her hand 'accidentally' knocking the vase on to the bed. The water spilled out of the vase, soaking through the blankets and down on to the mattress. It seems that the room is not quite ready. You should probably share mine... just for tonight of course.
Thread: Ties that Bind (crazypuddingcup and HalosandHorns)

Domon tentatively wrapped his arms around her waist when she came up to him. He couldn't explain why if asked, but her purring was one of the most relaxing sounds to him. However, when she kissed his cheek and turned into his room his cheeks flushed with color. Would you have me use your name in the meantime? He asked as he watched her look around his room. 'What could she be looking for?' Before he could ask she started speaking again. He had never even been shopping before. He had heard stories of personal pets receiving marks of ownership such as tattoos, collars, or even bite marks. Such things intrigued him, but he didn't know how to bring it up with her or if she even wanted him marked. It would be useful if he were to get separated from her. He was yanked from his thoughts as the vase was knocked onto his bed, spilling the water and soaking the mattress. It would seem that way wouldn't it. He said as he folded the blanket up and removed the sheet. After putting both on top of the hamper he returned to her and waited to go to her room. Where will I be sleeping in your room? He asked even though he had a good idea of where she wanted him after that little stunt.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jamie Sommers was not excited about her latest job. Oscar had sent her to a small country in the middle east to protect a highly loved, US friendly president, something hard to find in that part of the world. Details were sketchy at best, but she had to basically be a bodyguard. To her a waste of her bionics.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jacques was being sent to the Middle East for a body guard assignment of some politician. It was a bit of change for him considering he rarely left the States, and apparently he was working with someone else. Well, as long as he got paid.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jamie stood at the airport taxi terminal, waiting impatiently for an open cab. All those there were taken, in order to satisfy the president's order, she had to wait not only for an open cab but her 'partner' Oscar had mentioned. How humiliating! The Bionic Woman had to have a partner for a bodyguard job. She frowned as she just checked her watch.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jacques saw his contact, the partner. She looked just like the discription. Pretty, but that's not what mattered. What mattered was how good she was in a fight, and what secret she had up her sleeve. Jacques walked over to her.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jamie saw the man approach. She hadn't been given a name for her fellow bodyguard, so her alert eyes followed him as he approached. She used her bionic ear to listen to the heartbeat. He was as athletic as he looked but was he her partner? Her eyes narrowed if he tried something, he would learn she wasn't as frail as she looked, although she had an athletic build to her. If he was her partner, once he heard her name, however, he'd know who she was.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jacques walked up beside her, not attracting much attention as he did. So I assume you're her? he asked quietly. He waited for her response, ready for anything.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jamie nodded, eyes less suspicious. Jamie Sommers, OSI. she gave a polite business like smile and offered her hand for him to shake. And you are? she inquired as the presidential cab finally got there.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jacques McCoy. he replied gruffly, nit taking the hand. He was using his real name for this job, though he usually didn't. However, there was a more thorough background check, and their was a large salary, so he decided not to risk using an alias.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jamie didn't recognize the name, but he was as upset about this as she. That would be good to know, as it would mean both were aware of what would happen if they failed. I see you are all business. Good. she allowed herself to relax just a little as they got into the cab. She had dressed the part with the dress style, head covering and footwear, by order until the President met her. The only American thing on her body, was the sunglasses, which were amber-vision, this allowed others to see her eyes...to an extent...and didn't make things to dark for her to watch what was going on.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

I'm glad you are, too. Jacques said. This was a relief to him as well, though he only expressed it verbally, not changing his body expression. At least his partner was a serious one, and not a joke. She looked like she meant business as well. Since he had to have a partner, he was glad it was her.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Once they reached the Presidential Palace, they were ushered into a room where a Santa Claus type Arabian clad in general's dress uniform sat at a desk with his country's flags flanking him. Being a woman, Jamie could not approach or talk until bidden by the President. Jamie noticed her surroundings, including a younger man also clad in dress military who stared at the two new-comers as if they were beneath him. If anyone said anything first, it could NOT be her.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jacques looked around, carefully taken on the details of his surroundings. He knew that local triditions dictated that his partner could not speak unless spoken too, sp he said the first word. Hello. Jacques greeted the 'Santa Claus'.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

The man looked up from the desk. Yes, my bodyguards. I am Assam Hadeed. Call me Prez. Even his smile was jolly elf looking. Well, I see someone is sticking to the customs to the letter. Show your face, Ms. Sommers, and feel free to speak. You will be serving as bodyguard , after all. I sincerely hope your suitcase holds a modest three-piece? Jamie nodded as she removed her wrap to reveal her shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. Yes, uh Prez. A full skirt as required by your traditions.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jacques turned to Jamie, noticing her clothes. Well, at least he wouldn't have to be aiddle man for communication. So, is it okay of I ask for any useful information regarding the threat? He asked.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

A general with lower regard for the US than my Vice, is making threats, Hadeed answered solemnly, handing letters to both of them. Simply put, you two are to keep me alive until we catch 'The General', as he calls himself. Jamie scanned the handwriting and began to run it through all search engines coming up blank, as even the strokes of same word came up different. She voiced this. Each time the same word comes up it is done different. I cannot get a match, Jacques.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Different handwriting. Jacques said. Then he looked st her curiously. What do you mean, 'get a match'? He asked. Jacques had only gotten a report on her appearance, not much on her history.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

