Fashionable, for a Fish Monster

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Arshia looked down at the runelocked seal in front of her. She didn’t turn to face Lore, instead opting to continue the conversation as she looked it over. “How long have you been watching me go at this?” She’d been puzzling over this thing for something like eight straight hours, with only breaks to eat, drink, or just look at something else to interrupt.

She hadn’t actually made any attempts to open it, since she was reasonably certain there was a trap of some variety if she didn’t magically guess the correct combination. Say what you will about long-dead alien civilizations: they knew when something was worth protecting.

Arshia smiled to herself. It was rare enough to hear a compliment from Lore, rarer still that it was something so relevant to both of their interests. She let the pause speak for itself. “Yes,” she said with a sigh. “They certainly knew what they were doing.” She gestured to the fading inscription on the box’s lid. “I can make out all the original text–and lucky for me, my vision’s good enough that I can even read the thinner graphemes they used to–” she shook her head. “Ah, never mind. Point is, I can read the damn thing, but it’s not doing me a whole lotta good.”

She let out a chuckle at Lore’s joke. “Well, fortunately I believe this predates both of those, so we’re clear on those fronts. No, this is supposed to contain…well, technically just a key. But a key to…” she gestured to the larger, circular seal on the ground in front of her. “That.”

How had he missed the seal? Evey was beginning to become aware that for someone who claimed to be able to perceive events and occurrences outside the field of human capability, he sure did miss a lot.

“Have you given any thought to what may lay beyond the seal? If perhaps it is one of those many things in this universe that no ma…that no one was meant to know? It may even be worse than the consequences of incorrectly entering the sequence.”

Lore reached out a foot, tapping it against the seal. As a result of the seal’s protections interacting with the base material of his footwear, a series of sparks erupted - as blatant a warning sign as the higher powers usually provided.

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“Okay, I think you’re missing the point,” Arshia ducked under a blow from not-Marina, who was now mostly just trying to get a very well-coordinated cat off from her back. “The cat came from stars-know-where, is at least tangentially related to her interdimensional communiques, and–” she stepped aside as not-Marina bumped into the wall where Arshia had recently been standing.

“And I could really use your muscles holding that body down right now so I can finish my job and we can have a real conversation.”

“Wait, what?” not-Marina said, turning and finally noticing Epiphron. “Oh…balls.”

The cat, for its part had managed to get its claws stuck somewhere in not-Marina’s clothes and was trying rather desperately to get unstuck so it continue its work.

Arshia was ordinarily not opposed to fighting, but Marina–and particularly this body–was one she rather liked, and her usual methods of combat were too lethal to use on a body she wanted to keep around. So she opted for her less-than-optimal tactic of getting the shit kicked out of her while Marina-but-a-cat did her work. This was going…not so well.

—- OF COURSE HE WAS MISSING THE POINT, because there seriously was no point to understand here ! Her friend-slash-lover had turned into a cat, her body was apparently possessed by some cosmically evil entity or some shit along those lines, and he was so far lost behind, Arshia would need to send him a postal card to invite him back in the fun. But muscles was a word he need and a command he could somewhat obey without needing a drawing, a lengthy explanation, and five more weeks to ponder about it.

STEPPING inside the room, Epiphron did not hesitate for a split second before grabbing the fake Marina’s arm, pulling her at him, kicking her feet from under her as he did so. Pushing her, he made certain to not allow her to crash on her back ( on the cat ? ), using his own weight to send her falling on her side instead.

JAMMING a knee in her lower back, he made sure to leave enough room for the cat ( that was still so surreal, but not much more surprising ) to get unstuck and keep clawing if it needed to.

BUT he held her down with all of his weight. Just to see how strong she really was.

       << Alright, alright kids, fun’s over. N-n-no one’s allowed t-t-to b-b-bust anyone’s face w-w-when I’m around, okay. >>

“Aw, c’mon, I was just having some fun!” not-Marina said. “Cut a space bug some slack, huh?”

Arshia shook her head. “Shan. Easy as the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its radius.” Pi. She sighed and pinched her nose. “Also the most annoying possible outcome.” She turned to Epiphron. “Ephi. You’re doing great. Something’s gonna come out of Marina’s body and I need you to catch it before it goes in anyone else’s. Cool?”

“Whoa. Whoa. Easy there, warden. I didn’t mean any harm by it.”

Arshia shot a glare at not-Marina. “You shoulda died with your planet, parasite.”

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Arshia looked down at the runelocked seal in front of her. She didn’t turn to face Lore, instead opting to continue the conversation as she looked it over. “How long have you been watching me go at this?” She’d been puzzling over this thing for something like eight straight hours, with only breaks to eat, drink, or just look at something else to interrupt.

