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PostPosted: Tue May 09, 2017 8:00 pm    Post subject: The Dollhouse Reply with quote

((Rped live with Shifting Sands (Kate). Thanks for the play.))

Kate waited at the Museum, back in Robbie’s kitchen. She figured this was the best spot because it was where he disappeared before and what if the door only led to one specific spot? Trans-dimensional travel could be a real bitch. Up on the counter, a rhythmic dull thud punctuated the silence as her heels banged softly against the cabinet doors below her. She leaned against the upper cabinets, thumbs tapping and swiping across her phone screen at a rapid pace. Lips moved in a silent mutter, brows knit together as she reviewed the different news feeds to which she subscribed.

Enrapt as she was, Kate didn’t notice the crack start to form in midair. Troy barked and she looked up, seeing the door open right out of nothing. Her text message was finished off before stowing her phone in the bag that sat next to her, hiding the coffee maker. “Sweet baby Traveler, you took your sweet time,” she groused, eyes widened in faux exasperation. “Hey, Dog!” her voice sounding excited just to see his tail wag harder. It was almost cute.

She made no move to remove herself from her countertop perch, waiting for Robbie to come closer. “So, what did Doll have to say? You already met with her, right?”

His hand was on the doorknob that had seemed to come from nowhere. The warmer, wetter air of New Orleans along with city brine flooded forward, overpowering what would have been that all too recognizable cinnamon. The air paused and Robert's eyes held her. Kate tore into the air with her voice, her strange exclamation causing a smile to break.

"I suppose I did." He took a step in, his hand staying on the knob of the door as if concerned that it might close shut behind him. Would they be stalled, kept in Rhy'Din, if the door shut? The logistics for how the keys worked was unclear. The science of how he got there was only as deep as having felt that one of the keys was appropriate.

"She wants something." He didn't say "of course" but it was implied in his tone.

There was certainly an aroma to the humid gust of air that wafted through the invisible door that straddled two worlds. It billowed and puffed around Robert's form, oozing warily into the foreign space of the Underworld Museum. Wrinkling her nose, Kate slid to the floor. Since Robert didn't want to take his hand off the door, Kate would get moving. His concern remained unspoken. She got it. Shouldering the heavy bag off the counter, Kate moved to stand directly in front of Robert, hands on her hips.

"Well, duh. No ***. What does she want and what's she willing to trade for it? Or did she want to pay in sexual favors?" Kate made a face, not even wanting to imagine that horror show. "I'm not jealous, but I would judge you." One arm was thrust toward the door, just over Robert's shoulder. "Well, what are we waiting for? After you, m'lady."

Kate slid off the counter and his eyes moved away from her, checking behind him. When he turned his head to look back in her direction she was already standing before him. Her mouth had a way of hitting the air with the sort of confidence teenagers usually had.

"No," he said to her inquiry about sexual favors, though he had felt Doll's initial attempts had that undertone. That hope that something as easy as sex could get her the unattainable. He cleared his throat, "My predecessor and her did not agree. She wants what she had, what was, to be reinstated." Kate's hand met the door over his shoulder. Her sarcasm urged him on, he turned away from the door and stepped back into New Orleans, not looking back at her until he was certain she had also cleared the threshold.

His right hand hung in a slight hook-shape, palm up, towards her. The wordless offer to carry her bag hung in the air as he continued, "I told her if she could free Roach of the contract without killing her that I would."

Kate's eyes narrowed in thought, working that over in her mind for any holes, prioritizing her questions, finding ways to manipulate the situation if necessary. Robert stepped through the door in front of her, Dog bringing up the rear. As Kate stepped over the invisible threshold, she took the opportunity to appreciate a handful of Robert's ass with a firm squeeze. "What exactly did she have, how is she restrained now? I thought that Roach had to die in order to be released from the contract? That's what you told me. You want Doll to bring her back, as well? Does she have that kind of power?"

Robert turned around to face her and held his hand in a curious shape. She didn't owe him any money so that couldn't be it. Dark brows knit together, looking from the offered hand to his face. "Uh, what are you asking for?" The pilot wasn't used to chivalry. Independence and self-sufficiency were points of pride for her, they were the hallmarks of her brazen confidence. Even if she couldn't handle something, Kate would never let it show.

Whatever his reaction to the squeeze, she wouldn't see it right off. It was no doubt a furrow of his brows followed by a scowl which turned into a suppressed smile towards the end.

"Your bag." At times they were aliens communicating. Look, Robert, smiling, it's what people do when they're happy. Here, Kate, I'm offering to do something nice. Sometimes people help each other. Neither language was particularly foreign except to one another. Sensing she may question his motives, being that she dealt with the questionable in her profession, he cleared his throat, "to carry it for you. You are my guest." His hands lowered a few inches but the gesture was otherwise unchanged. Troy helped by barking at her as though his urging might have been because the two people were standing with blank stares and clearly no dog treats.

Kate would have enjoyed that scowl and tried to inspire another, all the while laughing merrily. It was one of the reasons this Odd Couple worked together because Robert had the patience for her antics.

Kate stared at Robert another moment, lips twitching but she didn't allow the smile. Toby barked at them, drawing her gaze and though she fought it, the smile widened slightly. "Well, if Dog thinks I should trust you, I guess you can't be all bad." Battling with her self-sufficiency was her love of being pampered so there was no hesitation in handing it over. "A guest. And here I thought we were friends," giving him a look of faux reprisal. Kate hooked their elbows together, waiting for him to lead them wherever they were going.

Kate was working the situation over. He waited for it, knowing that she was doing tactical math while creating her next crass comeback. She didn't like earnest replies, something about them made her so uncomfortable that she had a perpetual smirk. It reminded him of the masks in the shop, how she had them both slide them on and roam the streets of New Orleans. She had been comfortable wearing one. Masks were comfortable and seemed on rare occasion to slip.

"Most of the time guests are friends." Though they were both aware of the fallacy of that statement. Her bag weighed down his hand and then was swung over his left shoulder, causing him to lean forward from its weight. Her hand wrapped his elbow and as if on cue he began walking.

Troy was pleased, he trotted ahead through the tourists as if it were him that lead the way. Robert leaned as if to say something in her ear but it was a light kiss, tapping the crest of her cheek before he spoke, "I thought it best to have Doll labor on my little issue instead of focus too much on you. She was rather disappointed that you would be back and didn't do a great job of hiding it."

The thing that most people didn't realize was that, much of the time, Kate's answers were in earnest, albeit cavalier. That was her general attitude toward the drama that swept up others: relationships, other peoples' relationships, bitching about work, crying over something. There was no patience or bandwidth for that with Kate, she had her eye on the prize at all times. That is to say, she was building an empire and even though she couldn't take it with her when she quit this world, she could at least take all the money.

Masks were near and dear to Kate's heart for reasons unknown to anyone else. She would be back to that shop to stock up on the under-used accessory.

Toby trotted ahead of them, seemingly in a good mood though Kate didn't know much about dogs or their moods. Pets weren't part of her lifestyle except for sea monkeys, of course. She had a whole colony of them aboard the Wind.

Tilting her cheek up for the kiss, Kate turned immediately afterward to fix Robbie with an arch look, a smile hovering at the corners of her mouth. "Count Robula, are you trying to protect me?" A wide grin bloomed, nudging at him with her shoulder. "That's sweet and all but don't you worry your pretty little head about it. I can handle Doll and whatever she can throw at me. Now, don't think I didn't notice how you haven't answered any of my questions about her, yet."

For some reason the smile she had after he kissed her was unexpected. Kate was, more often than not, one to soak up his affection and not spur it. Perhaps he expected her to be dismissive about it, to roll her eyes or shrug. She hadn't, Kate had always seemed to smile after he kissed her cheek like some silent bet had been won.

Knew you'd kiss me, her smile seemed to say. It embarrassed him but not so much that he didn't keep doing it.

"Until you are a god, a little bit of caution is healthy. Doll has been known to have a few tricks." With her recirculating her query from before, he shrugged, "In some part, I am uncertain and will have to find out all the details. What I know about Doll is that she can control and influence people as though they are Dolls. It is said that she is in her third body-- that would be an interesting means to help Roach." He imagined her being slipped into any number of bodies. His smile was half a cringe. He kept walking, Troy leading the way towards the Mansion of Hades that existed down the end of one street that would twist and transport.


As long as Kate was unpredictable, she was happy with whatever result tipped Robert off his normal track. It wasn't that she was against displays of affection, she often gave them in her own unique language. It was the idea that it could turn into more, that she might put down roots and settle in a solid relationship, that she fought against. It just wasn't coded into her DNA. As long as Robbie could keep that in the forefront of his mind, Kate would be affectionate as she wanted.

A bark of laughter followed his warning. "Does that mean you're doubting my status as a god? I'm disappointed in you, Robbie. I'll have to show you how wrong you are." Smirking, she leaned close, putting lips just next to his ear as they walked. "I'll have you worship me in bed tonight."

Kate broke away before he could follow that with another peck. "Baby, I got tricks you never even heard of before. I've faced a dozen Dolls and I've lived to tell the tale. Also, for the record, I've had way more bodies than her. But how does she control people? What's her method?"
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PostPosted: Tue May 09, 2017 9:56 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Like a drug, she would slowly be raising the bar on what it would take to tip him off track. Every day he'd start to adjust a little more and become a little less surprised. The same joke only earned so many laughs and it would try at just how dedicated Kate was to catching him off balance.

Mostly, he tried not to smile often so she didn't feel too encouraged by it, and she would be fine with that, all of it, so long as his breath wasn't held for her. It must have been why she was so at ease with him, she knew he had no vision of them loving one another madly and monogamously, burning down cities and tearing through the stars. Robert believed, likely, one day that she would move on to her next adventure.

"There are enough stories that warn against hubris being the downfall of gods," he muttered it like it was a story that was stuck in between his teeth. Her voice came, a salty little whisper teasing along the shell of his ear and then jumping away. His head turned but he didn't catch her. She was already smiling, laughing, promising him that his worries were foolish and that she would be as constant as a North star.

"I would think that it has to do with Voodoo, the beliefs of the city fueling her. With so many people becoming secular, I can't imagine that she's been growing strong." Robert could feel it, but as with other explanations, it lacked the precision she was thirsty for.

The cobbles and bricks altered under their feet. It was disorienting for a few seconds then it solidified. Large old trees framed the driveway which led to the mansion. Behind them, New Orleans seemed far away. He thought from where he stood that Mr. Keys was in the doorway, waiting for them expectantly. Troy didn't make a sound but galloped past them to the front door, rocks and grass disturbed in the wake of him.

A high compliment, no pun intended. However, she was confident (as she was in all things) that she could keep Robbie on his pointy demon toes for a good while yet. "Sure there are, but there are just as many stories encouraging small creatures to reach for the stars and live their dreams and live without limits, right? Rooting for the underdog, wishing secretly that we do get the powers of gods so we could know what it was like? I gotta yin for every one of your yangs." One shoulder hunched to touch her chin as she angled a cheshire right between his eyes. "And I do so like your yang." Manicured brows bounced twice.

"If she was ratchet enough to take a tour with us and cozy up to you with such sad desperation, she clearly hasn't got the juice to worry me. If she was gonna do something, she would'a done it by now." One hand swatted through the air, dismissing any danger Doll may present. Kate and Robert walked through a glitch in the Matrix, causing Kate to stumble against his side. Twisting, she frowned back at the ripple in reality, glaring as if she took it personally. With a hmph, it was dismissed and she glanced ahead where Dog was running. "Toby, don't get Troy all dirty," she called after the dog. One hand lifted to offer a wave to Butler Dude. Pale eyes lingered on the dog, wheels turning.

