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ZeroForever wrote:
Maiden Miki - Michael Anderson AKA The Hub
(do note as you’re a mutant you have a power collar on as well)
The bathroom was empty now but very pink, the floor definitely a high end marble stone. The room contained only large number of stalls lining the wall and a ritzy sink made of marble as well. Luckily for him no one else was in there at the moment.
(Michael hesitance however triggered some hazy new unpleasant memories about how he mustn’t be late for his next class, some hazy thoughts about ‘VR training’ instilling a deep seated fear in him. Meanwhile his overcoat began to soften, the fabric constancy altering slowly, while the bottom edges became frilly. His mutant powers blocked for the moment he didn’t actually feel them changing. His body mass began to slowly redistribute the fat locations for his tiny frame shifting slightly)
The room is as empty as it is large as there’s is no response to the inquiry; it was definitely a 5 star condo if he had ever seen one. The entire room was a mix of red, white, and pink with wall facing the bed a wall size projection TV. There various doors throughout the room most partially open some leading to what was likely a bathroom and closet given the articles of cloths scattered about the floor. There is some furniture scattered in an elegant way about the room, as he looks around there’s a letter on the night stand with a random scribble.
That was a busy night Tiger <3 <3, anyways I have a noon gig. Lunch is in the fridge. Clean up the toys.
Don’t forget we have a photo shoot at 4, at Gold Star beach.
Love MJ
The toys in question became obvious as he moved about the bed; various dildos and other things outlines became rather evident under the sheets.
(Ben’s spider sense had already disappeared with the headache; His superhuman strength was beginning to decline to a more ‘normal human’ level, on his ring finger was rather expensive multi-diamond ring. Seeing the toys a very hazy recollection of various sex acts with MJ spring to mind but are gone just as quickly however now various memories of wedding ceremony few months back are now muddled in his head as well.)
ZeroForever wrote:Stan Darkwood AKA The Sentinel
Wakes up on the couch in an apartment the battle feeling as if it was a pleasant dream; however that feeling disappears quickly as horrible hangover in addition to reality induced haze is more than enough to make him want to worship the porcelain god. The foul taste in his mouth noting that it likely wasn’t the first time he had in the last few hours. His clothing looks like a suit he’d pulled from a mafia member, reeking a mix of carrots and alcohol.
ZeroForever wrote:Maiden Miki - Michael Anderson AKA The Hub
As Micheal looked out the door the first thing that came to mind was rich, the embellished hallways with monuments and painting lining the halls. There was still a few lingering girls in the hall either dressed in a school uniform or in a maid outfit, each of the former usually followed by one of the latter through there were a few by themselves. As he attempted to use his power he instead was met with a throbbing headache, the neck device instead emanating in a low volume standard robotic voice “One demerit for attempting to use powers without authorization”.
(at the word demerit… pure dread filled him once more, fuzzy memories of detention surfacing reminding him that she was just a mutant. The frills began to circle around the bottom of the trench coat, the ends merging together as to form a single piece of cloth, the merging however moving up the front quickly closing it up. The fat didn’t really move too much other than a slight amount more in the chest and buttock area the amount not really noticeable in the loose fitting cloths, the flesh in the area however became significantly tenderer the t-shirt not doing them any favors.)
The bathroom is just as rich as the bedroom with its own 10 person size Jacuzzi, sauna, another 50 inch TV in front of the3 toilet and more feminine hygiene products then he even knew existed. It was also filled with the scent of rosemary, and dozens of other flagrances that he couldn’t even tell.
(as he looks at the bath memories of how fantastic the Jacuzzi is returns to his head, oddly enough he remembers liking some of the bathing soaps as various names return to mind. His muscles continued to atrophy, his super human strength nearly gone they still decreased though not overly apparent other than a missing 6 pack and other minor details.)
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