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[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?