Alice Heartly

(RP blog for my Megamind-verse OC Alice Heartly nsfw.. sometimes I track the tag scorcheddragonfly Current M!A - none )

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Is that my shirt?”

“Huh?” Surprise at who’s asking only compounded when looks down at the shirt. “Is it??” It wasn’t one of hers, so she’d just assumed it was one if Six’s, but…it was a bit wider than the majority of Six’s clothes. Flushing lightly, brows arched confusion as she glances back at him. “How did one of your shirts get in my laundry?!”

[scorched-dragonfly]

She gave him a look and smirked. Rolling her eyes as her ears warmed, she chuckled under her breath. “Just can’t help yourself, can you?” Giving him a small smile.

[ill-be-your-phantom]

He shrugged and grinned wide. “I don’t know what you mean.”

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Uh huh, sure.” Another light eye roll and a smile, only a hint of color high over her cheeks.

[ill-be-your-phantom]

He laughed a little. “All right, I mighttt have a small clue.” Simon lifted a hand up and indicated ‘small’ between his thumb and first finger.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Oooh, right. Just a smaaaall one?” Holding up her fingers to mimic his but on a horizontal scale. “That’s what I thought.” Chuckling as her skin warmed lightly.

[youcanttrapjustice]

My Hero

[scorched-dragonfly]

The change in Wendalyn’s expression didn’t go unnoticed. Alice held the phone out for her to see for a moment longer before pulling it back to study the picture herself.  A soft smile curved over her lips as she looked over the image of Six’s. “He does have quite a story. I know he looks…impressive, but, that’s not the half of. He’s overcome so much. And then he found me.” Even she could recognize she was getting a bit wistful, rambly, so she pulled her eyes away from the phone and glanced up at the other woman with a gentle smile. “I’m sure we could arrange something if you’d really like to meet him. I think he’d be interested to meet you too.”

[youcanttrapjustice]

[Normally, she’d rather punch a Megamind in the face than have a real conversation with them, but Six really does seem to be different. Though, there is still the option of face-punching if he is a whimpering idiot.] Hey, all you have to do is yell for me out the window. It’s not like a have a busy schedule or a whole city calling for me right about now, so whatever is convenient is good.

[scorched-dragonfly]

Alice’s smile spread and she nodded. “I think I can manage that.” She chuckled. Tucking the phone away, she took a sip from her juice box. “Thank you for bringing me home, by the way, if I haven’t said it already.”

[youcanttrapjustice]

It’s no trouble. Those of us who have dealt with these sorts of people have to stick together. No one else gets it.  [Wendalyn finishes off her own box with the noisy rattle of the last few drops struggling up the straw.] Unless you’d like me to stay until your husband gets home, I think I’ll head out. I plan on seeing if I can dig up some dirt on this Dragonfly place and see about removing some of the threat.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Sure, I’ll give you a, uh..shout out.” She chuckled. “When he’s around, so ya’ll can meet.” Smiling, the expression blanched slightly at the mention of the genetics company. “Okay. If you find any articles about one of their labs going up in flames about two or so years ago, that was me.” She gave a wry little smile. “Let me know if you need any help…” It wasn’t really something she looked forward to getting into again, but if she could help put the company down, she’d try. More important than keeping herself safe, was keeping Six, and even more so, Maria, safe. If the company was dismantled and done away with, that was one less worry for the future of her little girl.

[youcanttrapjustice]

I heartily approve. [One wouldn’t think that someone like Alice would be up to doing so much damage, but you’d be surprised what the labs can cause an otherwise innocent person to do. It’s them or you and if you don’t want to have a terrible life or a drawn out death, you had better make that choice very apparent.]

i’ll make sure to keep you updated. We lab rats have to stick together. [Setting the juice box down, Wendalyn extends her arm, offering a hug goodbye.]

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Couldn’t agree more.” Alice smiled, setting aside her own juice box to move around the end of the island. Stepping into the space of Wendalyn’s open arm, she gave her a genuine hug. “Just be careful while you’re doing what you do.” She chuckled lightly.