"Why did you bring the dog here with you?" her voice lowered slightly. "He's not a normal dog, is he?"

"I don't think that you are the underdog." His tone was impressively low, near monotone. The sound of it was the same one might expect someone to have when they said that they doubted pigs could fly and that the moon was secretly pink. He didn't want to encourage her. Robert tried to keep his eyes forward but with that smile and the motion of her eyebrows, she recaptured his attention and from that point, he couldn't pretend he hadn't seen or heard her.

"Well," his steps were a clear clip, even over the cobblestone moss that led to the front of the house. She stumbled into his side and he was struck by the strangely intimate sense he had of her bones and her figure being accidentally smacked into his by the misstep. The moment was confusing at first but he realized that Kate didn't often make mistakes and the impression of her being caught unaware and against his side was strangely satisfying. He didn't dwell on it long, new questions were punching the air and they were growing close to the face of the mansion and Mr. Key's horrifically large smile."I suppose you have been warned."

"He follows me, he's been following me. I'm not sure what he's up to, honestly." Only that since discovering the dog that day with Helena that the Witch had been staunch in Troy's role in his life and Robert found that she was far from wrong.

Up the front steps of the mansion he unshouldered Kate's bag, offering it to Mr. Keys. Right before the hand off, Mr. Keys looked concerned, as if Robert and Kate never should have been carrying bags to begin with. Once it was handed over, however, he smiled and spoke, "Anything else I can get you?" His gaze moved between them, the offer clearly extended towards both of them.

"What?" she asked with a suspicious squint, not clearly catching the mutterings that made his lips move. It drew her gaze to his jawline, which was covered in a fine scruff. Free hand lifted to rake fingertips and nails over it. "You ever thought of growing a beard for serious? I think it would look pretty hot on you." Her hand fell away from his face as they got nearer to the house. "Sure, sure, consider me warned," spoken out the side of her mouth at Robert.

"Well, as long as he doesn't *** on the carpet, I suppose there's no harm in that, right?" Kate made a mental note to investigate more about Dog and his story but for now, she turned a wide smile upon Mr Keys. "Hey, Troy, how's it hangin'? I'd like some water, glass bottle, cold. A can of Evian mist, and some coffee with all the fixin's. How's that?" Even if his glance hadn't graced her figure, Kate would have put the order in, anyway.

"A beard? I was going to trim it." He confessed with a small give at the corner of his lips. With the bag taken from him, he put his hand at the small of her back and looked at her, "You want to stay in or go out?" He leaned in, like a doting partner, and kissed her cheek as he pressed with his voice, "The dog is Troy and the head butler is Mr. Keys."

He didn't suspect that the reminder would do any good. Perhaps the stranger part was that he still felt compelled to so it. Robert found himself doing those things sometimes. Following up on the futile, doing the same thing but expecting a different result. Perhaps he was insane. No, that couldn't be it. Had he gone insane a few other things would have been much, much different.

Was she that forgetful or did she get some sort of satisfaction from being reminded? Robert's free hand went to his cheek, his fingers splaying over his skin as if to smooth the ruffled hairs her fingernails had disturbed. No, it wasn't that. He was mildly contemplating her mention of a beard.

"No way, you should grow it out. Not, like, you live in a cave or anything but definitely there. Very sexy," giving him a clinical appraisal before nodding. "We could go out, no probs, but I might change first. After coffee. What did you want to do?" The murmured comment against her cheek had her cocking that ear, a shiver rippling down that side of her body, every hair on end. "Really?" Kate looked after Dog then back to Keys. Back to Dog. Back to Keys. "Hnh. Anyway..."

What was she talking about?" "Oh yeah! So what do you want to do? Hey, did you ever have a coronation ceremony? Because this place would host the most rocking party. We could charge a cover and make Doll sit at the door, tearing tickets." Ha, that made her smile. "Also, if we go out, I'm dressing you."

There was some difficulty in knowing what Kate meant and what was a thought that crossed her might briefly. The idea of the beard had not won him over. Modern hair care no doubt made it easier but he wasn't entirely persuaded to make the change. If he was kept busy enough, of course, it would seem like the natural progression of things.

"Yes. Really." She blinked and the conversation moved on. The corner of his lips threatened to smile but didn't make good on the threat just yet.

"I suppose I do. Do I?" His question directed around her to Mr. Keys.

The man smiled, broadly, under his makeup. Like a puppet, he jerked into motion that was a half bowed to confirm, "Yes, but of course. Plans can be made for it to begin tomorrow night. The sooner... the better." Mr. Keys voice had a certain spice to it, as if a veiled warning not to dally hung somewhere, politely, in the air between his words.

Robert nodded as if he hadn't heard it. Kate spoke of Doll tearing tickets and it was enough that his lips did break into smile, "You will have her vowing to piss on your grave if you keep that up. Very well. You will change and I suppose... dress me." Though he glanced down at his trousers and button up. He supposed the look of a college professor wasn't winning any awards in seduction.

If Kate wanted to see the beard that badly, she'd no doubt do her best to convince him. Time and whimsy would tell. "Then who the hell is Toby?" her tone holding a hint of outrage, as if her misconception was purely his fault. For good measure, she smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand to chastise him.

"Tomorrow night?" Fingers tapped against her lower lip in rapid succession, weighing her options. "How about the day after tomorrow? Gives me time to prepare and get everything set up." Kate leaned toward Keys and lowered her voice to a stage whisper, gesturing two fingers back and forth between them. "We'll talk." A wink before she straightened. No question that she was going to be shaping this party to her ideals.

"Joke will be on her because the grave will be empty. I'll have faked my death just to lure her out and that's when I pounce." She tried to look devious but really, it just came off as smug. "Keys, can you have that bag taken right up to the bedroom, no stops along the way? There's some sensitive stuff in there." He got a dazzling smile of gratitude before turning to Robert. "Where are we going? I'll need to know that before I pick the outfits."

"...Toby." Robert heard the tone in her voice all too clearly, but he didn't say anything. There was a small nod after the smack as if to say she was completely right and how dare he misspeak the name Toby. At this point, it was far easier not to debate her and accept the playful admonishment.

Mr. Keys seemed to enjoy Kate's flourish, or he very much put in the effort to appear to. His teeth looked white and large behind his dark lipped smile. The makeup on his face, the skeleton mask, was not expertly applied. At least, Robert had thought that at first. It occurred to him during Kate's exchange with Mr. Keys that the loose strokes of color never seemed to rearrange, as if Mr. Keys had been tattooed. She said that they would talk and winked and Mr. Keys' head bobbed readily, his body bending in a fluid bow before the bag was transferred to a lesser servant. He cleared his throat, "I will get the coffee and water to your room, Madame."

The mansion was never quiet on the first floor. It felt like a night club. Servants and people moved along with the same attitude as the people on Bourbon street during Mardi Gras. It was a party and one of them would be wallflowers about it. All of the guests were unusual and comfortable to be there, sparing fractional glances at Robert and Kate as if they were celebrities that shouldn't be ostentatiously acknowledged. The crowd felt like an entourage that was focused on being nonchalant and still somehow reverent.

Robert blinked and turned his head to look at her. With one motion of his hand, he indicated that to take the stairs ahead. He stepped behind her, his left hand trailing over the metal of the spiral staircase as they ascended, "We're going to meet up an old friend of mine for dinner. Semi-casual."

Troy had wriggled his way to the top of the stairs, his serious expression offset by the wagging of his tail.
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PostPosted: Thu May 11, 2017 6:39 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Kate adored the fact that Robert now lived above a nightclub. The faint sound of music upstairs, a thrum that reverberated through the frame of the mansion, gave it a life that made the house seem like its own entity. A sentient thing that allowed all of them inside it - forgiving but not always benevolent. It didn't bother Kate as much as she might have thought. In fact, she kinda liked it. Warforged and cybs were one thing but this place had a warm energy to it that drew her in.

Keenly aware of all the lackeys and lobbyists watching them covertly, her chin tipped up and she wore a wide smile. Heels clacked on the metal staircase, hips rocking back and forth in front of Robbie. Presumably, that was why he wanted her to go first, right? Might as well give him a good show. "An old friend? I didn't know you had any," twisting to flash him a teasing smile over her shoulder. "Semi-casual, huh? I'm definitely going to change clothes and so are you. You're Hades, now, let's work on your image." She prattled all the way up to the room, swinging open the door like she owned the place.

"Tell me more about your friend?" Kate asked as she started fiddling with her belts, shedding them with ease to drop them in a pile on the chaise. "Where are we going to meet him? Does it have a bar? Also, what's your favorite color?" By this time, she was wandering into the large dressing room that sprawled opposite the bathroom. Surely, a place like this would just magically have stuff in Robbie's size, right? That was her expectation. Come on, House, don't let her down.


He lived atop a very strange nightclub and it took a special sort of person to appreciate that, him, and the situation. His eyes followed her and he found, for some strange reason, that he enjoyed how much she embraced the moment. Kate was spectacular at improv and nothing, in the course of all they had experienced, ever seemed to be a surprise to her. He was sure at key points that there were surprises and that she squirreled them away, deep beneath her skin. This wasn't an issue he wanted to dig up and expose, he rather liked the flawless, fluid mask she wore when issues came to her. In another life, perhaps, she would have made for a beautiful matriarch. Unflappable and laughing though... if anyone knew, Robert knew, that there was always a moment of disparity and tears.

"His name is Gus and... he's a neurotic little demon I think..." Robert said, watching her drop belts and wear new ones. He looked away because in that moment, for whatever reason, it felt somewhat awkward to watch the Kate-Belt-Fashion-Show. He moved to the French window, propping the side of a bent leg against the iron rail as he lit of a cigarette. It'd been a long minute since he had one of those.

"I think he's betrayed me but," the minor rise and fall of his shoulders came as he looked back at her, "he's a fearful, little creature. A human could probably end him in a bar fight if he wasn' careful. I think... he has some information about what's happened and with a little bit of pressure," he clarified, tapping the ash of his cigarette out the window as he watched her, "he'll talk. Too much and he might cry." The latter was said more as a warning to Kate in the hopes she wouldn't bombard Gus and send him off useless tears.

Kate never put on new belts, just removed those that she'd been wearing before sauntering into the dressing room. It didn't take much for Robbie's voice to carry in there while she looked through the available options. Nothing was catching her fancy so she took a step back from the shirts hanging in their neat rows, squeezed her eyes shut tight and muttered something under her breath. She held that position for thirty full seconds before one eye peeked open. She thought some of them were different colors and when she shuffled through them again, a delighted smile lit her features.

"So this is recon with a frienemy. Sensitive little land mine, got it." A thought occurred to her and she laughed to herself. "A crying demon and a Demon of Crying, figures you two would be friends." Rolling her eyes, she pulled out a particular shirt and set it on a nearby bench before attacking the pants and jackets. It wasn't until Robbie finished his cigarette (and somehow, Kate knew the exact moment even though a wall separated them) that she called out to him. "Hey, get your tight little ass in here, I've got something for you to try on."


"Greens and greys are okay, I guess," it was a late vote on his favorite color. He tapped his cigarette even though it didn't need it, out the window. His spine was nearly propped up against the frame of the window as he watched her. She was sexy, and he suspected that she knew it and was used to the feeling of men yielding to whatever she said. Robert would have liked to boast that he was better than them, but he found the difference between what he envisioned and what he was to be divided only by a vision of pride.

