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Thread: Widow & The Beast (DanceWithDemise x Rand)

The good doctor had grown increasingly involved with his studious reading to the point of nearly drowning out any and all outside distractions as if they weren't part of the same plane of existence as his own racing thought process. It was something often chalked up as simple daydreaming while younger, but when it came to Bruce and that genius brain of his it was never anything so simple. Still, the rather driven male had learned to avoid in completely blocking out any outside noises thanks in no small part to the numerous incidents of attempted capture, and had thus spun around with sudden alertness at the initial sound of the hut door being pushed open. Natasha?! He blurted, raising a hand to briefly rub at his eyes while they attempted to refocus after the hours of reading, I, uh... I didn't expect to see you or any of the others again so soon. Adjusting his glasses for a moment, the dark haired male slowly stood from his chair - only now realizing how long he'd been hunched over as his legs and back gave a light ache at the shifting of positions. No, no... it's not like I really have anything close to resembling an active schedule. He offered in response to her last query, observing the redhead spy whose beauty was a stark contrast from his rather disheveled appearance. After all, there wasn't much point for daily shaves or laundry washed clothing when one spent most of their days alone - as the man became slightly aware of his five o'clock shadow and largely dirt stained clothing. His navy blue pants fit loosely, largely due to the humid nature of the jungle, but also thanks to the need of such 'flexible' materials thanks to his other, as he rolled back the white sleeves of his labcoat which was wrapped around his grey shirt that clung to his average built chest due to the resulting perspiration of his choice of living arrangements. Sorry I can't really offer you much to eat or drink. I head into the nearest village for supplies when needed, but I mostly get by on fruits and water out here. He offered as a bit of small talk while leaning slightly against his work table, arms crossed, while also appearing a bit apprehensive on what may have dragged her out here to see him considering the circumstances of her first out of the way 'visit'. At the same time, however, Bruce had to admit that it was a somewhat nice change to have a familiar face which he mostly trusted lingering about however briefly. At the same time, considering his current unshared issues with outside stimuli, Bruce wasn't certain of how wise it was to be around others for too long. Particularly somebody so 'stimulating' as the infamous Black Widow, as the scientist finally got down to the point. So... what brings you all the way out here to Brazil? I can't imagine it was simply a social call. He inquired, seemingly more curious than confrontational at the moment as he continued, Did Fury send you out here to retrieve me? Or is this Avengers business?
Thread: Widow & The Beast (DanceWithDemise x Rand)

Natasha involuntarily twitched and took half a step back upon seeing Dr. Banner's rather brusque reaction, a quick flashback of the time when he transformed and stalked her through the SHIELD helicarrier crossing her mind before she caught herself. It had been by far the most terrifying experience of her life nothing had ever left Natasha so rattled, and she wasn't going to forget it anytime soon, so it was natural that she was a tad on edge, but it still bothered her. She hated not feeling in control, especially when it was herself that she wasn't in full control of. Some water would be fantastic, the Widow replied as she pushed her hair over her shoulders with the backs of her hands, leaving her chest and cleavage just little bit more exposed than it had been previously, though she didn't even think about it. Exhaling deeply through her mouth, Natasha then grabbed her suit by the two sides of the zipper where it was open near the top of her breasts and tugged on it a few times, airing herself out a bit to combat the suffocating heat. It also had the side effect of making her jiggle a little bit. You really should take better care of yourself, you look like a hobo. Natasha was only half joking, but she clearly sounded slightly concerned rather than insulting. But you're right, I didn't come all this way just for the waxing, she went on, unbuttoning one of the several pouches attached to her belt so that she could retrieve a small round device. Trust me, I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't important. I needed an expert opinion, and men like you aren't exactly a dime a dozen. A bit of flattery never hurt when trying to gain a favor. Natasha casually tossed the projector which she'd been holding on to the table that Bruce was standing by. While it activated, she took a few steps closer until she was standing right next to him so that they could both look at the holographic projection which had just sprouted out of the device. A strong bluish green light filled the dimly lit hut as mathematical equations and DNA codes and much more appeared before their eyes. Stumbled across this not too far away, just over in Bolivia. Obviously, you don't need me to tell you that it's some kind of supersoldier formula. The thing is that we'd really need to know if it's viable or close to it, or if it's just a science project gone wrong and doomed to failure. I'm sure you can appreciate how bad it would be if the wrong people got their hands on a working formula. Natasha paused to give him a slightly solemn look, highlighting the potential gravity of the situation. If you need resources or equipment to run tests, I can get you to a state of the art lab with all the toys and furnishings forthwith, just say the word. And hey, it might do you some good to get out of this...umm... place for a while. She smiled knowingly. I promise to bring you right back when the job is done, or whenever you want, so what do you say?
Thread: Widow & The Beast (DanceWithDemise x Rand)

Natasha gave her eyebrows a quick raise as if to say 'yeah, pretty much' while still making it obvious that she was only kidding when Banner described himself as the poster boy for supersoldier experiments gone wrong. She tried to gauge his reaction the the news that she'd brought, noticing that he seemed to be getting just the least bit flustered, which she supposed was a normal enough reaction, although she made sure to keep her eyes peeled just in case he started to get too riled up. You, uh... you do make a rather tempting offer, Miss Romanoff. Much as any good scientist can make do with the bare necessities, a little luxury and state of the 'toys' to play with is always a welcomed change after a few weeks in the jungle. A girl does what she can, Natasha replied with a nonchalant shrug. She gladly accepted the cup of water and gulped it all down in one go after briefly glancing at it and making sure that it was clean Natasha doubted that Banner's other half would allow him to get sick, so she assumed that he'd be fine drinking dirty water if he wanted to, and he'd already shown a propensity to neglect his personal hygiene. For the next few seconds, she studied Bruce while he studied the holographic data projection, her expression hardening slightly. Since the doctor hadn't dismissed the formula outright after his initial consultation, Natasha could only assume that there was at least something to it. That didn't exactly bode well for humanity in general, although perhaps she was jumping to conclusions too hastily over a few seconds of silence. However, by the time that Bruce got around to considering her offer, Natasha could be pretty certain that the formula was no joke. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were trying to make me beg. It seemed like keeping the tone of the conversation more or less lighthearted worked well with Dr. Banner, so Natasha continued with that strategy. I could do that...or I could help you pack instead, she added, spying a small suitcase underneath the pathetic excuse for a bed in the far corner of the hut. Natasha tapped the table lightly with her hand once before striding over to the bed, where she bent over to reach for the suitcase, giving Bruce a front row view of her lovely heart shaped rear. A low, slightly frustrated cross between a moan and a grunt escaped the Widow's lips as she struggled with the suitcase, finding that it was stuck, probably snagged on something. Come on, goddamn it...
Thread: The Slums of Inalt

The Slums of Inalt Located in the southeastern section of Inalt, borders the coast and the Locomotive Station
Thread: The Slums of Inalt

Name Nickname Charlotte McCabe Charlie Attire White off-the-shoulder peasant top, brown leather corset with clockwork design, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles. Weapon Knife sheathed on her left hip. Location The Slums of Inalt just entering the section, heading to the shops. Tagging Anyone. Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. Charlie felt her tummy fluttering as she began to enter the slums. The town went from bright and cheery to dark and dank within moments and a wave a fear suddenly washed over her. She had no idea how the people who lived in the slums managed and her heart immediately went out to those who truly didn't belong in such a frightful place. As she walked along the dark streets, she could feel eyes, hard eyes, watching her. And immediately, her heart began to pound, her adrenaline surge. To say she was scared was an understatement. Terrified would have been a better way to put it. Perhaps horrified. And the sooner she could get out of there, the better. She might not be one for large crowds, but the loneliness of the streets in the slums wasn't a welcome feeling at all. Glancing out of the corners of her eyes, Charlie did her best to stay alert, her hand going to her knife on her hip as she walked. She wondered if it would even do her any good if someone approached her or tried to mug her. Probably not. Ugh! Why was she here? Oh... her father. She needed to focus, to keep walking. She needed to go to the shops, to keep her legs moving until she arrived. Left, right... left, right. A simple rhythm until she got there. But why was she so afraid? Those eyes. She couldn't shake them. She couldn't! And her chest was getting tighter and tighter, as if her lungs were closing up, her heart stopping. It was as if she couldn't breathe, like she was suffocating. Just then, her grip on her knife tightened. Panic was setting in. Terror. She needed to turn around. Something. Anything. She needed to...
Thread: The Slums of Inalt

