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plasticasshole) wrote2017-04-30 10:14 am
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[Hank has a way of thinking he knows things but he's also not pushing about it. He had talked with SQUIP for a bit (and still felt neutral about it) but there was some frowning when he realized what was happening. Briefly his eyes dart away when Connor locks his into him.]
Love is...fucking confusing, Connor. Believe me I know.
[He laughs almost bitterly at it.]
You shouldn't. Logically. We both know that. Well, you probably more than me, you were built for that sort of analytic bullshit. I stayed with my ex-wife for way too long. D'you know why they did it at all?
Love is...fucking confusing, Connor. Believe me I know.
[He laughs almost bitterly at it.]
You shouldn't. Logically. We both know that. Well, you probably more than me, you were built for that sort of analytic bullshit. I stayed with my ex-wife for way too long. D'you know why they did it at all?
I don't know. I remember I caught them doing it once, and they said they were scared of losing me.
[Was that the case here?]
That still doesn't excuse it.
[He lowers his gaze again, still resting against Hank.]
Why did you stay with your ex-wife? Because you loved her?
[Was that the case here?]
That still doesn't excuse it.
[He lowers his gaze again, still resting against Hank.]
Why did you stay with your ex-wife? Because you loved her?
Doesn't sound like a healthy relationship, if you ask me. So yeah, no it doesn't.
[Says Hank Anderson, master of healthy relationships. Then he scoffs, moving his two hands together so he could distract himself idly taping his fingers.]
I did for the longest time, yeah. We had our differences but good times as well. Love is what I'd describe it back then, but it started to sour as we got older. But the time Cole was born, I stayed cause of him. Hell, it looked like we might make it. But it just got worse, you know? I can't...explain that feeling when you look at someone you once loved, and realize that spark is gone.
[Says Hank Anderson, master of healthy relationships. Then he scoffs, moving his two hands together so he could distract himself idly taping his fingers.]
I did for the longest time, yeah. We had our differences but good times as well. Love is what I'd describe it back then, but it started to sour as we got older. But the time Cole was born, I stayed cause of him. Hell, it looked like we might make it. But it just got worse, you know? I can't...explain that feeling when you look at someone you once loved, and realize that spark is gone.
It sounds awful.
[Connor doesn't want that to happen, but maybe it would be for the best if it did... right now though, he still feels it. He's sure of it.]
How do you know when it's time to separate? What if you still feel like there's a chance things could work out?
[He pulls away from Hank finally, to pace nearby with the blanket still around him.]
[Connor doesn't want that to happen, but maybe it would be for the best if it did... right now though, he still feels it. He's sure of it.]
How do you know when it's time to separate? What if you still feel like there's a chance things could work out?
[He pulls away from Hank finally, to pace nearby with the blanket still around him.]
[Connor's touches are thoroughly distracting and Asra feels a thrill race through him as he feels the sharp sting of teeth on his throat, the faintest taste of blood in the water. He can't remember the last time anyone tried to be rough with him like this, and as someone who enjoys both sides of giving and receiving, he rather enjoys Connor's boldness.
But there's another matter that draws his attention, and he tilts his head to look down as the other man's cock slides free, his expression curious. His hand snakes between them to wrap around Connor's length, slim fingers exploring the curious and different textures of him. His gaze flicks back to Connor's face as Asra toys with him, looking for each flicker of enjoyment he can draw from him, wanting to know what Connor likes best as his fingers circle and squeeze against the ridges and bumps of his cock.]
But there's another matter that draws his attention, and he tilts his head to look down as the other man's cock slides free, his expression curious. His hand snakes between them to wrap around Connor's length, slim fingers exploring the curious and different textures of him. His gaze flicks back to Connor's face as Asra toys with him, looking for each flicker of enjoyment he can draw from him, wanting to know what Connor likes best as his fingers circle and squeeze against the ridges and bumps of his cock.]
It is...yeah. It makes it hard to love someone again. Because then you start being afraid of it ending that way again.
