#deagra

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Jack had left the apartment early that day, entrusting that Jade would be fine by himself. The Raven had yet to emerge from his quarters and Jack was confident that he would be back by the afternoon. With Pepper at his side, the mechanical feline trotted happily, traversing with the dragon as he always did. An endless companion for a timeless creature, handcrafted by Darnath himself, Jack was rarely without Pepper in some form or another. Hells, even a feline who greeted Jade with happy meows, unwavered at the heat the man produced.

Outland was the journey's destination, an old outpost where Ethereals liked to still trade. While Darnath may have been excelling in prosthetics and bringing life into mechanical companions, Jack's tricks stayed closer to his branded 'Ethtech', engineering by Ethereals that he had studied for years before even meeting those in his life today.

The day had been filled with trading and tinkering, gathering the supplies he needed before he was off to Pandaria with Pepper still in tow to head to the Timeless Isle once more. A few weeks there was a mere few hours in the rest of the world, and it would give the dragon time to relax and work quietly by himself.

Each little piece and part was spread out in a familiar cave he and the raven had spent their time in together and one by one, each gear and gadget was placed together, building the perfect shape of something spectacular. Hands became greasy and worn as he worked feverishly for weeks.

Pepper often slept and relaxed nearby, once in a while playing with gears and rivets that rolled around. Jack had begun to wonder if that's what Dar or even Dicenne felt like while working and Jack entertained himself in their workspaces. Such brought a small smile to his face.

Memories flooded his brain during work, some things that he hadn't thought of in a long time, some that he was still angry about, and some that still brought a tint of red to his cheeks even then. He wondered how his friends were doing, those he hadn't seen in ages. Sana, Onyx, Cay... Those important in his life one way or another that he hadn't kept in contact with while 'sorting himself out'. Mayhap a party or a visit was overdue.

By the time he finished his work, Jack packed up the new egg-shaped item and hooked Pepper under his other arm, using a portal to get home once they were clear of the Timeless Isle's magic. He'd set his own companion down and just as he was getting ready to enter, a notification went off on his Tart comm.

Deagra? What did he miss?

"Hey uhh... think I hurt myself a bit in the practice room... little help guys?"

Sent 4 hours ago.

Furrowing a moment, Jackary chewed his lip at having missed the message and typed a quick reply to the group, balancing the attempt to open the door and carry all of his supplies at the same time. A simple 'Everything okay? Just got this' and a hope that someone had gotten to it already.

Naturally the moment he stepped into his apartment, his nose twitched at the scent of the place. Burnt salt, sugar, cleaning products, baked goods, sweat, and ashes... Whatever had happened in here, he was honestly unsure if he really wanted to know.

"Jade?" As he called out and stepped in, his toolbox was set off to the side, followed by Pepper who went bounding into the house to climb his cat tree, initiating weeks of pent-up ZOOMIES all over the house. The mechanical egg was carried over and when he paused at the cookie plate and note scribbled in front of Darnath's door, a small smile crossed his features. With the same amount of care, the item Jack had been slaving over was set in front of Jade's door before he moved his way into his own room. After all, he certainly needed a shower.

Deagra pulled her coat up to stave off a shiver. Despite the constant light pouring down on the area, Revendreth was a cold, still land. Her sinstone weighed heavier today, despite all her progress since being dragged across the veil, still living. She didn't mind, it was useful sometime for the newly arrived souls to see a her with a stone of her own, to know their fate can ease over time.

She walked along the decrepit hallways of the sanctum, she seemed one of the few who bothered with keeping her quarters respectable, likely a result of many of her colleagues giving in to the entropy of time and the transient nature of the material. Likely also, why they indulge in experiences and companionship, the more unpredictable pleasures.

She knew, in all likelihood, that was to be her fate, not so terrible a thing, she supposed.

Soon, the comparably plush living quarters gave way to the wails and cries echoing down the circular stairwell, Deagra lighting a bit of felfire in her hand to better light her path as the descended into the rehabilitation wing.

She passed by each cell, there were so many, she hadn't even begun to fully explore the vast dungeons. This had, in its original time, been reserved for Venthyr who relapsed, however for now, it was both a place of healing from the horrors that these souls had experienced in the Maw, and a place of punishment for their cruelty in life.

She was still living, and still in the middle of her own rehabilitation, but the Accessor had named her Countess all the same, and had tasked a limited amount of souls at her charge. The dwarf had found it acceptable, what better way to atone than to help people like her?

And so, once more, she stopped in front of the cell belonging to Lunro Venomshank. The Mercenary she had tasked with assassinating the Wildhammer Ambassador Truthhammer. The assassin she'd had killed in prison so he wouldn't talk.

The soul took form, eyes still burning with hatred. She entered the room, pulled out a thermos and poured some anima-infused tea for the both of them, and sat.

"Hello again. Shall we get started?" she said, gesturing for him to sit.

For Pin, And Dea

Send me a ❣ and I'll gauge my character's attraction to yours at this point in time - For Pin

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Sexual Attraction

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Romantic Attraction

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Crushing

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ | Squishing

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Sensual Attraction

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Aesthetic Attraction

Low ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ High

"Was I sposed t' answer this any other way? I married 'er fer a reason."

For Deagra

✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sexual Attraction

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Crushing

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Squishing

✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sensual Attraction

✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Aesthetic Attraction

Low ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ High

Leon is not an arrogant or even confident man a lot of the time if he's given time to think about it, but...he's pretty sure he might not have to try very hard if he wanted to get with Deagra. She's pretty blatantly made eyes at him a few times and I think has made actual passes once or twice, but I might be misremembering that second bit. Either way, Deagra is one of precious few people who's made it abundantly and undeniably clear she's attracted to him, even to get through his own thick skull.

Pin:

“Oh, this means war, you brilliant little shit.”

Dea:

(NSFW Prompt)

How interested they are in having sex with them:

“I’ve never been with ‘er, an’ we’ve only ‘ad a few short chats, but she’s been pretty open about ‘er own int’rest in me an’ I can’t say I ‘aven’t been tempted, but I think I’d rather know ‘er a bit longer first.”

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them:

“Reas’nably sure no gold’d need t’change ‘ands fer tha’, t’be honest. Though I’m curious what she’d do if I ‘anded ‘er one o’ my old flyers an’ told ‘er my rates. Pure curiosity, mind; I wouldn’t ‘old ‘er to it!”

If they would rather bottom or top them:

“She seems like a top t’me, an’ tha’ does rev m’ motor a fair bit.”

How good they think they would be:

“If ‘er confidence matches ‘er skill, I’m in fer a ride.”

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:

“Counter, I think. It’s just fun with th’ shorter ones.”

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love:

“Def’nitely fuckin’ all th’ way.”

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:

“Mm... I’m really not sure. Maybe Sabbac? Th’ size dif’rences b’tween th’ three of us’d make tha’ a bit complicated, but I’d feel like a bastard not invitin’ ‘er when she’s got dirty li’l ‘eart-eyes fer th’ lady like she does. Worthwhile complication, hey?”

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen: