Thread: Nightfall (Trixie x Iron & Wine)

Nightshade scowled at the door. That made sense with the flickering of the light, but part of this didn't make sense. Why go to so much trouble with all of this? What kind of masochistic freak would actually call down attention on themselves? The police could be circumvented with the law, skirted and avoided if you knew what you were doing. They had a code. Nightshade did, too, but it didn't involve warrants, the chain of command, or even the Constitution -- she had her gut feeling and more murders under her belt than most serial killers. She found it hard to feel bad for rapists, murderers of innocents, child molesters, and every other fun flavor of bastard out there. SR-0 was looking like a special case. A special case that was starting to really set her on end. Something about the situation stunk to her -- the lights, Tressa left behind, the camera... how he so easily let the girl go, and the way he spoke. All of it was adding up to something nasty. You're hiding an awful lot for a 'revealer'. But this is your big plan? Raping teenaged girls to show what the city's like? I'm failing to see the chain of logic. Her father had said something else once -- once you saw people as something to be measured, they'd never measure up. Worthy and unworthy didn't matter to her -- preying on the innocent made you evil, and letting the evil persist made you complicit. Not evil yourself, but complicit. She didn't expect the ordinary Joes of the police force to wash away the true monsters with blood. No. She -- like her father before her -- would be the dark defender in their place. The police had only to stay the hell out of her way. ... fine. I'll do it. You have my word. But while I change, why don't you give me your end game. Tell me what you want from me for the other two? Nora asked. She... stuck to her word. Above all else, when she made a heartfelt promise, she kept it. It was hard to get that out of her, but she'd rather take a bullet if it meant saving some innocent girl's life. That was tempered by pragmatism -- she knew how many lives she had and could save -- and she wasn't about to die for no reason. There'd be no one to take her place. But... a promise was a promise. She knelt, unzipping the backs of her tall boots, all the way down to her heel before stepping out of them -- for all that she wasn't particularly tall, her legs were long, shapely, and outlined wonderfully by the suit. Next came the belt, undoing the buckle before setting it on the bed. She didn't leave her pistol there, though, instead keeping that in hand with a knowing look to the camera -- she trusted none of this. Finally... she settled both fingers on the zipper of the catsuit, and began to pull down the zipper. It was a remarkable technology -- a synthetic weave that gave the appearance of leather, but with a mix of synthetic polymers, only resembled such -- it was much more breathable and less noisy. And the inside of it was borderline reflective, a thin polymer composite layer run all the way over the inside of the suit, making it bulletproof but ultra lightweight... and it was likely stolen. But that wasn't the most interesting part, was it? She sucked in a breath as the zipper crested her chest, sliding down smoothly onto her flat stomach. Her breasts were not entirely bared, the soft, creamy flesh held back only by a thin black bra that was more about containment than anything, binding her large tits to so small a space. Her skin was flawless, however, for all that he'd be able to see her stomach and arms, and as she settled her hands on her hips, she bared more as the catsuit slid down her legs. She had wide, shapely hips, her most sensitive areas likewise hidden by a thin black slip of underwear that rode high over her hips, outlining her lovely legs. At last, she stepped out of the suit, crossing her arms beneath her chest. She stood proud, hardly abashed in the least to be standing so bare, perhaps partially because she yet carried that machine pistol in one hand. Her eyes and much of her face was yet hidden by the mask, her hair bound back as it always was beneath her headsetgoggles. Happy?