"No. She is completely autonomous. And she has a soul."

A moment. A shift.

"Please call her Nine. I don't know if she'd like having her name shortened like that. And lots of people like seeing their names in pretty colors!"

Smiles and nods.

looking in, hoping a Mistress is around today

Well many do fight themselves
And yes I agree
End up in a stalemate
Til they accept

And many do seem to
Have alot of armor

Nods*

So you don't control 9?

“Angus Bal-FOUR!” she cried out, louder and all petite exasperation, and using your full name this time no less. “Dead bodies do not speak either! Mon Dieu! If they did, I would have to alert Monsieur Gideon to there being an undead in my basement.”

But any hint of umbrage in her tone is fast replaced by repressed amusement. She couldn’t have aimed that splatter better if she’d tried. Had she known your mouth was a valid target she might have actually aimed for it.

“Do you want to take a trip to St Giles with him? Do you?”

By now her pent-up laughter had broken free, and shaking with it the pot in her hand was at a very real risk of slopping pig’s blood all over its sides. Fortunately, the ever-vigilant Livingston rescued the pot from her grasp, averting a bloodier mess than had already been made. She slanted a glance at the butler and was gratified to see a grin ghosting across his mouth, a crack in his usually stoic façade.

She turned towards her desk and moving quickly around it retrieved the bottle of whisky from the bottom drawer before carrying it back to her now very undead dead assistant. “La! Rinse your mouth out.” she instructed, clearly expecting you to swallow rather than spit. It was a single malt, after all, and a very good one at that.

“And then…” one hand found her hip again while the other drummed fingers against her chin, pondering. She peered into the pot still held by Livingston and still half full of blood, which was more than she needed, and let a slow smile slide onto her lips “…change your shirt, and let’s try another position.”

Market
*nodding as I finish my blackwyne and watching as you take detailed notes, it was a good thing to see. In this world you needed to be part accountant and those that didn't keep records were usually not to careful on how money was spent either* That sounds alright to me, come by my office tomorrow and I will get you situated and show you around. *raising an eyebrow as you ask if there was anything else and truthfully I couldnt think of anything buisness wise that needed discussing, yes, I was a bit flustered at this point because I enjoyed your company more and more, but for the life of me I couldnt think of anything else with ought going into the personal realm, and I was also unsure how to proceed. The structures of caste I knew well, as a Wolf we did not go by them at all, neither did Port Kar in general, but this healer seemed to at least on the surface and she was a high caste, and as a builder I was technically middle caste* No, not that I can think of right now.

"No. She and I are diametrically opposed. If we both punch each other with the same amount of force at the exact opposite angles, nothing happens. Maybe sparks fly. Because we would be fighting in our respective armor."

Nods.

approaching the colt's stall
smiling down at the sleeping animal

sneaks onto the farm in jeans and a teeshirt, breasts not yet proper udders so that would have to be fixed

Well if their too busy processing they miss the rest

So you built your own nemesis of sorts ?

You seem afraid of 9

"You don't have to explain to them. If they don't get it, don't even bother. They'll get it eventually. Some people's processors are just slower than others."

Nods lots.

#r-ncsouth@soi MILLIE and EZ Mike check out a Maelstrom-associated spot in Southie called Club АНЕВРИЗМАto listen to a Dogtown band named Anti-Human, later discussing his little car heist with Nyxa Fulgor (who he only knows as 'Night Sister'). Plans are made to do something stupid at a different locale. Millie then lets him know that their previous adventure might have gotten them both in trouble with her large extended family. Featuring Sludge, a deep-brown and… w-well, sludgy and abusive liquor.

was sent to look into the reports of this farm out in the boonies, not knowing my boss is trying to get rid of me

"I dunno. Boredom. I knew how to do it. I had all of the technical knowledge already in my databanks. And most of the stuff you need, I have on my person at all times."

Sip of coffee taken.

"I don't like talking about it, because Nine has the same technical knowledge and could easily build another. And the numbers just grow exponentially from there."

Sip. Avoiding eye contact.

~*~PleasureMistress~*~ has started a new game with the following players:
~*~PleasureMistress~*~

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 9 7 7 8 8 5 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " p l e a s u r e m i s t r e s s " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " p l e a s u r e m i s t r e s s " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 9 7 7 8 8 5 }

For those of you in the back row

7 8 9...

Get it ?

Sometimes it's best to explain

Grade

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xL7j3WBY2mA

~ Look At What I've Done ~

Chris Cagle

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