Magical Sailor Fuku

Vasily steps back, now fully in the doorway. "I am not lost. You will be telling me where everyone on this station went. There was great battle here. Tell me, what happened!" He flourishes his knife, setting it in a more offensive position and making it clear to her that he means business.

The maid giggles. "Everyone is where they should be... the casino is run efficiently." She stares at him... seeming to realize he is there for the first time. "You are out of place... you must come with me..." She walks closer... those high heels clacking on the metal floor as her breasts jiggle from the movement. Something about her is... hypnotic... He may find himself hesitating... wanting to just... look at her a bit longer...

Vasily squints, shakes his head. Something... isn't right. "You will stay back! Any closer, and I will end you!" He stares at her undulating curvature, his knife wavering from position. "You do not want to know how bad of man I am!"

And those undulating curves grow closer... and closer... her flowery perfume wafting up... enticing more of his senses. If he can tear his eyes away from those bouncing breasts... swaying hips... he might be able to notice her perfect face twitch slightly... before mouthing the word: 'Run.'

Knight Errant wrote:The barkeep blinks. "Is that so? Well things are still under construction. No doubt it will all be fixed soon." She shrugs. "Would you like a drink...?"

Alex shakes his head, irritated. "No, no drinks. And what about the other group, the repair group that was supposed to check this blackout? Do you know anything about them?"

((There was this thing involving Turkey and then one involving sales. And racist family members...))

He examines the tram as he carefully goes inside, looking for more details on the "construction"

Vasily falters, falling under the spell of this enchanting maid... until he hears her warn him to run. He frowns... and growls. "I run from no one." His anger helping him filter through the trance, he rushes the maid and attacks, aiming to knock her quickly to the ground and shove the knife under her throat, just hard enough to draw a little blood but not kill.

Ookalf wrote:Alex shakes his head, irritated. "No, no drinks. And what about the other group, the repair group that was supposed to check this blackout? Do you know anything about them?"

The barkeeper blinks. "More guests? I suppose they would have ended up at the tower, eventually." She nods to the skyscraper that sits on the hub of the casino.

Kether wrote:((There was this thing involving Turkey and then one involving sales. And racist family members...))

He examines the tram as he carefully goes inside, looking for more details on the "construction"

((These things happen. Hope everything turned out alright.))

The tram is oddly spotless. No sign of use or damage. The woman sits down as they start up. She smiles. "I cant wait to see your show!"

muffinstud wrote:Vasily falters, falling under the spell of this enchanting maid... until he hears her warn him to run. He frowns... and growls. "I run from no one." His anger helping him filter through the trance, he rushes the maid and attacks, aiming to knock her quickly to the ground and shove the knife under her throat, just hard enough to draw a little blood but not kill.

It goes nearly perfectly... though she is strangely more stable and hard to knock down than he'd think... a dainty thing in high heels, but he had used less force on grown men. And the knife... it dimples against her skin... which, looking closer is oddly... shiny. But doesn't break that skin. "G-guest... acting out. Must... restrain." Comes the words from her lips... oddly forced. As her slender form twists... arm going to grab the hand holding the knife... with surprising speed and strength.

(Nothing more than usual family gatherings and problems there in)

He raises his eyebrow in confusion then looks over at the woman again. IT almost seems like she's a glitched machine with all the programming out of sort, but she's clearly alive right? She's in some part demonstrated her Humanity. Her organicness. It is a bit of a quandry the question is whether or not talking to her would actually answer any questions or continue with her confused and addled mind.

Really he needed to find someone who wasn't so.. out of it.

She certainly looks like a person. Androids were in their infancy, really... not much more than prototypes have been shown so far. He half remembers something about their being a synthetic band that was supposed to play on the station, but thats about it.

The train runs swiftly through the innards of the casino... emerging into the hub. The elevated track gives them quite the view... They seem to be headed off into the entertainment subdistrict. Down below are streets lined with clubs and theaters... some lit with lights and sound, others still dark and inactive.

Knight Errant wrote:She certainly looks like a person. Androids were in their infancy, really... not much more than prototypes have been shown so far. He half remembers something about their being a synthetic band that was supposed to play on the station, but thats about it.

The train runs swiftly through the innards of the casino... emerging into the hub. The elevated track gives them quite the view... They seem to be headed off into the entertainment subdistrict. Down below are streets lined with clubs and theaters... some lit with lights and sound, others still dark and inactive.

