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Badlands
*25 miles south of Night City*He told Haven he had to head out into the desert for something important. 'Nomad shit' he told her with a bit of a grin and shrug. She was skeptical, but since the desert was where Echo had the best chance of survival, she didn't question him further. She might later
The ARCH Fenix rumbled along the sands at low speed for a few more miles. Aiming for a small, dirty hill that rose up out of the ground like a dead turtle's back. Once the front wheel of the motorcycle hits the base, he guns the engine a little more to send it climbing.
Straight to the top where he sets the kickstand and dismounts. Echo pulls the seat cushion up to expose the storage compartment beneath it. Inside; a bottle of Centzon and seven plastic shot glasses, all neatly stacked together.
A quick look up at the sky and the orientation of the stars to point himself in the proper direction. To where it happened.
A flat rock he'd set up here 5 years ago is where he sets out each shot glass side by side. Then pours a dose of tequila into each one.
Today's date was 06/06/2082.
It's been six years.
He can't believe he made it this long without them.
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Diabolical!
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Port Korat
My arms on you , I have you now ... The bite into my rough , calloused hand did little but make me grimmas some , and so I keep it covering your mouth , careful to not allow you to take a finger .. That I wouldn't want to do without ..Tucking your body under my right arm , I stand and carry you out of that little hovel that you've been using .. A voice sounds down from the roof above us as I walk out into the wet street .. It's Mandla..
"This was not the plan Wolf.."
I shrug and reply with my back to him..
"Plans change Raider .. To the new ship .."
..A nod to my slave to follow , and I am off , down the docks and away from the smelly fishermans warf..
((L/P.. For now..))
Delays posting the play link to force the Echo hat trick, whereupon he wins a free T-shirt
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You know Perry won't object to just having to alk downstairs, vs go somewhere else.
Might move it to Fables instead of Tech Noir since that's in use tonight. I don't like burying fresh scenes if I can avoid it.
That we do! We got a plan to man!
No worries. We got tomorrow to RP.
Port Korat
( (It is time for me to excuse myself good night and thank you for ... all of it ))
Probably late for me to start something, sadly.
Oh...that is true.I did have an idea for a sad Echo scene, but it would be soloish.
Unless Perry stumbles across him in the outskirts.
You could have just let them post it on the cork, though!
releasing your mane a monet..pulling my hands from youI unbutton my denim blouse..pulling it open...
small breasts are tipped by erect dark pink nipples
I look at you before taking your mane again..pulling you to me
Port Korat
Watching, the sounds behind and above were missed by a fishmonger's hawking call promoting the day's catch. A piece of bread held in her hand, the bota corked at her bared feet the words, and suddenly she was turning, the soft light, weight fabric of the cloak whirling, the strap of the bota snaring a bared foot, the firey angry look turned her features from the delicate beauty to a wild portrait of emotions.
Get away from me!
Backing away, the bota strap dragging, bumping the crates at her shoulder. The missing grace of her movements was almost comical as she hoped on one foot while pushing at a falling cart with a dark hand. Something in words had her stop, holding the crate, balanced, using a slender shoulder to keep it from crashing down; she stood motionless, the cloak falling back. The vast array of hair without oil, all the moisture of storms and humidity, and lack of a comb stood and hung in tangled tumbles of dark, twisted curls and fuzz. Golden eyes, curious for a moment, stared at the man looming above her in the small space
Saved you ?
The words were spoken with a bit of incredulous wonderment before the glower began again.
I understand you took me unwillingly out of my home and ...
The words end with the peripheral capture of the movement of raiders blocking her way out. Turning to scope out a weak spot, she was suddenly confronted with the mass of a man landing but horts from her, the crate once unbalanced, then balanced and now tumbling, she would turn to flee two being better odd than a red-haired tarsk man only to be grabbed, her cry silenced by the encompassing of a huge hand, rough and rather dirty, her teeth trying to catch a firm grip, pinned, her bare feet lifted, kicking at the booted legs, scraping her sore foot in the process, tears of fury making her eyes shimmer, what could be seen in the tangled mass of hair now her face, she was hauled up, and here we go again.
Held by the hair
No doubt who is in control
Then panting as you put pressure on the still
Swollen pearl