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Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Juniper took a bobby pin out of her hair and a small tool out of her pocket, using it to hold the keyhole open while she moved the bobby pin back and forth until the lock clicked. She opened the door and gave Derek a sly smile as she slipped inside. The house had been in disrepair for quite some time, her father having fired all of the housekeepers and gardeners long before his illness took a turn for the worse. However, she and her siblings had managed to keep the inside of the house fairly presentable - or face their father's wrath every time he finally got out of bed. Paintings and photographs hung on the dark walls, some of them covered in a thick lair of dust. One particularly spotless photo depicted the family, apparently years ago. All of them wore solemn expressions, even the youngest girl, who at the time couldn't have been more than seven. Juniper and her siblings shared their black hair and freckles, which had clearly come from her father, but Juniper was the only tan one with blue eyes. The woman in the photo was as pale as the rest of the family, with black eyes and a stern face. I assure you, nostalgia won't be an issue, Juniper stated firmly as she continued down the hall and up a flight of creaking whitewashed stairs.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Derek chuckled as Juniper led him into the house, the case was getting better by the minute. You don't seem to have the fondest memories with your father. The detective said to his client, as he looked at all the old photos of the family together. He followed her up the dark stairs, the floor boards creaked with each step. The rooms in the hallway were covered by darkness, the only illumination came from the lightning in the storm. Derek wondered what kind of work this man was doing to lead a life like this. Can I ask what your mother is doing during all this? He had a feeling he already knew what the answer was going to be, but it was worth trying to get all the information he could out of Juniper.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Juniper visibly winced at the mention of her mother, shaking it off and continuing up the stairs. Gone, she said simply, clearly unwilling to go any further into detail at this time. They reached the second floor and she led him to a pristine white door, once again picking the lock before opening it to reveal her father's study. Every inch of the walls that wasn't hidden by bookcases was rather covered with maps and ancient tapestries, most of which depicting historical warfare and massacres. The heavy black curtains that normally prevented any light from entering were pulled back, rain still falling hard on the glass as the moon and stars and each flash of lightning were their only illumination. Hm. Can't say I expected any different, she muttered as she approached his old mahogany desk and began rustling through his papers.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

The old man must have been a real history buff. Derek muttered to Juniper as he moved around the piles of papers littering the floor. He shuddered at the images of war around the room, his joints aching at the thoughts to his past. Derek began pulling dusty books off of the shelves. We may have to turn this room upside down if we want to find that will. Detective's intuition says that most secrets are hidden by the book case. Sure it seemed like it came right out of crime drama, but Derek's intuition never steered him wrong before. He planned on pulling all the books off the old case, if no secret passage opened up, he'd look behind the dang thing for this will. So no one was allowed in here? A guy like him must have had a few lady friends in here. Seems like a nice, secluded, spot to get busy.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Oh, we know he did, Juniper replied with a hint of venom in her tone. She began searching through drawers, paying hardly any attention to the detective behind her as she bent over to get a closer look. He had no regard for... our mother, she muttered as she rummaged through the drawers unceremoniously, tossing things aside in her rage-fueled search. No regard for us either. We were merely souvenirs from his escapades, every one of us. The only one he seemed to care for at all was little Amalthea, the youngest. The two of them were very close, by his standards at least.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

I got it, you have some issues with the old man. Derek reassured Juniper, while searching through the books. It's too late for you to start stripping, so you'll have to get back at daddy some other way. You can pay for a psychiatrist once this thing blows over. Derek had heard these kinds of stories before. It was best to stick to his work, and leave the drama to the clients. The books didn't have anything hidden, so it seemed like the shelf was the only thing left. It was much too big for Derek to move on it's own, even with all the books taken off. He was only able to rotate it, just a smidgen. Looking deep in the opening he made, he could see something hanging in the darkness. It was too dark to see what it said, but Derek could tell it was some kind of parchment. Either I found your dad's favorite pin up, or it's some kind of clue. Help me move this thing to the side, would ya.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Juniper scoffed and moved towards the bookcase, moving it away from the wall with ease. You'll show respect when you talk to me, she ordered, icy blue eyes flashing as she glared up at him. She slipped behind the bookcase and into the secret opening, gazing up at the parchment. It appeared to be a map of their home, with a red X over the study where they were standing and an inverted V in the middle of her sister Amalthea's bedroom. Son of a bitch, she muttered as she looked around the opening for anything else. We need to rest before we go any further. I underestimated the lengths that bastard would go to to cling to his fortune, even in death.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Derek was confused about the whole ordeal. You mean to tell me you know what this means? The detective took a look at the map, wondering what the V could mean. Alright, if we're going to rest, it'd be best if we stuck together. We can pick things up faster if we're already so close. Derek wasn't too keen on sleeping in the abandoned home of a dead man, so he suggested a change of scene for the night. Why don't I have you stay the night at my place? I've got some drinks, and you can shed a bit more light on this mystery. He was fully invested in this case, there had to be something worth a lot of money at the end of this road.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

