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Thread: The Regency of Pride (Tori and Reydan)

During the next few days, there was little that the two Bingley sisters talked about that didn't involve three of the Bennett sisters. Jane, Elizabeth and Lydia to be specific. They were the three that were far and away the most interested to the more mature women. Caroline had become quite interested in the beautiful Jane, confiding in her sister the infatuation that had begun to build. Louisa in return revealed an interest in Elizabeth, at least based on what little they'd experienced of the beautiful brunette. When the day came, a sumptuous spread had been laid for their guest. All manner of baked goods, jams, cold chicken, and anything that might please Jane had been prepared. The two sisters waited patiently for their guest to arrive. Wearing more beautiful gowns, they spoke casually as they waited their company. When Jane arrived, a servant greeted her at the door and swiftly ushered her to the room where Louisa and Caroline waited. The two stood up and smiled warmly to their company. Do have a seat Jane. Caroline said with a very warm smile, her eyes lighting up at the arrival of their guest. Once they were seated, a servant poured them all tea and served whatever food they desired. But in short order, it had become clear that Jane was unwell. My dear, shall we ring for a doctor? Caroline asked, suddenly concerned. She moved to Jane's side, fearing whatever malady might be ailing the blonde.
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Jane was shivering by the time she arrived, unable to do more than sip at a cup of tea. She was highly embarrassed at her predicament and it took her a while to own up to feeling unwell. But the Bingley sisters were so kind, and their house and hosting so grand, that she felt that she simply had to confess. Besides, the two had gone to such efforts to put her at her ease since they met at the ball the other night that the blonde Bennett felt that she could ask this favor of the two beauties. 'No...I...would it be an imposition to be allowed to lie down in one of your guests rooms for a little while?' she asked in a timid voice, cheeks a little red with embarrassment. 'Just until my clothes are dried out. If you send to my home, one of my sisters will come around to nurse me if needed.' She coloured a little deeper at what she had next to ask, but felt that she simply had to. 'Also, this is, I know, a grand imposition, but would one of you be able to help me out of my wet clothes when we are upstairs? I know you have many fine servants, but I hope you can understand that to have a stranger undress me would be....in this condition....' she couldn't finish, too embarrassed, but hoped they got the message.
Thread: Shadows in the Neon Night: A cyberpunk World of Darkness Game Set Up and Rules

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Thread: The Merc and The Belle (HeartToStart & VitaObscura)

Why do you do this to me? Seriously, look at her. . . and you know what goes on here at Bluemoon. But Hotdogs aren't supposed to go there. Wade awoke with a yawn, it wasn't beneath him to wake up in weird and at times compromising places or positions. The sealed tube wasn't exactly new and the hospital gown brought back a swell of emotions that were quickly quelled beneath a tirade of self deprecating sarcasm, That is the last time I let you take me out. The words were directed at no one in particular. Fuck you His amplified healing factor was making short work of the sedative cocktail that coursed through his veins, several saline IV's were attached to his arms and legs along with a dialysis machine that seemed to be replacing his blood with additional tranquilizing additives. My whole body is like The Stranger. The dialysis machine was taxed to its limit as his body continually pumped out a steady stream of blood to replace what was being taken out. Given the nature of Wade's abilities, tranquilizing him with the lethal equivalent of what's given to those being executed was the only way to keep him here along with the additional restraints that bound him in place. A breeze chilled him and Wade shivered beneath the hospital gown, Oh, it's like The Dead Stranger. A sigh escapes through keloid scarred lips as he fights against the restraints, moving enough to see the others also bound to his same fate. Oh hey. . . In many ways he was happy to see that he wasn't the only one here, it meant he could talk to someone who wasn't himself. Wade tilts his head to the side, using a few reflective surfaces to his advantage, it reminded him of the time he spent an entire hour trying to see a breast through the static of Pay Per View, which he admitted to himself was probably last week. It was a good boob. So uh hey. His words directed at Rogue or really the round distorted reversed image of her rear, Come here often? That's not going to work. . . You miss all the chances you never take, bro.
Thread: The Merc and The Belle (HeartToStart & VitaObscura)

