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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 6047798" data-attributes="member: 3285">Holy War: Part 2 – Date NightFiona was dressed in a slinky forest green dress that hugged her muscular curves.&nbsp; She was compact and finely boned, more muscle than fat.&nbsp; The bare-armed dressed showed off her toned arms, which she adorned only with a gold bracelet. She wore gold eye shadow as well.&nbsp; Her hair, brushed and treated, sparkled jet black.&nbsp; Fiona wore heels that elevated her five foot two frame a few more inches.&nbsp; In the right light, her mix of Chinese and Scottish heritage gave her an elfin appearance that was quite appealing.&nbsp; Thredra arrived in a black hearse.&nbsp; She was arrayed in a gown worthy of a Disney villainess, low-cut, her eyes painted a dark shade of purple, her eyebrows arched with jet black ink. Her hair was up in a bun with a purple spider pin holding it together.&nbsp; Her form-fitting, plunging dress fleshed out her angular figure nicely, pushing up parts here, slimming out parts there.&nbsp; Although she looked like she was out for a night of trick-or-treating, Thredra cleaned up nicely in her own way.Jim-Bean and Hammer wore tuxedos. Jim-Bean looked like he'd been wearing tuxes his entire life.&nbsp; Hammer had only worn one once before, at his high school prom, and it showed. &quot;I'm so glad you finally came to your senses, Andy,&quot; said Thedra, her driver Sirahk opening the door for them to join her in the converted hearse, complete with minibar. &quot;Keep it up and you might find our relationship mutually beneficial.&quot;Jim-Bean coughed.&nbsp; &quot;Yeah, sure.&nbsp; Got anything to drink in here?&quot;Thredra wanted to drink and dance, not necessarily in that order, and she suggested Club Eden first.&nbsp; Eden was a gothic-style S&amp;M club. Hammer and Fiona tried lay claim to a booth, but it was unnecessary.&nbsp; Thredra spoke with the bouncer, who spoke with the four people in &quot;her&quot; booth and they promptly left.Sirahk joined them, a near pitch-black-skinned man with a hook nose who wore a black suit and fedora. He never said a word, but he was unnaturally tall -- easily over six and a half feet. Most of the people who tried to approach Thredra, and there were more than a few, were warned off by a glare from the big man. It was clear Thredra was moving up in the criminal hierarchy. After sweating on the dance floor for what seemed like an hour, Thredra finally dragged them back to the booth for more drinks. &quot;Don't worry about the boy,&quot; Thedra she said after casting a spell that would allow her to be heard at the table.&nbsp; &quot;I'm his steward now until he comes of age.&nbsp; But in the interim I've taken over the family business.&nbsp; They have some real firepower in their corner now.&nbsp; We'll be going places.&quot;Jim-Bean just took another sip of his drink.The wedding march began playing from somewhere.&nbsp; Thredra and Fiona exchanged confused glances. Jim-Bean put the drink down. The music stopped.As an experiment, he picked the drink up again and the wedding march started.Thredra stood up.&nbsp; &quot;Stand back.&nbsp; We're under magical attack.&nbsp; Sirahk, clear a path to the exit!&quot;Jim-Bean put one hand on Thredra.&nbsp; &quot;Relax.&nbsp; It's just Archive.&quot;Thredra blinked.&nbsp; &quot;Who?&quot;Archive made his way through the crowd, grinning mischievously.&nbsp; &quot;Hi guys!&quot;&quot;He has a...peculiar sense of humor,&quot; said Hammer.Thedra sighed.&nbsp; &quot;Well since we're up anyway we may as well go.&nbsp; I'm hungry.&nbsp; There's a McDonald's around here somewhere.&quot;&quot;You really are American,&quot; said Jim-Bean. &quot;And I guess you can come too,&quot; she gestured dismissively at Archive.&nbsp; &quot;But no more magic tricks next time or Sirahk might yank out your tongue.&quot;Archive stopped smiling.Sirahk pulled the hearse around front and they clambered in.&nbsp; The nearest McDonald's wasn't near at all, but the night was young.&nbsp; &quot;So Andy,&quot; Thredra propped her chin up with the palm of one hand.&nbsp; &quot;Tell me about yourself.&quot;Jim-Bean nearly coughed up his drink.Fiona grinned. &quot;Yes, ANDY.&nbsp; Tell us all about yourself.&quot;&quot;He doesn't ever take a crap,&quot; said Hammer.&nbsp; &quot;It's his crazy metabolism.&quot;Fiona grimaced and elbowed Hammer. &quot;Classy.&quot;&quot;What?&nbsp; It's true!&quot;Jim-Bean glared at Hammer.&nbsp; &quot;Thanks for that.&quot;Thredra was delighted.&nbsp; &quot;Do tell!&quot;&quot;My metabolism is hyper efficient.&quot;&quot;But you can eat, right Andy?&quot;&quot;Yeah...and my name isn't Andy cook,&quot; he confessed.Thredra feigned shock. &quot;That is totally new information!