M.T.F: Team Bluestrike

[Roland Gilliad]

*he smiled quietly at the painting*

Ah yes...Manet. Fine man for detail.

*he broadly gestured and led the way towards the massive marble staircase once again, carven all the way up, on the side that did not hug the pillar in the very center, she would recognize as a picture perfect Rendition of the Beaux (sp!?) Tapestry, down to the last coloured helm, he smiled at it, and led his way up the stairs, the soft golden rails that lined it shone in the ever increasing light, as if daylight was slowly passing over them, he blushed a little when she mentioned his particular intrests*

My dear, I do keep secrets. That is certainly true, but they are mine to keep and to give as I see. I have many many personal intrests, In what field you talk of depends entirely on the one I Will tell you about..

*he winked broadly over at her, to emphasize this, as they entered the second floor, she found a rich, bloodred carpet lining the long hall, at the end two large Doors, Depicting a Standing Tall King Aurther, Excalibur placed between his hands, and set point first on the ground, his head tilted skyward and the jewels on his crown, as real as the gold the door seemed to be made of ,there were 10 doorways on each side of the hall, and many more paintings, though this time it favoured a Rennisance Feel, Depicting great scenes of battle, and other such lovely works. he smiled*


This is my personal hall, at the very end are my quarters, I keep them in the best of order. You may choose any door you wish, and You will see it.

*and he gestured for her to choose*

 

[Jocelyn]

Shadow

OOC: I am trying not to quit at all. I hope everyone can be patient.

IC: She swayed to the music. Something in it called to her and she was suddenly back home with her mother happily listening to a favorite piece that she used to play.

The memory was deep and moving and she found tears coming to her eyes. Reaching down to where his fingers played over the keys, she entwined her own with his, causing them to stop with a jumble of last notes.

"I..I am sorry," She said in a whisper,"it brings back too many memories that I have just not dealt with fully." She did not look at him but her fingers remained locked with his. "I know it seems silly but there are places in my armor that have big chinks. This is one of them."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Queen of Hearts

The hallways stretched away, dimly lit by candelabras placed in the carefully spaced recesses in the marble. Running her fingers along the wall, she saw each door was numbered and had a different look to it. Room 1's door was an intimidating gray metallic with a black fingerprint identification pad located where the doorknob should have been. She moved on to Room 3, whose door had the crest of a gold lion emblazoned on the rich mahogany wood. Room 5 was what caught her interest though. Beautiful wood stained black, the fine grain and knots showing through. A gargoyle doorknocker, your typical horror movie prop, was suspended mid way down the door.

To the right of it was a modern work of art, somewhat different from the other paintings, and one of the few she didn't recognize. Twisted shadows of dark forms lay sprawled over the asphalt of a city street. It was the kind of painting that you could stare at for hours, and still not understand. Perhaps it was beyond human understanding.

She nodded towards her choice, raising an eyebrow.

"Lets find out what's behind Door #5..."

 

[The_high_king]

Steel Ghost

Her hand was entwined with mine, "ahh, yes. I read about that in your file. Say, why don't I teach you how to use the piano wire?" She looked doubtful at first, and I simply smiled, "no, no, I'm not going to teach you how to kill. I'm just going to teach you how to use the ball". I attached a small metal ball at the end of the wire, it was a curious looking weapon. Picking it up, I swung it in a tight circle, and shot the wire out through the middle. It made a loud cracking sound, almost lick a whip. The move I just did could have broken a mans spine, and send him flying towards a wall. I then gave the wire to Shadow, "now you try".

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Im sticking here. I cant abandon this sw33t storyline now!

IC:

*he blinked and smiled benignly, walking over to the door, he knocked three times with the gargoyle and spoke loudly*

'One ring To rule them all, One ring to bind them all, One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness Bind them, in the land of Mordor where the Shadow's Lie.'

*The gargoyle animated, and took a noticable shock, he spoke in a deep baratone voice to both of them*

Oh...Hello. Good to see you again Sahr. Is the lady cleared?

*he sounded a bit too much like an old world war one british officer, Shawn nodded*

Aye Laddie, She's fully cleared. *he nudged the gargoyle who nodded stoicly and the dark door swung open. he grinned over at her*

It's my security system...Voice identification, Passwords, and a Sight identification.

*And with that he strode brazenly into the room*

Come on now lass..