[youcanttrapjustice]

Aren’t I always? [Not even a little bit. But Alice doesn’t have to know that. Might as well let the woman think that she plays it safe rather than giving the other another thing to worry about.] And you be careful as well. I look forward to seeing you again and meeting the other two of your family.

[Scooping Fakk 2 back into her arms, Wendalyn gives Alice a slightly awkward wave before heading for the balcony.]

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Me too.” She smiled, following the other woman to the balcony doors. “See you then.”

[disneycollective]

[talktoten-a-deactivated20240813]

friendly reminder that I’m comfortable with MINOR godmodding if:

it’s genuinely in the interests of advancing plot (e.g. ‘Pass the screwdriver?’ and you can assume my muse passes the screwdriver over, or even just that your muse ended up with the screwdriver one way or another, without having to stop the reply altogether for my interjection)

it’s NOT my muse’s dialogue, inner or outer

it’s REASONABLE for my muse (e.g. if they’ve already made it quite clear the screwdriver is a sentimentally precious family heirloom or something, then the screwdriver might not reasonably change hands)

the reply isn’t solely about my muse’s actions, thoughts or feelings, but rather is about your muse, with reference to mine

you are willing to accept criticism & critique and change the reply if I can’t reasonably see my muse doing that

roleplaying, for me, is about exploring characters and worlds through story. Interaction with both the muse and the world, then, is vital, and I do not mind sacrificing a small thing from one to significantly advance the other. It’s always a good idea to talk to me if you’re uncertain and it will be easier once we know each other better, but I just wanted to put this out there so you lot know what I’m comfortable with. There’s a lot of ‘no godmodding whatsoever!!’ going around in this community and obviously, with big things, it’s a no-go – but I’m still more interested in the story.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Is that my shirt?”

“Well…” Tugging on the hem of the hoodie that clung to her curves, the larger than average hood falling over her shoulders like a cowl. “Maybe…I can’t be blamed! It’s really comfortable, and it smells like you…>///>”

[scorched-dragonfly]

Her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders, the length of her body embracing every part of him. This was heaven, these moments when it was just the two of them, clinging and completely lost in each other. Her thoughts swam lazily in the shared haze of lingering pleasure. ‘You beautiful, perfect man..’ she mused, her thought processes all glowy and stretching, rubbing along and through his like a purring kitten. ‘I don’t deserve you.’ Her cheek nuzzled against his ear in a lazy content motion to match the soft sound she made.

[white-celled-six]

“Please don’t say that.” His lips pressed against her neck, his breath brushing warmly over her skin as he spoke. “Please, don’t ever believe that. You are amazing. Sweet, wonderful, beautiful Alice …” He smiled softly as he continued to murmur endearments into her neck and hair, giving her small, lazy kisses after each one. 

He would have happily kept doing so, and continued to savor the feeling of being so close to her. But his body didn’t feel like cooperating - he could feel his member beginning to withdraw as it softened, and he knew he needed to remove the condom, or things might get messy. 

Giving Alice one last kiss on her temple, he pushed himself up and gently slid out of her. With a few quick motions, he removed and tied up the rubber sheath, and sent it levitating over to the trash can. 

Now that that was taken care of, he gladly pulled Alice back into his arms. 

[scorched-dragonfly]

His sweet words and lazy kisses were like a warm soothing balm on her already languid muscles. If she’d been capable of it, she would have been purring like a dang cat. As it was, she hummed a deep sound against his skin. 

When he pulled away, she stretched and shifted a little on the couch, curling back into his arms as he came back to her. “You know...” She hummed, nuzzling her nose down against the side of his neck as she smiled. “I think I might need to borrow your shirts more often~”

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Is that my shirt?”

“Huh?” Surprise at who’s asking only compounded when looks down at the shirt. “Is it??” It wasn’t one of hers, so she’d just assumed it was one if Six’s, but…it was a bit wider than the majority of Six’s clothes. Flushing lightly, brows arched confusion as she glances back at him. “How did one of your shirts get in my laundry?!”

