The Wheel of RP

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[wickcdmindz]

sloane’s eyes never left cereza’s as she listened, taking in every word like it was a rare and fragile thing—vulnerability wrapped in strength, the kind that doesn’t ask for sympathy but demands respect. there was no flicker of doubt in her gaze, only a steady, thoughtful calm that felt like a harbor in a storm.

“you’re not just stubborn,” sloane said quietly, her voice low but clear, “you’re a force. an imbalance, a reckoning. and yeah, that kind of power… it’s terrifying to the heavens. because it’s unpredictable. uncontrollable.” she paused, fingers tapping lightly against the side of her knee, like weighing possibilities in real time. “it’s no surprise they’re scared of you. that they’re sending angels of death after you. but here’s the thing—being hunted doesn’t mean you have to fight alone.”

her gaze softened just a fraction, careful not to overstep but honest all the same. “you’ve been running so long you probably forgot what it feels like to stand your ground with someone beside you. to strategize instead of just survive.” she folded her hands, then gestured gently, almost like painting a vision between them. “there are ways to fight back—alliances to build, knowledge to gather. not just guns and muscle, but information, magic, tech… whatever it takes. and i know people who’ve danced in shadows with powers not unlike yours. people who can watch your back without asking questions or demanding explanations. they might not be as strong as you are, but there's power in numbers.”

sloane gave a small, almost imperceptible smile, the kind that held both reassurance and challenge. “i’m not promising it’ll be easy. this kind of war doesn’t have a playbook. but you don’t have to carry it all alone anymore. we can find a way to make those angels think twice before they come for you.”

her tone grew softer, sincere, like a quiet offer laid out on the table with no pressure, just possibility. “you don’t have to decide now. hell, maybe not even tomorrow. but if you want to stop running, if you want to fight on your terms… i’m here. and i’m listening. now...why don't we work on getting you out of here?”

[thewheelofrp]

Although Cereza was not at all use to offers of help, she was pleased to know there were still kind creatures in this world. “Fighting alone usually keeps the collateral damage to a minimum.” She sat upright completely then as she carefully examined her limbs, the evidence she’d been in a struggle quickly fading leaving her skin flawless once again.

“I suppose I should let you in on another piece of my very complicated puzzle if you are going to be supporting me in my troubles…” She pushed her glasses up her nose as she scanned the room, looking for any signs of heavenly interventions. “I am looking for my father’s side of my family. The Lumen Sages are responsible for the near extinction of my Umbra sisters…my mother…”

When she swung her long legs over to stand she noticed something was missing. Her calm, salacious tone shifted in an instant and her aura flared to life. “Where are my weapons?” she asked, her tone low but menacing as she stared at the empty space on her shoes where she kept two enchanted pistols. There were few things she kept sentimental feelings for so the thought of losing them was unfathomable.

‘Scarborough Faire’ were the name of her four pistols: Sage, Rosemary, Parsley and Thyme. They were forged in hell especially to assist her resistance. “I need my guns.” She didn’t. Not really. Cereza had enough power to keep fighting indefinitely, but did she want to?

“You should also know that I do not fight alone. Not exactly.” She added as she stood, removing the hospital gown from her body completely. She was only exposed for a moment, her long obsidian hair stretching around her to form clothing. A full body catsuit with an open back. Her signature look if she had to pick one.

“If Madame Butterfly approves of you. Then I will agree to stay and meet your people.”  

[wickcdmindz]

sloane watched cereza closely, the faintest crease of concern knitting her brow as the woman laid bare a truth so vast it hung in the air between them like a charged storm. sloane’s gaze softened steadily, not a flicker of doubt or disbelief crossing her face. instead, there was recognition—like meeting someone whose footsteps echoed her own, even if their paths had been wildly different.

without a word, sloane slowly lifted a hand and traced a delicate symbol in the air—barely a motion, but it shimmered faintly, a glow like moonlight pooling over ancient stone. the symbol whispered in a language older than time, celestial and melodic—líf ávǫltr, meaning “life of the watcher.” it was not a confession but an offering, a quiet bond, something unspoken that said: i am not what i seem either.

her eyes locked with cereza’s, warm and steady. “you might not need this hospital bed much longer,” she said, voice low and sure, “but healing doesn’t mean you’re safe. not from what’s hunting you.”

sloane took a slow breath, hands folding over one another, steady and unyielding. “what you’re facing—the angels of death, the cosmic law, the imbalance—that’s bigger than either of us. bigger than ashgrove. but that doesn’t mean you have to face it alone.”

there was something fierce in her tone, tempered with a kind of gentle resolve. “i’m not just some agent assigned to your case. i know what it means to carry a burden like that. to be hunted for what you are.”

her gaze softened further, almost maternal now. “you don’t have to decide right this minute. but if you walk out of this room and back into the shadows, you’re going to be fighting a war with one hand tied behind your back.”

she tilted her head, voice quieter still. “you deserve protection. and i have the people who’ll stand with you. people who understand. so, when you’re ready, you let me know.”

the space between them pulsed with quiet strength—sloane’s presence a steady anchor, a promise in a world too often ruled by chaos. “i’m here. no rush. no judgment.”

then, almost as if to lighten the weight of everything, she added with a small, knowing smile, “but if you try running again—i’ll find you.”

[thewheelofrp]

Cereza knew her senses must have been effected by her attack when Sloane made it clear she wasn’t a normal mortal. That should have been obvious to her if she wasn’t injured. It was a relief to find another who understood her world but she wasn’t the type to accept help so readily.

This fight had been going on for a very long time, so long she couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t running or hiding. She pushed up her glasses as she thought of a way to explain herself that didn’t sound demeaning or arrogant. “I am the imbalance…and are very few things in this world bigger than me. The heavens fear my power because it could mean the end of their control. They should be afraid.” Nailed it.

“I am pleased to find a kindred spirit…although I’d wish it was under other circumstances. But I think you know what its like to not want people in harms way. Celestial entities attack me constantly and I’ve learned to live with that. I couldn’t bring you or your companions into my mess.”

She was curious enough to inquire further, it had been so long since she’d encountered someone like Sloane. “Lets say I didn’t ‘walk out of this room and back into the shadows’ as you say…how do you think you could help me battle heaven for my right to exist?”

[wickcdmindz]

sloane didn’t move when cereza stirred—didn’t move when the woman’s voice cut through the quiet like silk drawn over a blade. she’d met too many like her in her line of work: ancient, beautiful, formidable. full of confidence so complete it almost bordered on arrogance. almost.

but sloane’s gaze remained steady, warm in a way that was entirely human, even if her instincts were trained to catch the shadows behind someone’s eyes. even if she, herself, wasn't human.

“i’m not fretting,” she said, calmly, like she were confirming the weather. “i’m assessing. and you may feel fine, but your body disagrees. the bruising alone suggests blunt force trauma. cracked ribs. lacerations across the abdomen. you were thrown into concrete hard enough to crater it. that’s not nothing.”

she let cereza pull the I.V. out without trying to stop her. no use wasting energy where it wasn’t needed. instead, she stepped to the end of the bed, folding her arms loosely across her chest. professional. but there was care in the way she tilted her head, in the way her tone softened—just enough to not feel patronizing.

“you were found downtown. alley behind seventh and pine, about a block from the river. building’s under construction, which means no security cameras, no traffic. it was a clean spot to stage a hit. too clean. whoever it was knew what they were doing.” a slight pause. “and knew who you were.”

sloane took out her phone, swiped to a photo—an overhead shot of the alley taken from a drone. shattered concrete. traces of blood. scorched marks that hadn’t made sense until now.

“as for the moon,” she said, offering the phone out carefully, “waning gibbous. 83%. and we’re in ashgrove. small city, tucked just enough off the map to attract the wrong kinds of people. and things.” she didn’t press the phone into cereza’s hand—just let it hover between them, an offering if she wanted it.

then, quieter: “you don’t have to tell me what you are. not now. but i’d be a fool not to notice the healing rate, or how that I.V. went in with no vein to find.” her eyes softened a little more. “i’m not here to dissect you. i’m here to help.” a beat. “and if someone’s targeting you in my jurisdiction, then we’ve got a problem.”

sloane let the weight of her words settle, her stance still and composed, like she’d already anticipated ten different ways this might go. “so. you ready to let me in on who your enemies are? or do we keep playing twenty questions with the shadows?”