"Presumably." He wasn't going to call Gus a frienemy, even if the evidence was thick and all signs pointed to yes. The man hadn't ratted himself out as being such and maybe, just maybe, he had a worthwhile explanation when it came to Menace and what went down with the contract. Gus' work had always gone to the highest bidder, or at least the bidder that wouldn't beat the crap out of him.

"Be nice. I am allowing you to play dress up with me." Perhaps the faux college professor did need an update, but the reverent tip of Kate's head towards him was, on occasion, necessary to keep him compliant. She said she had something and he sighed, flicking the white cylinder cigarette to the ground beneath before he got to his feet. He crossed over to her, one hand catching her by the hip as he looked at what she'd concocted.

Well, she lucked out on something with the green shirt, anyway, but her goal had really been to bring out his eyes. The ensemble wasn't anything too crazy, certainly not in the vein of her own style, but her eye was keen for what people liked and what might suit them. In short, she was a hell of a stylist. "I don't see it as dress up, I see it as making sure you look good to properly cow your subordinates. No one respects a rumpled towel, they want Egyptian cotton. It's not about playing up to expectations, it's about projecting confidence and power. That is half the battle with keeping a position like this." It wasn't that she thought that Robert was too dim to see it for himself or know how it worked but it obviously wasn't much of a priority on his list.

She was serious in her desire to make sure he held his position because the only way to get him to relinquish his position was by killing him and it seemed like there were plenty of opportunists around here. Turning toward him, she started to undo the buttons of his shirt with a professional attitude. "Come on, just try it out and see how you like it. I think it's going to grow on you faster than you think." It was basically what he was already wearing but tailored. "Meanwhile, this place is *** amaze-balls! Do you know you this closet gives you what you ask for? How *** tight is that? I mean, I'm considering offing you myself just to get this place in the will." The words were harmless, softened with a teasing smile as she pushed his shirt from his shoulders, letting it pool on the ground. Then he was handed the green shirt while she worked on his pants.

"So specifically what information are you hoping to squeeze out of the little lemon?"

There was still the soft breath of his cigarette smoke on him as she undid the buttons of his shirt. He watched her, curiously, because she was so focused. Her fingers were deft and made quick work of every button, down to his belt buckle. Her hands felt away, the shirt became an old puddle of cloth behind is ankles as she brought something fresher, sharper, around to him. He lifted a hand, his arms going into one sleeve and then the other. He didn't wait for her fingers to behave as lightning-- his hands were already at the lowest fixture, fitting the button through the slot.

"To confirm my suspicions, first," his tone was pragmatic as he watched her, In one moment there was a smile but it disappeared under the weight of concentration. Kate was keeping so many pieces moving, active, that his attention was divided from her and to the clothes and moving, to following her commands without being distracted by the way he tended to daydream.

"Secondly," his right hand at his left wrist, fixing the button at the cuff into place as he spoke, "To let him know who I am and what has happened. He will run his mouth and I want to see who shows up first after he has. I want to dismantle every part of Menace that remains."

See? The clothes were already rubbing off on him. Kate made a purring sound as she pushed his pants down, encouraging him to step out of the fabric while he buttoned his shirt. Jeans were handed to him - a comfortable and relaxed fit that still showed off his butt. Then she turned to some shallow drawers and rubbed her hands together. "Alright, House, Mama wants some watches to match. What have you got for me?" Again, her eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds, like wishing on a star. One of the drawers was pulled open and she beamed at the selection in front of her. With an appraising glance back to Robert, Kate decided to keep it simple with a brown band and bronzed face.

"I like this side of you, Robbie. Watching you destroy your enemies is sexy." Manicured brows bounced at him while she held out the watch for him to put on. After that, it was the boots and leather jacket because she wanted to see the whole picture now, not wait until they were walking out the door. Kate herded him over to the stand-up mirror, angling it so he could see himself. She stood directly behind him, hands on his hips, peering around one arm. "Damn, Robbie, you look hot. For real. You look like you're ready to kick ass and take names. This will intimidate the lemon all by itself, before you even open your mouth." Two handfuls of his butt were squeezed firmly. It was a brief touch and then her hands rose to his hair, stepping on front of him to run fingers through his curls, eyes squinting critically. "Maybe...maybe a trim but it's good for now. I think tomorrow I'll trim your hair."


Jeans? Really? He gripped the pair and then looked at her. Clearly, he had something to say about them. Jeans were just so... so... casual? He wasn't entirely sure when the last time he wore them was. He turned them in his hands, stepping through one leg and then the other as she plucked a watch out of an offered drawer, "You realize this means I get to play dress up with you one night." He voiced it like it might be a threat, though he wasn't expecting to see her shudder with fear.

"It's the same side that's always been, I just don't have your knack for flare." The waist of his pants fixed into place and his shirt done up, he was fighting off the whispers in his mind that told him he'd done it wrong. They were loud and unsettling whispers which died back at Kate's admission that he was hot. His gaze chided her for being too playful, though he was unable to completely contain the smile the developed after what she'd said. He was finger combing his hair back when she moved in, taking a moment to grip his behind. He reached back to ease her, but she had moved already, inspecting his hair He felt like a prize dog she had fed, ***, groomed and was ready to put on show.

"My hair is fine," he impressed, reaching to catch one of her hands by the wrist and tug her back in close to him, "What's your favorite color?"


Robert had clearly said this was semi-casual. Jeans meant he was comfortable with the new mantle of power, that he wasn't going to be a tyrant, would be able to relate to the people. The leather jacket and accessories dressed it up. Just go with it, Robbie, stop complaining. There was nothing playful about her claim that he was attractive, that had been genuine. The squeeze to his ass proved it. A grin split her mouth at the 'threat'. "Oh yeah? What do you think I should be wearing?" She wondered if he would have an eye for something she liked, or if it would be tailored to his fantasies.

"Few do have my knack for flair," not even trying for modesty. For the record, Kate had never fed Robbie. Domesticity wasn't her bag, she ordered out or ate from vending machines, couldn't even boil water without it going horribly awry. "I agree that your hair is fine. For now," a mischievous gleam lighting up the grey of her eyes. "My favorite color? I would have thought it obvious, by now. Black, of course. I mean, I like all the other colors just fine but mostly to serve as accents. Why do you ask?"
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PostPosted: Sun May 14, 2017 3:26 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Robert's idea of casual still involved slacks. If she thought he would ever quit complaining then she had gotten involved with a different sort of Demon altogether. Complaining with a glance or mutter was a staple to who he was. She asked what he thought she should be wearing and he revealed only a half smile, something that promised she would learn the details of that at a later time, a later place. If Kate could play dress up with him then the favor was one he would easily return.

"My hair is fine," he pressed, not seeming eager to go under a pair of blades for her. Her eyes were fascinated, the corners of her mouth spread as wide as her lips allowed. Robert moved up to her, catching her bottom with one hand in the same gluttonous squeeze she had given him time and time again, except that he kissed her when he did it. The motion was quick, entitled at worst and hungry at best. At the break of their lips he answered. "You shouldn't be learning so much about me and leave me with nothing about you."

His complaining and her grousing about it was the cornerstone of their relationship. Brows rose loftily. "I'll be the judge of your hair," though her sentencing had already gone out. "I'm beginning to think you don't trust me with a pair of scissors." She grinned again. "Wise move, that." Would have said more but he moved in for the kill, squeezing her butt (which made her wiggle back against his hold) and a kiss at the same time.

"If I'd known that dressing you up made you so frisky, I would have done it ages ago. But since you've seen what I'm putting out there, I think it's only fair for you to at least tell me what you have in mind for me." Tit for tat and all that. Stretching up on the balls of her feet, Kate nipped his lower lip with her teeth, tugging on it before an abrupt release. "Now, I have to get changed, too." Stepping back, Kate shot him a wink before sauntering into the bedroom to find her bag sitting right inside the door. Such good service. Clothes were shed in her wake, as nonchalant as ever regarding nudity.

"I am occasionally wise," he reminded her, his eyebrows lifting up just a degree before she wriggled and soaked in the kiss. Of course, there was her playful jest following the exchange. She baited him for an early reveal but had only coaxed him with carefully placed words. Robert could resist her when that was all she brought to the table. She nipped his lip, which had the same feeling of someone patting him on the shoulder before they turned away.

Robert turned, surveying the 'look' she had given him in the full-length mirror. His right hand pushed from his neck down to his stomach, smoothing out the wrinkles of the shirt.

On cue, just a second after he spoke, there was a demure knock on the bedroom door. Robert looked at it and then crossed to it, opening it to find Mr. Keys with the coffee and Evian bottles of water on a silver tray.

"Sir," he said, looking more like a puppet to him then than he had before. Robert smiled, but it was awkward and uncomfortable. Leaning forward, he grabbed the handles of the tray and bid Mr. Keys farewell. He turned from the doorway, his heel catching the back of the door and shutting it before he set the tray down on the stand in front of the lounge near the window. It was just as Kate had ordered. Coffee with all the fixings and four pristine bottles of Evian. Not even the labels of the chilled bottles looked disturbed by their sweating in the New Orleans heat. Robert took a seat, preparing himself a cup of coffee. "And just what will you be wearing?"

From her bag, Kate laid clothing out on the bed, not even sparing a glance when Mr Keys got an eyeful of her bare bum. She was too busy squinting at the offerings and choosing her outfit for the evening from amongst them. A few articles were laid against each other. Robbie breezed past her with a tray and she perked. "Oh, sweet, the coffee. Save me some, Robby-cakes?" It had been her request, after all.

Right as he asked after her clothing for the evening, she pulled a lacy halter bra over her head, fixing it and The Girls into place. It was sheer all the way around but no matter since directly after, she pulled on a loose T shirt sporting a golden skull and some gold epaulets at the shoulders. "Don't you worry, sugar buns, I'll look good on your arm. Don't I always?" Maybe he didn't agree with her clothing choices but she always looked good. Next, a pair of leather pants embroidered with flowers down the length of each leg. Barefoot, she padded over to the lounge and dropped down next to him, one leg curled underneath her, leather whispering with each step.

A solemn expression descended over her features while a bottle of water was opened. "Robbie...when you look at me, what do you see?"

To tell her that he just enjoyed her being on his arm was too much of a gentle and romantic sentiment. She would have brushed it off, or laughed it off, accordingly. He opted to say nothing, sipping his coffee as he watched her slip into a new costume. His spine slouched into the backing of the two-seater and he found himself momentarily recalling the first time he had the compulsion to kiss her. How she sat on the kitchen counter and seemed to think nothing of the fact that he had done it. Perhaps Kate never worried about the consequences of her actions or perhaps she thought, inevitably, that all men would try to see if they had a chance with her.

Robert bent forward, placing his cup of coffee, black, on the slightly tarnished, silver tray. His hazel eyes stayed on her for one or maybe two minutes before he spoke. "Someone who is always looking for something." One day, he knew, her need to find what she was looking for would separate them from one another. For now? They could enjoy the same adventure and he would not strain himself to try to keep her or stress about the day she needed to go. Those sort of days could happen tomorrow or in decades. There was no saying how long his scowl would make her ever-so-happy or how long her crass replies would make him smile despite himself.

Yet, that she would look so solemn had him choosing his words carefully. He was waiting for a smirk or glib retort to bounce back in response. It always sounded as if she were blaming him for bringing up such serious matters, even if she was the one that had started it. That was fine, though. He let her eyes, her voice and the little twist of her smile blame him before turning back towards the light of everything she enjoyed.