[scorched-dragonfly]

She gave him a look and smirked. Rolling her eyes as her ears warmed, she chuckled under her breath. “Just can’t help yourself, can you?” Giving him a small smile.

[ill-be-your-phantom]

He shrugged and grinned wide. “I don’t know what you mean.”

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Uh huh, sure.” Another light eye roll and a smile, only a hint of color high over her cheeks.

[lazyfishyart]

I interrupt a long-term hiatus to help raise awareness towards the new Copyright Laws that might come into effect starting next week unless we join efforts to stop it. 

A friend and fellow artist, Will Terry, has joined forces with Brad Holland to help us understand what this Copyright Law is all about, here is their message:

“Orphan Works in a Nutshell:

- Congress is drafting a new US Copyright Act. If passed, it would replace current US Copyright law. There isn’t any bill yet, but the Copyright Office has issued its recommendations for one. Their Report is 234 pages long and is very complicated, so it’s risky to try reducing it to a few words. But here’s a summary of its basic features:

It would void your Constitutional right to the EXCLUSIVE CONTROL of YOUR work.

It would effectively reverse the default premise of copyright law; which means…

It would make the public’s right to use your work its defining goal; which means…

You would have to make your work available to the public.

You would have to do this by registering every picture you want to retain the rights to with for-profit registries.

Unregistered work would be considered legally “orphaned.”

Orphaned work would be available for commercial infringement by “good faith” infringers.

Good faith infringers would be anyone who believed they had made a “reasonably diligent,” but unsuccessful effort to find you.

Infringers could also ALTER your work and copyright the “derivative works” in their own names.

This would affect all visual art: drawings, paintings, sketches, photos, etc.; past, present and future; published and unpublished; domestic and foreign.

It would include family snapshots and any picture or work you ever put on the Internet.

The Copyright Office acknowledges that this would pose special “challenges” for visual artists…

But they conclude that it’s in the public interest for your work to be available for anyone to use.

The Copyright Office has also recommended the following:

Mass Digitization of the world’s intellectual property by corporate interests.

Extended Collective Licensing, a form of socialized corporate licensing that would replace voluntary agreements between artists and clients.

A Copyright Small Claims Court to handle the expected flood of orphan works lawsuits.

         —> The deadline is This Thursday, July 23, 2015″ <—

– WHAT CAN WE DO? –

Write a letter —> HERE <— Let them know why this isn’t a good idea!

Don’t know what to write? Here are Letter samples 

SHARE this information as much as you can! 

– LEARN MORE –  

Watch/Listen to Will Terry and Brad Holland discuss this Law on “ Everything You Know About Copyright Is About To Change”

Read all about it.

IPA Artists Alert

Join Illustrator’s Partnership

This Copyright Act could affect all kinds of creators!! 

[homemadehorrors]

Reblogging for all our US followers - this is massively important!

[youcanttrapjustice]

My Hero

[scorched-dragonfly]

The change in Wendalyn’s expression didn’t go unnoticed. Alice held the phone out for her to see for a moment longer before pulling it back to study the picture herself.  A soft smile curved over her lips as she looked over the image of Six’s. “He does have quite a story. I know he looks…impressive, but, that’s not the half of. He’s overcome so much. And then he found me.” Even she could recognize she was getting a bit wistful, rambly, so she pulled her eyes away from the phone and glanced up at the other woman with a gentle smile. “I’m sure we could arrange something if you’d really like to meet him. I think he’d be interested to meet you too.”

[youcanttrapjustice]

[Normally, she’d rather punch a Megamind in the face than have a real conversation with them, but Six really does seem to be different. Though, there is still the option of face-punching if he is a whimpering idiot.] Hey, all you have to do is yell for me out the window. It’s not like a have a busy schedule or a whole city calling for me right about now, so whatever is convenient is good.

[scorched-dragonfly]

Alice’s smile spread and she nodded. “I think I can manage that.” She chuckled. Tucking the phone away, she took a sip from her juice box. “Thank you for bringing me home, by the way, if I haven’t said it already.”

