singinghuntress | Inbox for Cerealia

[Rip might notice a vehicle parked outside the butcher's store today. The only odd thing about the vehicle is that it's been there for a good few hours now, right up to closing time, and its occupant has been watching the shop entrance very intently for comers and goers.

There's nothing to indicate it's a police vehicle Blackquill has "borrowed" from the department, on the grounds he had clearance from Integra to carry out an investigation. Really, Blackquill finds Integra's whole claim about vampire Nazis entirely laughable. It's absurd enough that he'd like to march into the shop to see the truth of the claims for himself. But he does, at least, take Integra seriously enough not to do anything reckless.

So he'll wait. He's hunted down a target for seven years before -- waiting a few hours for a suspect to show their face is nothing to him.]

[It was hard NOT to notice a vehicle with someone in it.. that never seemed to move. Rip wasn't an idiot and was no stranger to being stalked.. or to the sudden cat and mouse game that was sparking her curiosity.

She would glance out the window on occasion and spy right back as she worked. So far, she seemed to be pleasant and helpful towards any customers. Though, her smiles displayed a mouth full of sharp fangs even to the untrained eye.

But when it came to hunting.. Her newest play toy was going to learn quick who the better hunter was. She just needed to wait and see if he will come to her first like the delicious little morsel he was.]

[The teeth don't go unnoticed, but they're also easily dismissed. Cosmetic surgery, fake teeth, or any number of explanations were more likely to him than vampirism. He also notes that she seems to be treating the customers well enough, and there don't seem to be any kind of shady dealings or anything amiss...

But she knows he's watching, and he knows that she knows, so now it's simply a game of who blinks first. He'll continue to watch and wait until he can catch her on her own.]

[Well, he wasn't wrong about surgery, it just wasn't the kind he was thinking of~. Besides, if there were any shady dealings going to happen, she would politely redirect them to another day.. after she took care of a pest problem.

Does he really want to play this game? Rip has the advantage as far as she's concerned. When the shop finally closes, she helps clean up, lock up and starts to head home with an umbrella in hand and humming as she begins to walk. Lets see how committed to this chase he really is.]

[Blackquill stays in the car until she's a ways down the street, then gets out to follow on foot. He's not armed -- at least not visibly, anyway -- with no uniform or indication of who he might be working with.

He doesn't bother to make it any secret that he's following her, though. For all her apparent reputation, she doesn't intimidate him.]

[So her little stalker is foolish enough to follow her on foot? An he's not even trying to hide!

He would make such a horrible predator... She shakes her head slightly before turning to duck down an alley. At this point she's confidant he'll follow even if it is an obvious trap.]

[He has no intention of being a predator so much as a warrior, and those are driven by a loftier purpose, without any need of cowering and hiding. So he enters the alley, very much aware he's placing himself in danger by doing so, and calls after her.]

Is this the part where you leap from the shadows and drink my blood, Lady Butcher?

[There's mocking laughter in his voice. He wants to catch her off guard before she can do the same to him.]

[Warriors are also more prone to dying.

Rip's waiting for him with her umbrella in arm and simply smiling as she watches his every movement. Now why could he be following her~?]

Maybe, zhe night is still very young~. But, first zhings first, I vould love to know vhy you are following such a lovely young voman like myzelf.

[Sorry, he's not catching her off guard. She's exactly where she wants him and depending on his answer... may depend on how soon she enjoys her meal for the night.]

Because I wanted to learn more about you, and there is no better way to do so than through observation.

[He stops up short. His lack of fear isn't just pure recklessness; after seven years of death row, constantly surrounded by mortal danger, confronting an eccentric butcher in a dark alley has an almost routine feel about it.]

When I saw you on the network, I must admit my curiosity was piqued.

[...It's not necessarily a lie. He's just omitting a lot of details, like a certain someone's involvement.]

Zhere are plenty of vays to learn more about zomeone, like valking into zhe shop and talking to me, not stalking me.

[That was her job. Perhaps it's time he re-learned some of his fear and who better of a teacher than her? Rip smiled slightly before hefting her umbrella to rest against her shoulder, much like she would her dear musket if she had brought it with her.]

Vas it~? It seemed to get zhe interest of a lot of people. Zome of vhich I'm sure simply vatched and didn't speak to me.

[Rip knows Integra is watching her. But would she send a lacky to confront the huntress? She doubted it. Which means this poor soul is dinner.]

But you were being so pleasant at your work, how could I interrupt? I'd have no hope of seeing the vicious creature lurking under that pleasant facade.

[His tone hardens, and he's not taking his eyes off her every movement, should she move or draw a weapon. He's hoping to provoke a reaction out of her, but he also doesn't know how extreme that reaction will be.

As for who's watching her? He doesn't reply to that one. Better to keep her guessing for as long as possible.]

If you vere hoping for zhat, you vould not haf followed me little mouse und tempted zhe cat to play vith her new toy.

[He can watch all he wants. It's not going to help~. Rip studies him, curious and debating.

Her mind made up, she starts to walk towards him and stop a few feet in front, just out of striking distance, or so it would seem.]

