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Dark eyes glance up to you ever so briefly, it only takes that to see what many can never see,nor will ever see.

Nothing makes sense but in this reality it makes perfect sense and djinn never waivers in her service to you.

A soft hand stroking you brow as the moments of sleep you do catch are filled with unspoken terrors,your constant searching for something but it's never found ,many nights accompanying you under moonlight in silence seeking out what continually eludes you but djinn never shows fear at your anger only devotion.

After the paga is released from her small hand she moves to the Mistress with the bota of salty water held out ,still keeping away from the chain not wishing to become entangled in it.

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mmm.. LOVE those long socks :)

North Town
Kendo groans. Waving dismissively towards the door to get you two to leave.

"There is no case for Richter to be on anymore. No bounty. Nothing. Now leave."

Richter could receive some compensation for being the one to convince Echo to come in and do this mission for them. Minor details to work out.

His eyes light up...incoming call...

"Hellooooooo? Oh, what a pleasant surprise, Mr. Director... Sir..."

And off to schmoozing mode he goes...rotating his chair until his back faces both of you.

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A hint of a smile teased her lips and found its way to be exposed in the eyes, shining from the depth of a forming curtain of braids and twists of dark hair still damp and soft tiny tiny curls. She did not speak of the removal of the chain or the lack of it, what raiders did or did not do where she was concerned. She knew enough about them from her life with Wolfs to know they did nothing without the approval of their leader.

Do you know how to braid or wrap and tie?

The words given were lightly spoken, serious without the tease that could have been expected.

In response to the other question, one moment she was seated, the next she stood; the movement was fluid and singularity, fingers still at the length of hair hanging to the waist, making a curve as it drapped upwards in the pinch of her fingers, one foot lifted. She took a step, and then another, before lowering herself down again as if she had never moved and began to tie off the next braid.

I moved to keep from becoming stiff and to keep you from having to waste the effort or dirty your weapons

The last few words when spoke carried the light hint of laughter, the smallest of smiles teased the full lips.

ok last one ...
here’s another good ol’ Texas boy … (this is not the one, either)
kind of a meager talent, but he could put together a decent band … see how many you can identify (full disclosure---i had help)
~s~
Roy Orbison / Oh, Pretty Woman

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The whole time you've known me I have had this 'curse' .. This bold red mark on my left palm in the shape of a small womans dagger .. you in fact are one of the only people that have seen it , and you know it is tender if you touch it , even if I am asleep for the ahn or so I get per day , so you know the pain is real .. That it isn't just in my head ..

And you know I am getting more mad , asking strange things of my men and of you .. Tasks that seem to make no sense, like bringing a vase to a room and then leaving it 'because it looks better there' , or when I call you my solemn .. I don't apologize when it happens , but I make it up to you with momentary attention of some type .. letting you know with compliments of your eyes or things we've gone through ..

Other times you see me searching outside , looking for something and angry because it never comes ..

I am starting to get quite Mad .. And you as my slave seems to usually bring me back .. My only sanity...

When uyou come crawling into the room I glance and smile , watching your heavy breasts sway the way they do, with your ass rising behind .. I speak "Paga my djinn, take the other to her..", holding that left hand out, as I nod to the Woman over there on the floor as well ..

Corpo Plaza
IRIDIA was passing it off as though it was a reference she got (she didn't get it) just to avoid looking silly in front of Two-Face-From-Temu.

Untouchable was the expected take from Echo, of course.

"Right call, I can already sense Haven's relief…" She offered a gentle touch of your shoulder, even if the rest of the cards resembled grisly possibilities. She considered the little thumb-port on the card, the clean and pretentious gold emblem of The Guild on green field, like some prestige organization from ages past — or maybe that was by design, to invoke the idea of trustworthiness and honor for an industry so often marked by chaos and bloodshed.

Dignity for an undignified age.

She sincerely wondered what she was going to take — she still had Cyber-Santa's token from back in December. Part of her wanted to just meet the jolly, enigmatic Netrunner face to face.

…and Kendo had the balls to talk trash even as he proceeded with his end of the bargain.

"This mean Richter's off the case, then?"

The last she saw of him, heard of your situation, it was that tense exchange at Tech Noir. Now, with The Guild out of the way, she sincerely wondered what your next move was.

She took a breath as though to say something else, ask a question or maybe just offer some restless, spoken support, but instead she just stayed her tongue — you knew what you were doing.

"Alright, if that's settled, we'll all get back to you sooner or later."

nothing new on his youtube since yesterday

ok last one ...
here’s another good ol’ Texas boy … (this is not the one, either)
kind of a meager talent, but he could put together a decent band … see how many you can identify
~s~
Roy Orbison / Oh, Pretty Woman

Her attentions momentarily drawn to the movement at the door, she followed the slave's movements, with the botas making a book match pair the way they hung from each shoulder. She continued to tie off the braid and moved to create another. The thread looped down, teasing her slender wrist.

North Town
Kendo synthesizes a mocking gasp and holds his chromed hand up to his mouth.

"A nomad that can't read? I'm stunned."

Echo takes his reward upfront. One card was tossed aside on the table. Offering IRIDIA's directly to her while handing the remaining five over to Mr. Avacado Nomad.

"They're biometrically coded to your friends. Just have them press their thumbprint to the logo...it'll put them into direct contact with Guild Logistics to take their order."

Feet back up on desk. Lazy and content again.

"Remember...they only get one wish."

With a wave of his hand, the holoscreen behind the two of you lights up. Mr. Fenix's lovely, charming, desert-dwelling mug is displayed. Beneath it, golden neon words and various celebratory graphics declaring him...UNTOUCHABLE.

"There you go." Kendo says quietly. Glancing between you and IRIDIA.

"Now get out." The doors would open. Security would be waiting to escort you back out onto the street. Where the two of you belonged.

He has some very important schmoozing and ladder climbing to do after this big win. Which he will take all the credit for.

I glance at the draping fabric still on the chain , and it seems to make me stare at its simplicity as well as the request ..

".. I .. well yes , it's yours .. but I thought a Raider would have let you remove it, properly .."

..My dark eyes flit back at you then ..

"You need help with your hair ? .. I know you are used to servants ..

Have you tried to walk more ? If you can't then I may have to put you down.."

..A pause as eyes watch you , then there is the slightest grin on my rugged face..

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