*When she entered she would find him turning on overhead green lights, which lit up over 25 Full sized pool tables, to one end of the massive room, ten bowling lanes stood ready, all prepared with pins, and several balls waiting to be rolled, to another side was a Large collection of Video game Machines, and Ski Ball lanes, not to mention a good deal of classics, such as Pong, Frogger and Pac-Man, but the thing that really caught her eye was the three curtained rooms to one side of the place, one of which was opened slightly, inside she could see a myrad of intresting objects, and a Large, Four poster bed, with various leather straps hanging over it and lying on it, he grinned, gesturing over to a small collection of Leather Chairs, set next to a Crackling fire, with a large, old style Liquire cabenet nearby*

Welcome to the Billiards Room.

 

[Jocelyn]

Shadow

She reluctantly took the weapon. It would be good to know another way of fighting but she really didn't like the killing aspect of the job. It was the thrill of doing the impossible that held her here. It was what drew her father to be a thief and the government made it legal for her to follow that path. Plus she liked the toys that were included in the package deal.

Looking at it, she begin to immitate Steel swinging it about. She was not used to this type of weapon though and at one point it got away from her control and went swinging toward Steel. It was only the quick reactions of each of them that saved him from a disaster as he ducked and she pulled back.

It did manage to graze his temple though and there was a line of blood along his head when she finally had the ball in hand.

"Oh, no!," She said as she ran over to where he stood, blood trickling down his face. Guiding him to the bed, she sat him down and reached for the first aide kit that was kept in her bedside table and got busy fixing him up.

"I am so sorry," She said as she applied ointment and bandage,"I wasn't steady enough to do that. I should have known."

Looking to make sure there was no concussion, their eyes locked and it was a minute before she could speak again.

"Are you sure you are alright?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Queen of Hearts

OOC: Can't very well expect to have a mission without everybody's favorite villainess, now can you? I'm in for the long haul *wink*

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Queen of Hearts

It was as impressive as the other rooms, and a lot more fun. Having an almost carnival atmosphere, she could definitely see its appeal. Three thick leather curtains hid almost half of the room -- but one was pulled back and tied part way, almost as if it had been left that way on purpose. She grinned wickedly at the sight of the bed...Naughty Little Boy...

"I have a billiards room, but I must admit it's not quite as...grandiose...as yours. You've outdone yourself this time, dahlin"

Almost as if she were drawn there, she walked over to the closest pool table. They were all alike - 9' standard competition size, covered in a rich burgundy felt, trimmed in polished wood. Bar-style lights dangled over each table, the glare kept to a minimal by their deep green shades.

Running her eyes over the cue racks built into one wall, she plucked up an Arnot custom-design similar to the one she frequently shot with. She turned it over in her hands admiring the ebony and pink ivory inlays.

Her eyes flashing at the thought of competition, she knew he would have to be awfully to good to beat her...

"Up for a lil friendly competition?"

 

[Najia]

Bullseye

OOC: I need a job that pays me to post at Lit. Now where were we? Oh yeah.

Mitch stepped out of his pants and underclothes as she stroked his cock. It jumped at her touch, and he could feel shivers running up his spine. He gave a small groan of pleasure, and his smile widened. He ran his hand across her bare skin. The touch of her was like an electric shock through his nervous system.

"Mmm. Gloria, Gloria..." His mind was blank. He didn'tknow or care why, he only smiled. He wanted her so badly.

IC: She didn't know what had come over her but she knew that there was a fire burning that she had no intention of putting out with anything but the climax of this encounter. How they would handle being teammates after this was something to ask afterwards.

Without any hesitation, she kissed the head of his cock. She moaned in pleasure as it jumped under her lips and she then brought her mouth down around the head and begin to take him in. This was not something she did often but now, for some reason she wanted to.

Her hands went to cup his sac and play with it as her mouth took in more and more of him, his hands on her head and his gasps of surprise and delight urging her on.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*he chuckled softly....grinning as she picked up one of his more favorite sticks to use, but instead, took up his custom stick, a 'yard and a halfer' or four and a half feet long, it had a thick, heavy ivory handle with a gold inlay design, he picked up a fresh chalk cube and ground a bit onto it, taking a small rack from a shelf, he put the pre racked balls onto the table, and produced a fine Cue Ball, Prefect in every way, including weight. he smiled broadly at her challange, and the way she handled her own cue, and smiled quietly, ah she was an expert..and enjoyed pool as well? Intresting*

Is eight ball too mundane for you? *he chuckled quietly as he observed her lithe movements, and remembering her knowing grin as she glanced towards some of the...entertainment rooms..He really did have to show her that later....but for now, he might as well show off the incredable AI Of this part of the system*

I Do hope you dont mind company...

*She regarded him harshly for a moment, until he flipped a switch near the cue racks, suddenly the air was thick with a bit of sweet smelling Cigar smoke, and all about them, pool sharks plyed thier trades, some making trick shots, others doing simple games, many of them accosted the two real people there with respectful nods, and he smiled over at he slightly stunned look*

I do believe it provides more Atmosphere...dont you?

*he smiled and took away the rack, leaving the balls perfectly positioned, and handed her the hefty white cue ball*

After you my dear.

 

[The GrandMage]

Burnside

His eyes were closed, and his head had lolled back. Not that he wanted to miss this sight, but more to the fact that he hadn't felt this much pleasure in quite a long time. Between a child prodigy and a top secret government operative, he didn't have much time for things like relationships or sex.

He dragged his head around, and looked down at her. He ran his hands through her hair, and softly urged her on. He let out a soft groan as he mumbled her name, and gasped as she brought him pleasure.

 

[Najia]

Bullseye

His moans of pleasure spurred her on and the motion of her head became faster as she took him down her throat, paused and then moved up so that he exited it again. She would swallow when he was seated in her throat so that his cock was sqeezed in softness.

Her hands were not idle as she would sqeeze them at the same time that she swallowed so that he was getting signals from more than one sensitive spot.

 

[The GrandMage]

Burnside

No other moment in his lif compared to this. He seemed to inhale pleasure, and every exhalation was a soft groan or moan of happiness. His heart pounded, and blood rushed through his veins like fire.

His hips, seemingly no longer under his control, bucked forward and back. His hands continued to run through her hair, and his nerves were alive. He was alive.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Queen of Hearts

The pool hall atmosphere was wonderful...from the raucous hoots and hollers to the crumpled bills being tossed on the tables by slightly obstinate losers. She had to grin at the novelty signs that were artfully placed here and there. Pool is not a matter of life or death. It is much more important and Billiards Players can STROKE harder and SHOOT farther, separated by a neon toucan sign advertising Corona, were hung on the wall nearest their table.

From the dispenser of talc, she rubbed the white powder between the fingers of her left hand to make the shots more flowing & accurate. She hefted the shiny, off-white cue ball, tossing it gently back and forth between her hands. Picking up her cue, she placed the milky sphere just to the right of the head spot. Bending over the pool table, she spread her fingers into a standard bridge, nails leaving slight crescent moon indentations in the wine colored felt. Tossing her feathered hair over her shoulders, and out of her eyes, she raised the butt of the cue slightly, smoothly assuming a perfect form.

On the break, the balls parted to the cue like the Red Sea, spreading in a tidal wave over the table, and neatly pocketing the four. Open table, 7 hi -- 6 low. The next shot was easy, bumping the two along the rail and into the corner pocket. 7 hi -- 5 low. In a swift, solid motion the cue ball kissed the very right edge of the one, forcing it swiftly enough into the far corner that it ricocheted off the back of the pocket. 7 hi -- 4 low. The angle she placed on the seven, though, was too sharp, sending it bouncing stubbornly off the edge of the side pocket.

Cursing softly under her breath, she leaned back on one of the padded bar stools, and smiled up at him...

"Do your stuff, Mr. Hacker..."

 

[The_high_king]

Steel Ghost

The injusr was small, and nothing serious. Usually, I could've caught that without any injury at all, but this time it didn't happen. I wondered why? I got up again, "thanks for the ointment, and band-aid", I smiled, letting her know that I was okay. I picked the piano wire up again, "here, let me teach you something more basic, and quick". Flicking my wrist forward, the ball went toward the left. When I pulled back, the ball went toward center, spun. It seemd to hover there for a a second before dropping to the floor. I handed the wire to Shadow, "this move is less deadly, but very usefull in a tight situation. What happens is that the string goes beside the attacker, and wraps around his, or her whole body. Tieing them up tightly. Here, you try". I put my hand, on her hands, and started to direct her hands so she would know what to do.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*he grinned slowly, her three easy shots attracting a little attention, he fingered a bit of talc, taking a long look at the table...okay, No simple shots, So play by the numbers....Picking up the cue from the Pocket, he placed it gently near the fourteen, flexing his fingers he slid the cue between crossed fingers..one thumb on top to give him just a bit more control, though he didnt get as much strength to his shot, he bit his lip and concintrated.....with an easy clack the fourteen rolled, hitting the corner edges, and knocking in the ten with ease, letting the fourteen roll away, --6 hi, 4 lo-- he walked over, his eyes darting, and took aim, the soft crack of the cue and the fourteen rolled into the same pocket, and the cue ball just barely stayed out, he wiped his forehead....-5 hi, 4 lo- he had no shot, so, to keep her from making one of her own, he nailed it just softly enough that it rolled slowly behind three of his other balls, and came to become right next to the eleven, he growled quietly to himself, and cracked his fingers softly, setting the Ivory handle on the ground, and holding up the cue stick obstinately huffing silently*


Drat. Go for it.