You know, I do not need you to confirm zhat I am right. Zhe Hellsing voman has alvays been too meddlesome for her own good.

[She grins, fangs fully bared before she started to move, inhuman speed aiding her as she goes for a grab to swing him hard into a near by wall.]

[The moment she moves, he reaches into his coat for the tanto knife he'd brought along. He always always confident in his reaction speed: lightning fast, at least for a human. It's too late he realises the critical mistake he's made as she closes the distance between them, flinging him into the wall.

He'd come looking for evidence that this was no ordinary person he was dealing with, thinking this was all just a ruse... and here he had it.]

...Hellsing woman? [He grits his teeth, trying to push himself back to his feet.] Who... are you blathering about?

[Time to play ignorant. This is his fault he's in this mess, and he'd rather the chief not get dragged into it.]

[It's his fault for thinking that Rip was human. Or thinking that he could move faster than a creature built to attack humans~.]

Vho else could I be talking about? Sir Integra Fairbrooke Wingates Hellsing~. You know she impaled me to a tree once.. of course, zhat is zhe least harmful zhing she has ever done to me.

[Rip's just going to leave out the part where she goaded the woman into doing it. No, that was something she wasn't about to mention at all~.

Rip moved towards him quickly and grabbed his coat to shove him hard against the wall. This close it wasn't hard to see just how sharp her fangs were, or just how much she was enjoying this.]

I vouldn't be surprised if she haz zhe entire police force tailing my every move~. But, you know vat? Zhey should be vorried about vat kind of vicious und heartless voman is leading zhem.

[There was something definitely unnatural about her display of speed and strength as she had no issue holding him there.]

Did you know zhat she haz ordered my death twice? Zhe first time.. She sent her vampire pet after me. Alucard, zhe.. devil himself. I vas impaled und devoured alive by zhat beast all on her orders.

I suppose zhat doesn't matter though if you don't know vat I'm talking about.

Edited Date: 2015-06-05 08:24 am (UTC)

[As she pins him he tries to wrench her hand off him, but to no avail. Even for someone as strong as he is, who can shatter iron with his bare hands, he's outmatched, so he stops struggling. A samurai knows when to accept defeat with dignity.]

You seem... very much intact for someone who was devoured alive. [He winces, his head throbbing, and glares at her.] Is that CERES' doing?

[He cute~. He was trying to put up a fight. Rip giggles softly and presses her body harder against his and lets a hand move up to caress his neck, seeking out his pulse and stroking along it.]

I suppose now it iz. Before.. It vas zhe vork of Ruby City und it's child god.

[Within a few moments she was leaning in to brush lips against his throat right over the plus point, ready to bite down.]

[Didn't Integra mention something about Ruby City too? Though that thought is quickly set aside when Rip starts caressing his neck. He tenses and tries to twist his neck away, though to little avail, when she already has him pinned between her and the wall.

He can do nothing but let a frustrated growl escape his throat. What a fool he'd been, to assume his usual blend of intimidation tactics and manipulation would get him anywhere with a case like this. It might have worked in prison and in the courtroom, but definitely not in this city -- where he's quickly learning the rules are entirely different.

And now he's paying the price for it.]

[If he wanted to intimidate someone like Rip, he would have to do a lot harder. And be one hell of a monster.

As a human? He had no hope~. Rip giggled when she heard his growl and any attempts to push her away failed as she grabbed his head and turned him away from her, baring his throat as she brushed her lips against his throat and opened her moth to bite down.]

[When it became clear to Integra that Rip was no longer interested in playing fair (as if she ever was), Integra made no hesitation to abandon her position. Rip's fight was with her - in Integra's eyes - and honestly, had come to regret her violent outburst at Blackquill. Why had she let him agree to this?

Because she was stressed, inconsolable, and very human. It was as equally her fault as it was Simon's. More than that, as his superior, it was her obligation to rectify this.

After several moments, Integra finally arrives on the scene, and while Rip was lost in the moment, Integra's opportunity to strike had presented itself to her easier than she initially thought it would-- albeit at Simon's expense.

She fires one... no, two shots of blessed ammunition in Rip's direction. The action alone would be enough to make Integra's presence known.

S'up, Rip?]

Edited Date: 2015-06-06 08:30 am (UTC)

[When he felt his head yanked back, it finally occurred to him that he could die at any moment. She could cut his throat, tear it out, snap his neck, and there would be nothing he could do about it. And although he made his peace with death a very long time ago, the utter pointlessness of dying here hits him like a heavy weight.

But she does none of those things, and instead he feels razor-sharp teeth sink into his neck. He lets out a pained gasp, mixed with a sense of revulsion, and he tries, once again, to reach for his knife--

Then come the gunshots. He doesn't bother to check who the shooter is, simply tries to take the element of surprise to shove Rip away from him.]

[Fuck you Integra.

Rip is enjoying the feel of flesh give away under her fangs and the first drops of blood caressing her tongue. It's so nice to taste something so familiar again~.

She doesn't even hear someone else approaching or notice he's going for a knife until she hears the all to familiar crack of gunshots.