She eyed him suspiciously from a moment before nodding in agreement. Fair enough. If we're going to talk a walk down memory lane, I'll need a few drinks anyway, and my brother's already cleaned out the liquor cabinet. Juniper slipped out of the secret opening and exited the study with haste, making her way down the stairs as she explained. Father was always very intrigued by archaeology, and he loved his mysteries. You may have noticed while clearing the bookshelf that he was an avid fan of Agatha Christie. It looks like he wants to send us on a little expedition, for his own posthumous amusement. Assuming he knew we'd be after the will, that must be what's hidden somewhere in or beneath my sister's room. She held the door open as the two of them exited the house, keeping to his side to protect his cybernetic hand from the rain. The floor in the hidden compartment didn't feel too sturdy, my guess is he already did the digging for us, but we'll need lights and other supplies.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Derek drove the lady to his apartment, it was just down the road from his office. It was a real swanky place, fine white carpeting, a mini bar placed under the TV, just across from that was a fine, white, leather couch. Derek removed his coat, tie, and vest, placing them at the coat rack by the door. You can place your things on the rack as well. What can I get ya to drink? He called to Juniper as he moved to the kitchen. The counter top was made of marble, it shined with the kitchen lights glowing over them. From the upper cabinets, he pulled down a glass, and a bottle of whiskey for himself. He grabbed an ice bucket out of the freezer, placing three cubes in the glass before filling it with the hearty drink. Derek took a nice sip of his drink as he waited for Juniper's response.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Juniper removed her coat and shoes, leaving them by the rack before sitting down on his couch. Whiskey and coke, if you have it, she called back as she looked around. Nice place you have here. Detective work must be treating you well. She crossed her legs and looked up at him, her eyes weary. Thank you for agreeing to help me.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Derek grabbed another glass, dropping another round of cubes into it. Grabbing a Coke fro the fridge, he mixed the drink for his lovely guest. Eh, it comes with all work you have to do as a private detective. People pay well for my services. He loved bragging about his home, it made him feel like a big shot. I'll be honest, it was that charm of yours that got me into this case. The detective relaxed on the couch with Juniper, handing her the drink with his cybernetic arm. Sure, you're a beautiful woman, but I see a bit more to you. I see a bit of myself. He leaned back on the arm of the couch, as he looked Juniper in her blue eyes.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

She smirked as he handed her the drink, taking a swig and sighing in what seemed like relief. Her face flushed slightly at his compliment. Well, thank you, detective. You're quite the looker yourself. She looked him over again, eyes lingering on his cybernetic arm. Does... Does it hurt still? Like, when you move it?
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

He chuckled at the question, someone always has to ask about the arm. Derek was used to it by now, he's had it for a good number of years. No, I've been through physical therapy. It moves like the real thing. It gets a little uncomfortable in the wrong weather, but this bad boy has been with my through thick and thin. The detective reminisced about his cases with the arm, as he watched it move around. He took another swig of his drink. Let me tell you, the ladies were not too keen on it when I first got it. I think I've gotten the subtly down now. It takes more then some facial hair and a gun to make a man. It's all about your tender side.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Juniper took another sip and gave the man a soft smile, reaching forward and tenderly brushing her fingertips over his prosthetic hand. Well, I'd love to see your tender side, she murmured as she moved closer to him, wrapping her soft warm hand around his cybernetic one. If you're comfortable with me, that is.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Derek took one more sip of his drink, placing his glass down on the coffee table. I'm always comfortable with a lovely lady. He stroked his metal arm on Junipers warm cheek, giving her a soft smile as he looked up and down her body. Derek used his real arm to undo the first three buttons on his work shirt, his hardened pectorals could be seen from his open shirt.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Juniper licked her lips and leaned into his touch, guiding his hand behind her to the zipper of her dress. She downed the rest of her drink and placed her glass on the table next to his, moving her legs up and across his lap. I have a feeling you're about to earn that bonus, detective, she purred teasingly, sliding her hand down his torso and marveling in the way his muscles flexed beneath her touch.
Thread: My Treasure for a Dame (Cold Chaos X The Deviant)

Derek unzipped Juniper's lovely red dress, leaning away so he could watch gravity take it's course. His cock began to bulge, as she felt around his chest. It feel's like it's going to be a good reward. He bit his lip as he looked around her body. His real arm moved up and down her thigh, splayed across his lap.
Thread: hunting for heart ( ƒeral x inspirit )

hunting for heart eral x inspirit katarina shiny umbreon
Thread: hunting for heart ( ƒeral x inspirit )

