Post

Tyramon wrote:

North South North West Kansas

Corali smiled and nodded.
"Shall we move on, or...?"
She shivered with delight.
"This is feeling better by the second, so either way is fine with me."
Corali's ears took on a relatively cat-like appearance and twitched a bit.
Debris rains down on the planet causing mass panic. Afterwards, there is a lot of confusion surrounding the fact that the debris was made of metal. Several of the Du Pou wooden starships are sent to investigate within the system.

Judy shrugged and let out a small chuckle.
"We are together if that's what you're asking, yes; I mean, come on..."

She waved her hands in the air.
"Smart, witty, and while she may have the external appearance of an apathetic and narcissistic bitch, she's really humble and kind when she's not messing around."

Judy sighed contently.
"She's kind to me...very kind."

Vara nodded as she stretched.
"How long have you been a thing?"

"Welp...oh it would've been about eight...nine months? we've gotten to the hassling part of the relationship where we give each other smack for the heck of it."

******

While making an exerted effort to find an individual good with animals, she finds one such woman...or rather, teenager; what she assumed to be a twenty five year old woman was actually a girl who was seventeen, going on eighteen in a few weeks. Delegata should have assumed immediately from the Hartian drawl and overuse of farm-related nomenclature, metaphors and phrases that this was a girl who grew up on a farm. When interviewed, she admitted that she had a way with animals, but mainly had experience with horses, and proudly stated she was beginning to breed what she called a "Waste-Horse"; a horse capable of surviving the hostile environment of Aerlanica.

As for sly individuals, unfortunately her search turned up little in regards to espionage related individuals; she would have to train one up, or possibly enlist the help of a Succubi/Incubi.

As for the artist and the poet, with their newfound enhancements Delegata was increasingly astounded by the quality of the work. The artist herself occasionally used the Security officer as a muse, who continued to show off to Delegata his combat prowess. The poet, still meek and shy, often sent his pieces to Delegata using one of her bronze servants.

******

Rachael hesitated, then pursed her lips.
"I..."

She frowned in thought before her face crossed into pleasant surprise.
"I...wow, I...I don't...I don't know what to say...Mistress Alyne I..." a nervous giggle, "...I...no one's...ever asked me that...before I...I guess...continue to service...you...Mistress Alyne...after all that is why I'm here; for you."

North South North West Kansas

Eastrid let out a happy giggle.
"I am happy you are happy." she said.

North South North West Kansas wrote:

-snip-

William nodded.
"Split and meet back here by noon?"

***

Tsarina nodded with a small smile.
"Well, this bad boy's coming off I guess."

She stood up and began to unfasten her corset.
"Hey...is it just me or is there an unhealthy amount of sexual tension between that guy and the Queen?" Tsarina asked, giving a nod to William and Kiki.

***

Darcy opened the door and, holding a towel around her chest, peaked out.
"Oh...wait that's the place we went to before I transitioned..."

She frowned.
"Ah...yeah sounds like a plan I guess...who's going to sit the...cat though?"