&quot;&quot;You knew all this time?&quot;Thredra chuckled, patting his leg.&nbsp; &quot;Of course, Jimmy.&nbsp; I own this town now.&quot;Jim-Bean didn't like the sound of that. After eating a messy combination of fries, burgers, and nuggets, the date finally drew to a close.Thredra smiled at Jim-Bean.&nbsp; &quot;Well, this was nice.&nbsp; We acted like civilized people and no corpses were involved.&nbsp; And since you behaved yourself Jimmy I've got a gift for you.&quot;&nbsp; She handed him a gilded box the size of a small suitcase, with skulls in silver filigree on the four corners.&nbsp; Jim-Bean popped it open.&nbsp; Inside were two gold-plated Glocks with skulls engraved on the handle. Jim-Bean spun the box around on his knees to show Hammer.&nbsp; &quot;Merry Christmas.&quot;Hammer's face lit up.&nbsp; &quot;Thank you!&quot;&quot;As long as it makes Jim-Bean happy,&quot; said Thredra, stroking Jim-Bean's neck.&nbsp; He managed to not flinch. &quot;I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.&quot;&quot;Yeah,&quot; replied Jim-Bean flatly.The hearse slowed to a stop. &quot;We're here,&quot; said Thredra mournfully.&nbsp; She got out of the car. The others filed into the mansion. Jim-Bean swallowed and followed her out. Thredra pressed herself against him. &quot;I had a really good time,&quot; she whispered.&quot;Me too,&quot; said Jim-Bean.&nbsp; All he could think about was how her purplish-black lipstick looked like a bruise.&nbsp; &quot;I'm working my way up, Jimmy.&nbsp; We're equals, you and I.&nbsp; You should think about joining me when this is all over.&nbsp; The leader of the Fate, Alzis, wants me to join his organization.&nbsp; He helped me get your friends through PISCES security.&quot;&nbsp; She looked at the sparkling stars.&nbsp; &quot;Oh yes, that's right, you should be on a mission for him right now.&quot; A slow smile crept past her lips.&nbsp; &quot;But you chose to spend it with me instead.&quot;Jim-Bean tried to pretend they hadn't wasted an evening just to get Hammer his pistols.Thredra leaned in for a kiss.&nbsp; Her perfume, which had been coiling its way through his brain for hours, flared white hot in his skull.&nbsp; He kissed her passionately back.&quot;That's more like it.&quot; Thredra gasped, gently touched her forehead against his. &quot;Keep it up and I'll get you more bullets.&quot;Inside, Archive stumbled off into his room.&nbsp; Alone once more, Fiona led Hammer towards her room.&nbsp; They caught sight of Jim-Bean retreating to his own room alone. &quot;You've got something on your forehead,&quot; giggled Fiona over her shoulder.Jim-Bean frowned and furiously rubbed his forehead.&nbsp; White makeup from Thredra's face. He swore and stomped off to his room.It wasn't until the next morning that any of them remembered Alzis' dream.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="talien, post: 6047798, member: 3285"] [b]Holy War: Part 2 – Date Night[/b] Fiona was dressed in a slinky forest green dress that hugged her muscular curves. She was compact and finely boned, more muscle than fat. The bare-armed dressed showed off her toned arms, which she adorned only with a gold bracelet. She wore gold eye shadow as well. Her hair, brushed and treated, sparkled jet black. Fiona wore heels that elevated her five foot two frame a few more inches. In the right light, her mix of Chinese and Scottish heritage gave her an elfin appearance that was quite appealing. Thredra arrived in a black hearse. She was arrayed in a gown worthy of a Disney villainess, low-cut, her eyes painted a dark shade of purple, her eyebrows arched with jet black ink. Her hair was up in a bun with a purple spider pin holding it together. Her form-fitting, plunging dress fleshed out her angular figure nicely, pushing up parts here, slimming out parts there. Although she looked like she was out for a night of trick-or-treating, Thredra cleaned up nicely in her own way. Jim-Bean and Hammer wore tuxedos. Jim-Bean looked like he'd been wearing tuxes his entire life. Hammer had only worn one once before, at his high school prom, and it showed. "I'm so glad you finally came to your senses, Andy," said Thedra, her driver Sirahk opening the door for them to join her in the converted hearse, complete with minibar. "Keep it up and you might find our relationship mutually beneficial." Jim-Bean coughed. "Yeah, sure. Got anything to drink in here?" Thredra wanted to drink and dance, not necessarily in that order, and she suggested Club Eden first. Eden was a gothic-style S&M club. Hammer and Fiona tried lay claim to a booth, but it was unnecessary. Thredra spoke with the bouncer, who spoke with the four people in "her" booth and they promptly left. Sirahk joined them, a near pitch-black-skinned man with a hook nose who wore a black suit and fedora. He never said a word, but he