Name Nickname Charlotte McCabe Charlie Attire White off-the-shoulder peasant top, brown leather corset with clockwork design, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles. Weapon Knife sheathed on her left hip. Location The Slums of Inalt heading to the shops. Tagging Anyone Kelly NPC. Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. Full out panic had set in and Charlie just couldn't breathe. Her lungs were seizing up, constricting from the inside and her heart was pounding hard beneath her breast. She began to cough as she gasped for precious air, choking as if being strangled by someone who was invisible, someone who just didn't exist. It was mortifying, beyond embarrassing. But... Though she couldn't see anyone around, she was sure she wasn't alone. She couldn't deny that she felt those eyes. Eyes staring and watching. Eyes taking in every action, every step she made. She could almost hear their laughter, see their smile. Goddamn paranoia! In the dark shadows of the nearby alley, Kelly Lawson just chuckled softly as he watched the fiery redhead struggle with her nerves. He liked that his mere presence instilled such fear in her. He didn't even need to approach or make himself be known or seen to get such reactions from this potential victim. What a target! It made his dealings that much sweeter and great to have such power over someone, to know he barely had to lift a finger or put forth any effort. It had been a long time since he hadn't had to try very hard or deal with someone so nervous and afraid. Yes, he'd be following this one for a while. One so nervous certainly had something to protect, and probably more than just their virtue! Again, he chuckled as he watched her. Charlie glanced about herself, her eyes seeking to see if anything moved. But unfortunately, nothing seemed out of place. Trembling, shaking, she tried her best to calm down. Finally, taking a deep breath, she pressed forward, her legs moving and taking her ever closer to her destination--the shops. When she finally saw one of the shops ahead, she couldn't help but smile. She immediately quickened her pace and didn't stop until her delicate hand was opening the door.
Thread: The Slums of Inalt

Mikey Name Nickname Michael Silverra Mikey, The Fox Attire White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants. Weapon Twin Daggers. Throwing knives. Location Inalt Town Square Tagging Mattie, Conrad NPC, Anyone Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. The Fox entered the slums silently moving through the streets in the shadows always checking his back. He lost the officers as soon as he was back on the ground but you always had to be sure. He was sure a few shady characters were upset that he brought a hoard of officers into the slums. But they were working perfectly as a distraction and it made him silently snicker. Feeling confident he put enough room between them he walked out onto the open streets and put his hands behind his head. He started whistling to himself and almost missed walking past the lecherous scene out in the open. He spotted Mattie but the man that was way too close to her stopped the smile from reaching his face. Mikey would have been a little upset if he wasnt sure that the man had any romantic ties to her. But the look on Mathildas angelic face told him otherwise. He crept up on the man silently and was soon upon him like a predator leers on its prey. He thought about tapping the mans shoulder but that was way too polite. He slapped his large hand down on Conrads shoulder and forced him to turn around. Hey buddy can I ask you why your touching MY girl? Mikey tried to impose himself on the man hoping to intimidate him into submission. A lot of weasels in the slums were just weak men that preyed on the weaker. It was up to The Fox to protect the weak. Even though it was also a little personal now. Speaking of which his early claim on Mathilda was on his mind now. He didnt want to upset her before he got to really have claims to call her his girl.
Thread: The Slums of Inalt

Name Nickname Mathilda Molloy Mattie Attire White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt showing off leg in the front with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots. Weapon Knife sheathed on her left hip. Location The Slums of Inalt near her home. Tagging Anyone Michael, Conrad NPC. Time September 1, 2650 Later afternoon. No! Mattie whimpered as Conrad reached around her body, his hands roughly roaming her curves without care. He was reaching for her basket, so she pulled it away and out of his greedy grasp. He then growled in her ear and bit down causing her to let out a tiny yelp. Force it is. I don't mind, Conrad stated, his one hand giving her breast a squeeze as he chuckled against her ear. Mattie let out another cry, her eyes already filled with tears as dark thoughts of her future flooded her mind. She wanted to hide, to die, anything but this... Just then, she heard a voice, a sound she remembered all too well and would never forget--the voice of the man who'd given her the extra money earlier on in the square. He was here. And he was going to help her. She honestly couldn't believe it and wondered if he was an angel sent down to watch out for her. He definitely seemed to have an uncanny knack for being there when she needed him and for that she would always be grateful. Always. And never would she take it for granted, not ever. Your girl? Conrad asked, his question more of a statement. I wasn't aware she had any attachments. He gave him a smirk as his hands continued to squeeze and fondle at Mattie's body right there in front of this man who'd just intruded on his plan. Why don't we ask the miss then, hrm? He gave him a nod and licked Mattie's ear. So, this man claims you as his. Do you accept that claim? He grinned maliciously, his hand moving down her torso now. Mattie looked over at the man, her angel, and nodded. Y-yes, she answered. I accept that. Conrad just laughed. You sound hesitant, but no matter. He then shoved Mattie onto the ground and looked over at the man. I don't want the girl anyway, just her extra cash. I just figured I could have some fun while I was at it. He grinned and pulled out one of his guns. You know how it is, I'm sure. He fondled himself through his clothes and then pulled his hand away, dropping it to his side. Then, he pointed his gun at Mattie and said, Now, give me what I want. Mattie looked at Conrad and then over at her angel. I... Weeping, she looked at her basket and began rummaging through it. Her angel had saved her and the last thing she wanted was him risking getting hurt.
Thread: The Slums of Inalt