She bore his long gaze patiently, searching those hazel eyes (which really did pop above the jacket and shirt). It was like a different person sat in front of her, one that was comfortable in his own skin. Kate wondered if she'd ever seen Robbie like this before. Every word he spoke clearly implied that he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to bolt. Maybe it would go down like that, maybe it wouldn't, but she was willing to let it unfold on its own instead of guiding it one way or another.

"You know what I see when I look at you?" her voice gentled. Kind. "I see a guy that doesn't think he deserves anything, though why that is, I really can't figure out." Setting the water aside, Kate leaned and reached past him to grab a delicate China mug and the coffee, serving herself.

Robert didn't often look comfortable. He seemed exactly as she thought-- that he was merely waiting for the other shoe to drop, as if a clock ticked on his good fortune. Realistically, that was an unfair mentality. A clock ticked for all things, good and bad, and it was only the skeptic that saw good fortune as being terminal. Mostly, his relationships didn't have a long life expectancy and he found himself more at ease with thinking of people like milk: an expiration date loomed somewhere in the future but hopefully it would end before things got sour.

She offered to give her impression of him. Usually, he was met with strange half belief and the odder truths that people expected of him. She leaned in for her coffee and unveiled what was a her beliefs that held enough truth that it was calcium to his bones. Robert had been born knowing exactly what he was-- a sorrow demon-- and as that he was at the lower end of the food chain. Demons had bet against him when it came to his final show-down with the Nephilim. None of them had ever expected that Robert Brohkun, a somewhat nerdy mortician, would take down ten Nephilim on his own. None of them suspected that without even trying, he would come to run the heartbeat pulsing through New Orleans.

Turned out that Robert was full of surprises, none being more surprised than he.

There were some big balls hidden underneath the corduroy and tweed, beneath the careless mop of curls and suspicious frown he often wore. "Good thing you have me to open your eyes." She gave him a sideways glance, her smile sly while stirring her coffee with loud clinks against the sides of the fragile tea cup.

Kate could be accused of coldness, maybe even callousness, but she'd never be found waiting on others to give her things. Maybe she should be the demon and Robbie should be the restless space traveler.

"So what's been happening with the Museum while you're here? Are you ever going back to RhyDin? In two nights we're throwing you a coronation party and I get to dress you again. You are gonna look so bad ass, no one will try to give you crap. But if they do, you let me deal with it." She was like a publicist, manager, and security guard all rolled into one. You're welcome.

"Yes." He smiled just a little bit for her before he lifted his cup, taking another swallow of his coffee. "Not much. I will need to return and work on the next exhibit or tender my resignation to Osvaldo." As far as museums went, the Underworld Museum was not overly demanding. The basic exhibit, because of its association to the schools, was guaranteed those visitors every year. Generating more revenue for it was the more difficult part.

"I think I can deal with it," he said with a half returned smile before rising back up to his feet. Clearing his throat he offered her up his elbow. "Ready?"
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PostPosted: Wed May 17, 2017 7:32 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Have you thought about what you want to do? Continue working or resign?" It might be a small slice of sane in an otherwise crazy position, or maybe it could be a weakness and a drag on his time. Distractions could be dangerous. “I know you liked it, said it fit you, but do you think you could handle both?"

"The museum feels important to me, I don't think it's time yet for me to resign. There's no suitable replacement for me yet, anyhow." Robert knew a thing or two about situations being dangerous. A person always did prevail until that day that they didn't. She asked if he could handle both and he smiled in a somber way which said it wasn't likely, but that a conversation alone would not determine it.

Of course she was having a good time! Kate genuinely enjoyed the challenge of playing politics in a foreign court. She liked the game, building a power base and watching everyone scramble to fit themselves inside of it. Consider her the Anne Boleyn of NOLA. Without all the beheading stuff.

"Well, sure, you can deal with it but I'll probably have more fun." A wide grin flashed at him as he stood up, then she laughed, wrinkling her nose. "Are you high? I'm not wearing any shoes and haven't added the finishing touches, yet. I'll be a few more minutes, then we can get going." Standing next to him, both hands settled lightly on the proffered arm, using it as leverage to stretch and place a peck against his mouth. "You just stand there and look pretty."

"I didn't realize so much preparation remained. Shoes should take only a few seconds, surely." His voice was heavy as if to chide her except that his tone never quite said that that was what he was doing. She wrapped her arm around his, anyway, and his smile appeared in approval. A kiss, a fleeting press of warmth to his mouth and then he sighed, "I'm not good at that. Isn't that your job? To be the beautiful one?"

"Maybe your shoes take a few seconds once you fish them out of the dumpster you found 'em in." A twist of her neck had her glancing back with a puckish smirk before she disappeared into the bathroom, a long belt trailing from her fingers. A snort was heard through the open doorway. "Baby, if I could get paid to look this good, don't you think I'd be doing it somewhere? You know I'm allergic to an honest day's wage." There was a pause and then she poked her head out the door. "You don't wanna pay me for that, by any chance, do you?" Brows bounced up and down twice, then she pulled herself back into the bathroom. It was, in fact, ten minutes later when she stepped out. At the edge of the bed, Kate fished around in her bag and pulled out her heels, slipping them on with one hand resting on the post for balance. "Okay, locked and loaded. You ready?"

Dumpster shoes and a twist of her lips. He felt like she was fishing for his frown and she got it, along with a nonchalant look out the window. He wondered what space Troy had carved for himself in the mansion, if Mr. Keys spoiled him. Kate spoke of honest wages and then she stuck her head out from the bathroom.

He wasn't going to answer her, though, just give her a pointed look that said she wasn't being subtle enough by goading him in that way. She went to finish getting ready and he went to check his cell phone. Doll.

Text Robert: Hey I think I have an idea, When can we meet up?

Text to Doll: Tomorrow for lunch. I have something right now.

Text to Robert: Coming alone?

He looked at the bathroom door and then back down at his cell phone screen.

Text to Doll: Probably not.

He pocketed his cell phone as she emerged from the bathroom and gave her a small smile. It was a soundless compliment, one matched by his gaze that brushed from her bare feet to her profile. Watching her get ready made him wonder if she ever valued what it felt like to be beautiful as opposed to enjoying what being beautiful got her.

Locked and loaded. Robert stepped by the doorway and slipped into his assigned boots before he offered her the crook of his arm, "Now that we're both acceptable... let's eat."

She took his arm as she always did, linked at the elbows. Even though she kept stride with him, Kate still strutted as if she were on a runway, chin up with supreme confidence. "What sort of entertainment do you want for your coronation? Do you get gifts for that? I'mma make it a thing, anyway. Might as well get free stuff when you can. Relaxed black tie...oh, with masks! Can we do masks?" she asked Robert with an eager smile. "You wouldn't mind that, would you? Lots of champagne, finger foods and music. I'll make sure it's good."

"What's the name of the scared little lemon we're meeting, again? Has Doll told you anything more about what to do about Roach?" Even if her lips weren't moving, the thoughts of the star pilot were always traveling at warp speed.

Entertainment. What sort of... entertainment did he want. Robert hadn't thought about what entertained him, at least not in those terms. He thought about what he would enjoy or how he might opt to pass the time. The way she said it made him think of Roman senators cheering on gladiators. What would entertain him?

"A play," after he said it, he realized just what production, exactly, he wanted to see, "Hamilton." The reviews on it had been staggering, the sort that made him wonder if any show could live up to the hype. He was assured that it would. Robert didn't really have an interest in seeing any of the classics-- he had seen them all already, performed both well and poorly.

"Masks are fine. I'm sure New Orleans can accommodate that." There might have been a gentle hint of amusement somewhere in the back of his voice though he didn't smile when he said it. She said it would be good and he didn't argue, he simply nodded to most of her suggestions. They passed Troy going down the stairs and the mutt took it upon himself to follow them.

"Gus. I know him from when I was working in New York years ago." She asked about Doll and he shook his head no, muttering, "I don't expect her to have any success, it's likely a task that will just keep her busy." Robert might have underestimated just how much voodoo had to do with the living and the dead.

Manicured brows shot up to hear he wanted a play – his choice made her smile. For a split second, she’d expected some stuffy thing in Latin with chanting and ringing bells. With her free hand, she snap-pointed at him. “Classy. I like it. Really sets a tone, yanno? I’ll make sure I look extra good for you, and that you look extra good.” Already she was thinking of possible jackets, the right cut for the event and his frame. Definitely a high collar. “You can pick out your mask,” turning her face to gift him with a sunny smile. How magnanimous. “But I request a dark color and please let me know what it is so I can plan accordingly.” Oh wait, no! She just had a great idea. “No, no, change of plan. It needs to be black and silver. We’ll stop back at that mask shop.”

“Do I get to ask him questions about when you two lived in New York?” Kate was supposed to be on good behavior with the lemon but her curiosity was a formidable thing. Couldn’t always be tamed.

“So it’s busy work, huh? Do you really want to get Roach out of her contract or not?” Kate steeled herself for the transition from Hades Mansion to the city proper, free hand curling around his forearm to help steady herself. They stepped directly into the crowded sidewalk where Kate bounced off Robert’s side before she righted herself.

The smile she gave him, as it turned out, was exactly that. Magnanimous. It was so much so that she might have noticed the imperceptible falter of his own smile in return. She'd caught him off guard and he was trying his best not to show it. Black and silver. That meant that any punch of color would have to come separately. He smiled broadly, in a way that was almost regrettable. She'd unexpectedly amused him and he was trying not to show it.

"You want to ask him that?" He blinked at her, not having thought that she would be interested enough to press. A gold mine of information would have been Remmy. That was an infinitely awkward situation, but also one that didn't have to happen. Remmy appeared every few years or so and sooner or later she would feel too old, too past her prime, to attempt to wedge her foot back in his life that way. They continued down the street, not five blocks from where Gus was seated at a table, sweating. Worrying. Trying not to develop an ulcer.

She bounced to his side and it caused his arm to wrap around her, his fingers curled at the jut of her hip. "What would you ask him? You could just as easily ask me."
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PostPosted: Sun May 21, 2017 9:16 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

There would be plenty of color but they were going to be muted, all against a black background. Two stars, gold and silver, streaking across the coronation crowd to dazzle and delight. Well...Kate would dazzle and delight. Robert would be dragged along grudgingly, the asteroids in her tail that she pulled with the force of her gravity.

"Well, yeah, I could ask you and probably will but I want to hear his side of it. You aren't great at talking about yourself, sometimes you need help. I can manage your wardrobe but not your memories or the way you view yourself." Looking ahead, she spied a twitchy man looking like he was going to cause a fire under his ass from the way he was shifting back and forth in his seat. That had to be the lemon. Kate plastered on her most charming smile, wiggling fingers in a wave at him as they approached.


"Mmm." Robert made the noise, but it didn't sound like compliance. It sounded like he wasn't sure if he believed her answer or that Gus would satisfy what she was looking to dig up. Unlike him, there was no one around that he could interrogate about Kate. She could be exactly what she presented herself to be.

Gus looked human, for the most part. It took a sharper eye to find the slight deformations that would mark him as demonic. His scattered light brown hair was thin and clung to his forehead. He looked in his thirties, perpetually nervous and either he was sweating or the heat of New Orleans wasn't doing him any favors. He was the sort of guy who always had one knee bouncing.

When Robert entered with Kate, Gus gave a wan smile. As the hostess led them to the table he stood up, bumping one knee against the underside of the table as he did so.