[youcanttrapjustice]

It’s no trouble. Those of us who have dealt with these sorts of people have to stick together. No one else gets it.  [Wendalyn finishes off her own box with the noisy rattle of the last few drops struggling up the straw.] Unless you’d like me to stay until your husband gets home, I think I’ll head out. I plan on seeing if I can dig up some dirt on this Dragonfly place and see about removing some of the threat.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Sure, I’ll give you a, uh..shout out.” She chuckled. “When he’s around, so ya’ll can meet.” Smiling, the expression blanched slightly at the mention of the genetics company. “Okay. If you find any articles about one of their labs going up in flames about two or so years ago, that was me.” She gave a wry little smile. “Let me know if you need any help…” It wasn’t really something she looked forward to getting into again, but if she could help put the company down, she’d try. More important than keeping herself safe, was keeping Six, and even more so, Maria, safe. If the company was dismantled and done away with, that was one less worry for the future of her little girl.

[youcanttrapjustice]

I heartily approve. [One wouldn’t think that someone like Alice would be up to doing so much damage, but you’d be surprised what the labs can cause an otherwise innocent person to do. It’s them or you and if you don’t want to have a terrible life or a drawn out death, you had better make that choice very apparent.]

i’ll make sure to keep you updated. We lab rats have to stick together. [Setting the juice box down, Wendalyn extends her arm, offering a hug goodbye.]

[scorched-dragonfly]

"Couldn't agree more." Alice smiled, setting aside her own juice box to move around the end of the island. Stepping into the space of Wendalyn's open arm, she gave her a genuine hug. "Just be careful while you're doing what you do." She chuckled lightly.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Is that my shirt?”

“Well…” Tugging on the hem of the hoodie that clung to her curves, the larger than average hood falling over her shoulders like a cowl. “Maybe…I can’t be blamed! It’s really comfortable, and it smells like you…>///>”

[scorched-dragonfly]

She could feel his smile, not just against her skin, but more like…his response to her. The warm flood of pleasure and happiness rushing in, mingling with her own. Already she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began…and she loved it. His body moving against and within her, faster, stroking, caressing, pounding, feeding the heat inside, not just her body, but her heart and mind, She was lost in him, and there was no where else she’d rather be.

His words echoed through her, the needy, primal sounds sending another pulse of searing pleasure through her. There was no resistance as he lifted her hips, no hesitation. She would give him anything, any action, any part of her– she already had. Part of her wondered absently in the maelstrom of sensation, if he knew how completely he held her, what she would do for him, give for him. But even that thought was driven from her mind as he brushed her clit. 

She cried out breathlessly. Liquid fire poured through her and her muscles began to spasm around him, her whole body curling around him as he moved, holding on. It wouldn’t take much to finish it, to push her over the edge. She was just hovering there, right at the very edge of the precipice, clinging to him for all she was worth, just waiting for him to join her.

[white-celled-six]

If she’d wished it, he could have tried to give her multiple orgasms before he finally allowed himself to come. He knew the reactions of her body well, and what rhythm of touch and pressure would usually bring her there quickest. When their minds were joined like this, her pleasure truly was his pleasure, and he delighted in the flood of bliss just as much as she did. (He’d also discovered, very happily, that delaying his own orgasm made it all the more intense when he finally did fall over the edge). 

But he could tell from her thoughts that that wasn’t what she wanted this time. Well, if his mate wished for them to reach the height of their climax together, he certainly wasn’t going to deny her!

Opening their connection some more, he allowed more of her ecstasy to flow into him - and for her to share his own mounting lust in turn. He thrust faster, his movements growing more rough and ragged in his need. He was so close…

As his climax hit, Six buried his face against Alice’s shoulder, muffling his loud, blissful cry. White fire filled his brain, drowning out everything except the ecstasy flowing through him, and the sensation of her, so close that, in this moment, they truly were one. 