[His eyes dart away briefly.]
You never do. There's never a good time. It's not something you can measure...you just have to make that decision. In my case, I think we were both waiting for it, but both too chickenshit to be the first one to say it. If he was controlling you Connor...well that's different. I'm sure you know what Stockholm Syndrome is, right?
[His eyes dart away briefly.]
You never do. There's never a good time. It's not something you can measure...you just have to make that decision. In my case, I think we were both waiting for it, but both too chickenshit to be the first one to say it. If he was controlling you Connor...well that's different. I'm sure you know what Stockholm Syndrome is, right?
Not... A problem.
[ Especially when, as he got into the rhythm of the rougher pace, it was feeling really good for him as well. Judar didn't have any particular extraordinary strength beyond what you'd expect for a human, so even as his grip tightened on the android's wrists, it wouldn't cause any damage or disrupt the appearance of anything.
It's certainly what happens, to a degree that one could imagine it leaving an ache on Judar, as he continues hardening the pace; Pressing further against Connor to kiss and bring more rough kisses, with teeth and suction along the shoulder, collarbone and a little with the neck as he feels himself closing up to that climax. Almost like he was doing it on purpose, going rougher to help Connor along, from what he understood about those requests and permissions. ]
[ Especially when, as he got into the rhythm of the rougher pace, it was feeling really good for him as well. Judar didn't have any particular extraordinary strength beyond what you'd expect for a human, so even as his grip tightened on the android's wrists, it wouldn't cause any damage or disrupt the appearance of anything.
It's certainly what happens, to a degree that one could imagine it leaving an ache on Judar, as he continues hardening the pace; Pressing further against Connor to kiss and bring more rough kisses, with teeth and suction along the shoulder, collarbone and a little with the neck as he feels himself closing up to that climax. Almost like he was doing it on purpose, going rougher to help Connor along, from what he understood about those requests and permissions. ]
No- look, I know what it is, and it's not that, okay?
[He's very insistent. His hand goes to the silver ring on the chain around his neck that the SQUIP got for him, the other hand still clutching the blankets.]
It's different, I know it is.
[He's very insistent. His hand goes to the silver ring on the chain around his neck that the SQUIP got for him, the other hand still clutching the blankets.]
It's different, I know it is.
[Niles laughs, almost a giggle, and flops onto the floor. He stretches and rolls until he's on his back, a vast expanse of white fur exposed. His tail thumps against the floor behind him.]
You're welcome to try. [The room he's in is dim. Lit only by sunlight shining through empty windows, and has no doors. Looking out a window will show that they're on the top floor of a clearly abandoned warehouse building. Searching for stairs only uncovers a large hole in the corner of the floor. Rotten boards line it. Better not get too close.] The jump wouldn't hurt you after all, would it?
You're welcome to try. [The room he's in is dim. Lit only by sunlight shining through empty windows, and has no doors. Looking out a window will show that they're on the top floor of a clearly abandoned warehouse building. Searching for stairs only uncovers a large hole in the corner of the floor. Rotten boards line it. Better not get too close.] The jump wouldn't hurt you after all, would it?
[Connor edges towards the boards, then stops. That sure is a drop. Frustrated, he turns to face Niles again.]
It would probably break something.
[But no, it wouldn't hurt.]
What do you really want? I know it isn't to talk.
It would probably break something.
[But no, it wouldn't hurt.]
What do you really want? I know it isn't to talk.
[He props his torso up on an elbow, bracing his chin in his palm.]
I want to get under your skin. [He licks his lips.] I want to open you up and dye my hands blue. I want to find what can cause you pain.
[He rolls suddenly to get his feet under him, body low to the ground. His paws stretch and curl, claws leaving scores in the wood.]
I want a rematch.
I want to get under your skin. [He licks his lips.] I want to open you up and dye my hands blue. I want to find what can cause you pain.
[He rolls suddenly to get his feet under him, body low to the ground. His paws stretch and curl, claws leaving scores in the wood.]
