#cadcnce

[orderbourne]

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[sentofight]

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Of course, she wouldn't be satisfied with simple, 'you know.' She WANTED to know what it means. What does he mean by it? So, of course, she had to take matters into her hands. Scribbling something on a piece of paper and ran to hunt, and find her master.

It didn't take much longer, knowing where he would goof around--the local tavern. Storming in, she quickly sussed his place and ran up to him, (almost) plastering the paper to his face. She was more than determined to know his answer. What he would answer will let her know how she is going to go on about her life; how she is going to ...behave around him.

The tapping was necessary to let him know what she wants to know in precise. She got used to his fun and games but this time he either come clean or ...else.

Seeing how surprised and lost for words he became, she took a step to the back to let him think this through. After all, what defines their relationship is hanged upon what he answers.

"I want to know what you mean by that. Think carefully ... and please answer honestly." she pleaded quietly, quieter than her usual loud tone. Even though she tried to stay calm, crossing her arms, not because she is mad, it was simply to hold herself from overreacting (like she usually does.)

It will hurt ....

a lot ...

so please ...

let this be over already

Scrunching up, waiting for that answer. Sigh ... he is going to make fun of her, isn't he? He might say that he's just here because her Father enlisted his help to whip her back in shape (and keep an eye). He's just ... a hired-up, nothing more. Was she lost in her own dream world that she mixed between that and reality? But the mixed signals and ... He's so stupid!!! Why flirt with her if he does not want her to get the wrong idea!! Ugh!!!! She has to give him a piece of her mind if he says no!

a lot ...

"Eh ...?"

Her shoulders sank a little bit, her brain processing his words. He said what she thinks he said? He wants to go on a date with her? He ..wants that, too?

"Oh ..."

Still processing it, her face went blank for a second. Kind of alarming to the young man but fret not, all her ready-to-blurt-out-lectures were for nothing. Why was she thought he would turn her down? Make fun of her again? Well, looking at his record it was a somewhat safe assumption, right?

"Okay," her arms fall to the sides before she clasped them behind her back. "Sure. Tonight? I can be ready in an hour if you want?" that surprised her--she surprised herself! For someone who was certain she might get dumped, she took his acceptance quite ... easily. Was she still in shock?

"I'll go back to my house. When you're ready come pick me up, 'kay?" excuse her to leave the tavern in a completely opposite of how she came in, one can describe it as gracefully, like a true princess.

[more-than-a-princess]

HARK!

May the heralds sing and the bells ring. Or whatever it is that happens on Valentine's.

Cupid himself has descended upon Boudry House.

Dogged by his faithful sidekick(??) (no assistant is ever paid enough) the dubiously dressed god of DOKI DOKI AHHHN skips through the building. Loosing his sucker-tipped arrows tied with strawberry candies unto his unsuspecting but doting followers and fans.

"May you find love, appreciation, and soundproof walls tonight." He bequeaths his wisdom before spiriting away.

And yes, that faithful sidekick does go and apologize to each victim person, before rushing to catch up with the beloved god.

But it's only so long before they lose track of the god. Too spritely. Too energetic. Too fucking clever. Where did he go? What was his plan? Alas. It would remain a mystery to all.

All but one.

For not long after eluding pursuit does our devilishly handsome and attractive Cupid find just the loneliest and the saddest looking maiden he's ever seen! Upon bursting into her chambers he gasps in horror.

"Clearly. Just one of my arrows won't be enough for you, fair beautiful sexy minx of a maiden." He declares. A flamboyant toss of the repurposed nerf bow along with the remaining arrows and their sugary payloads. They clatter and clang on the floor as he struts inside like ballet dancer. Fluttered steps before sweeping the wailing and bereaved maiden off her feet. Expression of longing and pity to be shared with her.

"I have no choice. I will have to use something else. After I make you my personal Valentine." Finger to her lips! "Hush! Do not be modest my lady. It is you who is being humbled and I will find the apologies for that later. I also got you chocolate. But this is more fun."