[thewheelofrp]

There was a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment on her face as she looked herself over again. “My body always agrees with me. Whatever ambushed me clearly had orders to kill. Not surprising. But the fact that I am still among the living means they failed and I won…somehow…”

The name of the town didn’t jog her memory at all. She’d never been here before but that didn’t matter. The ones after her always knew where she was. She let out a huff as she processed what Sloane had told her about where she was found. “It appears they are getting smarter. Good. I am so use to a blatant attack I never considered they’d change tactics.”

When she gazed at the picture on the phone she could see remnants of her attackers. Feathers. Bits of stone that she could tell wasn’t concrete at all. “they dared try me at nearly the height of my power? They must have been quite confident…”

She turned to look up at Sloane again, taking a more intimate look over before she decided to tell her the truth. Why not? Most wouldn’t believe her and the ones that do are usually far too afraid of losing their souls to inquire further. “Well you are quite adorable, offering your…services…” she grinned as she reached for her black framed glasses.

“Long story made short. My parents, an Umbra Witch and Lumen Sage, were lovers against some cosmic law. My birth caused an imbalance that the heavens have been trying to correct ever since. They send angels of death daily to attempt dragging me down to hell. Problem is, I’m just too damn stubborn to go quietly…”

Cereza paused for a moment to let her short story sink in. This wasn’t something just anyone could help her with. “Now, I should go before another attempt is made and people get hurt.”

[wastedskins]

Bayonetta 2, 2014

[wickcdmindz]

open to all plot: sloane's in town on a job (she's basically a supernatural hunter disguised as fbi) and your muse was attacked by something/someone. she's trying to get to the bottom of it muse: sloane (intersex, mother of the wright kids, top-leaning verse, composed, reads rooms and situations like a sniper) ______

the hospital room was quiet except for the steady beep of the heart monitor. sloane stood near the bedside, her presence calm but unyielding. she folded her hands loosely, voice low and steady as she spoke.

“hey. you’re safe now. that’s the most important thing.” her eyes, a little too sharp for comfort, scanned the bruises and cuts like she could see the story behind each one. “what happened to you—it wasn’t your fault. none of it. you did what you had to do.”

her fingers brushed lightly over the blanket, a soothing gesture that felt oddly grounding, almost like an unspoken promise. “i’m here. we’re going to get through this. together.”

there was a weight in her gaze, something that said she’d carried too many broken pieces before and wasn’t about to let another one slip through her fingers.

“tell me when you’re ready. no rush.”

[thewheelofrp]

Cereza didn’t like being confused. All she could remember was that she’d been ambushed by something she’d never encountered before, which was the only reason whomever attacked her got the upper hand. Steel grey eyes narrowed as she took in her surroundings. What was she doing in a hospital? Bruises? She hadn’t had an injury since she was a child and that was many lifetimes ago.

“Your bedside manner is well rehearsed…” she spoke finally, a posh British accent that had been tuned over many centuries to be most pleasing to the ear. “Do not fret over me, darling. It was merely a stun and thanks to you I am sure I’ll make a full recovery.”

She sat upright then, reaching to pull the I.V. out of her arm. How did they even get that through her skin? “What can you tell me about the scene where you found me? Perhaps I can figure out who my target is if I knew more. What phase is the moon in right now? Where exactly am I?”