I want a rematch.
[Connor doesn’t like the sound of that. Jumping out of the window is starting to seem like a safer bet.]
Nothing can cause me pain. Sorry to disappoint you.
[Well. He felt pain when the SQUIP felt it, but that’s not something Niles can do here. He stands his ground though, scowling. Looks like he has no choice. He knows he can’t beat Niles like this but he’s not going down without a fight.
He eyes the weapons he sees, but a quick scan shows him the revolvers are empty. He grabs one anyway and throws it at Niles, wondering if he can distract him or wear him down enough to jump out of the window.]
Nothing can cause me pain. Sorry to disappoint you.
[Well. He felt pain when the SQUIP felt it, but that’s not something Niles can do here. He stands his ground though, scowling. Looks like he has no choice. He knows he can’t beat Niles like this but he’s not going down without a fight.
He eyes the weapons he sees, but a quick scan shows him the revolvers are empty. He grabs one anyway and throws it at Niles, wondering if he can distract him or wear him down enough to jump out of the window.]
[The admission is met with a frown, but it's one of pity rather than anger or frustration. The gun is slapped aside with one massive paw, but as a distraction it's effective. The motion of the gun skittering across the floor draws Niles eye and his human torso swivels to follow it. He bounds after it, slapping it again and chasing it across the room for a short moment before he abruptly shakes his head and turns back to Connor. Eye bright and pupil blown wide in full on hunting mode it's clearer and clearer that this is not the reserved, clever man that Connor had met outside the city walls. He stalks closer, approaching at an angle to try and put himself in between Connor and the hole in the floor.
If he jumps, it's far enough to break at least one leg, and then Niles can just drag him back up here, find out what he has instead of bones. But as demonstrated with the pistol, he'd rather have a prey able to try and run.]
Really? Nothing? My condolences.
If he jumps, it's far enough to break at least one leg, and then Niles can just drag him back up here, find out what he has instead of bones. But as demonstrated with the pistol, he'd rather have a prey able to try and run.]
Really? Nothing? My condolences.
[That's interesting. Maybe he can use that to his advantage. As for the condolences, he gives a confused frown.]
I find it's actually a good thing.
[Grabbing the other revolver, he skids it across the floor to Niles and hopes it keeps him distracted as he breaks the window. He looks out of it, calculating the best way to fall. No soft landing... he'll break something for sure, but it sounds like he'll have a worse time if he tries to stay here.
He realises there's nothing stopping Niles from actually dragging him back, though. And that's why he hesitates. He's faster than Connor, stronger, and clearly intent on making him bleed. If Connor jumps, he's basically just helping Niles along... unless he can knock him out first, and then jump?]
I find it's actually a good thing.
[Grabbing the other revolver, he skids it across the floor to Niles and hopes it keeps him distracted as he breaks the window. He looks out of it, calculating the best way to fall. No soft landing... he'll break something for sure, but it sounds like he'll have a worse time if he tries to stay here.
He realises there's nothing stopping Niles from actually dragging him back, though. And that's why he hesitates. He's faster than Connor, stronger, and clearly intent on making him bleed. If Connor jumps, he's basically just helping Niles along... unless he can knock him out first, and then jump?]
Most would. Only a few appreciate how exquisite pain can be.
[Once again he slaps it away, and again, he chases it, turning his back to Connor. Normally he wouldn't turn his back on an enemy, but he's hoping for an attack. Asking for one. He's feral and hungry for cruelty, but there's enough sense left in him not to attack the man who saved his life less than two weeks ago without reason. But if Connor comes after him, well that's just self defense then isn't it?]
[Once again he slaps it away, and again, he chases it, turning his back to Connor. Normally he wouldn't turn his back on an enemy, but he's hoping for an attack. Asking for one. He's feral and hungry for cruelty, but there's enough sense left in him not to attack the man who saved his life less than two weeks ago without reason. But if Connor comes after him, well that's just self defense then isn't it?]
