#carnaxe

[scyftan]

@carnaxe sent : [ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

    It was funny: before, talking to Dez about the issue, it had all seemed almost... Easy. Larissa felt secure in her conclusions, comfortable with her course of action, and certain the problem could be solved. It helped that Dez was... Dez. Taller than Larissa, confident, perhaps even arrogant, and the presence of the axe was certainly, in its way, comforting.

    "... I understand this isn't quite what you signed up for."

    Larissa was no longer very comforted. In fact, she was nearly fidgeting as they came to a halt at the edge of the clearing, after a fifteen-minute tramp through the pathless woods. The absurdity of her situation was coming home to her: that she had engaged a powerful monster hunter to pursue a violent Hyde, and was asking her to, on the side, clear up a dryad infestation. One that had infected this particular patch of Nevermore's forest with hot pink blossoms, sprawling lianas, and a group of giggling, nude flowers in the shapes of men and women, who kept coming closer and closer to the edge of the forest and calling out in facsimiles of human voices to students and staff as they passed. Corpses, after all, made the best fertilizer.

    The scent of the place was outrageous, somehow steamy in the cold, temperate forest, and musky-sweet, as though someone had dumped a bottle of bubble bath onto the heat in a sauna. She hadn't been prepared for how it would immediately make her sweat, necessitating a furtive unbuttoning of the top button of her coat. Her palms were damp inside her gloves. She also hadn't been prepared for what it was like to look at the female flowers (the males were lolling around too, tempting to someone, though not to her), with all their abundant, imitative nudity, whilst standing next to Dez. It made her feel as though she were confessing to something. She loosened the knot of her scarf under her chin next.

    "I believe if you can get past them, you can cut down the central stalk--" it had wrapped around the great tree at the center of the clearing, throttling it in the parasitic nature of the dryad--"without requiring, ah, engagement with any... Well." Now she was fidgeting. Damn it.

[devilshowdy]

@carnaxe sent: 💋  !! / Send 💋 to shut my muse up with a kiss

oh ashe, a very wondrously annoying woman when she got onto a topic. sometimes a few drinks and lively company was all it took and five minutes explaining the ins and outs of a heist that she NEVER got to pull off turns into 10, then 20 minutes of the ex-gang leader yapping about how the damned air duct system worked and that if properly motivated she coulda' laced the whole place with dyna━ sudden rough collapse of the queen's lips upon her own. and ashe looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

she still had the sound of the last few words she was trying to get out dancing on the tip of her mouth when she was released to a 'shut up already' in a teasing, still somehow dangerously hot manner. something that aussie really got right. ashe's hat knocked off her head in the sudden turmoil, swiftly caught behind her back and she set it atop the bar beside them now.

odessa still hoverin' there close to ashe, chuckling to the cowgirl's response. 'i stopped listenin' like an hour ago' which made ashe roll her eyes. "all i'm sayin' is it woulda' been a damned fine haul" and she stops herself. "y'ain't much for well thought out plots huh?" a returned tease, ashe resting an elbow on the bar, chin pressed against her cheek now. she didn't want to lose her cool and look stupid again. "fine, if you wanted to kiss me again or talk about somethin' you find ever more interestin' than my brilliance . . . i'm all yours." impulsivity ain't something she's against after-all.

[devilshowdy]

@carnaxe sent " ❗❗❗ " 👀 / Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine.

a little bit lost in the sauce, the whiskey hitting hard purposefully so but the game of darts put on hold as dez towered in front of ashe's shot. ashe staggers, smile on her lips "oh what, you plannin' on cheatin' t'win now, queen~?" they'd been semi-to full on flirting for the last hour so ashe mighta' been egging her on. "i'm so far ahead, make your move darlin'-" with that and the dip and capture of the outlaw's lips. no hiding pink cheeks on ashe's complexion. but she leaned into the kiss anyway. wasn't gonna let a tall buff woman get away when she had a shot but also . . . sound of the dart hitting a bullseye that drew both their attention. ashe had ended that face-off. "oooh sorry babe, looks like y'didn't win the game though." thoughts whirring though and ashe rested a hand upon dez' waist. " . . . or are you my prize? 'cause i'll happily take a few more of those." signified with a nibble at the woman's lower lip.

[scyftan]

body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?

larissa is like... medium neutral on the majority of her body parts, because of her long-standing body image issues. she does think her hips are doing important work, though, and she really likes the shape she cuts in some of her favorite outfits, in terms of waist to hips ratio. lesbianly, she loves her partner's hands and forearms, and she is also usually fond of her partner's hair. that said, she's not usually attracted to body parts in a separate sense from the person they're attached to, and might be particularly into one person's ass vs. another person's shoulders, for example. regarding erogenous zones: her whole body is one big one lmao due to her shapeshifter physiology, she's extremely sensitive all over and if she's in the right frame of mind, a partner touching her virtually anywhere will turn her on. her actual erogenous zones are commensurately more sensitive and it is very easy to get big reactions from her with focused attention whether on her neck, breasts, etc. she's really really really responsive. weaponize that as you will

[feeling-of-deja-vu]

💋  – why not!

Lena stared, wide eyed at the gladiator before her. She'd just been lecturing about the Junkers treatment of Omnics, when their Monarch had promptly grabbed her by the shoulders, lifted her up off her feet as though she weigh no more than a pillow, and, before the pilot could get through the exclamation of "What are you do-?" She was kissed. Rather firmly. A pink blush immediately exploded across her face, a shade almost as vibrant as her orange goggles. "Y-you... I- What was that?!"