was unnaturally tall -- easily over six and a half feet. Most of the people who tried to approach Thredra, and there were more than a few, were warned off by a glare from the big man. It was clear Thredra was moving up in the criminal hierarchy. After sweating on the dance floor for what seemed like an hour, Thredra finally dragged them back to the booth for more drinks. "Don't worry about the boy," Thedra she said after casting a spell that would allow her to be heard at the table. "I'm his steward now until he comes of age. But in the interim I've taken over the family business. They have some real firepower in their corner now. We'll be going places." Jim-Bean just took another sip of his drink. The wedding march began playing from somewhere. Thredra and Fiona exchanged confused glances. Jim-Bean put the drink down. The music stopped. As an experiment, he picked the drink up again and the wedding march started. Thredra stood up. "Stand back. We're under magical attack. Sirahk, clear a path to the exit!" Jim-Bean put one hand on Thredra. "Relax. It's just Archive." Thredra blinked. "Who?" Archive made his way through the crowd, grinning mischievously. "Hi guys!" "He has a...peculiar sense of humor," said Hammer. Thedra sighed. "Well since we're up anyway we may as well go. I'm hungry. There's a McDonald's around here somewhere." "You really are American," said Jim-Bean. "And I guess you can come too," she gestured dismissively at Archive. "But no more magic tricks next time or Sirahk might yank out your tongue." Archive stopped smiling. Sirahk pulled the hearse around front and they clambered in. The nearest McDonald's wasn't near at all, but the night was young. "So Andy," Thredra propped her chin up with the palm of one hand. "Tell me about yourself." Jim-Bean nearly coughed up his drink. Fiona grinned. "Yes, ANDY. Tell us all about yourself." "He doesn't ever take a crap," said Hammer. "It's his crazy metabolism." Fiona grimaced and elbowed Hammer. "Classy." "What? It's true!" Jim-Bean glared at Hammer. "Thanks for that." Thredra was delighted. "Do tell!" "My metabolism is hyper efficient." "But you can eat, right Andy?" "Yeah...and my name isn't Andy cook," he confessed. Thredra feigned shock. "That is totally new information!" "You knew all this time?" Thredra chuckled, patting his leg. "Of course, Jimmy. I own this town now." Jim-Bean didn't like the sound of that. After eating a messy combination of fries, burgers, and nuggets, the date finally drew to a close. Thredra smiled at Jim-Bean. "Well, this was nice. We acted like civilized people and no corpses were involved. And since you behaved yourself Jimmy I've got a gift for you." She handed him a gilded box the size of a small suitcase, with skulls in silver filigree on the four corners. Jim-Bean popped it open. Inside were two gold-plated Glocks with skulls engraved on the handle. Jim-Bean spun the box around on his knees to show Hammer. "Merry Christmas." Hammer's face lit up. "Thank you!" "As long as it makes Jim-Bean happy," said Thredra, stroking Jim-Bean's neck. He managed to not flinch. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship." "Yeah," replied Jim-Bean flatly. The hearse slowed to a stop. "We're here," said Thredra mournfully. She got out of the car. The others filed into the mansion. Jim-Bean swallowed and followed her out. Thredra pressed herself against him. "I had a really good time," she whispered. "Me too," said Jim-Bean. All he could think about was how her purplish-black lipstick looked like a bruise. "I'm working my way up, Jimmy. We're equals, you and I. You should think about joining me when this is all over. The leader of the Fate, Alzis, wants me to join his organization. He helped me get your friends through PISCES security." She looked at the sparkling stars. "Oh yes, that's right, you should be on a mission for him right now." A slow smile crept past her lips. "But you chose to spend it with me instead." Jim-Bean tried to pretend they hadn't wasted an evening just to get Hammer his pistols. Thredra leaned in for a kiss. Her perfume, which had been coiling its way through his brain for hours, flared white hot in his skull. He kissed her passionately back. "That's more like it." Thredra gasped, gently touched her forehead against his. "Keep it up and I'll get you more bullets." Inside, Archive stumbled off into his room. Alone once more, Fiona led Hammer towards her room. They caught sight of Jim-Bean retreating to his own room alone. "You've got something on your forehead," giggled Fiona over her shoulder. Jim-Bean frowned and furiously rubbed his forehead. White makeup from Thredra's face. He swore and stomped off to his room. It wasn't until the next morning that any of them remembered Alzis' dream. [/QUOTE]

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