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POSTED ON Oct 27, 2020 19:45:04 GMT

[attr="class","freypost"]she has kept her promises. the country is in turmoil and she is content surrounded by her decrepit walls, hidden from it all and left to play with her things. her cats are on edge, frustrations fluctuating with the ever-flickering monitor on one part of her wall.

the energy is ever-amassing. every appearance of a a beast brings another flood of it into their little corner of the world.

she cocks her head as her earpiece cackles. her team is small, bare-bones, but she has little complaints. she's always preferred to work alone.

she snaps her fingers, though the door doesn't open at her command. she sighs.

a few pokemon unlucky enough to not make the cut to her team chitter angrily in their cages, crying in hopes that someone might come to their rescue. locke, her ever dutiful houndoom, snarls and quiets them.

anya slides open the door and drinks him in. "always a pleasure, eliard." she steps aside and chuckles. "how's everything out there?"

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POSTED ON Sept 24, 2020 20:23:13 GMT

[attr="class","freypost"]her lips quirk. they'll have to build from the ground up, but she can work with that. relief bubbles inside of her--it's a relief she didn't know she needed. as long as she works for fernando, as long as she makes herself useful to him, she'll be under his protection.

granted, he would certainly cut down anyone if it meant saving himself. (who wouldn't?) that part of her plan is still but a seedling, planted in his mind with soft caresses and the sunlight-warmth of her lips.

her coy expression falls away and she places a hand over his. "i know how to tread with care. like i said--our little secret."

then she brushes his hand away from her and slides down out of her chair. she presses into him while she fishes bills from her clutch.

"call me if you need anything, darling. whether it's business," she says and steps away, hand sliding from his. over her shoulder, she looks back at him, winks, and says, "or pleasure."

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","freypost"]one last hope. one last ride. that's all this is. she's a woman with a death mark on her head, a sweet reluctance of murphy's law, in that every waking moment she totters on the precipice of life-to-death. they're all dying, all unbecoming, and so many try to ignore this inscrutable fact.

death doesn't scare her; not the logical part of her, anyway.

so perhaps that's why she's so reckless in these matters. perhaps that's why she allows herself a small pout when he pulls away. but she licks her lips when he goes to righten his clothes; her blood tells her to muss it again, if only to see the look on his face. she doesn't.

"what's there to forgive?" she breathes with a laugh.

and then she turns in her seat, back still arched like a cat's, as she pours the last of the bottle into her glass. "i've gotten what i want and my cards are on the table," she says. she taps her phone. "i'll send you a list of things i need to get started. my only request is that my workspace is here in lilycove." she winks. "don't want to be too far from you, councilman."

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POSTED ON Sept 15, 2020 19:45:09 GMT

[attr="class","freypost"]she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, as though chiding an animal. "now, don't be so petulant. like i said, this is cause for celebration."

and yet the last of her words are skewed, left spoken into his mouth as he takes what's his. she tastes victory on his tongue and the war within his own body from the tension of his neck as she curls her fingers against him.

the pianist stumbles over his keys and she chuckles against his lips, though does not pull away.

she has gotten what she wanted. the deed is done and she is meant to leave now, languid walk leaving him wanting, but instead she is drawing him closer and sinking into him and cursing the needs of her own flesh and blood.

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[attr="class","freypost"]"is that really so much to ask, with the state of the world?" he's already made himself a target by consorting with her. rocket's spies are still crawling everywhere. cockroaches don't die so easily.

he is her last hope, if truth be told. crime families don't tend to take kindly to betrayal. and she holds far too many secrets, knows too many names, to be left to her own devices.

her lips part as he grazes his thumb across her neck and she shivers, but not with displeasure. if anything, her lips tilt and she exhales. "i'll be your little secret," she whispers. her hand slides up his knee as her ankle knocks against his, dress hitching.

"and now we drink, as a toast to our arrangement," she says, though she doesn't reach for her glass.

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[attr="class","freypost"]"if you aren't, then you can trust our meetings are only for the greater good." vixen smile. make it his decision. make it his truth. she is so close, she can almost taste it. and that scent around her is reminiscent of their night together, and her flesh hungers for it again. she knows his does too.

"i'm a scientist," she says with a roll of her eyes. "nothing is ever easy--not if you're doing it right."

her lips curl. they're on the precipice now and she can see him faltering, watch him flickering, and his demand is a concession, and it makes her shiver. she moves in now, kissing the corner of his mouth, giving him a taste, a reminder, of what she can do for him beyond these walls.

"give me my playthings and i'll give you anything you ask." cold blue eyes flash. she raises his glass to her lips, murmurs over the rim, "anything you want."