(Chocolate is mentioned so this banner still counts!)

"And that is why, Your Royal Highness, the benefits of assisted suicide to elderly and aging populations will prove to be a more ethical and humane way to cease suffering than the current medical laws in place," One of the two men was, Sonia hoped, working to conclude the presentation that afternoon. February 14 was not a holiday for exchanging chocolates or planning an elaborate gift, at least for Novosonian royals. It was a workday, like any other weekday (and frankly, plenty of weekends too). "Without such plans in place, it puts elderly, aging, and otherwise mentally ill patients at risk for self-injury and prolonged pain, of both physical and mental varieties."

Sonia nodded, though she was doing her best to muster a smile that wasn't quite as grim as the topic at hand and the emotion in her heart from considering such things. Her personal secretary, Cecily, and her first assistant were keeping it together far more admirably: Cecily had looked after Sonia for the past ten years and all of the Princess's assistants had been thoroughly screened and hired by her. Little seemed to faze the woman, if her composed expression behind silver-rimmed glasses was any indication.

"Yes," Sonia sighed, frowning. It was a horrid thing to consider, on Valentine's Day of all days: aging, dying alone, with a broken heart or mind or perhaps both. Certainly it wasn't reserved only for elderly populations either, which begged further question: which was worse, debilitating conditions whilst young and finding assisted suicide the kindest way to subdue the pain, or living a full life before finding one's self lonely, deteriorating, and frightened, with certain death providing the only possible relief? "I shall be sure to review the figures, testimonials, and plans you have been so kind to bestow upon me, Gentlemen, and AHH!-"

But she hadn't been given a chance to continue. A scuffle outside the door to her formal office, followed by several squeals of laughter and shock alike, had caught the attention of everyone in the room even before Wylan and his assistant burst through the door, the latter looking at Cecily and Sonia with an apologetic expression. He was the fifth (or was it sixth?) personal assistant that had gone through the Wylan Rectur Ringer (or so the staff had come to call it), and if Sonia remembered correctly, it was only his second month on the job. Hardly enough time to become acquainted with his new charge and his many excellent qualities.

Well, Sonia thought they were excellent, but then again, she was the only one in the room smiling at Wylan's grandiose entrance. The two men she'd agreed to meet with that afternoon were now both slack-jawed, stunned at the display before them. Sonia's assistant had paused, mid-scribble on her tablet, glancing from the audio recording device on the table to her usually stern-faced boss, panic written all over her face. And Cecily could only stare in horror and mutter, breaking the silence. "He's insane," She hissed, her chestnut bob shaking in shock, or rage, or perhaps both that neither a strawberry candy or a triple espresso could cure. "The man is completely and utterly insane."

Sonia's guests seemed to agree, opening their mouths to question why an American draped in white fabric brandishing toys and candy had found it fit to interrupt a scheduled meeting with the Princess of Novoselic. Possibly to offer services in evaluating the mental state of the rumored lover of the future queen.

"That will be all for today, thank you," Sonia announced, loud enough for the entire room to hear her cheerful, yet firm, tone. "As I mentioned, I shall take this under advisement and present it to the Royal Council soon." She'd needed a moment to remember herself: that she wasn't just a woman in love with someone who never failed to put a smile on her face, but that she was a princess with real responsibilities. Real decisions that affected the lives of millions.

Which was, admittedly, a challenge at present: she likely appeared ineffective as a royal, her arms wrapped around Wylan's neck as he carried her bridal-style, Sonia all the while shifting her lower half in order to keep her pale pink dress down and decently arranged. But as someone in love, quite content with the change of plan. 

"I'll escort you out," Cecily quickly chimed in, prompting the rest of the room towards the door while demanding the assistant shut off and remove the recording device as quickly as possible, for all of their sakes. Sonia grinned, the door closing firmly behind the group, leaving the two of them alone.