"Oh, hey there. Robert. Boss. Sir. How's New Orleans?" Gus seemed like the sort of guy that didn't ask questions and made damn sure not to acknowledge a pretty lady accompanying his friend if he could help it.

Robert let him know that he could. "Gus, this is Kate." His hand moved back and forth between them to facilitate the introductions. Gus finally looked at her, dead on, the fearful smile still on his face.


The man's nervous nature made him stand out, demonic marks or not. Gus looked like he would have great pit stains underneath his arms and she would bet money that he didn't smell like a rose. He breathed anxiety and sweated trepidation. Time to squeeze the little lemon.

Robert and Kate pulled up to the table as it clattered with the knock of Gus' knee. Kate glanced down, allowing her gaze to linger until she was introduced. Her face lifted with a crooked smile, winking at Gus when he finally dredged up the courage to meet her eye. "How you doin', Gus? Nice to meet you." How pedestrian and calm she was being merely because Robbie requested it. Don't say she never did anything for him.

Turning to face Robert, her smile took on a wolfish slant. "I'm going to go powder my nose. Order me a vodka with lime on the rocks?" Stretching up on her toes, it seemed as if she pressed a kiss to his cheek but she also took the opportunity to breathe against his ear. "Squeeze him for all he's worth, I'll be back in five." Then she really did kiss his cheek before sauntering away.


She asked Gus how he was doing and his smile widened, showing all of his teeth. Realizing that it seemed awkward, Gus attempted to correct himself and look more natural. It wasn't much of an improvement. "Good, good, but this place is pretty damn hot, you know?"

Somewhere, between two demons and Kate was a joke about how hot Hell was and that he should have weathered it better. Somehow the three of them managed to refrain from making a joke so obvious it would have induced an eye roll.

Robert didn't show it, but he was surprised at Kate's composure. He had grown accustomed to her flash, to the swat of her hand against his arm and one of a dozen nicknames she coined for him at random. He may have lacked the seamless charisma she had, but an expert chess player didn't need to be charismatic. He was relieved that she wasn't chastising him in front of another.

"Of course." She stretched to her toes and his head bowed fractionally, allowing the twin petals of her lips to hit their mark. Her voice curled around his ear, the message tip toeing its way into his brain. His response was to turn his head, mirroring the kissing gesture as a passing affection against her cheek.

No sooner had she sauntered that he took his seat, leveling his eyes on this old... friend. "I think we have a lot to catch up on."


It was easy to idle away the time for Kate - she had ten subplots unfolding at any given time in her brain. In the bathroom, she slid into a stall and sat on the seat fully clothed. Leaning back against the tank, heeled boots were propped on the toilet paper dispenser while her phone took her attention. A pair of feet shuffled in and out in that five minutes but otherwise, traffic was slow in the Ladies. She checked the RhyDin news, the local news, checked in with her crew, studied the Earthly stock exchange with a shark's smile, and otherwise kept herself entertained.

Even in an air conditioned building, the air was still heavy and she could taste the damp on the back of her tongue every time she swallowed. Kate hated the humidity (especially what it did to her hair) but this city crooned a lullaby she understood. A flashy outer candy shell and a filling of darkness lurking below the surface, ready to prey upon the weak and succor the strong. As the new shark in town, Kate had already bloodied the water and she looked forward to the kill. With quick swipes of her thumbs, she searched the city for information and supplies.

Five minutes was just about the longest she could go without getting bored. Besides, one of her butt cheeks had fallen asleep, though she knew Robert wouldn't willingly wake it back up with a smack. He was a work in progress. Exiting the bathroom, she clacked back to the table where Robert and the lemon were still chatting. Before resuming her seat, she took a moment to enjoy the sight of Robert in his threads, confident but relaxed. Yeah, it was a good thing she was here to make sure he presented the right image to his subjects. Sliding back into her seat, she reached first for her drink - Vodka on the rocks with a twist of lime, just the way she liked it and a cooling balm that eased the feeling of the suffocating humidity. A smile flashed at the gremlin across from her before she leaned in and pressed another kiss to Robert's cheek. "Did you boys get all the important stuff out of the way?"


Kate was a momentary interruption in what had been an intense silence. Her smile, her kiss, cut the air for a moment.

Robert hadn't been demure in his questions with Gus. He'd asked him outright if he knew that his actions might lead to his death. Gus had squirmed, stammered excuses, and tried to deflect. Robert just stared with the silent disapproval of a Roman bust. He didn't flinch when Kate arrived but leaned his head by degrees in her direction when she planted a kiss on his cheek.

Robert's dismay had momentum. At first, it seemed entirely isolated to their table but the locals began to pay more and more attention to their table.

"You see, Kate." He didn't look at her when he spoke but kept his attention fixed on Gus. "Some people will give up any information to the highest bidder, or protect themselves. They'll even sell you out and then, the next time they see you, act completely oblivious. Perhaps they would even lie about it."


There was a thickness to the air, tension crackling around them as it spread, slow like molasses. One by one, faces turned toward them – Kate noticed in her periphery, not taking her eyes from Gus the Gremlin. Pale eyes widened in a look of innocent surprise. Betrayal? Unthinkable! Her lips even formed an O, a soft mew slipping from her. Leaning closer to Robert, she put a hand to his bicep as if seeking comfort from the very idea.

“That sounds just awful. It’s one thing to trust a friend’s word, but if you have proof…” A tiny knot of worry furrowed manicured brows. “Well it sounds like you’ll have to make an example of that person so that no one else thinks they can get away with that. A public display. Either in front of everyone, or making sure what’s left of him leaves an impression.” Still, she had her eyes wide in the picture of vapid support for the Hades.


"Example?" Gus was sweating over the idea of it. Robert's head turned towards Kate, momentarily coaxed by her expression that a smile fish-hooked the corner of his lips. Attention returned to Gus, his tongue moving along the inside of his teeth to swipe them clear.

The nervous demon continued, "I'm just, you know, I don't have a way, Robert. I just got me so when someone puts the screws to me, it's me or them."

"I guess you went with what seemed like the lesser threat."

It was, at this point, that the entire restaurant paused. A waitress stopped mid-stride, one of her hands delicately supporting a narrow stemmed martini glass. New Orleans watched with baited breath to see what Hades would do.
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PostPosted: Thu May 25, 2017 10:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The tension in the room increased in the span of a heartbeat, all eyes turning upon them. The building itself (maybe even the whole city) held its breath while Robert sliced thin pieces from the opposition. Kate was a beaming mama, proud of him for finally flexing some muscle. However, she had to bite her cheek from barking at the little lemon. Barbs were ready to puncture his puffed up excuses but she couldn't let them fly today, this was Robbie's show and she could respect that.

Since he was handling his ***, Kate took a moment to bask in the power radiating from the man next to her. A slow smile spread across her lips, genuine as it was dangerous, pale eyes glittering while surveying the minions Robert could call to hand. As usual, there was more to the purty demon than met the eye - it was one of the things Kate enjoyed most about him.

Only partly was the next move a show to keep up her ditzy charade. Hands slid around his bicep nearest to her and she leaned in close, purring against the small dip below his ear. "Let him know, show him what you can do," the words breathed softly enough to keep them private, unheard by Gus or anyone else.


"It wasn't that you were a lesser threat." Gus was trying, but he had never done very well at this. He’d envisioned how he might die a million times over, but he never imagined it would be at Robert’s hand. Maybe a Nephilim would pinch him, or some higher demon. Maybe he sold the wrong bit of info.

Kate's purr in Robert’s ear was like a thick, cold meade dripping into his brain. He felt her words usher along the soft music of his heartbeat. The saxophone on the street had paused for their moment. The hot-mouth feeling of New Orleans held its breath. Robert lifted one hand to urge Gus to try to quit stammering, to quit complaining.

"Shhh," the wave of his fingers came around, closing into a fist as he stared at Gus. "There's nothing for you to worry about, not anymore."

At first, the other demon showed partial relief. The tension wrapped up in his frame had started to go slack until a realization wound him tight. One of Gus' hands gripped the roll of silverware on the table while the other desperately went to his throat. From between his lips, pieces of grain materialized from nothing, pouring out of his mouth until he was choking on slippery seeds. They fell from the gaping hole framed by his teeth, hitting the plate on the table in an erratic, musical way.


Oh, how Kate delighted in the display. Her grip on his arm tightened, anticipation mounting until Robbie's fist closed and Gus started to choke. It was like a Force choke but so much better because there wasn't just his airway being constricted, he was being filled from the inside out by...small pebbles? Cherry pits? Something that made a funny pelting sound against the plate (rain on a tin roof). It fit the atmosphere, the air coiling tighter and tighter around them. Kate's heart quickened as did her breath, teeth capturing her lower lip even as she grinned.

It wasn't that she was bloodthirsty (not today, anyway) but she did love to be on the winning side. The powerful side. The side that was kicking ass at the top of the food chain. It put her in mind of a pet project that was bubbling away in the back of her mind and she made some mental notes about it while watching the scene.

It was the second hottest thing Robbie had ever done in front of her.


Gus writhed, finding his last breath on the floor of the restaurant while Kate enjoyed every second of it. His face was on the cold tiles and he reached, desperately clawing for relief but only finding every face of New Orleans watching him passively. Robert thought he would have felt... guilt, or something heavier, but nothing came. There wasn't even the joyous tide of righteous indignation, which might have being the sort of pious spark to make him smile. It was as if what he had done had to happen, that it needed to happen, and that the blood flow of the world could continue on now that Gus was not some minor clot.

"Don't worry, darlin'," the waitress smiled with her too-white teeth, "we'll take care of the spill." The rest of the world returned to its business as if nothing had happened during Gus’ final grain-strain breaths on the floor. Maybe it even continued in a slightly better mood because of what happened. Tourists were seated in tables and music began to peel through the streets. The intense weight of the air never had changed.

He breathed and leaned back, swallowing. It seemed seconds later that all the evidence of what had happened was gone. He might have even doubted it if not for a few grain seeds that had slipped the waitress' attention on their table. That and the empty seat that had belonged to Gus. Robert took in a breath, the hand of the arm furthest from her moving to wrap around the one that she had about his bicep, "Hungry?"


She wondered if he'd stop at the last second, let the lemon live as an act of mercy or just because he was uncomfortable killing someone in cold blood while surrounded by strangers. However, the strangers were under Robert's thrall (the city's thrall) - there was no outcry, no horror, only that heavy silence that waited expectantly for Gus to die.

Once he did, the world snapped back to life around them. The cosmic order was set to rights or whatever while Kate observed, fascinated. Even a little envious. God, the ways she could abuse that sort of power...it made her a little giddy. Her smile only brightened when the waitress took care of the clean up. Damn the Traveler, but this was the life!

Robert's warm hand over the top of hers drew her attention, not even trying to hide her child-like joy at what just occurred. "Hungry?" she repeated, stuttering into a laugh. Pushing from her chair, Kate spun on the ball of one foot, lifting the other to straddle his lap and wind her arms around his shoulders. "***, Robbie, I am so turned on right now. It's not food that I'm hungry for, but maybe after."


His jaw turned to an angle as he watched her rise and spin, claiming the gap between him and the table as her own. Her thighs pressed on the outside of his and he watched her, near glowing with anticipation. Was it for him, or for what he could be? It didn't matter, not really. Kate had seemed fond of him as a pastime when he was an intriguing museum curator. Now, in his lap, he was more than aware of her approval of the changes being made.