Mikey Name Nickname Michael Silverra Mikey, The Fox Attire White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants. Weapon Twin Daggers. Throwing knives. Location Inalt Town Square Tagging Mattie, Conrad NPC, Anyone Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. Mikey was pissed off that this man was openly groping Mattie even when he claimed her. Obviously he had no sympathy for anyone. So the obvious thing would have been to end his worthless life with a quick snap of the neck. But that was too brutal and he couldnt risk scarring Mathilda for life like that. Mikey sighed and he realized Altair was rubbing off on him but even his older brother would have disagreed with such methods. But the mugger shoved Mattie to the ground and Mikey was ready to blow. His body tensed wanting to move but he couldnt make any sudden movements. But of course the situation got worse. He acted quickly but moved slowly and tried to make it as believable as possible. He stepped in front of the gun and knelt down in front of Mattie. He discreetly reached back and grabbed her thigh squeezing gently to let her know he was going to take care of it. He lost his strong protective persona and just looked like a weak man begging. Please sir just put the gun away. I have money take it. Take it all just dont hurt her. He refused to let her lose all the money she worked hard to get. Mikey knew he had to move quickly. Rushing forward he tackled the man hopping to stun him and maybe even knock the gun away. From the floor he struggled with Conrad trying to keep him pinned down and even tried to throw a few punches.
Thread: The Slums of Inalt

Name Nickname Mathilda Molloy Mattie Attire White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt showing off leg in the front with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots. Weapon Knife sheathed on her left hip. Location The Slums of Inalt near her home. Tagging Anyone Michael, Conrad NPC. Time September 1, 2650 Later afternoon. With eyes full of tears, Mattie rummaged through her basket of flowers searching for her purse filled with her hard earned money, along with the extra that her angel had given her earlier on in the day. She felt utterly hopeless and the last thing she wanted was for her angel to risk himself further. He'd already done her a great service by intervening and saving her virtue. Whimpering, she watched her angel approach, kneeling beside her, ever watching out for her. She looked up into his eyes as he reached out and touched her thigh--a gesture that warmed her to her core, sending tiny jolts coursing along her skin. Her eyes drifted from his, in that moment, seeking his hand as it rested on her leg briefly. Swallowing, as if she was able to anticipate his thoughts somehow, she felt her heart lurch, her tummy twist into knots and before she knew it she was moving out of the way so that he could lunge better after the horrid man that was trying to harm them both. Conrad grunted as Mattie's 'man' went after him, several punches connected at various points along his body. He felt one hit his gut causing him to lose his breath as well as his gun. 'Damn it!' he thought as his eyes widened. He knew he should've gripped the thing more tightly. How stupid of him to underestimate the mouse and her body guard! Angry and wanting to re-retrieve his gun, he lunged after the man and threw his own punches back. Though his sole focus--get that goddamned gun back!
Thread: The Slums of Inalt

Mikey Name Nickname Michael Silverra Mikey, The Fox Attire White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants. Weapon Twin Daggers. Throwing knives. Location Inalt Town Square Tagging Mattie, Conrad NPC, Anyone Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. Michael had the element of surprise and it helped him catch Conrad off guard. His punches were connecting and he managed to be able to daze the man. He saw the gun skitter away from them relieved that he avoided that crisis. The apparent surprise in the man caused Leo to lower his guard slightly thinking that it was all coming to an end. But he was quickly mistaken as the man continued to push harder and even swung back. He got tagged in his chest a few times but once the swing came across his jaw he was pissed. The Fox reached back and grabbed a hidden dagger from inside his coat as he tried to pin the man to the ground. Drawing the dagger he pulled it out and shot it out for the mans face grazing his cheek. It wasnt a deep cut but it was enough to warn the man that he wasnt playing any games. The dagger was pinned next to his face and Michael glared into his eyes. Make a single move and Ill cut open your jugular without a second thought. He would have rather not show this dangerous side of him to Mattie but it was kill or be killed in this moment. Mikey kicked the gun away not risking anything.