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[attr="class","freypost"]they're all dead men walking at this point, but it's touching to see just how much he cares. she thumbs through some documents on her phone, reminiscing over reports she hadn't had the time to finish, and purses her lips. she takes fernando's glass, still full, and replaces it on the counter with her own, swirls it just under her nose as she thinks.

"of course i know who you are," she says wryly. "i'm confident i know quite more about you than you do me." and then her voice drops, because the scent is new and the mist curling from him is so unnatural and it makes her breathless and ravenous and thirsty. because the avatars are enigmas and he is so deliciously enticing.

"i say i want to tame bloodlusting monsters and you say i think too small," she says with a breathy laugh, though there is a truth to his words. and it pains her to admit it, but he's right. had she not abandoned her research before, she wouldn't be behind--she wouldn't be in the predicament she's in now. perhaps they may even have the upper hand.

"gods and monsters and men. funny, how it's getting harder to tell the difference between them all." her fingers drop under his chin, tug him closer, just so their eyes meet. and hers are ever-curious, ever-sly, pools of blue deep with secrets and fantasies that are oh so tantalizing to men like him.

"you're right," she says. "so i capture you a god, fashion you a weapon, or build you a shield." she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "vexing, but not impossible, i think."

she tips the glass his way, against his lips, the only space between them now. "what will it take to make you see my truths?" she breathes.

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POSTED ON Sept 9, 2020 20:43:53 GMT

[attr="class","freypost"]"smart gets results." she leans back and away from him, slightly annoyed that he won't give her what she wants with ease. but the game wouldn't be enticing if it were easy--the same goes for her research.

she withdraws her phone with a tiresome sigh and draws up a video. "patient zero." she hands over enough incriminating evidence to put her away for years. cadis von klaussner 's voice is a soft murmur against the screeching of the nidorina on the table.

and then, when the video finishes, he may look up to find her staring down into her swirling glass of wine. her lips purse. "as magnificent as they are, they're...volatile. unpredictable."

she looks up. "that's why they don't use them."

she unfolds her legs, slides one calf around his, leans back in, eyes glittering, this time with true emotion, raw desire. "but what if they could be mastered? what if they could be tamed?"

another sip. the glass goes on the table. she reaches up to cup his face. "you have to make monsters to fight monsters." and then, because she doesn't have a slow fog working through his system, because he isn't as persuadable, she says, "and i lack the same limitations others in my field have." empathy. he must know this without her saying it.

"you'll get results."

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POSTED ON Sept 9, 2020 19:21:00 GMT

guess i'll finally claim these.

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POSTED ON Sept 9, 2020 18:54:47 GMT

[attr="class","freypost"]her fingers linger on the glass a moment too long as he takes it from her, and he almost makes a point of not tasting it. one perfectly manicured brow arches delicately and her amusement flickers over her lips.

"it's only a small bit of poison." she takes another tasting sip, savoring its flavor, and then offers him a breathy laugh.

"no, i didn't. i was...occupied." her gaze flickers, exposing some vulnerability (an act, but will he see through it?) and she bites her lip.

she touches the bar stool beside her and then leans her forearm casually against the bar. the wine's legs drip slowly, pooling back into the thick, ruby-jam pool of her chosen 'poison.'

"i'm offering myself to you," she says finally, eyes twinkling. her lips tug up at the corners. "not molly fouller, but me." she searches his face. surely he knows her identity now, despite her meticulous order to her false life. but how much he knows, she can't quite discern.

he hasn't brought her to trial for crimes committed for rocket, so either he's not as skillful as she's deduced, or they're both snakes in the garden.

but which one is convincing the other to bite the apple?

she flashes white teeth. "i'm a smart woman, councilman. i desire little else in this world but knowledge. will you indulge my fantasies, at least for a moment?"

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[attr="class","freypost"]she swirls the glass around in a leisurely fashion, allowing the wine to breathe. she'd asked for the house, but amelie had grabbed a rather choice selection of sauvignon. she sets to pouring it in a decanter for her, desperately searching her eyes, looking for some recognition.

and anya gives it to the poor girl; she winks at her over the rim of her glass. her palate opens and she parts her lips, tastes the bouquet as it goes down. "leather and spice. are those cranberries on the nose? amelie, you spoil me."

amelie's cheeks tinge and she segues into a conversation, but it's cut short as she looks over anya's head to one of the most famous men in hoenn. she struggles with her frown.

"chin up, girl. your councilman's here."

anya points to the second glass and amelie dutifully pours. and then anya turns in her stool, legs crossed, and holds the glass out for fernando.