What he didn't anticipate was how much he would enjoy her excitement and the way she fit against him. He craned his neck to catch her throat, his mouth working all the way to where the cloth of her shirt blocked him. Robert had certain tells that Kate was sure to know by now. It was all in the details: the finger-snap of cinnamon in the air that hinted she had him on the hook, that suddenly he wanted her as much as she playfully implied.


Robbie incited more purring, the vibration heavy against his lips when they were plied to her throat. She felt a nip of teeth, his hands tightening on her thighs until fingertips dug into the leather. "Mmmmm, someone smells like cookies. Or are you just happy to see me?" With a hand on his shoulder, Kate pushed him back an inch as she pulled away, leaning to put some small space between them. "Meet me in the bathroom in a minute? Or you want to just do it on the table?" A wide grin flashed teeth. "I don't mind either way, but you already know that."


"The bathroom." He said it as she put his back into the prop of his chair. He didn't fight the assertion of space. Robert had, from the very beginning, been a little taken with delayed gratification. His grip on her thighs eased, but only enough so that his hands could slide towards her knee caps, the arch of his palms fitting over them.

The choice he made was affected by the crowd, but not by any notions of him being prudish. They had announced in tidbits their intimacy to the world, but in many ways, he still believed it was their own. The idea that it would belong to the world to be exploited and on sold videos seemed inevitable, but in that current moment, he still believed that the details belonged to the two of them.


Public, private - either way, Kate was going to enjoy herself because that's what it was really about.
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PostPosted: Tue May 30, 2017 7:45 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Filled and spent, they redressed themselves like a serial killer redressed a victim. It wasn't perfect but they weren't trying to be perfect. Cries for more and whimpers of climax were left in that small room. Without them, it returned to being lifeless and impersonal.

This time he didn't pretend to pay the tab or even try. Robert was learning the drill. They just walked out and Troy was there, sitting in the sidewalk. He wagged his mangy tail and stood up, barking once in the excitement of seeing them again. They hit the streets of New Orleans with no destination in mind. He enjoyed it, just walking with her post-coitus, their bodies smelling strongly of one another.

His phone rang. Doll. One of Robert's arms was still clutched around Kate when he answered, "Yeah?"

"I found a way, my lord," the title dripped with venom. His grip on Kate became absolute.


By some stroke of luck, Kate had worn one of her less complicated outfits this evening, making it easy to put herself back together again. The mirror reflected her mussed hair, fixed easily by getting swept into a high ponytail. It nicely highlighted the bite marks that trailed from her neck to her shoulder, lost beneath the edge of her shirt.

Only a few dared to glance in their direction when they emerged from the bathroom. No matter, there was no shame or contrition in her satisfied expression, even allowing Robbie to sling an arm around her hips as they walked. All was chill with the world right whilst basking in the afterglow. Toby was there to meet them on the sidewalk - how did that dog always know where they would be? And what the hell did he get up to when he wasn't hovering under foot? The dog was on the business end of Kate's narrowed glance.

The humidity swallowed them whole once they left the restaurant but even that didn't spoil Kate's mood. Lips parted to suggest the next stop on their ambling tour when his phone chirruped. If Doll's distinctive voice hadn't given away the caller's identity, the slowing of Robbie's steps and the tightened grip would have. Kate scowled, glaring at the phone. With a quick glance around, she pulled Robert in the direction of the nearest boutique. Once inside, she imperiously commanded the lone cashier out. The woman stuttered and protested but she ended up on the other side of a locked door.

Phone in hand, Kate tapped and swiped quickly. In mid-sentence, Robert's phone switched to speaker even though he hadn't touched his screen. Kate sure as *** wasn't going to be left out of this conversation.


"There isn't much on getting a person to go back the way they were." Doll must have known that she was on speaker phone. The way she addressed him didn't change, but there was a catch in her tone that said she knew there was company.

"If it was easy I wouldn't have asked." Robert stood, his eyes looking at nothing in particular as his mind stayed engrossed in the conversation. "Well, what is it?"

"There's a witch outside of town who kept a man dead five days before she brought him back, and when he come back he was just the same. No zombie, no ghost or weirdo. She just put a little pause on him for a while. That's what you're looking for, right?"


Kate hopped up onto the nearest counter, crossing one knee over the other with a smirk. She didn't care if Doll realized her presence, stealth wasn't the point. Other than that, Kate was content to let Robbie handle the call without benefit of her contribution. After watching him with Gus, there were less reservations than before. Either Robert was starting to enjoy himself or the city was protecting its investment.

So many questions crowded together in her mouth, each fighting to be released, but she clenched her jaw to keep them at bay. While the two conversed, Kate browsed the store from her perch, checking off a few things she'd like to take with her when they left. A beaded jacket was of particular interest. The air conditioning was cool across the back of her neck, goosebumps spreading down her arms. The chill was delicious and she regretted not finishing her vodka.


"What is her name?" Robert asked.

"Sophie Clare. She's not real keen on city politics, though. Might be better to let me handle it."

His free hand was at his mouth, moving over his lower lip as he listened to her speak. His stubble was long enough that the hair felt soft, his goatee still thicker and more pronounced than the rest.

"You don't have to trouble yourself," he said, knowing well enough that it wasn't about her being troubled. "I'll speak with her on it." It was as southern as any conversation, a polite veneer covering intention and meaning.

His eyes went from the void of his thoughts, jumping over to Kate to see her prettily perched on the counter.

"Oh, but I insist. You know how some of the older ones get. They're jumpy and nervous when there's a new face in town. She might think you'd come to gentrify her neighborhood."

Robert's head tilted to the side as he tried to calculate the insult that she'd slipped him. Was it that he was a demon getting involved in these spiritual positions that had been exclusive to humanity? Was it presumed wealth or... well, he supposed it didn't matter what the exact intent was, only that he was aware she had gently tried to slip a blade under the skin.

"Then it will be a good experience for her to have."


Kate’s pale eyes watched his finger travel back and forth along his lower lip, which still bore the mark of her bite near one corner. She smirked to herself and tried to marshal every tiny scrap of patience she had to not interject.

"If I go with you, it will help. She knows me."

Kate made a face, thinking it sad how desperate Doll sounded. If she wanted to command a situation, wheedling was the worst way to go about it. Rookie.

"That won't be necessary," Robert responded, his gaze fixed up at the ceiling. Kate squinted, trying to see what he saw, but he must have been lost in thought. It was interesting to note that he didn't look at Kate during this conversation - what did that mean?

Doll's teeth could practically be heard grinding over the phone and that painted Kate's smirk even wider.

"I'll text you her location, my lord." Those two words couldn't have been filled with more resentment. Kate beamed, joy finding its way to her little black heart.

Doll hung up without waiting for a reply. Kate sniffed through her grin. Rude. She slipped from the counter with a lithe arch of her back, sauntering toward Robert. "You've been impressing me, Hades. Credit given where it's due. You might have some big brass ones hidden under all that corduroy and moping." It was a light tease, fingertips running along his forearm as she breezed past him.
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PostPosted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 6:10 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The goodbye was exactly as he expected it to be. Doll was relying less on her charisma and more on the hope that she could control and deliver the goods. Every piece of information, every ability to make it more Hers than His, was her goal. Robert wondered how it was that so many beings were drawn into these power games. Perhaps he had been wise to go unnoticed, reading in his corner?

There wasn't any going back to that. Not now, anyway. The smell of sex and Kate, of blood and the moans that had crawled up the walls and teased his arm, gave a verbal jab and walked past. He turned in her direction. What could he say to that sort of compliment? The only thing that came to mind immediately: "I need a cigarette."

Moving past Robert, Kate headed for the beaded jacket that caught her eye. Grey washed denim distressed in all the best places, princess detailing at the shoulder, and metal skull buttons at the cuffs. Yup, this was coming home with her. After grabbing her size and folding it over her shoulder, Kate ambled toward Robert.

"A cigarette, huh? Stress from Doll or still basking in the afterglow?" she asked with a smirk. His ass got a hi-five before she headed for the door. "I better let that cashier back in before she calls the cops. Can you put a whammy on her to forget about us or not care we were here, or something?" Kate glanced curiously over her shoulder at Robert, fingers curled around the handle. Once he caught up to her, Kate unlocked the door and pulled it open. Passing over the threshold, she was engulfed in the damp air once more, still not accustomed to it.

"So what do you wanna do next?"

"Doll isn't a stress." Calling her that elevated her too high for Robert's comfort, even if he was the one warning Kate not to get too cocky about it all. Was it addiction or afterglow, then, fueling the memory of his habit? Robert revealed himself with a small smile, glancing away just as her hand landed on his ass in a playful smack.

"I don't know... " He guessed at what she meant by whammy and thought it over before he continued "No one in this city seems keen on giving me trouble. Let's find out." By the time he had finished speaking, what remained of his smile was gone and he adopted his more commonly held somber expression. Stepping outside, the cashier smiled at them nervously and then hurried past into her shop, eager to hold her silence.

The air of New Orleans was more than an oppressive humidity. It surprised him at first and then settled in like a memory, reminding him of the streets he had known intimately while curling his body around a bottle in a cardboard box. What did he want to do next? His dark eyebrows rose as he combed through his immediate thoughts. His hand dug into the jacket's pocket, but, having never worn it before, there was no lighter and pack of cigarettes waiting for him. He turned into one of the little corner shops and snagged cigarettes and a lighter. He could have just walked out with them, like Kate, but he still felt the impulse to throw a few bills on the counter. When he stepped out he was lighting up, taking a draw and then speaking. "What about this coronation? What needs to be done for that?"

Snorting, Kate grinned. "On that, you and I agree." Doll wanted to be the Sword of Damocles but she was more like a thorn in the paw. Much grander in her own mind than anyone else's. Outside, the streetlamps flickered on, marking the borders between day and night. This city was old and, whatever chaos might happen within its borders, the powers here had Rules. When those Rules were broken, blood spilled and bones gleamed.

"No one in this city except me seems keen on giving you any trouble." Refusing to be part of the crowd, Kate smirked and followed him toward the convenience store, watching his ass in those jeans. How could she get him to wear those more often? Eyes narrowed speculatively while she pulled out her phone. Of course she snapped a pic but then she was on to business while Robbie helped himself to cigarettes.

"Hm?" Kate glanced up and slid her phone into a pocket. "Well, I know you hate making decisions, but a lot of that depends on you. Of course, I'll be happy to make these decisions for you," offering a bright, eager smile. "You said you wanted a play, we can arrange that. Food? Atmosphere? You still open to making this a masquerade?" As she spoke, Kate started guiding him down the street with her elbow in his. Their next destination was already in mind.

"But has it all been booked, been handled?" Had the check boxes next to all the desirable events been checked? Kate didn't look worried, but he suspected that had she ever fallen short of the mark that she would have shrugged it off or been so playful that she'd have to be forgiven. "Outside of what I wanted, the rest of it can all be decided by you." Robert didn't need to micromanage the details to assert his authority. He wasn't destined to be a great leader on his own, it was through the details that rats crept in and pushed their own agendas and it was through the details that he would let them. Leaders, good leaders, needed to care more than he did.

His saving grace was that Kate had come into the picture. He wasn't entirely aware of her objectification of him as he got the cigarettes and if he had known? He likely would have thought it was some sort of elaborate joke. The only question she asked him that he was ready to answer was about the masquerade, "Yes, I want the masquerade." His cigarette was tugged from his mouth. She had an idea in mind and drew both of their bodies towards it. His eyes were hunting, searching for some clue to what directed their steps. "I don't eat much, but I like Italian." He felt the need to be clear. "Traditional Italian." American pizza was not Italian as far as he was concerned. Robert was born in Italy, old Italy, and the idea of having dishes that he'd known and first been comfortable with was appealing. Perhaps he was getting too sentimental.