[wickcdmindz]

dylan gasped—loud, theatrical—as if anacostia had just slapped her across the face instead of voiced some very reasonable distrust. she even clutched at her chest like a starlet in a black-and-white film. “no trust? darling, i’m wounded,” she said, dragging out the last word like velvet unraveling. “after everything we’ve shared? the murder. the banter. the deep emotional repression.”

she giggled again—high and quick like broken glass skipping across marble—before stepping closer. not threateningly, not quite. more like a cat stalking something it’s not sure it wants to play with or devour. her expression softened just enough to almost resemble concern, though the tilt of her head made it feel more like she was studying an exhibit behind glass. “you know,” she whispered, “i love how your mind works. all sharp turns and hungry questions. so eager to be devoured, but still trying to write the rules mid-game.”

she didn’t answer the question. not directly. not ever. instead, she let her hand hover near anacostia’s cheek—never touching, just close enough to be felt. “what do i want?” she echoed, lips curving into something darker, thinner. “you. in pieces. in pleasure. maybe both. i want to see what it takes for your control to snap. i want to taste the thing behind your teeth. the part of you that hums before it kills.”

then, a pause.

and her smile dropped.

her voice dropped with it, losing the airy lilt and settling into something cold. hard. real. “you think you’re the only one with something simmering under the skin?” she said, stepping into anacostia’s space now, eyes locked and unblinking. “i want to fuck you until you scream. i want to drag the monster out by its throat and make it beg. i want to see if you glow when you come apart—or if you burn.” her lashes fluttered then. not coquettish. more like a reset button.

“but don’t worry,” she added, chipper again, though the sharp edge hadn’t fully dulled. “you’ll still be gorgeous, either way.” another giggle. slower this time. cruel. “so.” she beamed, hands clasped behind her back again like a schoolgirl. “maze?”

[thewheelofrp]

Anacostia felt her mind trying to process all of this new, unfamiliar information. It was uncomfortable when she was still doing her best to keep focused on her illusion. Dylan’s invitation would have been near irresistible to her if it wasn’t for the veiled threats that came with it. She spent most of her life running from those who would use her in all the ways except the one she wished for

She noticed her questions were left unanswered but that wasn’t what bothered her at the moment. “I am not sure how your kind works, but my monster doesn’t surface unless I intend to consume. Oh. Did you…” she narrowed her eyes again, feeling the pang of rage bubble up at the thought of her possibly invading her mind, even before they’d acknowledged each other.

Although it would be a grotesque invasion of her privacy, the thought that this creature may have gathered humans for her to eat was far more romantic than she was willing to admit out loud. “Fine. Since you seem so damn eager to go, I’ll traverse your maze…”

She confidently started walking again, taking deep breaths as if she were practicing. Her excitement grew at the thought of her first meal on land. It would be the first time she’d ever eaten someone who wasn’t actively drowning and she was curious to see how it would compare.

[wickcdmindz]

dylan’s laugh came out like the chime of crystal cracking—too light, too pretty, a sound that didn’t belong in a room still scented with death and ruin. she watched anacostia step delicately over the puddle of what used to be a man, head tilting, eyes practically glowing with admiration and something a touch more ravenous. she loved this kind of contradiction: a soft sigh following a massacre, a girl disappointed that her brand-new legs weren’t being used to straddle anything interesting.

delicious.

“oh, sweetheart,” she purred, voice sing-song but dragging just enough to drip like honey. “who ever told you threats weren’t a form of affection?” her heels clicked behind anacostia as she followed, too close to be polite, too far to be intimate—but her presence clung like perfume and premonition. “i flirt the way some girls bat their lashes. you just happened to catch the sharp end of it.”

she spun once as they exited, twirling like a debutante at a funeral, arms loose at her sides, the hem of her dress whispering secrets to the wind. “and you really think this—” she gestured vaguely to the now thoroughly ruined room, “—wasn’t amorous intent? darling. if i didn’t want to taste you, i’d never have bothered threatening you at all.”

then, without skipping a beat, her expression lit up with a giddy sparkle. “but enough about boys who melt too fast,” she chirped, linking her fingers behind her back as she leaned forward slightly, head tilted just so. “can i show you something in the garden maze?”

“it’s not even a trap this time. probably. cross my heart.” she mimed the motion lazily over her chest, pausing only to flash a slow, knowing smirk. “i promise you’ll find the walk... stimulating. and if you get lost, i’ll come find you. eventually. probably before anything too awful happens.”

she rocked back on her heels, grinning up at anacostia like they’d been friends since birth—or like she was already imagining what her screams would sound like echoing off stone and ivy.