You know the term the mind is like a computer? she asked tapping her temple. Mine is literally connected to the net, thanks to the bionics, simple as that. The Vice raised an eyebrow, and almost Spock-like, says Fasinating. Isn't it though? I knew they would send their best...but damn! Prez exclaimed with a hearty laugh.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jacques was surprised by this, and he rarely ever let himself be surprised.Don't judge a book by its cover. he mumbled. She was fit, he'd give her that. But she didn't look like a bodyguard.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jamie sensed her partner didn't understand her strength. She decided to show him the only way people like him understood. Don't indeed. she smirked bending down and sliding her hand under his feet. I suggest you don't struggle or you'll fall. She promptly lifted him up over her head using just her right arm, with no difficulty, andshe stood 5-8. This caused the poor Vice to promptly faint as Prez clapped. The Bionic Woman, indeed! After setting Jacques back down, she calmly added, But only on my right arm. Any questions?
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Jacques was again surprised, but quickly regained his composure. Bionic Women, huh? Jacques said, looking her up and down. So you're a cyborg or something? he asked for clarification. Jacques had his own strength, but lifting a person with his hand wasn't one of them.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Yes, in a way. Jamie said calmly in response to the question. If you recall your history, you should remember a teacher who had a sky-diving accident, that was me. Luckily I was dating Steve Austin at the time who convinced OSI to put me back together. Oscar did so, as a favor to him.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Oh, okay. Jacques said back, though he didn't know rally anything she was talking about. However, he didn't show it with his body. So, anyway, can we get on to the details of our stay? he asked the bodyguard, since the president was on the ground unconscious. Like where are we staying, what's the presidents schedule, and does he want us by his side, or watching from the surroundings. Jacques asked the guard.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Prez is right here. That is correct Jacques, you two are to flank me. One on each side, with the regular servicemen leading and covering our rears. Will someone throw some wine on my Vice? Hadeed said explaining. Wine? Why wine? Jamie asked wide-eyed. Water knocks him out. Prez shrugged.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

Wine it is. Jacquessaid, walking back to a desk with a large bottle on it that had a couple of glasses to go with it. He walked over and set it on the presidents desk. Of course, Jacques could have gotten the wine in some sort of showoff-y way, but he simply didn't care to show off. He only used his skills on the battlefield.
Thread: THE BIONIC WOMAN MEETS THE MERCENARY (simpleroleplayer/Mercenary 1x1)

What about the investigation itself, Prez? Jamie asked as Jacques went to wake up the Vice. Since both of you seemingly agree that 'The General' is more than one dissident...put your heads together to come up with a plan. One other thing, due to room restraints, you two share one. FUCK! Jamie gasped. What you do behind closed doors is not my concern, Ms. Sommers... The Prez sighed, not getting it.
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Thread: Smithy's Lady, farmer's daughter (Wolvenrogue and Vampire07)

Michael was a big man and no stranger to Horses or wagon's. As the village blacksmith he knew both very well he stood some 6'5 and had a chest and shoulders as broad as an Ox, and he was just as strong. His biceps were long and thick and his quads were as large as a normal man's arms. Being summer and with him working at a forge most of the day, he was shirtless all the time wore only a pair of pants and boots. He was tanned from the son and his skin shone from the sheen of sweat he usually wore as a result of hard physical work in the warm air. His hair was thick and black and his chiseled facial features were set off by steel blue eyes. He was delivering a wagon back to a nobleman, when another wagon with a woman aboard came careening past him and was headed for the large ditch at the bend in the road at a frightening pace. He pulled brake on the wagon he was driving and jumped from it to the other just as it passed. Almost diving into the front of the wagon, he took the reigns from the wide eyed woman struggling unsuccessfully to regain control . He took the reigns from her and pulled mightily on the them, turning the horses and slowing them to a stop in the middle of the rode. Are you alright? he asked the panicked woman once the wagon was brought to a safe stop.
Thread: Smithy's Lady, farmer's daughter (Wolvenrogue and Vampire07)

Lillian was a young farmer's daughter and in the farming community they were at the top atleast. Her long brown hair was braided back from her face as she was sent to town to deliver the produce of their fields and orchids. With empty baskets in her wagon she held the reigns of two young stallions that were somewhat trained to pull the wagon. The mares that normally pulled were pregnant with their third set of foals which would be given to other struggling farmers in their area. Her emerald eyes looked at her horses as they were given to her recently but the sound of a gun going off spooked the two massive steeds into a full gallop. Whoa! She was nearly standing with her pulling on the leather straps. Struggling in her white blouse with her black skirt, mentally cursing for dressing up like this. God, what she wouldn't give to be in her slacks and a simple shirt right about now. Nearly twisting her ankle in the heeled boots with her falling back into the wooden bench when Michael appeared. His strong frame made her frame more smaller compared to her. She had perky ample breasts, tiny waist with a flare of her hips which was hidden under her skirt. Trembling as the stallion were forced to a stop. The wagon creaked as she nodded to Michael. Yes, thank you. I guess the gun firing spooked the two. She said as she pulled the brake and leaped down from the wagon walking to the tall stallions. One was a golden tan with snow white mane and tail while the other was a chestnut red with white socks. The two stallions looked to colorful to be property to a Farmer's daughter. Lillian ran her slender hands over their muzzles seeing the wild look in their eyes as they wanted to run free. Easy, boys... She rubbed their muzzles as she looked down the road seeing the cart Michael was riding in. You look rather new. How long have you been in the area?