[scorched-dragonfly]

Her mouth fell open in a silent cry as their combined climax blasted through her, the blinding rush pushing the rest of the world out of existence. All that was left, was the feel of Six around her, inside her, their blended consciousness, and their shared heart beat. A racing heart beat.  Pleasure seared her inside and out, and as the fog began to clear, she lay limp and languid, tangled with the love of her life, panting heavily for breath.

[white-celled-six]

Every pulse, every rush of heat and bliss, he was there with her. His fingers dug into her hips as he clutched at her; if he’s been more aware, he would have tried to be more gentle, but now he was too lost in the overwhelming feel of Alice, joined with him until he couldn’t tell who was who. One. 

At last, as the flood subsided, his arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her. His big blue head rested against her shoulder as he breathed deeply, his length still inside her, his consciousness still linked to hers as they shared their afterglow. 

[scorched-dragonfly]

Her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders, the length of her body embracing every part of him. This was heaven, these moments when it was just the two of them, clinging and completely lost in each other. Her thoughts swam lazily in the shared haze of lingering pleasure. 'You beautiful, perfect man..' she mused, her thought processes all glowy and stretching, rubbing along and through his like a purring kitten. 'I don't deserve you.' Her cheek nuzzled against his ear in a lazy content motion to match the soft sound she made.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Is that my shirt?”

“Huh?” Surprise at who’s asking only compounded when looks down at the shirt. “Is it??” It wasn’t one of hers, so she’d just assumed it was one if Six’s, but…it was a bit wider than the majority of Six’s clothes. Flushing lightly, brows arched confusion as she glances back at him. “How did one of your shirts get in my laundry?!”

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Much appreciated.” She chuckled under her breath, the act of self restrain not unnoticed.

[ill-be-your-phantom]

“Well, fire starter, I guess maybe sometime in the future I’ll get something of yours.” He said and grinned. “Hopefully not rug burn.” Simon joked.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Well, I’d give you hair tie or something but-” She paused and gave him a confused look, the joke flying right over her head. “What?” Then squinted at him slowly. “Does that mean..what I think it means?” Face tinting pink.

[ill-be-your-phantom]

“Yeah short hair now.” He ran a hand through his white bangs to the back of his head. His brows only lifted down at her when she caught on to what he said. Simon smiled quite innocently. 

[scorched-dragonfly]

She gave him a look and smirked. Rolling her eyes as her ears warmed, she chuckled under her breath. “Just can’t help yourself, can you?” Giving him a small smile.

[otpprompts]

Person A is in bed reading a book. Person B enters and climbs into bed with them. Without looking up person A raises their arm so that person B can crawl under and snuggle up with them. Person B falls asleep.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Is that my shirt?”

“Huh?” Surprise at who’s asking only compounded when looks down at the shirt. “Is it??” It wasn’t one of hers, so she’d just assumed it was one if Six’s, but…it was a bit wider than the majority of Six’s clothes. Flushing lightly, brows arched confusion as she glances back at him. “How did one of your shirts get in my laundry?!”

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Much appreciated.” She chuckled under her breath, the act of self restrain not unnoticed.

[ill-be-your-phantom]

“Well, fire starter, I guess maybe sometime in the future I’ll get something of yours.” He said and grinned. “Hopefully not rug burn.” Simon joked.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Well, I’d give you hair tie or something but-” She paused and gave him a confused look, the joke flying right over her head. “What?” Then squinted at him slowly. “Does that mean..what I think it means?” Face tinting pink.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Is that my shirt?”

“Well…” Tugging on the hem of the hoodie that clung to her curves, the larger than average hood falling over her shoulders like a cowl. “Maybe…I can’t be blamed! It’s really comfortable, and it smells like you…>///>”

[scorched-dragonfly]

She cried out a breathless sound as he began to move, thrusting to fill her again. So quickly he found that perfect pace. He was perfect. How had she ever lived without this…without him.

Her body hummed with pleasure and she curled around him as he moved, clinging to him. Her legs hugged his narrow waist and she buried her fave against his neck, kissing his blue skin as she panted, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. She wanted to give him more, give everything she had. “Nnnngh~” Purring and whimpering a shaking moan as she arched against him, she squeezed her inner muscles around his length as he thrust. ‘Show me what you want..’ she thought desperately to him– though complete thoughts were starting to evade her, her mind clouding with the building heat and pleasure.