Perhaps all of that was a bit offensive, to reject the Cajun cuisine the city birthed and was known for.

The spark of her idea and the vigor of her stride was appealing enough. The crook of his elbow gave hers an affectionate squeeze. He wondered if the Morse code message of 'I like you' had been telegraphed.

"Has it been handled?" Kate turned her face toward him with a small frown - the mere notion was a tad insulting. However, Robert had a habit of underestimating her and she liked to use that to her advantage when she could. The frown eased a second after it appeared, shrugging off her indignation. "It has, don't you worry your tight little ass about it. Me and Keys and whoever the *** Troy is, we got it all handled." She couldn't help cracking a smile, shooting him a sly sideways glance.

They would have both agreed about her being his saving grace. "Good, I like masks and you like food. We are both happy with these plans." Her smirk became a grin as they moved, weaving through the tourists and pedestrians.

An ice cream stand up ahead caught Kate's eye. She steered them toward it without trying to hide her intent. "I think something cool on my tongue will hit the spot, yeah?" A winsome smile and bat of her lashes later, Kate had a double chocolate chip cone in her hand, dragging her tongue around the base to save her hand from drips. "Do you really think Doll is going to come through on this? I know you're just trying to keep her occupied but what if she delivers? Are you going to give her what she wants?"

"With the coronation well under way and Gus handled, all that is left for me to do is speak with that woman outside of town once Doll delivers the details." It was a funny way of saying he was free, that there was nothing desperately calling him to do something. It was a way of saying that she had the reins if she wanted them.

When she said 'whoever the *** Troy is' he found that smiling seemed to be unavoidable. That wasn't the most comfortable situation. Robert didn't like it when expressions crept on him and became inevitable. He didn't like it when a reaction just happened as opposed to being selected. One hand swiped at his mouth as if to literally wipe his smile away.

They approached the ice cream stand and his choice ended up being strawberry. It tasted better than he thought. Strawberry was a difficult flavor because it was easily overpowered and the synthetic versions of it were a far cry from the real thing. The ice cream cart had done well, though. He tasted the sweet-sour tones mingled with the cream. Sometimes the flavors took turns but he was, always, aware of the strawberry.

"I don't see why not. Wouldn't it be dangerous to be known for not fulfilling my contracts?" His eyes made an honest search of hers. While one hand held his ice cream cone the other moved forward, two fingers hooking into the front pocket of her pants.

"Am I along for the ride or are you flying this mission solo?" That analogy triggered a memory while she lapped at her ice cream. It softened quickly in the thick air but Kate was diligent about keeping her hand clean. More than comfortable holding the reins (it was her preference, after all), at least she had a knack for steering them toward something that was normally beneficial to the both of them.

He and strawberry were well paired, both acquired tastes that didn't appeal to the masses. "Depends on the message you want to send." She met his questing gaze, brow puckered slightly. "If you're ruthless now, Doll will be made an example of and everyone will have to wonder what else they didn't see coming. If you're ruthless later, it could be judged differently but they'll most likely underestimate you or try to take advantage of you until that point. Which do you prefer?"

"You seem to be along for the ride. Beyond that, I don't see you missing an opportunity to truly irk her." It hadn't been that long ago that Robert was accused, by a friend, of just observing. Of always being a wallflower and not an active participant. Life changed and now, instead of never lifting the reins, he periodically reached for them.

An ice cream cone and a cigarette couldn't be managed in tandem. The cigarette was lost before he thought to simply unhook those two fingers from her pant's front pocket. "If I'm ruthless now... all she's really done is irritate you and ask me to fix something she suspects is a wrong. I suppose damaging her at this point would make me blindly ruthless." There was the slow rise and fall of hs shoulders, a lick of the sweating side of his ice cream. "And the only issue with that is that I'm not. Am I misjudging the situation? Why is it I should be so ruthless?"

With the Nephilim and Gus, it had been easy. Their actions had directly speared him. Doll's greatest crimes summed up to disliking Kate and wanting what she had once had. Robert had a difficult time blaming her for wanting any of that. Kate, being the more politically minded, was likely seeing some aspect of it all that he did not.
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PostPosted: Sat Aug 26, 2017 11:24 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Not my fault she takes the bait every time," Kate quipped in between slurpy bites of ice cream. "Low hanging fruit deserves to be plucked." Underestimating Kate to her face was something she couldn't let go unanswered. "But cool, I'm happy to tag along. I even promise not to say anything to her if you don't want," turning her face to beam at him. "My presence alone will make her nuts." That was good enough for Kate.

Robert saw fit to chain himself to her physically with two hooked fingers in her pocket but she didn't mind it - kept her hands free while tugging him along where she wanted him to go. It was almost sort of convenient, really. Maybe she could get him one of those kiddie leashes?

"So, if you're not ruthless and you remain fair and steady, how do you see this working out?" She wasn't challenging his thinking but was honestly curious how he thought his reign would shape up. "I don't know these characters, which is probably why I think the best defense is a good offense. I like to get all that *** out of the way so I can coast later on. I find there's less clean up in a few years if you behead at least one person from the start. However, you and I have never exactly seen eye to eye on situations like that." A sideways smirk was directed in his general direction. "This is your gig so you tell me what you want. I'm just here to offer unwanted advice."

"I don't think I could bring myself to ask for your silence. Just your discretion." He wasn't smiling, but his voice felt like he was. He knew all too well that Kate's deference to him could be a temporary situation. There was a difference between someone who bowed because they could and someone who bowed because they didn't mind doing you that favor. She fell into the latter category, but somehow never managed to make him feel like a fool for it. That wasn't too surprising, Kate was a woman that straddled the line between worlds.

Kate's words painted a picture that they both knew and he raised no word of protest. The biggest difference was that Kate absorbed, burned, and thrived in politics and power. Robert had resigned himself to King Wallflower decades ago. The prophetic warning she gave him was not brushed to the side, he was working it over in his mind, nodding with the last bit she said, though he gave her a smirk at final comment.

"Are you hungry?" They hadn't eaten with Gus and ice cream wasn't exactly a meal. Robert didn't eat much, but he understood that other people did. He took a bite out of the half melted strawberry ice cream and let it finish dissolving in his mouth as he listened to her response.

“Discretion involves a lot of silence, usually,” giving him a pointed look over her ice cream. It was licked down to a nub at the top of the cone, where Kate nibbled experimentally because she wasn’t sure if it was edible or not. It didn’t taste bad and she didn’t get any funny looks as she took small chunks out. “But I got you, Robella. I’m not gonna do anything to put your tight little ass in the hot seat, okay? I like playing with it too much.” Turning forward again, she tugged him along with his grip on her pants. “You’d think there would be a little trust by now,” she muttered to herself against the ice cream, smearing it across her lips. That was just hurtful.

“Mmm, I could eat but there’s stuff to eat where we’re going.” Kate played leader with confidence as if she’d walked this path a hundred times or more. After a few more blocks, they reached the entrance to the New Orleans zoo. She read on the site that there were hot dogs and stuff here so that counted as food, right? At the entrance, Kate paid for two tickets (because they were cheap) and then tugged Robbie behind her. Being a weekday, there weren’t a terrible lot of people here but she kinda liked that better. “Which way do you want to go first?” One path led toward Birds of South America, the other toward the Reptile House.

"Maybe. Discretion tends to also involve a lot of the right body language." It didn't matter if a person was as silent as a breath held during a car wreck if their eyes and posture told the whole story. Being an actor without lying was elegant only if no one had pinned down your body language.

Robella. Sounded like a disease. He looked away when she said it, hearing her as he stretched to toss the last of his ice cream in the nearby bin. She tugged him along and his fingers slipped out of her pocket, resting lightly on her opposite hip, "Trust? No, it's more about not making assumptions. When you make assumptions you can drive yourself mad."

Down the path of a zoo, his eyebrows knit together. A few memories, some he hadn't thought of in a long time, surfaced like crocodiles in his mind. The zoo had been a different place two hundred years ago. It took less to impress people and they were much more easily fooled into believing parlor tricks.
His hazel eyes jumped between options and he spoke, "The birds." The selection was unexpected and for a little time a diluted smile kept the corners of his lips skyward.

Because his fingers slipped from the edge of her pocket and moved to her outside hip, Kate twirled away from him on the ball of her foot so that she could walk backwards in front of him. A crooked smile slanted her lips, her gaze salacious. "I speak all the body languages." The tip of her tongue touched the corner of her mouth, visible to Robert, and she winked before falling into step beside him once more. "Besides, I don't have any tells, baby. You think this is amateur hour?" Robert was on the business end of a sidelong bless your heart face.

Finishing off her ice cream, Kate's tongue swiped across her lips and lingered at the corners to clean up her mess. After that, she sucked her fingers - best she was gonna get until they passed a bathroom. "The birds, huh?" A smile grew, heels clacking at a relaxed pace as she sauntered at his side. One of her arms hooked around his in their familiar pose. The sidewalk became an alley, sandwiched between two large cages that stretched up two stories. The air was rent with squawks and chirps and tweets, all the birds coexisting side by side in the opposing cages. Kate stepped away from Robert to lean against the chain link, the ends of her fingers curling around the wire. She felt a little sorry for the birds, caged as they were, and wondered what it might take to come back here at night and let them all loose. Glancing over her shoulder, Kate smiled at Robbie, beckoning him closer to point out a particularly colorful parrot sitting up on a high branch, ignoring all the others. Definitely her spirit animal.

"You speak at least three body languages I know well. Perhaps there's another." It sounded dubious as if to spur her on to find out if she could. That was, gasp, flirtation. She moved with the same sort of ease as a dancer. He noticed there was no stumbling, no misstep between her backward walk and return to being tucked under one of his arms. It was someone with experience that knew that sort of dance. He didn't forget the smooth, fluid flutter of her body.

She broke away, attaching to the cage of a bird, her fingers curling between the squares of metal. He stepped up behind her, both of his hands pressing into the sides of her waist. He was slightly to her right, looking over her shoulder at the feathered dinosaurs. He leaned in, kissing the crest of her shoulder and then her cheek before he looked at the animals.

"People forget how carnivorous they were. Well, perhaps Hitchcock didn't forget." A massive gathering of vultures over a deer looked somewhere in his mind. Somewhere, bones were being picked clean.

Kate scoffed. "No, you only recognize three body languages. I gotta go slow with you or your head would explode and you'd be useless." She beamed up at him before settling at the bird exhibit. No one else was around, they were no doubt staring at the more exciting animals - predators and carnivores, things with claws and sharp teeth that frightened and thrilled.

His heat slid along her back a second before hands settled at her waist. Glancing to her right, Kate smiled to herself before settling her hands over his. Lifting them from her, she placed his hands on the cage just as hers had been before turning around to face him. "What happened to Hitchcock?" she asked. "Pecked to death by pigeons?" She'd seen it happen.
She pushed away from the fence and grabbed his hand to tug him along with her. "I don't even know what the *** happened to Toby but I feel like he's a...a god hiding in a dog's body or something. There's something weird about him. Also, if you're king of the city, can you do something about this karking humidity? It's really ruining my hair," turning a pouty lip at him.

The warmth of his smile was starting to seep away to the demeanor she knew and taunted.

A bird in the cage behind them cried out, sounding like an old woman admonishing them. He didn't turn to look at her, the washed variations of his irises turned back to Kate.