*he motioned for her, and took a seat next to her, sitting back and watching intently..but smiling all the while*

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Queen of Hearts

She raised her cue, and chalked it in a circular motion, scrapping the excess off the sides with the tip of her nail.

He had easily blocked two of her shots, but the three and five were still out on open felt. Bending far over onto the table, she stretched until she was able to get a firm open-bridge which placed the tip of her cue stick just over the top of the nine ball. The five wasn't an easy shot, especially with her precarious balance. Kicking it off the rail with her cue ball, it stuttered slightly, before falling into the pocket on top of the fourteen and ten balls with a satisfying clink. 5 hi -- 3 low. The six and seven were still awkwardly blocked from this angle, so she decided to try her luck with the three. A combination shot off of the twelve ball would have made it easy, but the rule makers had somehow found a way to make all easy shots also illegal. She went for the other corner instead, hoping the trajectory would be off enough to let her sink the three and not the cue ball. But they both fell simultaneously into the two pockets to the left of the foot spot. Ball in hand, 5 hi -- 2 low.

With a grimace she was mentally kicking herself, as she pulled the cue ball out of the woven leather pocket trimmed with gold tassels. She gently tossed it to him with a wink.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Snatching the ball out of the air, he grined over at her slowly, and circled the table, before setting it down just so near the top left corner pocket... he whistled a low note, checking the position of the balls....hmm. The eleven wouldnt make it from here, damn five ball... So it would have to be the thirteen...Sideling onto the table, he licked his dry bottom lip, soft english...smoooth as silk...Clack...the Thirteen rolled gently and fell into the hole. he smiled...-4 hi, 2 low-....he grinned softly,and took a long look at the fifteen....Hmm...now that was a shot...but he could do it..*

Fifteen, Side pocket...

*what was he GETTING at..the corner shot would be just as easy..ah well. Even shawn couldnt resist the road less travelled by.. he thought for a moment...Hard English, a tad to the right...give it just enough spin....click....it connected nicely with the side of the fifteen,sending it right and up...right into the side pocket, there was a muffled cheer...3 hi-2 lo...he grinned.....his eyes danced amusedly....he had a nice easy shot for the twelve...he hit it nice and solidly,letting it pinball in the corner before going in....he again had no shot....so, he hit it just enough so it would be out of range for her to have anything easy....2 High- 2 low...he bowed and flourished* After j00.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Queen of Hearts

She applauded softly, picked up and chalked her cue without a word. The shot she had to make was already clear in her mind, she just needed a little time to calm herself enough to pull it off. Walking around the table she studied the balls from all angles, buying herself a precious few moments.

She gestured with her cue to the far left pocket.

The art of Massé was a difficult one, a mere slight of hand trick to those who had mastered it, yet seemingly a grand stage illusion to those who remained naive to it's usefulness. The six was resting against the cushion, balanced near the pocket, the nine also against the rail blocking an easy shot. Holding her cue almost vertical, and pressing her forearm against her hip, she took careful aim. It was a shot she had practiced over and over, and used to put more than a few rips in the felt of her own pool tables.

Limiting herself to only a few practice strokes, she made a quick, short final stroke, feeling the slate vibrate beneath her bridge. Curving sharply around the eleven, the cue ball hit the six straight on, transferring the motion and delivering a soft click as in sank into the pocket. 2 hi -- 1 low.

She glanced at Shawn, her face expressionless but her eyes more challenging than ever. There were some calls from the crowd, a few "oohs" and "ahhs", a smattering of applause, but most were quiet still trying to figure out how she had accomplished that. A burly man with a cigarette dangling from his thin lips clapped her hardily on the back, practically knocking the breath out of her. She shyed away from the stranger, but accepted the shot glass he held out to her with a congratulations of "Good shot, missy." What the hell... she though, coughed back what she determined to be JD, and slammed the empty glass onto the edge of the pool table, smiling appreciatively.