[scyftan]

@carnaxe ( continued from here )

    Well, Larissa had obviously chosen the right person. She didn't care much for looking up at another woman--it happened so rarely--but for the sort of enemy they were fighting, yes, Odessa Stone was the perfect fit.

    "Let's step outside, shall we?" she said, and smiled with polished politesse, as though her guest wasn't wielding an axe bigger than Larissa's head, looking down at her from nine inches up. One gloved hand indicated the way. Navigating around Odessa Stone from so close, underneath the hunter's shadow, required their arms to brush as Larissa moved past her, unbowed, head high.

    It was easy enough to pass through the colonnade on this side of the building and out onto the grass in the dimness of the early evening. A few will-o'-the-wisps gleamed golden over the turf, but not their full number, not yet. The half-light was suitable to their purposes, and she counted on her guest to notice if any students sneaked out on the lawn to eavesdrop; inside, there were more hiding places, fewer opportunities to catch out listeners, and they had to be discreet--as discreet as Nevermore's campus would allow, anyway.

    "I'm not sure if you've been following the Jericho local news, Ms. Stone," she said, "but there have been a series of deaths here. Mostly hikers in the woods--there are a number of trails nearby the school and town. It's been put about that they're bear attacks." Anybody with an ounce of knowledge--even a relatively inexperienced outdoorsperson--would know how unlikely such a thing was; it was hardly cub season, and bears were avoidant, not aggressive, the rest of the year. She was sure she didn't need to spell it out for Dez.

    "I believe," she continued, "no, I am quite certain, that we are dealing with a being called a Hyde. You may be familiar with them. They are..." She exhaled. "Very, very dangerous creatures. They are humans who transform into monsters under extreme emotional provocation or at the command of a master. They are unpredictable and egregiously violent. They kill for pleasure." She'd thought this conversation would be difficult, nerve-wracking, that she might even feel crazed in saying it all aloud; to the contrary, each word only made her feel more confident. She was speaking to an expert, a monster hunter of the highest calibre, whose skills came highly recommended. Point of fact, she felt quite calm.

    "I've done what I can to investigate these crimes on my own," she said. "The sheriff has made no headway. He despises outcasts and believes it's a Nevermore student. I couldn't possibly bring this information to him." She paused. "You see my situation. Hence your presence here. I need a person of your experience and skills to do what I can't."

[devilshowdy]

@carnaxe ❤'d for a starter

"ain't seen someone break a table quite like that." clearly, she's still reeling from whatever the hell blew into the bar and caused a full on brawl. a bit of blood dripped off the cowgirl's lip, she caught it with a gloved palm. she couldn't resist a little snicker at the scene. "... i'd offer t'buy you a drink, but i reckon the bartender is still recoverin'." though as she spoke, she stepped 'round the bar and grabbed a couple glasses dodging an unconscious corpse on the floor without flinching. "he probably owed me one anyway." a glass of whiskey pushed towards the other, one kept. "... so how'd y'piss these boys off exactly?" ashe'd only come in a fraction late and gravitated towards throwing enough punches to put her on the taller woman's side. she could never pass up a good brawl.

[chronal-anomaly]

@carnaxe:

The venue had emptied into silence, save for the hum of failing neon and the drip of beer from sticky bar taps. Stale air hung thick with sweat and smoke, the afterbirth of the concert’s frenzy, the crowd having left the ghost of their riot behind. Paper cups, cigarette ends and shredded flyers littered the ground. Dez sat, hunched on the stage’s edge, boots dangling, a cigarette ember winking in her hand. She looked both monstrous and angelic in the theatre’s dim afterglow, her eyes rimmed in coal smudge and sweat. Beside her, Lena lingered, her presence felt like static in the dark – brighter and quicker than the queen’s easy languor. “You know,” Dez murmured, voice rough with overuse. “I’d follow you just about anywhere, little bird.” She gestured with the burnt-down cigarette, scattering ash over the world she imagined at their feet. “London – the bloody moon if it came to it. Don’t matter, long as it’s you at the end of it.” The words carried strange tenderness, peeled from some place deep beneath her ribcage. Her hand found Lena’s wrist, calloused fingers tracing the flutter of her pulse, the gesture gentle despite the black-laquered nails, despite the scarred palms.

Lena's ears rang, a shrill reminder of the exhaustion of lack of ear protection and a contributing factor to the long term tinnitus that itched in her ear canal. It was routine, if annoying, a sound cast out simply by the snk of a lighter sparking against flint, the snap of flame enveloping paper. Still there, but obscured, under layers of quiet love and the smell of cigarettes. Lena tilted her head, relieved, at the rest of the sound dumping free along the auditory nerve, a brief relief.

Her ear tucked easily against Dez's large shoulders finding warmth, steadiness, there. If she concentrated, Lena could hear the swell of blood through her body in each heartbeat, bodies still riding a high from a long silent rock concert. A smile split her lips at the promise, and Lena rolled her face against her shoulder to deliver a simple kiss against her shoulder.

"You know I'd never ask you to leave Junk City. Well, not for too long -" She gestured at the remains of the rock show. "Maybe they can not burn the place down for a weekend. Or two."

Lena allowed the easy exploration, rabbit heart ticking quick and constant. With an easy sigh and a practiced motion, Lena leaned back into her lap, allowing herself to look up at the junker queen. "You're an easy person to come home to, Odessa."