Rogue was in full blown escape plan mode, so caught up in her own thoughts the the other voice in the room actually startled her a bit. It didnt help that being paralyzed from the neck down was putting her a bit on edge. Feeling defenseless and weak was something she was not accustomed to. Most of what the man was saying seemed to be nonsense, or simply a conversation he was content on having with himself. Eventually he did seem to direct a question in her direction though, and...it was an odd one. Oh yea, all the time Sarcasm dripped from her words as her eyes continued to move through the room. Maybe she was a bit panicked, but being caught by Sinister was not on her list of good things. Its mah favorite vacation spot. There was a little grunt that followed, the girl with the dual colored hair trying once again to get one of her limbs working. Now of course her intention was not to be mean, or dismissive, but she wasnt really in the mood for conversation. At least not one that didnt seem to help the current situation. It didnt help that she was already frustrated, and a bit on edge...maybe in a different situation she would have found the bizarre behavior entertaining. FInally her eyes moved to try and actually see who was speaking. The image was a bit distorted, as it seemed their captor had intended to keep them just out sight of one another. All she could really make out was the shape of his body, and the large machine he was hooked up to. Was there something wrong with his face? Rogue squinted a bit, but it didnt help too terribly much. The bottom like was, it didnt really matter who he was, as long as he could potentially help. Ah dont suppose you happen to have a brilliant plan of escape rattlin around in that noggin...do ya? Maybe she should have introduced herself, but at the moment, it didnt seem to be too important who she was. If he was a mutant, he would probably know of her, or at least know her abilities. If there was one person you didnt want to let get their hands on you...it was Rogue. Well, it used to be. Who knew what was going on now. There was a good chance he might place the southern lilt, or if he could see her head...that streak of ivory in her hair was usually a dead giveaway. If he pieced it together, good for him, if not...the could go through the introductions once they were out of the horrible tubes. Ah would really like to be gone and outta here by the time Dr. Douche gets back
Thread: The Merc and The Belle (HeartToStart & VitaObscura)

Wade would nod, Last time I was here, they had this tube go up my hoohah, didn't need fiber that night. He's been 'captured', mostly to pass the time and to ease his way into their base of operations, it made infiltration easier if they did all the work for you after all. Admittedly, an unknown did contact him through a secured channel and a large amount of money had been transferred to select accounts that haven't seen use in quite sometime, it wasn't that he was overly cautious he just didn't care enough to hide. It's pretty much a public secret, we all know what you do. It felt like a trap, if it was, he'd find the guy and turn him into a complicated hand puppet. The more he thought about it, the less jovial he felt and that in itself was bad, for everyone else. My common sense is tingling. . . Oh GOD damn it, it was A trap. An excessively long sigh escaped him, Oh yeah, I have a plan. No you don't. Shut up. . . Annoyance lingered upon that truth as he concentrated, pivoting and testing his restraints at the expense of his limbs which snapped and popped out of place, They did their homework. The pain was no more notable beyond what he normally felt, he could take it and mold it, he had viable coping mechanisms in place and they were often at times at odds with the world at large. So he snapped his forearm until the Radius and Ulna were shoved beyond the flesh, jagged edges cutting rather haphazardly into the leather restraints, So, this'll take some time sugar. Wade fought against his healing factor and the voice in his head telling him that this was fucking retarded. The glass containment tube would be his next obstacle to freedom, but he'd deal with that in due time, Girlfriend. He'd say with sass, You're having a bad wardrobe malfunction, like damn. Wade laughed, admiring the distorted reflected curve of her rear, Dr. Douche probably has extensive counter measures installed and a security guard detail longer than my penis. Seven. I like my odds already. Wade continues to work upon the restraint until he's able to shave his way through the thick leather, the next minute is spent trying to flop the Radius and Ulna back in place, for additional help he blows heavily in his arms direction, Come on buddy, don't you like your home? That's where you live. Go home already. Eventually his bones realign, flesh begins to reknit itself, but it'll take awhile, I'm going to take a nap. The blood loss took hold and Wade's vision would fade to black. Fancy
Thread: The Merc and The Belle (HeartToStart & VitaObscura)