A Shiny Umbreon, you say? You could fetch tons for something like that. Maybe hand it over to the Boss for a promotion! Now why would I do that? the redhead refuted her fellow admin in the lounge of the Team Rocket base. Word had already spread in the entire hideout of Katarina's catch of the day and many had already pestered her about seeing the Pokboy in the flesh, much to her annoyance. The other admins, envious of her spoils, had also attempted all they could to convince her that handing the Umbreon over to the Boss would be a wiser idea. As if. Katarina had never been the type of associate to kiss ass. She was more invested in her personal success than Team Rocket's, treating the latter as a quick, but stable way for cash flow. Her passion lied in poaching, though, and her sport made her name infamous among trainers and tempting among clients. Katarina seldom brought trophies home, but when she did, it was usually worth it. The poacher had been out that evening and came upon an ambitious trainer who challenged her to a battle, claiming she had a secret weapon up her sleeve. One by one, Katarina's Zoroark, an exotic Pokgirl herself, practically mowed down her opponent's roster, right down to her last Pokmon. When her opponent revealed the last card up her sleeve, the Shiny Umbreon, she knew she had to have it for herself. Team Rocket had never played fair and the organization's selfish methods of creating a Pokmon army came in handy when they invented contraptions like Dark Balls specially designed to steal owned Pokmon. They were scarce and high in demand in the ranks but Katarina had a couple, just for these occasions. The devastated trainer, beaten and vulnerable with no able-bodied Pokmon in her roster, watched in horror as Katarina seized the Umbreon for her own. He was hers, now. Not Team Rocket's. Hers. Have you released him yet? the nosy admin asked her, his eyes twinkling. Katarina retrieved the Dark Ball from her belt and tossed it lightly onto the ground. She hadn't bothered to heal him yet, so she wasn't worried that he would lash out, especially not with another admin and two of her Pokmon present in the lounge. One long leg crossed over the other as she watched his form materialize in front of her. Won't you greet your new mistress? she ordered coyly, also proud to present her new catch to her fellow admin.
Thread: hunting for heart ( ƒeral x inspirit )

The eagerly anticipated Shiny Umbreon materialized tall and proud, intelligent aureates scanning around in cold ire, thin lips curling into a faint sneer. Unlike many Pokboys new to civilization and human ownership, the Umbreon's outfit indicated familiarity with human customs. His jacket was nearly skin-tight, black paneled with gray and decorated with ruffles and a zigzagged string. One hand gloved, the other left bare, a touch of edgy mirrored by the single streak of dyed hair. Fitted falcon jeans were tucked into steel-toed boots ending just below the knee. He could have passed for an immaculately dressed pop singer, had it not been for the glimmering bands of cobalt on his thighs and shoulder, the small of his back, and, of course, ringing his flattened ear and faintly bristling tail. He was not badly injured from the events prior, a slim cut on his cheek from flying debris and bruises lining his forearms constituted the extent of his injuries. But he was exhausted. Despite his rolled back shoulder and upturned chin, his fatigue was obvious in his matted bangs and the way standing seemed to take great effort. The Pok battle had taken whatever energy he had remaining even his tail seemed to droop as he ascertained his surroundings with feigned bravado. In a way, Pokboys were not unlike succubi while wild Pokboys did not require sexual essence to live, Pokboys grew strongest under loving attention and care. The capacities of a feral Pokboy versus that of one raised by a diligent trainer are as different as night and day. And though this Umbreon was obviously previously owned, an experienced trainer could easily deduce a lack of care from his quick exhaustion and slow recovery. Molten golds darted around, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. He recognized the self-assured female trainer from the previous battle, but the rest of the battle seemed a blur. His eyes lingered on the unfamiliar Pokball it wasn't the home he was used to, and yet appeared to be his new lodgings. His eyes narrowed in a cross between unease and aggression as he spotted the Zoroark standing just behind. It disgusted him the ease with which the clearly well cared for Pokgirl wiped the floor with him. He wasn't weak...he wasn't...but his tragic history of being shuttled from collector to collector and finally to an abusive trainer had taken a toll on both his psyche and strength. When he was young, his coloration had been a source of pride, but now he couldn't help but see it as a curse. He eyed the two humans with suspicion, tail bristling even further as he contemplated what might be in store for him this time around. When the request came, he hesitated. He knew well that despite the phrasing, it was a command, and from experience, refusing those always led to very bad things. But while he wanted to shirk before the confident human, to run, he knew he wouldn't get far with two well-trained and alert Pokmons in the room. My name's Kaine, he grumbled under his breath, casting a leery gaze at the seated woman. Another pause before he added, voice barely above a reluctant whisper. ...mistress.
Thread: hunting for heart ( ƒeral x inspirit )

