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[sharpestsword]

● WHO: Julieta Juris + ...
● WHAT: catch all
● WHEN: June
● WHERE: places
● WARNINGS: sex, aphro, tentacles, violence

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[sharpestsword]

[ Fending off robots was something she could handle. She was fine on her own. The sudden appearance of strange plant life however is giving her some trouble. All it took was one wrong step. What looked like ordinary underbrush turned out to be a trap. Now she finds herself bound with vines to a tree, frustrated with herself for not being more careful. She considers her options and looks around. If there's nobody here maybe she should go ahead and contact someone. ]

[conjobs]

[John on the other hand. Not so keen on the robots. Or the bitey, lashy plant... thingies. He's more of a lover than a fighter, truth be told. And while he could hold his own, he'd rather not risk the ire of their supreme machine overlord by taking out the robots or getting some kind of infection from any thorned plants.

Which is not to say he's going to leave a damsel in distress and keep on going when he comes across one while he's drifting between hideouts. But apparently he's not jumping in to help burn the vines or cut her out, either, keeping a short distance between them.]

Hello love. [His eyes can't help but drift to where those green tendrils slither across her chest.]

[sharpestsword]

[ At least she doesn't have to worry about her uniform being stained, having left it in her shelter in favor of a light t shirt and shorts. She sees him coming and watches for if he seems to be changing direction and if she needs to get his attention. But since he's approaching there's no need. It's lucky somebody is here to find her so quickly. At the same time it's somewhat embarrassing to have to ask for help. ]

I got tangled up and I'm stuck. Would you help me out?

[conjobs]

...depends. [John steps in a little closer, tearing his gaze off of her tits to watch the vines warily. This doesn't look like the kind of predicament he wants to get caught in, himself.]

What'll you give me in return? [They're all stuck here with scavenged food and supplies. He's not running a charity.]

I take whiskey dollars. Or sexual favours. [No point lying - she's looking pretty hot, ensnared like this.]

[sharpestsword]

[ She has people she can contact that won't ask for favors. But that would leave her out here longer. She can't defend herself like this. She looks up at him for a moment and then nods in agreement. ]

If this is about those cards then fine. Whatever you want. Just get me out of here.

[conjobs]

[He takes a step closer, caution slowly slipping away as the corner of his lips curl into a smirk. That was easy. She's not worried that he's some psychotic chainsaw swinging cannibal or anything?]

What if what I want involves leaving you right there? [His gaze flickers down to where he can see her legs spreading from some tightening tendrils slithering between her legs. Naughty, naughty.]

It's less fun if you're not that keen about it, you know.

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It's not that I just haven't done this very much. So I might be a little nervous. Don't leave me here.

[ Her face turns red just from admitting it. That and from what the vines are doing with her legs. She struggles to pull them back together. That only seems to make it worse. She imagines the plant continuing to wrap around her until she's completely encased. That would not be ideal. ]

[conjobs]

Haven't done what much? [Gotten attacked by some very intimate plantlife? Flirted with a tall, ruggedly handsome stranger? Promised potentially anything away in an act of desperation? Yes, he realises time is of the essence here, but he seems interested in talking. She shouldn't worry.

Finally closing the distance between them, John runs his fingertip down her right cheek, curling his finger under her chin.]

Look at me. [His smile widens as his hand starts to trail lower.] That's it. Just relax mate. [He's got this. Probably. As his fingertips drift lower the snake-like, thick, moving stems curl tighter around her, until he's rubbing slowly between her legs. She's still clothed, but he likes gauging her reaction, feeling her tense and twitch beneath his touch.

His hand drifts upwards again and he hooks one finger between the waistband of her knickers beneath her shorts and her skin. He tugs down, low enough to invite a couple of creaking, stretching, opportunistic tendrils to slither over her hips and down between her legs.

It'd be morbidly fascinating if it wasn't rather sexy. John slips his hand in as well, rubbing the length of his finger back and forth in between her folds.]

You could ask me nicely. I'm sure you've done that before.