The seven seemed like a piece of cake after that shot, although no matter how she pocketed it, the cue ball would be left in an awkward position to shoot for the eight ball. After re-chalking, she again assumed her familiar stance behind the cue ball. Banking it off the far cushion, she put enough english to bring it back to the rail, clipping the seven just enough to send it caroming off the rain and into the pocket opposite from where the six had gone. 2 hi -- 8 ball.

She called the side pocket for the eight ball, even though it was a futile shot. Taking enough of an angle on the eight ball, she left it so it rested between the cue ball and the remaining stripes. Leaning her cue stick against the stool, she backed far enough away to give Shawn room to work.

Nodding courteously to the pool table, she flashed him a sweet smile, with a hint of a "you-know-I'm-winning-and-theres-nothing-you-can-do-about-it" look.

"I do so hope I'm living up to your expectations, Mr. Hacker..."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He chuckled quietly...Her shot had been intresting...he'd heard of the style, but never really had luck with it on his own...He chalked up his cue and grinned slowly over at her..*

"Quite. But this game ends now."

*He grinned slowly, and Took the Eleven for a ride, Hard english, he triple panneled it, it slid easily right past the eight ball into the corner pocket....eight ball-1 high....now only the ten stood in his way.....he brushed his nose...hearing muted betting in the background....he grinned slowly...and leaned hard over the table...barely reaching the cue from this angle...He clicked the cue gently...letting it slide the ten into the side pocket...and just missing scratching him...he breathed a sigh of relief.. and stood up, working out his arms slowly...And taking a look at his shots...*

(who gets to win?)

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Queen of Hearts

Overall he was an excellent player...maybe even up to par with ME when he had a good day, but his form was stiffening and his strokes were becoming a little less accurate. She smiled and shifted slightly, hoping to distract him even more with the leg she was showing.

The angle was off, she knew he could sense it the second he hit the eight ball. A beautiful shot in every other department, the eight bounced back to hit the cue ball, sending it off it's intended course. Sighing defeatedly he bowed to her, his ego obviously not affected in the least.

She stepped up to the table. He had left the table set up beautifully, she wondered for a second if he had actually let her win. Nahhhhh. A light tap was all it took to slide the solid black ball into pocket. It would have been so much more of a dramatic climax if the shot had been difficult...but she had won, what was to complain about?

"Good game, Mr. Hacker, well played on your behalf."

She cleared her throat

"Now what does the winner get?"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He sighed softly, as cashed changed hands and people went back to their own games and he bowed slightly to her*

I Admit defeat. Well Done Ma'am.

*he chuckled when she expected a reward*

The winner gets to pick the next room or what we do next in here.

*he grins slyly at her*

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Queen of Hearts

His sly grin matched her own, and she didn't protest this time when he wrapped his arm around her slim waist. Although her mind still protested stubbornly against her heart, she was becoming to accept what she fully expected to happen.

They moved together, almost falling back into the rhythm of dancing, and stepped out of the room into the hallway. To the left was the golden seal of a lion, the light shining in just the right way over the embossed metallic emblem, and she traced her fingers over it as she spoke in an almost whisper,

"Show me more of you innermost fantasies...you've wetted my appetite...I'm intrigued"

 

[The_high_king]

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ooc: great stuff. Keep it up guys.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: *Sets up a big sign that says "Literary Geniuses at work"
ic:
*He smiled broadly over at her..his eyes dancing amusedly...and electrically, he walked over to her, and slipped his arm around her shoulder, he looked up to the lion, thought for a few moments, then spoke*

'Bestiae Simus, ut nun, Bestiae simus!'

*he spoke loudly and clearly, suddenly a brass doorhandle appeared...he smiled over quietly at her*

"Beasts we are, Lest beasts we become"

*he chuckles softly, and pushes open the door to the spacious room before them..*

*She can smell soft perfumes wafting from every corner, within is a hall of sorts, with various 'pits' of sorts along the way, each has several large steps down, and has pillows strewn about it, in the middle are large fountains of -somthing-...the pillows look silken and very comfortable, along one side of the room are long massage tables..each with a variaty of different bottles and basins beside them..the walls are a Greek design in nature, with sunlight (or so it appeared) Filtering through cracks in the walls, soft murals covering the walls, depicting old greek myths, and sometimes scenes of sexuality....To one far end of the room, is a Massive pool, double olympic sized, but the sign nearby says 'baths', there are various walls around certain areas of the pool, where it looks like hot tubs are formed,, Steam softly rises from the water, though it is clearly not boiling to any extent..there are several large piles of Fluffy towels, Robes, and otherwise to one side, and three large, tightly locked cabenets to one side....*

"Ah now here is one of my Favorite rooms....The Baths room"