Both shots grazed her, tearing clothing and nicking skin. At first, she didn't think much of it.. then the searing pain started and Rip immediately let go of her victim enough to let him push her away as she reeled with shock.

The pain was spreading and agonizing! What was that!? She bit back a scream as she turned towards the source, rage burning in her eyes as she spots Integra.]

Zo zhe knight comes to save zhe damsel in distress. How cute.. Now go avay you blonde limey bastard und let me finish my meal.

Oh, don't give me that.

[She scoffed. Sorry, she's just not having any of Rip's shit today. The venom in her tone was almost palpable.]

I know as well as you that you see this man as nothing more than a toy in this game of yours. Your battle is with me, madam. Spare him this instant, or I will make no hesitation to strike you down.

[She points her gun towards Rip, watching her carefully, but refrains from shooting her again just yet. While Blackquill was still in her grasp, it made targeting her difficult now that Rip was aware. Still, Integra had more than one backup plan should Rip refuse to obey.]

Edited Date: 2015-06-08 08:40 am (UTC)

[As soon as he pushes Rip away, Blackquill draws the tanto, holding it in a defensive grip, his other hand trying to stem the blood from the punctures in his neck. Even with his skills in swordsmanship he knows he can't outmatch her in speed or strength, but he'd rather have a weapon between himself and her than nothing at all.]

If I turn into a bloodsucking monster... I'm holding you accountable, Sir Integra.

[Nothing like a little ill-timed humour when he could get killed at any moment.]

[Rip was till reeling from the spread what felt like fire against her skin. Those had to be silver and knowing the bitched, probably blessed by some crazy priest or something.

Just her luck. Rip kept her eyes trained on Integra and stayed aware of what her victim was doing.

What a cute little blade. She may have to use that to her advantage. Rip's eyes flickered from the blonde bitches to her evening meal before she forced herself to move. She quickly reached for the wrist of his hand holding the blade and twisted until she was able to maneuver him to be in front of her and the blade still in a defensive pose, only this time HE was protecting her as well.

Rip gritted her teeth, still trying to ignore the pain. She could have sworn it was getting worse.]

Vats a battle vithout a shield? All I vanted vas a quick bite und to find out vhy zhis moron vas hunting me.

It's not polite to stalk a girl vithout providing dinner first. Und besides, battles between us haf alvays had collateral damage, it's vat makes zhe fighting so much fun!

Just between us girls, did you take down the CEO?

[Because the first suspect would definitely be Rip. Obviously, Grell didn't do it if she's asking.]

Sorry to disappoint, but it wasn't me. If it was, it would have been a much larger mess.

[Though she does wish she would have thought of the assassination first.]

Besides, I've... been dealing with my own issues with the Hellsing woman.

How disappointing. I wanted to hear all the details.

[She had hoped it was Rip. Being entangled in murder in Grell's forte.]

Ah~? I can't imagine these issues would be easy to deal with.

Sorry to disappoint~.

[As for her issues with that damned woman...]

Let's just say my current issues are... a bit permanent.

Edited Date: 2015-06-11 01:01 am (UTC)

Would you like to discuss it over tea?

[She's been meaning to invite her over, anyway.]

I think that would be lovely, especially if you have the kind of tea I like.

I'm not sure what sort of tea you like, but I have a variety, at least.

[She'll send Rip a text message with the location of her apartment.]

Unfortunately, none of them should taste like blood.

Pity. Though, we can always just add a small bit of blood so I can drink it.

[And if there wasn't any, she could always just enjoy the smell of fresh tea.]

I will be there soon~.

pakaje 4 u at niteo hope ur having a good day!

[When (or if) she decides to pick up the package being held for her, she'll find a simple steel bracelet set with a glass sapphire to match her eyes, and a rabbit's foot with a note written in barely legible graffiti text.]

CUDNT FIND THE REST OF THE BASTURD BUT IM STILL LOOKING
HAPPY DAY!

[Yeah, he gave up trying to spell Valentine's and just left it at that.]

[She does not want to deal with Rip in person. Well, she never wants to deal with Rip in person, but especially not now. Have a disgruntled Sir Hellsing on the opposite line.]

Explain this.

[What Rip receives next, is a forwarded notification listing Rip as a 'gracious donor' for Integra to compete in a drag race, which she distinctly does not recall signing up for. Rip, you dun fucked up.]

Vat's there to explain~? Its charity und you already dress in suits.

[The amusement in her voice is all too easy to hear.]

Besides, I thought you vould appreciate me attempting to do zome good for the community.

[Really?]

I can only presume you seek to humiliate me, madam. In which case, I have no intention of allowing you to do so.

[Meaning, she's going with this if only to surpass her expectations. Integra isn't about to back down from a challenge.]

Edited Date: 2015-09-18 05:07 am (UTC)

Now vhy vould you think a thing like that~? Vhy vould I vish to humiliate my beloved Master.

[Can Integra hear the edge when she said that? Of course this is Rip's intention. If she can't kill the woman, she's going to put her through hell in various other ways.]

Of course, of course~. Besides, you already vear suits und are zhe manliest man I've ever met, besides Zorin anyvay.

I'm sure you vill do fine.

[Uh-huhhhh...]