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[ And here she was thinking he would free her first and they might find somewhere else for her end of the deal. Apparently he wants it right here. Hopefully nobody else happens to wander by. She does her best to relax and makes no effort to stifle the noises she makes at his touch. This is not so bad at all considering how strange the whole plant thing is. ]

Please. I need you.

[ She gasps as vines make their way between her legs. It's hard to tell if the slickness is her own or something contributed by the plant. Either way she's starting to enjoy this. ]

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[automatized]

How are things?

[sharpestsword]

Just in general? I'm getting by. I've met some people.

And yourself?

[automatized]

For your card, or just in general?

I'm doing alright.

I'm maintaining a truce with Mcgillis and so far, it's working to our mutual benefit.

[sharpestsword]

Sounds questionable.

I did manage to get some squares completed on my card.

[automatized]

I promise it's mutually beneficial and I'm doing my best to fuck the revolution out of him.

That's good to hear. I think I'm going to start testing that system. A bunker would be nice to have in this mess. And more clothes, I don't want to wear out my uniform.

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[automatized]

I'll have you know that that's really rude.

[ HE'S WORKING DAMN HARD, ]

[sharpestsword]

I do not care for it.

[ smh Vidar no ]

[711]

[This is irony at its finest. Under the influence of strange fruit, Suzaku had assured Julieta he would return for her, but not like this. Not as Zero, the masked man who, very rarely, haunts the city streets late at night.

What he'd been doing doesn't matter, nor does the trajectory of his path. Suzaku refuses both to answer Julieta's questions and to incapacitate her and run when he very easily could, allowing himself instead to be cuffed to a nearby tree and summarily interrogated.

Injuring Julieta isn't something Suzaku is morally opposed to, but he can't afford to remove his mask and blow his cover. So long as Julieta doesn't make a move to unmask him herself, there's no need to lay a hand on her.

When Suzaku speaks, his voice is masked just as effectively as his face– he sounds like an entirely different man.]

...you'd be better off giving up. I have no information to offer you and no interest in playing your games. Let me go.

[sharpestsword]

I'm not playing.

[ She can't be too careful. Too many times she's been caught off guard. This time she's taking preemptive measures. She only knows of one masked man she'll tolerate skulking around and this isn't him. This could be so much easier if he would just explain himself. His lack of cooperation can only lead her to believe he has something to hide. ]

[711]

[Suzaku could uproot this tree and smack Julieta with it very easily, but he's not looking to sully Zero's good name this early into his stint as a symbol of all things good and just. Where is Vidar when he needs him??? He was supposed to teach him how to utilize mask properly, god damn it.

Tugging on his restraints, Suzaku shakes his head.]

Keeping me here all night won't get you whatever it is you want. Like I told you, I have no information of use to someone like you.

[Run along and eat a butterfly or something, damn. Suzaku doesn't have time for this.]

[sharpestsword]

I want to know your intentions. That isn't unreasonable in a place like this.

[ She's watching closely for any movement. For now, she keeps her distance. She wouldn't want to be kicked. ]

[711]

Cuffing a stranger to a tree is unreasonable.

[Except Suzaku isn't a stranger, but Julieta doesn't know that. She doesn't need to know that either. Shifting his footing, Suzaku tugs on the handcuffs.]

My intention was to take a walk around the city at night. [He isn't wrong, technically.] Is that truly a crime worthy of arresting me over?

[sharpestsword]

But why the mask? I'd have let you be if not for how suspicious you come off walking around like that.

[ She peers at it but there doesn't seem to be any angle that she can get a look at his face. If she wants to do that it seems she has no choice but to take it off herself. She crosses her arms. This never seems to go the way she wants when she tries. There must be a trick to it. ]

[711]

[She's thinking about removing his mask, isn't she? Of course she is. Suzaku recognizes that look on her face because he'd seen it before when she tried to make a grab for his gun. He shakes his head.]

Don't try anything you'll regret.

[Certainly don't come within kicking range.]

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Your secret is safe with me.

[ She approaches slowly. Her hands are at her sides. As much as she wants to go for that mask, she doesn't want to provoke him. Surely that will work. She just doesn't seem to learn. ]