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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Aug 15, 2007 16:17:49 GMT -5
Aprodite carefully made her way across the room to sit on the end of the bed, crossing her legs. One hand on her knee, the other on the bed. It had been taken as an invitation, although even if it was a refusal she probably would have entered anyways.
Eyes focused on Alistair, letting them lazily move across his form and then settling on his mechanical arm. "Your name's Alistair, right? You can call me Aphrodite." She was friendly enough, but her voice wasn't exactly warm. It had a sort of constant freeze on it, not necessarily cold, just frosty. Gaurded as she tried to get a feel for the cyborg, judge his personality. Not that she could be too critical at the moment. From what she had seen he was in absolutely awful shape. The two days Eros had mentioned to her almost didn't seem like enough.
A brief smile, "Nice to finally see you when you're not unconsious." the smile of the explosives expert wasn't sweet though, it was amused and ever so slightly sultry. It was boring looking at the man when he was nothing more than a corpse, to see him animated was far more interesting. Aphrodite wasn't going to let his grumpiness get to her though, no, if anything she was going to try and improve that mood. It wasn't everyday she got to meet somebody new who didn't want to kill her. Or who she wasn't going to kill.
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Post by Obelisk on Aug 15, 2007 18:06:33 GMT -5
Alistair shifted away from the woman as her weight pressed down on the mattress. He instantly regretted the movement, however, as his senses flared, swamping his mind with a heady, foggy feeling. The cyborg rested propped against the wall and banged his head back against said wall a few times, illustrating just how fucking frustrated he was. There was part of him that wanted to tear shit apart, to break things, to displace his anger, confusion, and sheer rage on something or someone else, as if it would make him feel better to see someone else hurting and under turmoil.
Ice-like eyes fell to Aphrodite and Alistair swallowed, nostrils flaring in a brief instant. He almost looked like an cornered animal, frightened but still very, very dangerous. It had taken a lot out of the man to keep his composure in front of Eros. There was no way in hell that Alistair would let himself look weak in front of his eyes, but now that Eros was gone, it was quite clear just how much ground Alistair had lost.
He concentrated on Aphrodite's voice, the tone and inflection of it. He tried to push the violent thoughts out of his mind and met with some success. Gritting his teeth, Alistair spoke, but his voice had lost its cold appeal and lacked any venom.
" What's your game, sweetheart? Eros send you in here to try and get some info out of me? Shit, darling, I got nothing." Alistair sounded strangely breathless, despite his fully functioning mechanical lungs He licked his lips and swallowed again, watching the other with a cautious eye.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Aug 15, 2007 19:35:19 GMT -5
The woman laughed at his accusation. It was a low pleasant thing. Dark eyes cast an amused look at Alistair, grinning, the tip of her full lips quirking upwards.
"Eros wouldn't be able to order someone to tie his shoes, let alone gather information." She cast a glance to the door which she had half-closed behind herself. "Our faithful leader is upstairs getting sloshed with Pan while Persephone tries to get into his pants." The smile extended along her face, looking upwards at the ceiling before returning her attention to Alistair. They were having a victory party and even though she had been invited, Aphrodite would rather be visiting their little project. And she wasn't horribly fond of the only other female, either.
"Can't you enjoy some company without being suspcious?" Both hands extended behind herself to lean back comfortably and let her hair pool on the bed.
Alistair didn't seem half as bad as the others were making him out to be. The only good words she heard were from Apollo, and along with him they were the ones who insisted on upgraded sleeping quarters. A bit rough around the edges maybe, but not the collosal asshole he had been described as being.
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Post by Obelisk on Aug 15, 2007 21:37:40 GMT -5
Alistair shot the woman an incredulous look but much of the effect was lost due to his looking rather anxious. It did bring him some manner of satisfaction that Eros was not respected and admired wholly by the crew -- not to the extent Persephone gave him, at least. Still there was little that would quell the man's suspicion, his paranoia. The fact that his sensory system was going haywire didn't help things much either. Two days? He should've demanded the entire week.
" Come on sweetheart, lookit me. I've just been cut open and screwed with by your high and mighty leader. Now I'm sitting pretty as your prisoner." He managed a lopsided smirk, " Can you blame a guy for being suspicious?" Alistair swallowed again and pressed harder against the wall with his back, finding the cool sensation comforting. His forehead developed a sheen as he started to sweat. He looked like a junkie going under a detoxification program. Sickly, Ill, and maybe a little insane.
" I think you're better off getting plastered with your friends. Afraid I won't make for good company right now." He sniffed, "Feelin' a bit.... weird. Is it hot in here? Fuck." His vision blurred until he rubbed at his eyes vigorously. " You know," Alistair began, eyes flicking up to Aphrodite's face. " This really kind of sucks." Alistair left it at that and made no move to elaborate. He figured his new "buddy" would be quick enough to understand. Not that he expected her to care, but hell, it was nice to talk to someone who wasn't a complete asshole.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Aug 15, 2007 22:36:56 GMT -5
She couldn't deny that he had a point so gave in with a shrug of her shoulders. Nor did she seem phased when Alistair spoke poorly of Eros. "You kiddin' me? I'd much rather get to know a tall dark mysterious stranger than hang out with boring drunks I see every day." The smile itself was an oddity, as one would expect those living in the lower classes of life to have awful teeth but hers were surprisingly white and straight. It almost made one wonder where she had started out. Body turned to look at Alistair as he complained, brows knitting with what be be taken as concern.