"Well, now that members of the board of public health have heard that their Princess is known as a 'sexy minx of a maiden,' Happy Valentine's Day!" She laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. It had become common between them now, Sonia stealing kisses from Wylan here and there. Some as long and passionate as the ones in Las Vegas and Paris had been, others quick and teasing. But the key was surprise, though he seemed to have won on that front that day. "But I rather prefer this to chocolate, and you know how much I like good chocolate."

She had to emphasize the good adjective. Otherwise, it could result in the likes of Hershey's or Swiss Miss (though she'd been assured that there were worse American chocolates than those, which was almost as horrifying as discussing suicide on Valentine's Day). "I wonder what technique you intend to use to make me, as you say, your personal valentine," She teased, her gaze glancing down pointedly before looking back into his eyes. "But I've got chocolate for you too. I can't give up some of the Japanese traditions, and dinner planned as well."

"Though, if I had the opportunity..." She continued, dropping another kiss onto his cheek, "I'd whisk you away to somewhere warm and tropical for an extended holiday. I'm getting rather tired of Novosonian winters and ski weekends. There would even be those elaborate drinks served in coconuts, and then-"

Sonia stopped herself there, as she ran a hand over his bare shoulder, and beneath the white fabric that barely covered part of the other side. "Wylan," She began, trying to restrain her giggles to no avail, "Are you wearing one of the Egyptian cotton bedsheets?"

[tsuzukerukoto]

"Makoto, did you drink my ginger ale?" Wylan has a locker ready to shove this punk into as soon as they confess. He dragged the locker in to the room. And set it down on the floor. Menacingly. Makoto, you're not going to fit!!!

@cadcnce

"That was yours?!" The words escape his lips before he could even think about it. Makoto flinched as the locker was planted on the ground, set straight after having been dragged in-- Oh my god, he thought. Did Wylan just drag a whole locker in here?! His green eyes darted from the locker to Wylan, back to the locker and back to Wylan. He was flabbergasted by the show of strength, something that Makoto knew he would never be able to match himself. But, more importantly... ...Shit, I've already admitted to it, haven't I?

"You're not planning to shove me in there, are you...?"

[psychcdelica]

Been wanting to do this for a while, but, in this house, we love and appreciate WySae.

[kyriosc]

cadcnce asked:

"Hey." Wylan holds up his phone while laying on Mei's lap, showing the screen off to her. There's a picture of two pidgey looking stupid in a bird bath. "That one's you."

“Wha-?” There was a soft mood between them, Wylan laying on her lap and Mei mindlessly brushing her fingers through his hair while she browses her phone with the other hand. A rare moment of neither of them being too busy to see each other. “Heeeeey... What part of that is me?” She pouts and gives him a flick on the forehead afterwards. 

[lucetestellae-a]

@cadcnce​​​ asked: "Remind me again how long it's going to take to break into this mainframe? Feeling like I should have packed a game or something. We still got places to be and like three more doors to go." Wylan wipes a small bit of blood and checks the grip on his weapon. A few hiccups aside, it was still a nonlethal infiltration.

The Professor knew that time is of the essence, but she also knew techology was complex. The security of this place was well established, even breaking in and fighting past the guard was a bit of a feat, but they accomplished their task. Now Midnight was finishing up the difficult part, however, as she expected—even hacking into their mainframe was arduous,but not impossible.

“Approximately fifteen minutes, so you have to buy me a bit more time. I have high hopes you can protect me. I will be unable to defend myself while my focus is to get in. This mission will be a success. Trust in my abilities, you did hire me to get this job done did you not?”

If anything, she could be confident in was her ability to get around this. Compared to the tech back from her old planet, this wasn’t much a headache. Just a matter of breaking down the code, getting the password wasn’t required for her with this method. She’ll basically reprogram their systems and be able to hijack with it before they could take control. 

“Looks like they already caught on to our plans, you know what to do from here. I’ll let you know once I’m done.” 

[wiildbedded]

cadcnce:

"Oh right, well maybe I might learn if I kept watching you~ you seem to have the technique down after all."

“I’m going to actually murder you if you don’t get the fuck out of my room.”