“so?” she asked, eyes wide, innocent as sin. “do you trust me?”

[thewheelofrp]

She was pleasantly surprised to know she hadn’t been mistaken. So this was a mating ritual of some kind? Her curious nature made her excited to find out. Still very much on edge, she was now hyper focused on everything about her. Since she wasn’t like any other creature she’d encountered before, it would be easy to find her or avoid her depending on the situation.

When Dylan mentioned a maze she had to think about what that meant exactly. Land foliage. Shaped to cause confusion. Somehow that is amusing to humans but not so much for a sea monster’s first night on dry land. “So you want to watch me wander this maze while growing increasingly frightened? And that is somehow…sexually stimulating to you?” Ana hadn’t realized she had started pacing back and forth as her mind tried to work out the riddles.

“Or am I suppose to be the damsel who clings to you for guidance and protection?” she tilted her head slightly, wanting very much to understand and engage appropriately. “Trust? Absolutely not…” she scoffed as she stopped to place her hands on her hips. “Look at me. Not once have you tried to grope me! I figured we’d at least be kissing by now…unless you’re luring me into something…”

Her eyes narrowed as her paranoia came rushing back. “What are you and what exactly do you want with me? The plain truth this time…” she could feel her own ethereal voice poking through the glamour now, her weapon simmering in her vocal chords  

[wickcdmindz]

dylan’s eyes sparkled with a sudden, sharp flicker of glee as she watched anacostia extinguish that man’s life with such casual precision—no hesitation, no second thoughts. the ease of it, the cold efficiency—it was intoxicating. a slow, almost mischievous giggle bubbled up from her throat, light and airy, deceptively innocent but laced with an undercurrent of danger.

she batted her eyes in a mock-flirtatious flutter, tilting her head just so, sizing up this lethal enigma who didn’t blink at bloodshed. now that’s the kind of raw, unapologetic fire she adored—a predator who didn’t waste time, who embraced the darkness without apology. this one’s going to be fun.

dylan’s mind raced, already weaving possibilities and games, wondering what mysteries hid beneath anacostia’s calm exterior. what kind of creature burns so brightly, so deadly, without blinking? she was curious—hungry even—to find out.

leaning in, her voice dropped to that signature silken purr, equal parts invitation and warning. “darling, if you think flirting with me is safe, you’ve got another thing coming.” she let the words hang, velvet and razor-sharp. “i will absolutely attempt to harm you—but don’t worry. i’m quite certain you’d enjoy every delicious moment of it.”

then, with that teasing, almost childish laugh again, she flicked her fingers through the air, eyes gleaming with delight. “after all, what’s the fun in playing nice?”

[thewheelofrp]

With a heavy sigh she casually stepped over the pile of human remains and out the door. It would only be a few more moments before the shock of what just occurred wore off and the chaotic panic took its place. Although they couldn’t prove anything, she wasn’t going to stick around to answer anyone’s questions.

Her brows knitted in what could be confused as a hurt expression once she heard another warning. She was told males were particularly dangerous but the females too? She was a little disheartened but the glamour kept her features neutral.

“This wasn’t how my walk-about was suppose to begin. But of course, I’d be the one to encounter a…” she paused when she realized she’d been talking to herself more so than her new acquaintance, looking up to meet her eyes again. “…doesn’t matter, I guess. But I have no time to spar with someone who isn’t food. I mistook your flirting for amorous intent, for that I apologize.”

She let out a disappointed huff as she checked her reflection, glad to see her illusion was still in place. “Just my luck, I finally get these damned legs and I only get to use them for walking…” she grumbled to herself as she began to think the salacious stories her sisters’ had told her were sheer fabrications.