Well that's encouraging.

[She's a ~lady, Rip. How rude!!]

[Then prove it~. Even she wears dresses from time to time.]

Good! Zhen Good Luck vith your luck down zhe catvalk.

[Go break a leg! Literally.]

[So has she, Rip! But that's neither here nor there...]

You're helping me.

[She's decided, all of just now. Sorry Rip, Integra doesn't know the first thing about drag.]

[....This is NOT how she wanted this to go.]

Und exactly, HOW do you suggest I do zhat.

[....]

I don't know the first bloody thing about drag.

[You got her into this mess, now you're getting her out...]

[Just silence.]

You dress in suits und act male despite being a voman und you haf no idea vat drag is.

[The fact that Rip, who spend fifty years hiding in a jungle knows and Integra doesn't is a little much to take in.]

Tell me you are joking.

[She's also refused to cut her hair the entirety of her career. Explain that one...]

Do you believe I had a chance advancing in my career any other way?

[Way to be dense, Rip...]

Allow me to reiterate. I understand the basic gist, but the culture of drag itself is something I've never been able to comprehend.

[Not judging, tho...]

[Soft snort.]

Und do you zhink I vould haf made First Lieutenant if I didn't dress zhe vay I do?

You vere born into zhe job. I had to fight for my rank.

[Lets just say this is an argument that might need to be avoided...]

Vats there to comprehend? You dress up, pretend to be masculine und put on a little show for zhe audience. It iz not like you are going to go on to be a full time performing drag king or zomething.

[She doesn't doubt Rip understands her struggles, and yet...]

What, and you believe being seen as 'Arthur's daughter' helped me win the respect of the Round Table?

[Sorry Rip, they're already here. She cannot even be bothered to think of the drag show right now. Don't think you've gotten yourself out of it, though.]

I vould imagine your pet monster won you more zhan helped out by striking fear into zhem.

[Rip's tone carries all her hatred for the monster that killed her in the end. It's... kind of hard to hide.]

Is it so impossible for you to believe I wished to be judged by my own merits?

[Not all of us use that kind of currency.]

[Soft Snort. Does that answer your question?]

You mean zhe merits I haf yet to see~? You tell ozher people vat to do, occasionally stab poor innocent people to a tree und take avay all my fun.

[Namur shows up in the early afternoon the Saturday following Rip's network post, his hair recently combed for once, his colorful print shirt freshly cleaned and worn "Fishman Island Style"- which is to say, completely unbottoned and open in the front. The ride to the new rock climbing facility is pretty uneventful, all things said and done. It's not until they're actually inside, looking up at the sheer, fabricated cliff as attendants scurry around adjusting harnesses that Namur voices any kind of opinion on the so-called adventure they've taken on.]

Thing looks lame as shit. This's s'posed t' be rock climbin'?

[The hand and footholds are so obvious, screwed in to the side of the thing and brightly colored to boot. Damn. Namur elbows Rip a little, chuckling.]

Ever scurry up one a these things 'fore?

[Rip arrived not long after he did. For once she wasn't wearing her usual suit and ties. She traded that out for a pair of jeans and a dark grey t-shirt with a black cat on the front. Her hair was pulled back into a long simple braid just to keep it out of the way while they climbed.

Though... considering what they were going to climb, she wondered why she bothered.]

My thoughts exactly. I've scaled cliff faces more interesting zhan this.

[She smiled slightly at the elbowing and glanced over at him.]

One of zhese? No. But, it shouldn't be zhat hard~.

Race y' t' the top!

[The attendants clear out, and Namur swings himself up onto the handholds, scaling the cliff face with ease. It isn't long, however, before something seems wrong. His hands start slipping off some of the holds as if they've been greased, or they'll disappear completely the moment he touches them.

Namur grunts, coming to a realization. The climbing wall is booby trapped.

Maybe it's not as lame as he thought.]

Hell yeah, bring it! Sheheheheheh!!!

[Rip laughs at the challenge before taking to the wall herself. She tests the first few hand and foot holds before taking off up the wall herself.

They seemed easy.. until she saw Namur have an issue with a hold. Rip snickered and considered the wall again with a vicious grin.]

Zhat's more like it~.

[She manages a few more holds before she finds a slippery one and shifts her weight to stay on the wall. Sometimes being long limbed and slight is an advantage~.

She tests a few more, finding one or two that disappeared or seemed greased before finding a new one that was sound. Her advancement was definitely slowed, but, it was fun~.

Even her foot slipped. Then she was cursing while laughing and looking for a new foot hold.]

[Namur scrambles trying to find a way up. Some of the holds pop out as sharpened spikes, some spray water in his face. Really though, the greased ones are the worst, since it gets stuck on his hands and feet and then even the non-greased ones get slippery. He notices Rip lose her footing, and hooks his toe into an empty slot not far below hers, creating a much larger hold.]

Aw c'mon girl, don't go fallin' for me already. Date's jus' gettin' started!

[She hasn't encountered the water yet..But she does use his foot to help balance her self back again and grasp for another trustworthy hold.

Rip turns her head to flash him a grin.]