He continues his quiet examination of the woman, since rather talking didn't seem to gain him much resembling information. she didn't seem traumatized. Was this potentially an elaborate Fuge state, her mind in complete denial of the situation all around her having shut down into full on delusion? He wasn't exactly a psychologist, but knowledge of how people think was rather a required part of his job.

OF course she could just be dim, and there really could just be accidents its rather hard to figure out with what is available

Charlie looked up at her with a blush. He knew he shouldn't be tired, but he just felt so calm and docile, that it was perhaps affecting him. He let out a little moan when her fingers started to stoke at his hair, sending little pleasant tingles through his scalp and down his spine, making him squirm, which in turn rustled the dress.

"Maybe... just a little nap... ", he found himself saying.




In the mirror was what appeared to be a pretty, blue-haired young woman. There was no indication it was actually Clark in the bodysuit, as she looked so perfectly natural and real. He might have even found she looked rather sexy, with the way the short dress hung around her plump thighs, and that full chest that slightly strained the black silky maid's dress.

"If you try and fight it... they just take control... ", says Alice as she leans down to begin re-making the bed that Clarke had fallen onto.

Knight Errant wrote:The barkeeper blinks. "More guests? I suppose they would have ended up at the tower, eventually." She nods to the skyscraper that sits on the hub of the casino.

Alex follows the barkeeper's gaze. "The administration offices are up there, right? I suppose that would be a logical place to go... Now, are you sure you don't know anything else?"

Vasily smirks once he has the girl pinned. "Now, you will tal-What the?" He recoils at the sudden movement from his prey, her strength grabbing his arm and wrenching it enough to make him drop the knife. His eyes go wide and he twists around to try to gain the advantage of leverage over her strength... and to gain access to her broom.

Kether wrote:He continues his quiet examination of the woman, since rather talking didn't seem to gain him much resembling information. she didn't seem traumatized. Was this potentially an elaborate Fuge state, her mind in complete denial of the situation all around her having shut down into full on delusion? He wasn't exactly a psychologist, but knowledge of how people think was rather a required part of his job.

OF course she could just be dim, and there really could just be accidents its rather hard to figure out with what is available

The tram car eventually stops among the half populated street. The door sliding open. His companion hops out redily. "Follow me! Your venue is right this way!"

Harri-chan wrote:Charlie looked up at her with a blush. He knew he shouldn't be tired, but he just felt so calm and docile, that it was perhaps affecting him. He let out a little moan when her fingers started to stoke at his hair, sending little pleasant tingles through his scalp and down his spine, making him squirm, which in turn rustled the dress.

"Maybe... just a little nap... ", he found himself saying.




In the mirror was what appeared to be a pretty, blue-haired young woman. There was no indication it was actually Clark in the bodysuit, as she looked so perfectly natural and real. He might have even found she looked rather sexy, with the way the short dress hung around her plump thighs, and that full chest that slightly strained the black silky maid's dress.

"If you try and fight it... they just take control... ", says Alice as she leans down to begin re-making the bed that Clarke had fallen onto.

His 'mom' smiles that enchanting smile... continuing those pleasant strokes through his long, silky curls... "Yes... growing girls need their rest!'' Thats... thats right... need rest... she's a growing girl... His mom gently tugs him back to that little girls room... skirts swishing as her heels click... She was so... pretty. Maybe Charlie will grow up to be like her some day...

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Clarke blushes... poking his chest again... it was so... surreal to see that in the mirror. To see an image of quite an attractive girl! This cant be happening... he had to fix it somehow...

Ookalf wrote:Alex follows the barkeeper's gaze. "The administration offices are up there, right? I suppose that would be a logical place to go... Now, are you sure you don't know anything else?"

"No... if your not going to stay here, the administration will know where to put you. They know where everyone goes." She says, a little dazedly.

muffinstud wrote:Vasily smirks once he has the girl pinned. "Now, you will tal-What the?" He recoils at the sudden movement from his prey, her strength grabbing his arm and wrenching it enough to make him drop the knife. His eyes go wide and he twists around to try to gain the advantage of leverage over her strength... and to gain access to her broom.

She has a surprising amount of raw power... but he is just able to lever himself back into a favorable position. The maid squirms under him... her chest bouncing as her eyes have an odd, glassy look to them. He manages to get a grip on the broom!