Fingers ran through her hair, threading them into the black mass anxiously, flipping it before she stood. "You don't look so good, let me get you the doc, or atleast an icepack or something." Hands went to her hips, peering at the cyborg despite the few coils of hair blocking her vision. "There's no way in hell you can recover in two days, Ali. You have no idea how hard it is out there."
Whether or not this was a lecture, telling him not to be so bullheaded and to ask for more time. Or perhaps it was genuine concern. Or maybe even the opening to 'how hard it is'. But right now Aphrodite was looking to help the cyborg in any way she could, for whatever motives she had.
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Post by Obelisk on Aug 15, 2007 23:32:13 GMT -5
It was strange, really, that Aphrodite appeared to be so considerate. Alistair had expected nothing but hate from any mutant. He'd been a cop, after all -- a slave and drone of the government. He'd been party to their plan of suppressing the mutants, of exterminating them. When he was in uniform, Alistair was always aware of the hateful glares thrown in his direction. He hadn't cared then and he shouldn't now, but part of him did, the one that was awoken when the inhibitor circuits broke.
Though suspicious, Alistair felt he should give the woman the benefit of the doubt. Maybe, just maybe there weren't any ulterior motives to her actions and words. The cyborg's eyes slid shut as he released a small sigh in defeat. Maybe she was right. Hell she was right. There was no maybe. He had no chance of getting used to his revived senses in two measly days.
"Yeah...yeah. I know. I'm clueless, a goverment hound who knows nothing of hardship. Save me the lecture, doll." The man rasped out, gaze opening to regard Aphrodite with a look of resignation. " I don't know what a doctor could do...but thanks." The man offered a wan smile and rested his head back against the wall. Maybe they could knock him out or something. Right now Alistair felt like his foundation was crumbling and he'd lose it at any given second. Hopefully the cyborg would have enough strength to weather what was becoming a very frustrating storm.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Aug 16, 2007 0:25:01 GMT -5
Aphrodite couldn't resist another laugh. "Oh, honey, don't worry, i'm not bitter against you people. They just let me explode things here, that's all i'm interested in." The wave of a hand, pausing with a hmm before she turned on her bare feet and exiting the room.
She was only gone for a few minutes, probably around five, before she returned. There was no Apollo with her, just an icepack in one hand and fingers wrapped around a handful of something else. Without so much as asking the woman deposited herself next to the cyborg on the bed, kneeling on the edge nex to his torso instead of at the foot. This was so that she could face him and hold out her hand to offer him the little white tablets.
"They're safe, cross my heart an' hope to die. Just something to take the edge off." Smooth voice, and she seemed honest enough. And without so much as asking the mutant reached out to place the bag of ice on his forehead and hold it there herself, apparently being incredibly forward.
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Post by Obelisk on Aug 16, 2007 1:30:17 GMT -5
Alistair had watched the door until Aphrodite returned, his eyes unfocused until she stepped into the room once more. She was a curious thing, really. If there was one thing Alistair had not expected it was kindness and care from a mutant. Any showing of benevolence was greatly appreciated, however, and he wouldn't spurn it.
The proximity of the woman came as a surprise. She invaded his personal space but Alistair tried not to let it bother him. She was only trying to help after all. Or as far as the cyborg knew she was. Alistair couldn't read minds, couldn't see past her actions and nice words.
A seething breath was exhaled through grit teeth at the sensation of the cold, cold ice against his forehead. At first it almost hurt, but soon enough the Cyborg began to relax. It helped, the cold. It numbed things, made his overly sensitive senses less overwhelming. He'd accepted the pills with an appreciative smile and popped them back, swallowing them easily.
He stayed silent for a long moment, eyes sliding shut until he felt his mind and body quieting, calming. It was only then that he opened his eyes and directed them to Aphrodite's face. He was feeling better. She had helped. She had made him feel better. Maybe she could be trusted after all.
A smile, this one with a bit of warmth and strength behind it, worked its way to his scarred lips.
"Thanks, hun. I feel better. Well, less like I'm about to lose my mind. That's gotta be good, yeah?" Still smiling, he waited for her to say something in return. Hell, maybe his stay in Mutant Inc. wouldn't be so bad.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Aug 16, 2007 13:41:42 GMT -5
Gamma-hydroxybutyrate powder could be easily forced into capsules. The reason Aphrodite liked it so much was that unlike Flunitrazepam, it only took moments to work its way into the system and wouldn't destroy memory of the events that transpired. And GHB was cheap as hell, especially in the slums where it was taken so often for recreational use. Sure, some said it had a salty taste, but nobody ever noticed that. Liquid Ecstasy would quickly take hold in Alistairs system and the date rape drug would cause euphoria, increased enjoyment of movement, increased libido, increased sociability and intoxication. Aphrodite almost considered taking some herself for fun, but she knew better.
"Very good, yeah." Icebag was put on the sidetable to melt, wiping the condensation that had gathered on her hand off on Alistairs chest. The digits remained where they were, not pulling away once the moisture was removed from velvet-soft hands. "You know, there's more to 'feeling' than just pain. There's something we like to call..."
She leaned over him, dark hair spilling over her shoulders and shading her face. Nothing could hide what she did, though. Aphrodite bent over to press her lips to his, stealing that scarred mouth in a none-too-chaste kiss. Eyes remained open, pulling back with an air of satisfaction and finished her sentence.
"Pleasure."
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