The southern belle couldnt see what was going on, but she could hear it, and it sounded...awful. Despite the fact that she had personally caused a bit of bodily harm in her day, the sound of bones snapping still could make her cringe. The fact that he was doing it to himself, well...that made it all the more stomach churning. There was a silver lining though, as it narrowed down to who the man might be. Assuming he was able to do all of this due to a healing factor. It wasnt Wolverine, or Warpath...and the only other mutant with regenerative powers that came to mind was...Deadpool. There was a sigh of annoyance at the thought, simply because she had heard PLENTY of stories about how he was impossible to work with. Well, beggars couldnt be choosers, and he was surely a little bit closer to breaking out than she was. The comment about her wardrobe didnt go unnoticed, and she wasnt too happy about it, but there wasnt much she could do. Of course she also wasnt aware he had a view of her ass from where he was positioned. It all seemed to be going alright, probably incredibly painful, but alright...until the man announced that he was going to be taking a nap. What? The southern belle could only assume it was due to pain or blood loss...something that had to do with those noses she had heard. Still, it wasnt the time to be going night night. Hey...no! Dont go to sleep Rogue turned her head, trying to get some kind of glimpse of who she was talking to, but it was a fruitless endeavour. Chances were, whoever was watching those security cameras had seen what he had done, or would soon figure out what he was up to, which meant they didnt have a boatload of time to work with. Shit With a groan she tried to move, focusing all of her energy on her right arm, just one appendage, thats all she needed. The groan turned into a yell as she tried to fight the paralytic coursing through her system, which was...a losing battle. Unfortunately she needed who she could only assume at this point was Wade Wilson, and he seemed to be...every bit of idiot as people had claimed. Really...this is who ahm stuck with The words werent said to anyone in particular, just talking to the empty space in the room as though it might do something and lend a hand. With one final try she decided to put everything she had in pushing forward. By some stroke of luck it works, the metal bracers around her wrists and ankles snapping open with ease against her strength as the force of her movement shattered the glass container she had been trapped in. There was a problem though, not she was still barely able to move, and on the ground. Maybe some people would consider it forward progress, but Rogue felt as though she had jumped from the frying pan and into the fryer. People would most certainly be heading this way soon.
Thread: The Merc and The Belle (HeartToStart & VitaObscura)

Wake up The pain was there, a constant reminder of who he was and what he's been through. Whether the psychological agony of sanity strained to its outer limit outweighed the crippling electric sharpness of flesh torn asunder sometimes came down to the realization that both were shouldered in equal amounts. Holy shit, look at yourself I don't wanna. Wade would fumble with his bloody limb wiping away the spittle and tears that sometimes came with self dismemberment, replacing the crystal clear liquid with various shades of viscous crimson. Eyes expanding in amazement as he tentatively touched the glass, Holy shit. He exclaimed even louder, HOLY SHIT . HOLY SHIT After dislocating his still bound arm in excitement, Wade removed the restraints, his happiness knew no end as he worked his way out of the glass tube as he actively took care to avoid further injury, side stepping over the broken glass that his involuntary roommate had decided to scatter in her escape. Holy shit! He fell to his knees, pressing his face ever so close to the woman, his blood acting like crude warpaint, Do you see this?! He admires his reflection in the pools of her eyes with the rabid fascination of a man gone mad, I'm back, baby. Wade was no longer bound by the keloid scarification that restricted him to a suit and mask, there was a point of pride within his identification as Deadpool, but Wade Wilson was back. The hospital gown he wore had come undone, his rear laid bare as he spun in place to face the trample of feet echoing off in the distance. Save the girl, save the world. The first two men to run through the door met a messy end that involved a dental pick and a digital thermometer, as the last one collapsed to the ground at Wade's feet, he couldn't help but reach down to pull the thermometer from the man's ear, the majority of it covered blood and flecks of gray matter. Oh, he's done. Their weapons and gear were retrieved, haphazardly applied over his still open hospital gown. Wade decided to remove the IV's from the woman who had graciously decided to shoulder her equal weight when it came to the nudity department Nice butt, much better in person. The IV's had been cast aside and he waited, So, what do you want to do? Wade looks around, I'd offer you a hand, but then I wouldn't be able to two fist these nice MP5K's they gave me.
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Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith & Horror_Show)