He cleared his throat, patting the pockets of his green jacket until he found his cigarettes and could light one up anew. The Witch. Doll. His eyebrows dropped low like a shelf, "I'll call her and set that up for tonight. If we let her drag her feet she'll just get more time to figure out a way to block us. The sooner, the better. After this we need to get back to..." was the mansion ‘home’? It seemed strange to call it that. "Headquarters." That was even stranger.

The fence swayed with her send off. Her hand still felt warm, clasping his and drawing him away from the moment of respite and back into a stride.

"I dreamed-- I think I dreamed-- that he was a man and spoke to me." It was hard whether to say what he had seen and experienced were real or influenced. To her assertion, Troy was a god of some sort? Robert could only say, "Probably. But he seems to be mine."

"Change the humidity? I'm not a god." He gave her a look and managed not to smile. Thoughtfully, as they passed a dour Macaw, he spoke, "The weather belongs here, anyway."


"Yeah, that sounds good," but she wrinkled her nose for 'headquarters'. Was that how he thought of his house?

"You dreamed he was a man? What did he look like, sound like? Did he smell like a dog? Because that would be a serious turn off." However, it really didn't surprise her that there was much more than met the eye with that dawg. "If he's yours, do you think you could get him to change the weather?" she asked with a grin, flashing it over her shoulder. "But yeah, I think I know what you mean about it belonging here. Keeping everyone salty, on their toes. Do you feel like you belong here? You used to live here, didn't you?" Even Kate didn't mind the atmo that much, liking the place as a whole. It had been a very long time since that happened.

Stepping through the zoo exit, her steps slowed and then she turned to face him. Smiling widely, Kate used the edges of his jacket to pull his mouth to hers. Languorous and thorough, she took her time to explore the taste and feel of his mouth as if she hadn't done the same thirty minutes ago. Her body rubbed against his, delighting in the warmth and willingness that welcomed her to come back for more. "Good," she murmured when she pulled back, licking his taste from her lips. "Now, let's get going. We've got bitches to shake down!"
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PostPosted: Sat Aug 26, 2017 11:28 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"He was a little bit like Mr. Keys. He was black, maybe somewhere in his thirties and he said... " Robert's features tightened a bit as he tried to recall it more clearly. The moment had been strange, turned upside down on its head. What had he called himself? It wasn't Troy. The name was unusual and lurked somewhere on verge of his recollection. Perhaps at midnight he would wake up, startled, and blurt the name out.

At the mention of seeing if Troy could help her with that simple, little humidity problem, he shook his head, glancing at a pair of birds in the next exhibit. One of them was grooming itself, its large white wing stretched out like an angel's as its beak cut through its feathers. She asked about him living here and there was a nod. "Yes, about ten years ago. It's how I met Roach. I was busy being a drunk and living on the streets."

He didn't feel the urge to omit the details, his experience of New Orleans could be easily packaged into a cardboard box that kept out the rain.

The gates of the zoo behind him, he felt something at the back of his neck ease. She turned to face him and his pace came to a stop, waiting for what she had to say. After speaking it he expected her to tease him, not kiss him. Her hands caught his coat and pulled him like gravity back into her. His fingers moved, catching her at the lower waist, feeling the hard line of the top hem of her pants. The motion of her lips was slow and purposeful, holding onto him without trying to. Her body pressed close, his hands had to slide to the outside of her hips when she was so near.

He squeezed her hips before she pulled back and he watched her lick her lips and refocus on the witch. He strolled behind Kate patiently, hearing the sound of Troy barking once before trotting up from behind, hanging off to Robert's right with an enthusiastic tail wag. He looked from the dog to Kate, her statement on the creature a fresh impression in his mind.

Just like that the world began turning in on itself, becoming something else while stones rearranged and the air shifted. They were deposited at the beginning of a driveway to the mansion with Mr. Keys at the door and a strange, El Dio de Los Muertos party that wouldn't end. Troy cut ahead of them and sat at Mr. Keys' feet, looking up at him with expectant, dark eyes. Mr. Keys grinned, stooped down and produced a bone from the pocket of his vest.

"Let's find our witch." They'd have to change and he needed to put the screws to Doll about where she was. Once they stepped up to the porch he looked from the dog to Mr. Keys, who smiled at them appeasingly and then opened the front door.

"Welcome back, Sir.."

"Mr. Keys."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Will you send for Doll?" They needed to have a little chat.

She had certainly had her share of bad luck that was comparable to living on the streets as a drunk so there was no judgment for the bald truth. There were no ghosts to haunt their time together.

As usual, the shift created by the portal to the mansion had her unsteady for a few, wobbling on her heels before composing herself and muttering under her breath. Stupid sloppy portal, I’ve been through smoother transitions out of the Nexus.

Toby trotted past her to head up to the deck, greeting Mr. Keys in an awfully familiar manner. Kate had a suspicion that Mr. Keys and Dog were perhaps more closely linked than she realized. Eyes and ears all over the city, how better to do it than as a creature whose presence was ignored, taken for granted? Thought to be dumb? Was the man giving a shadow of himself a treat? Pale eyes narrowed as she tried to figure it out on her own.

"Oh, and Keys? Please make sure she waits in the smallest, crappiest room appropriate." A winning smile for the major domo and then she disappeared inside the house. Kate went straight up to Robbie's room without waiting for him because if she didn't get these leather pants off immediately, she was going to melt into a disgusting pool of sweat and beauty products.

Kate didn't have to look behind her to know Robert's reaction. His muffled amusement was conveyed by the lifting of his eyebrows and the ghost of a smile. Mr. Keys never asked Robert if he should comply with Kate's wishes, he only turned his eyes on him and smiled vacantly until he nodded. Yes. The smallest, crappiest room.

He imagined Mr. Keys building that room out of nothing. A small, crappy room, suited only for the purpose of housing Doll while she waited.

Kate was three steps ahead of him. Troy was sniffing along the floor of the main area, following the edges of the large, red carpeted room. It opened up like a courtyard, the second floor facing inward over a railing. Robert watched Troy as he climbed the metal spiral staircase to the second floor. A pair of double doors were closed as a party raged. Robert wondered, briefly, if he would only find a stereo in that room instead of a crowd. No, it wouldn't have been a stereo, but the old sort of record players with a trumpet growing out of it like a flower to amplify the sound. That would have been the sort of object to sit in a room like that.

His journey ended in the master bedroom. Like Kate, he had to peel out of his clothes, shedding them like a snake to take a moment for a cold, brisk shower and intermittent kisses. At times he was feeling too caught up, too willing to be enamored of her and not realistic. Did he always have to be realistic?

After the shower and drying off, he stood at the closet, regarding it like some malevolent abyss. At the point he seemed willing to give up or grab his curator uniform, there was a ring at the nightstand. He stretch to grab the heavy hand piece of the rotary phone.

"Sir," purred Mr. Keys. "There is a Doll in the Etiquette Study awaiting you."

"Be there shortly." The old phone had a satisfying weight to it when he dropped the handle and the call shut off. There was even a ring to it, as if announcing that yes, he had indeed ended the call.

If rooms could be built from nothing, Kate wanted in on that. So many possibilities for secret passageways.

Up in the bedroom, the leather pants were flung to the floor and her shirt soon followed, a trail of crumbs left in her wake in case Robert wondered where she went. He must not have been far behind because after a few minutes, he barged into her shower. Kate tried to be haughty and toss him out but he managed to convince her otherwise.

After, Kate loitered in the bathroom to fuss with her hair but was distracted by the ringing phone. Sauntering into the bedroom, she saw Robbie stretched across the bed, holding the phone to one ear. Smirking, Kate pulled the waist of his underwear down to leave a bite mark on one cheek. Then she slapped it for good measure before allowing the elastic to snap back into place.

"What are you wearing to talk with her?" Standing in the walk-in closet, fingers tripped down the row of hanging sleeves, a butterfly touch that left fabric swaying. Pursing her lips, Kate closed her eyes to ask the closet to provide what she envisioned.

They spent a lot of time persuading one another. He was not entirely sure how it was that their worlds met or made sense, just that when the time they spent together became too long they slipped out of their clothes and into one another. And Kate? She reveled in the power and attention, the swagger in her stride having grown more pronounced.

Climbing up from the bed he moved behind her, kissing the column of her neck as her eyes shut and the closet spiraled through the abyss to meet her needs. "I didn't think it would matter. Maybe the clothes I wore when I came to this city." Something stuffy and old and yet still very much him. Even in the modern attire she had fixed to him, Robert had a way of making things look aged and tired.

"Are you high?" she asked indignantly even before opening her eyes. Turning to face him, she smirked. "No no no, Robby-cakes. Leave it to me, you'll look like everything she wants but can't have. Trust me, I know how to turn these screws." Glancing over her shoulder at the clothes, she moved to grab a pair of dark grey slacks from a hanger. "Ditch the man-panties and put these on." A steely blue shirt was handed over next, then a leather belt, and a watch. "Don't button it all the way, roll up the sleeves." This command given while she knelt on the floor, carefully choosing a pair of shoes. "You're going to go in first and I'll join you after a few minutes."

"Why would I do that? I don't have the idea that she wants me." There was some truth to that. Doll's wet dreams didn't' consist of pale demons with dour attitudes. What they did consist of, though, were men that got her what she wanted, which Robert was.

"No underwear?" The look he gave her was bizarre. His hands were holstered at her hips just up until the point that she moved to grab his pants. He was trying to piece together the game plan and just what it was she was calculating. One hand held the hanger while the other trailed down the length of the pant leg.

A question loomed, "And if she offers me a favor?" He was, of course, implying that Doll would use sex as persuasion. It was unclear if his question was innocently asking her what to do, or if it was a cheaply veiled attempt to see what it was Kate hoped he would do.

"Well, I didn't mean literally." Kate chuckled, lips twisted in a wry expression. "I meant that you will represent everything she wants but can't have. Power. Besides, where's the trust?" She pretended a hurt look but it fell flat. "Maybe she does want you, who wouldn't? You're easy on the eyes. But I don't feel like that's her angle. If she did try to get in your pants, I think it would be to strike at me." No offense to Robbie's manly pride or anything but Kate called it like she saw it.

There was no need to share that the lack of underwear was purely Kate's preference and had nothing to do with the carefully deliberate tableau she was trying to present. "Nope, no man-panties. It gives you street cred and no lines!" Taking a step back, she waited to see if he would comply. Arms crossed beneath her breasts, one hip cocked. "Offers you a favor? Like, tries to crawl under the desk and give you a bj? Or, like, pick up your drycleaning?" Lips became an uneven plane, one side skewed higher than the other. The graceful line of her collarbone was defined with a small shrug. "That is purely your choice, sweet cheeks. But it will be your loss if this is your way of showing me the door."

There was a certain difficulty to denying a nude woman with demands. She struck her pose and made a show of insisting, which was enough for him to hook his thumbs under the elastic and tear it down to his ankles. First, the pants went to the bed and then the "man panties" had to go.

"The door?" He tilted his head to the side while buttoning up his shirt, "I thought you had an open door policy? Or is this a situation that applies because it's Doll and not other women?" Before the conversation became too much of a metaphor, too much of something else, he queried, "Are we exclusive?" He had not strayed from her, then again, there was hardly time enough to sleep between the sex and adventures with her. Was that incidental or on purpose? He assumed Kate wanted freedom, to do whatever she liked with whomever she liked with little, if any, need to confess her activities with him.

Robert did not, or had ever, asked about them up to that point.
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