"amelie, i believe you mentioned a gentleman needing something elsewhere?" the dismissal is clear and the girl skirts out from behind the bar to attend patrons in the curtained room, leaving the two of them alone, save for the piano player stroking his keys on his cozy stage.

she smiles coyly. "had i known it'd be this easy to get another meeting with you, i would have done so a long time ago." you're wrapped around my finger and we both know it, don't we?

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[attr="class","freypost"]shiva yawns; her tongue slides between her sharp teeth, jaws half-closing as she finishes her display with a gentle lick against anya's calf. her phone is in her lap now, screen still up, and her fingers are tracing the delicately, deliciously, short hem of her dress, just dipping under to grace her skin.

there are ghosts there, too, a remembrance of a time before she'd shed her skin, before the body he'd touched so long ago had become something new. that's how she's always been able to stomach the touch of a man before--her entire body's cells would naturally decay and rebirth in six month's time. her own, never owned.

and though science speaks truth, it's almost as though she can feel him now. she purses her lips, eyes half lidded, smiling as her phone vibrates in her lap.

she lifts it up, chuckles at the message, and takes another drag from her cig. then she leans forward, hushing as her lions murmur their grumpiness at being jostled. she stubs the cig out and twists her phone, pinched between thumb and forefinger.

"hmmm."

I've many. There a color you prefer, darling?

and then she runs a finger through her hair, rises despite her pets' protests. they stretch, claws flexing, and plod dutifully after her as she grabs her clutch, her keys, and her lipstick.

she touches up her bottom lip as she heads out the door. he's in town now. she wouldn't have texted him now if he weren't.

she lights another as she steps out onto the street. the sky is overcast, swelling with the threat of rain.

Shall we dance again?

she sends the text only after she's ducked into the jazz bar, the very same as the first night they'd met. though when the bartender asks her for her drink, she asks for a bottle of their house cab.

she's here on business, after all.

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[attr="class","freypost"]things get just a teensy bit frightening. and as a creature of basic instinct, anya does the smart thing and gets the fuck out. gallery packed up, belongings sold off, and tearful goodbyes to nobodies who'll dearly miss a redhead gal named molly.

first it's sinnoh, in the snow-capped mountains, lions disdainful of the ice under their paws. and something hadn't been right in the air--or perhaps it was her own inner murmurings, that the shadows on the edge of her vision were just that and nothing more--and so she'd packed up her belongings (all of which now fit in two suitcases).

then it was unova, in a bustling skyrise apartment. tv screens flickering in coffee shops and she watched over rose-tinted sunglasses, saw mossdeep played on repeat, listened to conspiracies. everywhere she is surrounded by threats.

and all this time, she is scratching in her notebooks, pondering hypotheses she cannot test. she tries to quash the ants milling about in her brain with careless sex and chemical romance, but in the morning she's rebooted, restarted, and the cycle begins anew.

her hands start to shake and her incessant need becomes too much to bear. and she curses her humanness, her need for desire, as she takes the boat ride back into the thick of it.

as she moves back into her apartment in lilycove and greets old friends and purchases her pleasantries and on her couch, red heels knocked against her white marble coffee table, she flicks on her phone.

she takes a long drag from the cigarette in her other hand. her fingers fly across the screen. she exhales smoke. her lips curl. the lions curled at either side of her purr gently.

I have a proposition for you. - A

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[attr="class","anyapost"]had she had more of her wits about her, she would have taken advantage of the man while he'd slumbered--scoured his belongings and broken through his safeguards to learn every little tidbit of information (and she's sure there's plenty) on his person.

or perhaps she wouldn't have. because she cares not for the politics between her faction and the league forces, and she sees no reason to paint a target on her back.

this is an experiment, after all.

her lips curl as he wakes and she hums dark laughter at the wall he places between them. his facade is a weak one, power diminished by the lingering heat of the previous night. the sweat has dried on their skin, sticky and tangible, and the scratches and bruises along her arms are exposed as he twists her hand to gently kiss her wrist.

"i wish more would look at me as you do," she says, almost thoughtfully, head cocked.

her decision has been made.

she grazes the edge of his lip, draws a line on the ratty motel comforter between them.

"i will see you again, fernando silph." she leans in; her cherry lipstick is a bit smudged, but her light blue eyes are still framed with a dark reminder of the night before. she's beautiful and intoxicating and she knows it.

"because you will want to see me," she whispers. "you will walk your daily routine as you always have, and you will go mad at the thought of me somewhere else, waiting in an open bed." her free hand runs down the length of his bare chest, under the sheets that lay strewn across them.

"and you won't be able to stop yourself. because you won't want to stop yourself." she draws back, up, out of the bed, exposed with her back to him. she runs her hands down the side of her body, stretches like a cat, and gathers her dress.

she looks over her shoulder, red curls framing her cheeks. "am i wrong?" she murmurs.

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