Abigail was confined in a room restrained to what smelled like a piss stained mattress. Her wrists and ankles were already bruised and starting to show loss of circulation. The young women had been stripped of most of her clothing beside an undergarment top and bottoms with her brazier straps showing. Her brown honey eyes were dilated as cold sweat trickled over her body. Within hours she had been admitted and in protesting and causing a scene had gotten sedated and put into an isolation quarters until the rest of her processing and living arrangements were completed until Miss Viktoria Von Frankenstine had come to her get her out of this hell. Hours had gone by in her drug induce stupor before the locked doors would open with nurses coming in to release her to the care of Viktoria. The young women had her credibility and after feuding and the proper proceedings had taken place the teenager was stabbed with a needle in the neck to reverse the effects of the sedatives. The clothes she had come with had already been destroyed so she was embarrassingly discharged in very little but her undergarments looking like hell. Her eyes were wide and alert as her thoughts were racing. She was manhandled down the long corridors and threw her own manic state spotted Viktoria, she was a light even in the darkness that had consumed the young girl, she was familiar, like a mother would be to a lost child. Her eyes struggled to focus and stayed focus on her halo. Her father had already been escorted out of the sanitarium by force. The next line of events was hazy but she vaguely remembered being gently placed into the carriage and zoning in and out of consciousness. She could hear the gallops of the horses and the wind hitting strongly against the carriage as the darkness was settling, hiding her. What she also would remember was Viktoria, her voice was soothing and a beacon. videoyoutube I walk out to the edge of the lake, eyes following the water as it washes my convictions away. He stops me when Im starting to pray. He says, Intuition is awakening suspicion. He says, My tradition is the art of superstition.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith & Horror_Show)

Viktoria's face didn't change as Mr. Ashford was escorted from the building, nor did she show any sign of emotion as she signed the appropriate paperwork to take the young woman into her care. She waited in the lobby for the woman to be delivered to her. When she arrived she was stunned by her condition, though perhaps she shouldn't have been. That they would strip her of her freedom and her agency, only to release her and not even be bothered to return to her her dignity. Seeing her brought out in only undergarments, her hair a mess, and her body filthy made her weep internally for her. She led the young woman out to her carriage, being gentle and kind as she did so. Even if she did so silence at first. She gave a knock on the side to signal the driver before settling in again. She could see that Abigail had begun to loose her grip on reality in their and it showed in the way she behaved. Viktoria leaned forward, from her seat across from her. Abigail dear... Do you remember me? My name is Viktoria. Viktoria Von Frankenstein. I attended the Academy of Medical Sciences with your father. She leaned back again in her seat, not sure if she was even reaching her. How many chemicals did they have circulating through this poor woman's body? She would need a detox before she would be truly sensible again. Which simply called for letting it work its way out of her system. When they arrived back at Frankenstein Manor, Viktoria dismissed the driver and carriage before leading the young Abigail to the door, but not before covering her with her coat. The Manor grounds were clearly no longer cared for. Viktoria having fired most of the staff. Inside most rooms were dusty, the belongings inside covered in white fabric. She had no need of so many rooms, so she kept only those vital to her open and in use. All through out the house, unfinished bottles of alcohol were left sitting around, as though Viktoria simply drank where ever she wanted and never bothered to clean up after herself. She lead the young Abigail to the room adjacent her own. She lead the woman to the bed, guiding her to sit as she fetched some of her medical supplies to do a proper examination. Abigail, I need you to remain still and calm. You're safe here. There are no restraints. No barred windows. No judging eyes. Just you and me. I'm going to take care of you. She explained gently. Not yet opening her medical kit.