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"No. The answer is no." { From Faelan }

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Yumi cocked a brow and looked at the other – His eyes cold as always, just as the air around them was cold; She could see her breath each time she exhaled it back out of her lungs. Out of habit, her teeth gently claimed her lower lip – Biting it gently as she continued to watch the taller male. He irked her, but yet she felt the urge to stick around. The thought brought a faint smile to her painted lips as she simply ran her hands over her face and back through her hair – Her hand extended out as she gently held onto his shoulder; Immediately her hand was stinging from how cold he was.

She didn’t mind it though – She wasn’t complaining one bit. She neared him more than she had ever before, her dark hues staring into his due colored orbs as the corners of her lips tugged upwards into a small smirk. “No?” She didn’t ask much of him, other than to spend the night with her. It wasn’t even meant for sexual needs, rather than just a night where they could communicate, and get along in private rather than be surrounded in a club by a sea of strangers bumping and grinding on one another. 

“Why won’t you?” Yumi tilted her head as she continued to look him over, her eyes glued to his own as that same smirk played on her lips. “It’s not much to ask for.. I would enjoy the company, and I’m sure you would as well..” Casually the small female shrugged her shoulders up before pulling her hand back from him and allowing it to rest at her side once more.  “If I fall asleep, you can just leave.. “ She gave a single nod of her head and smiled a bit more in his direction.

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      “Please don’t cry.” Minhee rubbed the blond woman’s back comfortingly unsure about what happened and why the tears were rolling down the other’s cheeks with no break but she simply couldn’t pass by silently. “Tell me what happened. Maybe i can help. Are you hurt, did you lose something?”

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[wxxther-blog]

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“C’mon, please —”

She purred, curling a ginger strand around her finger. With the hand not bound in cuffs, of course. Distantly, it felt silly standing there like a damsel when she could easily free herself. She could have easily shed them by: composing an acidic compound, or possibly calling out to the nearby plants. All she’d have to do was crook her finger but she didn’t want to do that. It would’ve been just as easy to infect them, make them mindless to do her bidding. They’d have no choice but she didn’t really want that either.

        No.

            Ivy had a plan.

“Help a girl out?”

[cyberseis]

when the night:/>_(f&c)

She much preferred her hunts when the night was like this.

Cybersix had been tracking the young techno for the last week. She’d first spotted him during the day, made up in her Adrian disguise. Several of the monstrous technos took up the helm as women and men going about their regular lives. For all the time she’d spent hunting them, it failed to surprise her any more how they managed to hold such powerful positions, be it the heads of prosperous companies or well worn lieutenants. Von Richter’s global connections ran deep. The locations never mattered, whether she was completing an english literature degree in the busiest center of Tokyo, or holding her current teaching assistant position at SNU; their numbers grew. 

Most days she was left wondering what exactly his minions were up to, and what good came of their devious ministrations– but she had yet to uncover any plans. Experience had taught her the importance of patience, and it was precisely what she made use of now hunched on the broad lip of a roof. This techno was younger than the majority she had come across. He sported a finely pressed suit, and the gel in his hair shone depending on the angle she stared. From what she could make of his ins and outs, he was a businessman, strict with his employees. As to what he sold, she had yet to understand. Crates constantly moved in and out of the warehouse, wedged between docks and the yellow sea. She had followed him to the edge of the city, mindful of being caught and staying low until the artificial human was certain he couldn’t see. 

“What are you up to...” Question hushed and useless, she dared to scope out the clearing, leaping over the gaps between roofs and settling on the top of a recently emptied truck. Tonight was different from the usual deliveries, as the techno had received a visitor. A town car gleaming under the moonlight slowed before the warehouse’s entrance, and out came a lean figure, tall in stature and pale even in the dark. Curiousity now piqued, she was unable to sense the usual shudder that ran through her when other Richter creations appeared. 

But even from the back Cybersix could tell the stranger wasn’t the least bit human. 

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“Are you insane?”