[wickcdmindz]

dylan’s eyes darkened, a slow, wicked smile curling at the edges of her lips as she watched anacostia’s giggle—a sound that was surprisingly disarming, like a chime ringing in a room full of shadows. it made her look at the woman with something like fondness, though anyone close enough to read her gaze would see the sharp edge beneath. dylan was a predator, and amusement was her currency.

without breaking eye contact, dylan’s attention flicked across the room to a guest who had been too loud, too careless, too certain of their place in the night. with the slightest curl of her fingers, a faint shimmer rippled through the air around the stranger—unseen, but deeply felt.

the man’s face twisted first in confusion, then in pure, exquisite agony as dylan’s puppeteering took hold—her power twisting his will and intent, bending his nerves until his own body became a prison of torment. he writhed subtly in place, silent but obvious to those who looked closely, his mind caught in a snare he couldn’t escape. dylan’s lips parted in a soft, cruel giggle, the sound almost playful, a lullaby for chaos.

she turned back to anacostia, voice dripping with silk and smoke. “see? that’s a little taste. a glimpse of what happens when i decide to play.” her fingers tapped lightly on the table, a teasing punctuation. “pain, control... delight all wrapped in one. fun, isn’t it?”

leaning in close again, she whispered with a devilish grin, “so, tell me, anacostia—after watching that… are you still feeling brave enough to flirt your way into trouble? or would you rather learn how to get out of it?”

her eyes glittered, hellish and unblinking, waiting for the answer that she already knew she’d savor unraveling.

[thewheelofrp]

Anacostia could feel her nose scrunch up in clear confliction as she watched Dylan display her power on some unfortunate target. She knew that male was fully human therefore quite vulnerable to any attack. If she thought this would scare her, she was only half right. On one hand, she could see that this was a power she was unfamiliar with and the thought of having her mind controlled was not a pleasant one. On the other, she was no human and had her own unique set of skills and powers that might be a match for hers.

“Pfft. And they call my kind monsters…” she ran her fingers through her hair, doing her best to keep her emotion balanced so her glamour stays intact. “Are you saying if I flirt with you…you’ll attempt to harm me? I’ve seen some kink in my time but…” she couldn’t help the giggles that bubbled up again, filling the entire room this time. “No. I don’t enjoy pain with my pleasure. And if you try to get in my head…” she held up her hand, imitating claws with her very normal looking manicure. “I will show you the claws…” she narrowed her eyes, failing to look intimidating in any way.

“Now, I’m hungry and you owe me a meal for making me watch that awful display.” She stood up then and didn’t see the man reach out to grab her arm. Once she felt him come in contact with her skin she let out a shriek, completely shutting down his nervous system and instantly crumpled to the ground with a wet thud. Bone, intestines, organs, all liquified within. "Or...we're even, I guess..."

[wickcdmindz]

dylan took anacostia’s hand with the kind of ease that made it clear she wasn’t just accepting a name—she was claiming something. her thumb brushed along the other woman’s knuckles as she brought the hand closer, not to kiss, but to hover, like the restraint itself was its own flirtation.

“anacostia,” she repeated, slow, like she was tasting it. “pretty. powerful. feels like a name that leaves bruises when you say it too hard. i'm dylan.”

her smile sharpened, but her tone stayed light—teasing, velvety. “and i never said you were easy prey, darling. difficult is so much more fun. harder to catch. harder to break. but god, so satisfying when they finally give in.” her eyes sparkled with mischief. “besides, i like the ones who talk back. keeps things interesting.”

she leaned in just slightly, voice dropping again, intimate and silk-smooth. “as for riddles… mm. maybe. or maybe you’re just not listening close enough to catch the answers i’m slipping between the lines.” her smile widened. “but don’t worry. you’ll figure it out. eventually. most people do—right around the time it’s too late.”

and then, with no ceremony, she released the hand and leaned back like nothing had just passed between them at all. “now,” she purred, “are you the kind of girl who likes to flirt her way into trouble… or out of it?”

[thewheelofrp]

“Interesting. Most are quick to shorten my name.” She had done her own bit of analyzing as the banter seemed to ebb and flow and she was quite sure this one wasn’t exactly human, if at all. The questions seemed to be piling up in her mind but she was willing to see this through for the thrill of discovery if not more.

It was both frustrating and amusing trying to figure out exactly what she meant by catching her. Breaking her. It set off an annoying panic in her nerves and she fought the urge to run. She was a apex predator in her own right but she knew this was not her ideal environment and she may be at a real disadvantage depending on what exactly her new friend happened to be.