Zhen I better keep my grip~. Besides, even at zhis height zhe fall vouldn't hurt me.

[She tested a few more new footholds until she found one that worked and stepped off his foot and cautiously pulled herself up. Rip was able to go a few more holds before coming across a spiked hand hold.

She snorted faintly as she quickly pulled her hand back before being impaled and went in search of another.]

[Namur likes the water ones more than the ones that suddenly shoot out flames. Just saying.]

Some girls got no 'preciation for a good double meanin', damn.

[Once she's off his foot Namur swings over a little so he's not right beneath her and works his way up. He moves decisively, pulling a hand hold first to set off any traps, then taking hold and hauling himself forward. His legs are mostly for balance, and sometimes he doesn't even bother using a foothold, he just creates tension with his toes and calls it good so long as he's got a good grip elsewhere. He gets into trouble once, where there aren't any immediate handholds even within his long reach, so he sets his teeth, does a bit of distance gauging, and jumps with his arms to reach the next set. As they near the top, Namur breathes a little heavier than usual, his heart racing, with little bruises and burns here and there from the traps. The wall turned out less lame than expected, and he couldn't be more pleased.]

[Personally, she doesn't like either, but, she'll deal.]

I haf plenty of appreciation vhen I'm zhe one doing zhe flirting~. Besides, it takes more zhan a little date to get me head over heels.

[Rip has her own issues climbing the walls. Like looking her grip on occassion. Every time she recovers with a vicious grin and even lets a spike nearly impale her hand just to grip it and swing herself up. By the time she nears the top, She's in high spirits and just grinning.

Unlike him, she wasn't breathing hard to her heart racing. Just another perk of being a vampire~.]

Naw y' jus' dig dudes who're half dead an' dyin'. No wonder y' think y' got all this endurance.

[Namur winks, then hauls himself up the last little bit, turning to sit on the edge of the wall. She's missing out. There's something nice about feeling physical exertion. Some shitty chemicals in the brain, maybe. Namur tries to remember their names, but he'd never been good at memorizing them. People and fish he remembers. Other things come harder. Oh well.]

Sheheh! Damn though. Thought they's makin' us sign a hell of a lotta papers. Now I know why.

[That made her laugh as she managed the last few traps to haul herself up beside him a few moments later.]

If you knew my previous lovers, you vould think again~.

[He may think she's missing out, but Rip doesn't think so. She gets her kicks in other ways~. ]

It makes zhe papervork vorth it~. Und now zhe fun part, getting down vithout getting scorched or impaled.

[Namur snorts, unhooking his harness from the belaying line as he stands, turning his back to the edge.]

Wanna take the wall, 's cool. Be waitin' for y' at the bottom.

[With that, he jumps backward. He backflips, spins, then curls into a final front flip before crashing into the ground, channeling his momentum outward so the floor takes the full brunt rather than himself. He might have done some damage if the company hadn't lined the floor around the climbing wall with thick padding. Even so, it ripples out around him, leaving a small crater where the padding shifts. Namur stands up from his crouch, cracking his neck from side to side.]

Hell yeah, landed it!

[Then he glances back up. That was pretty cool, right? Was she watching? Did she see?]

[Now that has style~. Rip's more than a little amused as she watches him show off on the way down.. and that crater is very impressive.

So yes, she saw it all~. And it was inspiring.

Rip tilts her head slightly, gauging the way down and the wall itself before unhooking her own harness and just, stepping off the wall.

She twisted as her hair flowed up from the rush of her decent and landed a little more delicately than he did and on her feet.]

Now zhat vas a rush~!

[He has a lot more mass than she does, to be fair. Namur has to admit, given a few moments to just look at her as she gets progressively clearer in his vision, he really digs the jeans and t-shirt look. He's working hard to think of something witty to say, and opens his mouth to talk when they get interrupted by a member of the facility's staff storming up.]

What do you two think you're doing? Unhooking from the safety cables is strictly against the rules!

[Give Namur a moment. He's too busy laughing at this to respond.]

[At least he enjoyed her show just as much as she enjoyed his. Now about the interloper.

Rip brushed her hair back and tilted her head a she observed the worker before waving him off.]

Despite vat you zhink, ve are not delicate daisies to need safety cables. If safety vas you major concern, you vouldn't haf set traps long zhe climbing vall.

[The interloper, unfortunately, is required to stick around until the matter is resolved.]

It's in the paperwork, ma'am. I'll have to ask you to leave.

[About the only laws taken seriously in Cerealia are corporate laws, which puts this poor man in a difficult situation.

Namur finally gets over his giggle fit with a cough and a shake of his head, then turns toward Rip, slipping his fingers underneath one of the harness straps and pulling her closer to him.]

'S fine, we's leavin' anyway.

[He slides his fingers along the strap, taking the opportunity to brush against her more than the thick canvas, and helpfully undoes one of the buckles. The facility staff scrubs a hand over his face, muttering quietly.]

Aton have mercy, it's not even been a week.

Vho takes zhe time to read zhe papervork anyvay~.

[She snickers as Namur pulls her close and taking the hint, decides to be helpful in removing his harness as well. Gloved hands may be wandering just a little more than along the canvas and slipping into... questionable places with bare skin.