Katarina's eyes seemed to glimmer as if she was gazing upon a jewel rather than a Pokboy, which he was, and certainly not just to her but in Team Rocket's interests, as well. She hadn't been able to inspect her trophy closely during the battle when her Zoroark had been pummeling him into the dirt, but now that she could in the privacy of the hideout, she was more than intrigued. Excited, even. Kaine, she repeated to herself. It was a hassle to train a Pokmon to answer to a new name, so she decided against confiscating the one last thing the Umbreon had for himself that was truly his. Everything else was simply nonexistent now that he had a new mistress to serve. She uncrossed her legs, each limb impeccably dressed in skin-tight leather parted so she could prop her elbows on them, now slightly hunched towards him. Come here, she ordered, but her voice was sultry this time, lacking the naturally edgy tone that carried her intimidating impression. When the Umbreon simply didn't succumb to her will fast enough, the Houndoom behind him kicked the bend of his knees, forcing him into physical submission on his hands and knees where he rightfully belonged. Only when the stronger Pokboy overstepped his boundaries and grabbed a fistful of the Umbreon's hair did Katarina command him down, an order the Houndoom immediately obeyed. It's going to be a lot easier for you to lose that petty pride your previous tamer failed to fix, she reprimanded curtly, the toe of her boot lifting to tilt the Umbreon's chin for her to inspect his face. He was handsome, sleek, and effeminate where it counted all that really needed to be fixed were the dirt and minor injuries that marred his features and he would be as good as new. The leather of her boot left his face and she unfolded her arms across her chest to rise from her seat. For now, you'll refer to me as Mistress, she said. I don't see the point in telling you my name if you're not worth the trouble. Yes, the Umbreon was certainly a prized breed and she was certainly expecting great things from him in the future, but if he proved to be a waste of her time, she knew she'd easily find some other paying client to take him off her hands. It was a win-win situation for her end up with a Shiny Umbreon in her roster or be richer by tomorrow. The Zoroark and Houndoom followed her when she took steps towards the hallway, stopping only when their tamer glanced at the neglected Umbreon on the floor. Come along, on your hands and knees, she instructed him. It was undeniably humiliating for the Umbreon but Katarina saw a defeat as a defeat and this walk of shame was what he had earned for that disappointing battle that evening. Her own Pokmon, of course, were not exempt from this rule of thumb, although they were still glad and wholeheartedly willing to serve their mistress in any way she wished. If he obeyed, she had half the mind to tame him that night, just to establish who held the end of his leash now. If he didn't, well, he'd have to wait another night with his injuries.
Thread: hunting for heart ( ƒeral x inspirit )

Kaine often wished he was born a human, if only to be rid of troublesome instincts and an inability to mask his emotions. Whilst Katarina spoke, he kept his visage as disinterested as possible, doggedly staring her down. But when she spoke his name - not the high-pitched, nasally whine of his last owner, but rich, feminine and sensuous - the triangular, elongated ears perched among a mass of sleek dark hair twitched with interest. As suspicious as he was of humans in general, and this one in particular, he couldn't deny her appeal. He could tell that she engaged in a line of physically demanding work by the sleek muscle tones that shifted with her movements. She looked strong, but unlike her bulky Houndoom, was clearly built for speed. And in spite of a painful looking looking scar, she still maintained a softness about her features, radiant with the charisma of one used to holding the reins. In a word, she was breathtaking enough that he almost forgot about his predicament. But of course, she didn't let him forget. Before he could even make him his mind one way or another, his new owner - kidnapper - was already imposing her will upon his flesh. He grunted with pain as his knees were kicked out from under him, tumbling forward with little grace as he barely braced his fall with forearms. The sudden impact, combined with his physical exhaustion, was enough to knock the air out of him. And he remained on all fours, unable to summon the strength to climb up, unable even to maintain the defiant tilt of his chin. He clenched his jaw as she spoke, humiliating words compounding with his humiliating posture. And he hated himself. Trainers were all the same. This one might be heads and shoulders above his last in strength and looks, but thus far, she was just as cruel. It didn't matter anyway. For a moment, he could only hang his head in defeat, tail laying limply against the ground. Perhaps it would take her a day, two, a week at max before she would find a good bidder who prized his rare coloration. And then she would only be a blurred face among past owners who'd never seen past anything more than glowing cobalt rings. He growled under his breath, nails digging into his own palms in anger and helplessness. And he was hungry. It had been nearly a day and a half since he's last been fed a proper meal. He stared at the ground, gnashing his teeth as he considered his options. But denying her will was pointless anyway. He could hardly flee weakened as he was, and that Houndoom more than proved his inability to challenge her authority. There was no option but to yield. Swallowing his pride, Kaine crawled, head held low and normally upright ears drooping parallel against the ground, clambering awkwardly after her as if some dumb four-legged animal.