She hadn’t actually made any attempts to open it, since she was reasonably certain there was a trap of some variety if she didn’t magically guess the correct combination. Say what you will about long-dead alien civilizations: they knew when something was worth protecting.

He leaned over, careful to keep his hands in his pockets so he would not even give off the intention of touching the box - these things had a way of picking up on such urges.

“Yes, whoever designed this was certainly unwilling to let it fall into the wrong hands…”

Lore’s glasses slipped down from his hair to over his eyes, allowing him to see things clearer - much clearer.

Arshia cocked her head curiously to one side. The silence with which she regarded Kimbley was long, lasting the larger part of thirty seconds, and in it she barely seemed to breathe, let alone move. He was analyzing her, and she’d be damned if he was the only one doing the analyzing.

He had slouched…but only just, as likely a ruse as reality. “Has it?” she asked, her voice resembling the breeze that passed through the alley on occasion. “Fraid I wouldn’ know.” She shrugged, her head returning to its former upright position. The joke appeared to either be so banal to her that she didn’t justify it, or merely have passed over her head, as the fish woman made no effort to address it. Not even the slightest twitch of her thin lips.

“Ain’t really from ‘round these parts. S’pose I might be needin’ a rest. Or a drink.” she flashed a toothy grin, revealing anglerfish-like teeth: long, thin daggers lined her gums. “Somefin’s rotten in th’ state’f Amestris. I ain’t cross no desert for quiet.”

Of course Kimbley matched the creature’s scrutiny during the entirety of the exchange, but he ensured it was the sort of scrutiny that did not present an overt threat. He was enjoying, after all, this little chat—and, at her remarks concerning her needs, decided he would certainly have no qualms with inviting yet another addition to the Nest’s already widening plethora of animal acquaintances.

“Then I do believe I could be of assistance,” Kimbley offered, finally getting to his feet. He took a moment to stretch himself out, joints crackling almost absurdly as he did so, then retrieved the clothes he had slung over the back of his chair and swung them onto his shoulder. “Right around the corner is a little establishment known as the Devil’s Nest. It might be considered a bit of a dingy hovel to some unfamiliar with its nature, but I find it to provide an array of pleasant diversions—respite, surprisingly, amongst them.”

Sauntering forward, hands in his pockets, he expected her to follow—though, not without first adding:

“Drinks first,” she said. “I don’ s’pose this dingy hovel’o yers takes Xingese coin?” She thrust one of her hands into a pocket seemingly for the sole purpose of making the coins in it jangle obnoxiously. “Been hard prest t’finda place ‘round these parts what takes ‘em.” It didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest that she was walking around with what sounded like a small fortune in her pocket. Perhaps she was just naive? Or perhaps, as her bearing and banter to this point had suggested, she was merely well-enough acquainted with combat to believe any robber who targeted her was in for a very bad day.

Because we can’t all just put brains in jars to see how they tick.

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them ♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook ∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light ☂ - THUNDERSTORM - a difficult or miserable time in their life ⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned ☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time ☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life

send my muse inappropriate questions

flirt with them anonymously or not

try to make them blush

kiss them at random

send me terrible pickup lines 

get my muse hot and bothered 

001 . ————- flirting .

“hey gorgeous… is this seat taken?”

“your body looks s o good in this light”

“care to dance? i’ll teach you how hips work”

“how about i get you a drink and you tell me about yourself?”

“here i dreaded going out… and i was lucky enough to meet an angel”

“come closer baby”

“want to come and join me?”

“oh you got a little something there… let me fix it for you”

“your eyes are gorgeous”

“your lips are so beautiful”

“do you come here often?”

“your place or mine?”

002 . ————— behind closed doors.

“oh baby… you’re so hard/wet.”

“kiss me… harder.”

“kiss me — there…”

“please… i need you”

“shut the door — quickly… i can’t wait to fuck you”

“your breasts so beautiful”

“unzip me ~ slowly…”

“hurry up… i’m getting impatient ~”

“how about… i pour champagne down your stomach… and get a little naughty”

“are you a naughty girl/boy?”

“that’s right baby, spread open for me”

“how does it feel? ~ you like that?”

“you’re driving me crazy… ! ”

“keep them on… i like it that way”

“You really know how to make a girl wet…“

“Tell me where you want to touch me first.“

“I can’t wait for you to put it in me.“

003 . ————— in the act .

“Bite my neck and fuck me harder.”

“I want you to cum all over my face.“

“Don’t stop.“

“Fill me up.“

“You like how I fuck you?“

“Cum for me.“

“That’s… s o good —”

“Mmm… please… ”

“G—god, more… more!”