[white-celled-six]

Her thought flowed into his mind, almost as warm as the tight heat of her body grasping his shaft, and he smiled against her shoulder. What did he want? He wanted exactly this - to feel her around him, joined with him, body and mind and soul. As an answer, he began to thrust in faster, purposeful strokes. 

“Only you,” he panted, his breath hot against her sweat-damp skin. “Only you, my sweet Alice. My love. My … aaaangh! ….” His words turned into a sound that was half moan, half growl as his pace quickened. He guided her to shift her hips up, so they could both move more easily, and worked his fingers in between their bodies, seeking her clit once again. 

[scorched-dragonfly]

She could feel his smile, not just against her skin, but more like…his response to her. The warm flood of pleasure and happiness rushing in, mingling with her own. Already she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began…and she loved it. His body moving against and within her, faster, stroking, caressing, pounding, feeding the heat inside, not just her body, but her heart and mind, She was lost in him, and there was no where else she’d rather be.

His words echoed through her, the needy, primal sounds sending another pulse of searing pleasure through her. There was no resistance as he lifted her hips, no hesitation. She would give him anything, any action, any part of her– she already had. Part of her wondered absently in the maelstrom of sensation, if he knew how completely he held her, what she would do for him, give for him. But even that thought was driven from her mind as he brushed her clit. 

She cried out breathlessly. Liquid fire poured through her and her muscles began to spasm around him, her whole body curling around him as he moved, holding on. It wouldn’t take much to finish it, to push her over the edge. She was just hovering there, right at the very edge of the precipice, clinging to him for all she was worth, just waiting for him to join her.

[white-celled-six]

If she’d wished it, he could have tried to give her multiple orgasms before he finally allowed himself to come. He knew the reactions of her body well, and what rhythm of touch and pressure would usually bring her there quickest. When their minds were joined like this, her pleasure truly was his pleasure, and he delighted in the flood of bliss just as much as she did. (He’d also discovered, very happily, that delaying his own orgasm made it all the more intense when he finally did fall over the edge). 

But he could tell from her thoughts that that wasn’t what she wanted this time. Well, if his mate wished for them to reach the height of their climax together, he certainly wasn’t going to deny her!

Opening their connection some more, he allowed more of her ecstasy to flow into him - and for her to share his own mounting lust in turn. He thrust faster, his movements growing more rough and ragged in his need. He was so close…

As his climax hit, Six buried his face against Alice’s shoulder, muffling his loud, blissful cry. White fire filled his brain, drowning out everything except the ecstasy flowing through him, and the sensation of her, so close that, in this moment, they truly were one. 

[scorched-dragonfly]

Her mouth fell open in a silent cry as their combined climax blasted through her, the blinding rush pushing the rest of the world out of existence. All that was left, was the feel of Six around her, inside her, their blended consciousness, and their shared heart beat. A racing heart beat.  Pleasure seared her inside and out, and as the fog began to clear, she lay limp and languid, tangled with the love of her life, panting heavily for breath.

[youcanttrapjustice]

My Hero

[scorched-dragonfly]

The change in Wendalyn’s expression didn’t go unnoticed. Alice held the phone out for her to see for a moment longer before pulling it back to study the picture herself.  A soft smile curved over her lips as she looked over the image of Six’s. “He does have quite a story. I know he looks…impressive, but, that’s not the half of. He’s overcome so much. And then he found me.” Even she could recognize she was getting a bit wistful, rambly, so she pulled her eyes away from the phone and glanced up at the other woman with a gentle smile. “I’m sure we could arrange something if you’d really like to meet him. I think he’d be interested to meet you too.”

[youcanttrapjustice]

[Normally, she’d rather punch a Megamind in the face than have a real conversation with them, but Six really does seem to be different. Though, there is still the option of face-punching if he is a whimpering idiot.] Hey, all you have to do is yell for me out the window. It’s not like a have a busy schedule or a whole city calling for me right about now, so whatever is convenient is good.

[scorched-dragonfly]

Alice’s smile spread and she nodded. “I think I can manage that.” She chuckled. Tucking the phone away, she took a sip from her juice box. “Thank you for bringing me home, by the way, if I haven’t said it already.”

[youcanttrapjustice]

It’s no trouble. Those of us who have dealt with these sorts of people have to stick together. No one else gets it.  [Wendalyn finishes off her own box with the noisy rattle of the last few drops struggling up the straw.] Unless you’d like me to stay until your husband gets home, I think I’ll head out. I plan on seeing if I can dig up some dirt on this Dragonfly place and see about removing some of the threat.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Sure, I’ll give you a, uh..shout out.” She chuckled. “When he’s around, so ya’ll can meet.” Smiling, the expression blanched slightly at the mention of the genetics company. “Okay. If you find any articles about one of their labs going up in flames about two or so years ago, that was me.” She gave a wry little smile. “Let me know if you need any help...” It wasn’t really something she looked forward to getting into again, but if she could help put the company down, she’d try. More important than keeping herself safe, was keeping Six, and even more so, Maria, safe. If the company was dismantled and done away with, that was one less worry for the future of her little girl.

[i-am-your-vice]

Cat and Mouse

[scorched-dragonfly]

“It’s good to have you back.” She smiled, stepping into the hug without any needing any encouragement. She hugged him tightly, cheek pressed over his shoulder, then finally let go, if a bit reluctantly. “Tell Scarlet and your boys hi for me.” She grinned.

[i-am-your-vice]

“I will.” He smiled back at her. “I’ll see ya later little mouse, stay out of trouble.” He joked and winked. He put his hand on a small device on his belt. With the press of a button he disappeared.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Oh, you know me--” She snorted, then blinked when he disappeared...only to grin faintly. “That’s still not fair.” She chuckled under her breath, shaking her head lightly, as she left the cafe.

[i-am-your-vice]

Cat and Mouse

[i-am-your-vice]

“That sounds good.” He checked the time on his phone. “I should get going, Scarlet wanted to take the boys out to dinner.” He really shouldn’t have had the root beer float but just sounded so good.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“Well have fun.” She grinned, starting to shift to get up. “I’ve gotta finish my errands, told Boyd- uh, my Dad.” Yeah, that still felt weird. “Told him I’d be back soon-ish.” She chuckled.

[i-am-your-vice]

“Ok” Vice said softly and stood up. “It’s good to be back and to see you again little mouse.” He said as he opened his arms to hug her.

[scorched-dragonfly]

“It’s good to have you back.” She smiled, stepping into the hug without any needing any encouragement. She hugged him tightly, cheek pressed over his shoulder, then finally let go, if a bit reluctantly. “Tell Scarlet and your boys hi for me.” She grinned.

[youcanttrapjustice]

My Hero

[scorched-dragonfly]

The change in Wendalyn’s expression didn’t go unnoticed. Alice held the phone out for her to see for a moment longer before pulling it back to study the picture herself.  A soft smile curved over her lips as she looked over the image of Six’s. “He does have quite a story. I know he looks…impressive, but, that’s not the half of. He’s overcome so much. And then he found me.” Even she could recognize she was getting a bit wistful, rambly, so she pulled her eyes away from the phone and glanced up at the other woman with a gentle smile. “I’m sure we could arrange something if you’d really like to meet him. I think he’d be interested to meet you too.”

[youcanttrapjustice]

[Normally, she’d rather punch a Megamind in the face than have a real conversation with them, but Six really does seem to be different. Though, there is still the option of face-punching if he is a whimpering idiot.] Hey, all you have to do is yell for me out the window. It’s not like a have a busy schedule or a whole city calling for me right about now, so whatever is convenient is good.

[scorched-dragonfly]

Alice’s smile spread and she nodded. “I think I can manage that.” She chuckled. Tucking the phone away, she took a sip from her juice box. “Thank you for bringing me home, by the way, if I haven’t said it already.”