Rip barely spares the attendant a glance as she leans in to kiss Namur. They may be on their way out, but not without giving this poor soul a nervous breakdown first.]

[Oh that- that worked out better than expected. Namur is more than accommodating when a woman wants to get her hands all over his bare skin. It sends hot and cold thrills all over his body and brings a faint purple into his cheeks. He clicks a few more of her buckles loose. A part of him notices the staffer smelling immensely uncomfortable, even though neither of them are removing anything indecent, but that's quickly becoming background noise. He just wants a good excuse to pull her whole body up against him, and hot damn if she doesn't give him one a moment later! Namur leans down to press his mouth against hers, sliding his hands over her back until one is cupping the back of her head and the other cups her butt. He lets that be as it may for a breath, then pushes himself forward against her and nips at her bottom lip with the points of his teeth. It's obvious he's done it before, as he uses just enough pressure to pinch, but not dig into her fragile skin.]

Edited Date: 2015-12-03 09:37 pm (UTC)

[He wasn't the only one that sensed the staffer was uncomfortable. Rip was reveling in it and she could practically hear the muffled protests of their audience as she was pulled against her companion and lips find hers.

While his hands move, so are hers. They slide up his chest to glide over his shoulders as she deepens the kiss with a soft teasing growl when sharp teeth nip at the bottom of her lip.

Her body moves with him, more than happy to be right there~. Part of her wished he would have drew blood... but, that kind of excitement wasn't for everyone. ]

[Namur grins at her noise, opening his jaws for a slightly larger nip when the attendant coughs. Or gags. It's hard to say. But it's loud enough to insist attention.]

Oh come on, you two. I'm sure you're all very happy to be in love or whatever but could you please just. Not? In here, anyway? There's a free shuttle to the Pleasure District. Or, you know. Sidewalks and parks, outside, if you honestly can't make it that far. Just pass me the harnesses and you can be on your way. Okay?

[Namur starts chuckling, the purple on his cheeks brightening to almost pink.]

Think this guy's gettin' jus' a li'l too jelly we're gettin' action an' he ain't.

[The man sighs.]

Yes, that's it exactly. Your harnesses, please?

[It's Namur's turn to roll his eyes, but he steps back, strips the climbing harness off, and passes it over.]

Hey Rip, I got a question. Ain't gotta breathe, right?

[Rip spares the poor man a glance when he tries to get their attention.]

Looks zhat vay, I vonder if he wants in on zhe action.

[She's joking of course~. Rip giggles before stepping away to take off her harness and making it look like she's stripping before finally handing it over to the red faced attendant.

Once that was done, she was turning her attention back to Namur.]

Right. Benefit of already being dead. I don't haf to breathe unless I vant to or need to speak. Vhy do you ask~?

[It takes him a few moments to get reply. The attendant isn't the only one who noticed Rip showing off.]

Uhhh. Oh, right! Thought maybe we'd go for a li'l swim out in the gardens.

[The attendant beats a hasty retreat, while Namur drops his arm around her waist.]

'Less yer scared y' might drown.

[A swim? She raises an eyebrow at that and the possibilities it represented for their little 'date'.]

Drowning iz hardly a fear of mine.

[Unless there was ice, then he wouldn't be able to get her near the water.]

Zo lets get going.

[It's spring, there's no ice. Namur escorts Rip outside and angles them toward the Gardens.]

Heard there's some bitey shits in there, aye? Figured we could stop in an' get somethin' t' eat.

[Then they won't have any problems. Rip's had enough being frozen under the ice for one lifetime.]

Not a bad idea, zhough it vill be mostly you eating~. Vampire remember?

Well yeah, that's why-

[Namur wrinkles his nose. Trying to think things through is hard.]

Bitey shits bleed too, y' know.

[She laughs at that.]

Yes und if ve are undervater, it's harder to drink a liquid ozher than vater~.

Oh, 's that it? Then we jus' get 'em t' go. Drag 'em back up t' the surface an' have a shitty picnic!

[Namur's logic can't be beat.]

[It's wonderful logic~.]

Zhen vat are ve vaiting for~? Lets go haf a picnic.

[He scoops her up onto his shoulder just because... well. He wants to. Namur's heart is still a little bit up in his throat from before, the mental ghost of her fingertips teasing against his skin every so often, and he needs her solid mass to keep him present.]

Ever spent much time underwater 'fore or 's it jus' kinda a thing that happens once in awhile?

[She laughs as he picks her up and puts her on his shoulder. He's not the only one that wants more physical contact.

She runs a hand through his hair as she settles there and relaxes, just letting him carry her for now.]

Not really, no. It iz a thing zhat only happens on occasion. I'm more of a jungle huntress zhan a sea predator.

But, it IZ alvays fun to change things up every once in awhile.

Sheheh, oughta start practicin'. Far's I can tell, the bitey shits in the lake's the only livin' things comes in an' out from the jungle.

[Namur chuckles, leaning his head into her caress, then shifting it to the other side to nudge against her leg. He nips at her thigh, careful not to let his teeth snag in the cloth of her pants. She'll have to be patient if she wants him to bite harder.]