She was brought out of her own thoughts when Dylan moved away again but her question caused an eruption of giggles to escape her full, pouty lips. “Mostly? I flirt my way into trouble…” she paused to think it over again. “…out of it when the option presents itself. Why? Am I in trouble already?”

[wickcdmindz]

dylan’s grin widened, full of pleasure at the bold display—watching anacostia drain the glass like it was a toast to war. she leaned forward again, slower this time, her chin tilting just slightly as if inspecting a piece of art she couldn’t wait to break.

“mm,” she hummed, clearly delighted. “you drink like a woman who’s already accepted her fate. or maybe someone who thinks she can outplay mine.”

her fingers trailed idly across the table—not reaching, just marking territory. eyes locked, gaze hungry but amused.

“but you’re right,” dylan said, voice dropping back to that silken threat. “you won’t know which one is real until it happens. and by the time it does? it won’t matter. because you’ll already be in too deep. with me.” she smiled. “and trust me, sweetheart—deep is exactly where i like people.”

she eased back into her chair like a cat stretching after the kill, eyes still glittering. “so here’s what we’ll do. you sit tight, enjoy the evening, maybe flirt a little if you’re feeling brave. and when the secret shows up—whatever it is—you’ll know exactly what it means.”

[thewheelofrp]

“There you go with that poetry again…” she chuckled, genuinely enjoying their banter but sensing the very real threat beneath it all. “Do you always speak in riddles? Or is this part of the game?” she asked as she signaled the bartender for another refill.

“Sounds like you have it all figured out. But I’ll warn you now, I’m not easy prey. If you think I’ll just go along with what you say…” she clicked her tongue as she was handed another drink. “…you’d be much better off finding another target.” Ana took another deep breath, awkward as if she hadn’t used her lungs.

It took a fair amount of focus to keep her more unique features concealed and she had just distracted her from hunting. “I’m Anacostia.” She smirked as she casually reached out, offering her hand.

[wickcdmindz]

dylan’s eyes sparkled with wicked amusement, her giggle bubbling up like dark champagne as she leaned in, her breath warm against anacostia’s ear. “alright, here goes.” she bit her lip, the hint of a devilish smile tugging at her lips. “the first secret? i’ve arranged a little... encounter. sometime tonight, somewhere on this very property, someone will be put in a very compromising position very shortly.”

she pulled back just enough to let the weight of that hang between them, then laughed softly, light and teasing. “and the second one? well, i might have already put something in their drink.”

her gaze locked with anacostia’s, sharp and playful, a dangerous invitation wrapped in a smile. “your move—can you guess which is the fun little lie? either way, it’s all part of the game.”

[thewheelofrp]

Ana could feel her body tense for just a moment before she recovered. She picked up the drink in front of her and brought it to her lips, her eyes never leaving Dylan’s as she drained the contents of the glass. “I am to assume this someone is me?” she raised and eyebrow as she put the empty glass back on the table. Did she know what she was? Did she set some kind of trap to capture her?

A slight pout formed as she thought about the implications of each statement. “Well this is not fair at all. How can I make a decision now? I can’t determine which is fun or real until it actually happens.”

[wickcdmindz]

dylan giggled—light, airy, like the idea actually delighted her. “oh, you’re fun,” she said, biting her bottom lip for just a second as she looked them over, like she was debating whether to flirt with them or ruin them. “but sweetheart, if i’m handing you one of the good secrets…”

she leaned in, her voice dropping to something warm and silken. “…it’s because i already know exactly how you’ll use it. and how i’ll use you right back.” another laugh, soft and close to her ear now. “so go ahead. weaponize it. just know—when it blows up, i’ll be the one smiling in the smoke.”

she pulled back with a wink, like she hadn't just wrapped a threat in velvet. “now—do you want the real one, or the fun one first?”

[thewheelofrp]

Anacostia laid on the charm as well, her lips parting slightly for a very dramatic but breathy gasp. She batted her eyelashes, unable to hide the amused smirk on her lips. “Oh! Poetry and secrets…and it isn’t even my birthday…” she leaned in close enough that an onlooker might mistake this for an intimate moment. She couldn’t be sure if it was or not just yet…

“How about you give me both, then I will see if I can figure out which is real and which is the fun one?” she eagerly shifted her weight in her seat, ready to play their little game.