[Connor makes a face, patting himself down for anything he can use. As it turns out, he finds a crumpled up piece of paper in his back pocket. It's the one Jeremy gave to him- a spell to knock some sense into feral Monsters, which Niles clearly is.
Clutching it in his hand, he uses the distraction of the gun to lunge at Niles, managing to slap the charm on his rear- but with the fur in the way, it does nothing. And now he's in range of those claws.]
Clutching it in his hand, he uses the distraction of the gun to lunge at Niles, managing to slap the charm on his rear- but with the fur in the way, it does nothing. And now he's in range of those claws.]
[And that's exactly what he was waiting for. He laughs and whips around, huge clawed paw slamming into Connor's side, knocking him to the ground. He follows up by pouncing leaning over to bury his teeth deeply into the junction between Connor's neck and shoulder, desperate to get a taste of his not-blood.]
[He'll find it doesn't taste very good. Connor grunts as he's knocked back, shoulder leaking bright blue as he's bitten. The sharp teeth hit a wire, and his arm jerks involuntarily as a spark of electricity jumps between them. Luckily, the bite isn't deep enough to hit any biocomponents.
The paper flutters out of his hand, and he scrambles for it from underneath Niles, before giving up and punching him instead. If he can just get out from under him, he can grab it again.]
The paper flutters out of his hand, and he scrambles for it from underneath Niles, before giving up and punching him instead. If he can just get out from under him, he can grab it again.]
[Justine senses the shock and then tension. She doesn't know what it means, only that something through their Bond has changed... and after everything that's happened with SQUIP, she isn't willing to dismiss it.]
Connor? What's wrong? Where are you?
[She's already dropped what she's doing and begun searching for him through their bond. Whatever happens. She wants to find him and confirm that he's alright.]
Connor? What's wrong? Where are you?
[She's already dropped what she's doing and begun searching for him through their bond. Whatever happens. She wants to find him and confirm that he's alright.]
[Connor hears Justine, and keeps his expression neutral. He doesn't want her to get involved... but she's proven she can handle Niles.]
I don't know where I am. Niles jumped me and threw a bag over my head... I couldn't see where he took me. I'm in an attic, an abandoned building somewhere.
I don't know where I am. Niles jumped me and threw a bag over my head... I couldn't see where he took me. I'm in an attic, an abandoned building somewhere.
I'll check near the docks and I will find you.
[There aren't too many abandoned areas and it'll narrow down the area while she feels him through the Bond.]
Don't worry. I'm coming.
[It's very obvious through their connection that there is nothing he can say to change her mind.]
[There aren't too many abandoned areas and it'll narrow down the area while she feels him through the Bond.]
Don't worry. I'm coming.
[It's very obvious through their connection that there is nothing he can say to change her mind.]
[He knows better than to try. He needs to be focused on this fight.]
I might need more Thirium after this.
[He remembers those claws, and the damage they can do.]
I might need more Thirium after this.
[He remembers those claws, and the damage they can do.]
I don't have any more.
[It'd taken her days to make what she'd first given him.]
Connor what happened?!
[Panic seeps through the bond and Justine runs to try and find him.]
[It'd taken her days to make what she'd first given him.]
Connor what happened?!
[Panic seeps through the bond and Justine runs to try and find him.]
[He releases Connor's shoulder nearly as soon as he bites down, partially a reflexive reaction to the shock, partially a response to the punch. He spits the vile liquid on the floor with a grunt, but then digs his fingers into the gashes left by his teeth. This time he feels the sharp tingle spreading up his arm and relishes it, dragging his fingers in and down, widening the wound as much as he can.]
[With a grunt, Connor strains to reach for the paper. His fingers snag the edge and he pulls it to him, and he smacks Niles in the face with it while he's distracted.]
Get off-!
[He tries to shove Niles back at the same time, hoping that will work.]
Get off-!
[He tries to shove Niles back at the same time, hoping that will work.]
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