I zuppose, zhough I still like going into zhe jungle to hunt.

[She grinned at the nip and gently tugged on his hair. Patience for a follow through on that promise is easy enough~.

He just better deliver later.]

I just need to get a new musket first sadly. My old one got melted by zhe stupid fox.

[She pouts. She really liked that gun.. it had been made for her after all.]

Sheheheheh all I been hearin' is shitty fox this an' stupid fox that. Makes Maris seem like a good guy in comparison.

[He nips at her leg again, just to be a shit.]

Somethin' special 'bout that musket? Pretty sure we can find y' one.

Vat can I say~. Zhe fire spirit irked me.

[She smirks at the second nip and tightens her grip in his hair as a response. Two can play at that game~.]

Nozhing special about it at all. My abilities are just more effective vith a musket compared to ozher veapons.

[It's enough to make him pull a face for a moment.]

Yankin' my chain all y' got, sweetheart?

[Namur pinches her side, fingertips digging in. He waggles his eyebrows, just in case she missed that he's teasing.]

[She got the tease and it amused her to tug more on his hair before pulling her hand out and removing one of her white gloves. Then she slid her hand down the hand pinching her and down to his arm before digging her fingers into his skin and then raking them up his arm.]

I don't know~. Vat do you zhink?

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[Instead of getting goosebumps- something that just doesn't happen with his thick hide- Namur blushes fiercely, cheeks and nose blowing past the subtle darkening stage and going straight to the point where they turn bright. It's not that he's bashful or shy, though. It's just that his pulse picked up a little and blood flow is redistributing itself and apparently his body feels a biological need to advertise. He had to have had a salmon-type somewhere in his family lines. Or maybe a cuttlefish.

Namur nods his head a few times, getting himself over her sass, finding some of his own.]

Tell y' what I think, sweetheart. Think yer gonna get soaked.

[He says it as dirty as possible with as lecherous an expression as he can muster. But a moment later his shoulder drops and he's pivoting for momentum. Namur chucks Rip into a nearby lake- they'd arrived at the Gardens, after all- and expertly dives after her, barely making a splash.]

[Now that was a fun reaction~. Rip watched as he became bright red and just admired the fact that something so.. small could get that kind of a reaction. She had been right, he was going to be fun]

Am I~?

[That's as far as she got teasing him back before she suddenly felt him shift and sat up a little straighter. Seconds later she was soaring through the air with a screech before splashing down.

Rip hadn't realized that they arrived otherwise, she might have been a little more prepared when she hit the water. Unsurprisingly, she was sinking as she struggled to regain her wits enough to start kicking her way into a stable position underwater. Heading up wasn't a priority since she didn't need to breathe, just... stabilizing herself to get some control over her new environment.

Then it was looking for Namur and wondering whether or not he followed in. She didn't hear another splash... ]

[Even though she didn't notice, he's there, slipping through the water with a smirk. He circles around her once, welcoming her below the surface.]

See? Jus' got a way 'bout me, I guess. Sheheheheh!

[Namur puts his arms to either side of Rip, forcing her deeper before finally slowly wrapping them loosely around her waist. He presses his mouth against her lips, waiting to see what she'll do before pulling her flush against him.]

[Once she spotted him, she twisted her body to follow them as he circled her. Obviously she wasn't that great in water, but she wasn't suffering either. ]

I can zee that~.

[She slipped her arms around his neck when he pulled her in close and dived deeper. It was.. interesting to see what kind of wildlife was down here and then got distracted from looking when she felt lips against hers.

Rip's attention quickly refocused to him and started to kiss back as she was pressed flush against him and immediately tried to dominate the kiss.]

[Surprisingly, Namur is A-Ok with letting her take control of the kiss. Honestly, he doesn't have much kissing game- mostly for lack of pliable lips. But he loves it when a girl decides to kiss him into oblivion anyway. He returns the affection with his hands and his chest and his hips, and the occasional husky gasp for breath when she does something particularly hot. Rip gets her lip pulled between the points of his teeth; his knee hooked around her leg; and his fingertips fanning out along the base of her spine, questing under the hemline of her t-shirt, then sliding in almost a perfect line up the entirety of her back. When he reaches the top he curls his fingertips inward, pressing nails against her skin, and drags them down the way they came, changing pressure only when necessary to avoid getting stuck on any undergarments.]

[Then he must adore considering she was definitely attempting to kiss him into oblivion and only letting him break it to 'breathe' while her hands started to wander like his were.

The feel of his body wrapping around hers while hands slid up her back was very welcomed as she felt nails press against her pale skin.

She let out a soft gasp as he raked them down her back and nipped at him,smirking faintly as she playfully bit at him.]

[Pleasant shivers run up Namur's spine when Rip begins exploring, muscles tensing beneath her cool touch. He lets her get her teeth on him a little and snaps back, nuzzling in to the crook of her neck to pinch her skin with his mouth. They're slowly drifting toward the bottom of the lake, tiny puffs of silt billowing around them like clouds any time they disturb it too much. He angles his shoulder as they settle, rolling on top and pushing her arms up over her head so he can bring webbed fingers down over the underside of her palms, wrists, and elbows.]