[wickcdmindz]

open to all (f/nb for romantic) muse: dylan (trans woman, top/dominant, evil af, giggly and sometimes cosplays as a Decent Person) specify supernatural verse or not

"can you keep a secret?"

[thewheelofrp]

"Keep them, yes. But the good ones...I tend to weaponize when useful."

[dimasexual]

At the word 'malfunctioning' more tears fell from his eyes and a flash of anger swept it's way across his face, leaving a wake of renewed despair. He wiped at his face with his free hand, picking up the pen again.

He paused. If he did this, if he finished the calculations, there would be no reason to keep him around. Or DiMA, or anyone else they still had. He assumed those who fought back and weren't captured died. Or those who were and tried fighting still were... executed. Scraped for parts, as she mentioned.

"DiMA is so special. He's one of the first-- if not the first synths created here. He's evolved from what he used to be. The work we've done..." Faraday suspected he was in a more diminished form here, but still mostly DiMA.

"Tell me... are you jealous that we can think for ourselves? That we realize we're abused children? That you only see us as slaves? Or are you really so heartless and egotistical that everything we do is a credit to you? And everything you disagree with is simply a 'malfunction'? Yes, you created us. But don't you think when a child fears their parent, that is a fault of the parent?"

He wanted to stay alive. But more than that, he wanted DiMA to live. If they were alive there was a chance to escape again. If they were gone... Dismantled... But staying alive after giving them all this information? He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to. Was he damning a future generation of synths?

[thewheelofrp]

Eve felt her eye twitch slightly but she took a deep breath as she turned to look at the synth again. To someone who didn't know her, the expression on her face would show concern, pity even. But that wasn't the case at all.

"Jealous? That is an interesting assumption. An odd one, for sure..." she looked down at her clipboard and wrote something down before continuing. "Children. Slaves. Those are all human terms, which do not apply to you. We created you to be tools for humanity, the way you look an act was suppose to help blend into society. Your kind was never suppose to be a part of it."

She could feel her stress start to slip pass her cool demeanor, the pen in her hand clicking erratically. "Thanks to you and this DiMA...my colleagues believe that I somehow intended for these malfunctions to happen. But I will prove that whatever tampering you two have done is the culprit for all these...issues..."

[courier2lw]

"A secondary location?" West spoke skeptically. Beggers shouldn't be choosers, he knew and she was hardly someone to be passing up. Maybe they were both paranoid enough to not kill each other.

"My room is right upstairs." West shrugged, lightly arguing his side. "Where's your place? Are you gonna blindfold me to get there?" He took another swallow of whisky. But he was already imagining her in some Robin Hood type outfit, or maybe Femme-Ra costume, hearing the word 'huntress'.

[thewheelofrp]

Scylla could feel her face scrunch in protest when he mentioned the room he'd rented again. "I do not bed anyone in random inns..." she declared with more force than she meant to, pausing to calm herself. "No blindfold, unless you're into that...I don't kink shame..." she grinned again as she reached into her purse to pay her tab.

"I don't live far and you are perfectly safe with me...relatively speaking..." she took his hand as she stood from the table, leading him outside. "We should have a safe word, just in case. Or do you prefer the traffic light method?"

[thrall-of-the-hill]

Michael felt something about the brothers. He didn’t have terms for what it was, but he knew he was in the presence of two powerful beings. Anne would be pleased. When the first spoke he nodded, “I am not. I am the one send for these meetings, this is the first our coven has contacted another in a long time. I would like to hear your offer” Anne had outlined what they would accept and not to him, though untrained in politics, Michael figured that wasn’t the best place to start 

[thewheelofrp]

It was clear on their faces that they didn't like dealing with middlemen, but since they were the newcomers to this unseen society they would deal with it. Elias, the more charming one, stepped forward with a wolfish grin. "What we need is simple. Hunting grounds without interference from the witches, even if the humans come to you for assistance in repelling us. In return we can offer many services, depending on what you need."