[They were at the bottom already? She tilted her head to look up as he nuzzled and nipped at her neck.

Then they were rolling and before Rip knew it, she was on bottom with her arms above her in the silt, small clouds puffing around them as she shifted beneath him as he pinned her there.

Rip never realized how soft the bottom of a lake could be as the water tugged at her clothing and left her long braid sort of floating above the pillowy ground.

Down here, she was at a disadvantage, she couldn't move nearly as fast as she usually did nor could she move like she wanted. Namur had that complete advantage~. He better enjoy that because on land, she would be the one calling the shots.

She smirked up at him, her legs parting to let him settle between them as she tugged against his hold, looking to see just how good of a grip those webbed fingers of his had on her.]

[He wasn't holding her arms very tight. Rather, he'd been admiring their softness, his fingers barely glancing over her smooth skin. Rip pulling her arms in brought him back to the present, and he grins. Namur takes his time pushing back up to a kneeling position between her legs, his knees supporting her hips and his hands travelling sensuously over her body and down to her thighs. He rubs his hands along the inner thighs, using her pants to pull her closer while he pushes forward, making brief contact at the apex. He intended to do it only once, to tease, and see what kind of reaction she'd have, but finds himself rocking forward and doing it a couple more times, mind getting lost in the push and pull and hot pressure.]

[There was definitely something she liked about this pose. Perhaps it was the way his hands were traveling down her body while she lay spread out beneath him, or maybe it was the way he was pulling her closer so he could move against her.

The brief contact was enough to entice her to squeeze her knees against his sides, enticing him to tease her a little more and happily accepting the next few teasing rocks as she bucked her hips against his thrusts.

Two could play at that game~.]

[Hell

yes.

If they weren't underwater he'd be gasping for breath. His gills flare instead. Namur slides his hands up her torso again, this time taking the hem of her t-shirt with them, exposing her belly. He curls forward, following Rip's rising shirt with tender little bites, until he finds a spot that makes her react more favorably than the others. He shifts to wrap his arms around her and nibbles at that spot to see how far he can take her that way.]

[Each little bite makes her body tense beneath him as goosebumps travel along her skin from the tender little bite.

When he found that one spot.. he would know right away! Her body tensed as her back arched, hips bucking against his as he continually nibbles at that sensitive little spot just under her breasts and right at the bottom of her rib cage.

Every little nibble made her shudder and drew out the occasional buck of her hips as she tightened her legs around his waist.]

[Namur chuckled a little, still biting at her ribs, savoring the way it made her squirm. He dug his nails into Rip's back again, and bit wide enough to have something to hang onto as he brought his hands all the way down to the waistline of her pants, then let go with his teeth as he traced his fingers along just under the hem until they met low on her abdomen. Fanning his fingers out so he could feel her with the webs, he surged upward, and picked up sliding her shirt over her head where he'd left off earlier. Namur stretched out on top of her, nuzzling his nose under her chin, setting his teeth against her throat, then seeking out her ear. His voice somehow carries through the water as it normally would, raspier than usual, and breathless.]

Seems like yer havin' fun, babe. Want more?

[He tensed and slid his abs against hers, just so she'd be sure what more he was talking about.]

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[Every nip, every bite and even the feel of his nails spurned her on. Rip bucked her hips and trembled beneath his hands as she clenched her legs against him.

The feel of webbed hands along her soft pale skin moving her shirt up.. She was loving it~. Rip tilted her head up when he nuzzled under her chin and felt fangs press against her delicate throat.

It wouldn't be hard to clamp down and tear it out.. or for him to destroy her if he wanted... and that seemed to excite her even more as he spoke in her ear. ]

Yes~. Give me more before I take it from you.

[There was no doubt what he was talking about~. Her shirt was already floating off, leaving her in a black lack bra and pants... perhaps he should see if the panties matched the bra next~.]

Sheheheh shit yer impatient.

[Smirking, Namur takes one of her hands and begins to explore every finger one by one. Touching, pulling, pressing his lips against them, biting them. Then her palm, wrist, and the back of her hand, and so on until he's covered everything she wants in little scratches and bite marks. If she doesn't seem to appreciate something he does he moves on quickly, but when she does, he lingers. He wants more of her, too, but he wants to drive her mad- and make her enjoy every moment. She'll get what he asked, and probably more than she bargained for in some ways, but she won't be able to claim he isn't thorough.]

[Can he blame her? He was hitting almost all the right notes to get her excited.

Even the nips.. the bites, the little tugs to her fingers and hands excited her and she could smell her blood from the little scratches. Nothing large.. just faint little traces where his teeth dug a little much into her skin to leave thin little scratch marks.

He'll find there isn't much she doesn't enjoy, though, she does tug away a little when he went for the back of her hands, a spot she definitely wanted him to stay away from considering the seals.

Rip let out soft little pleased moans as he continued to nibble and tease her fingers and occasionally rocked her hips against his, teasing him as much as he was teasing her, though considering the position.. there wasn't too much she could do to tease right now.]