♦ ♦ 17th Contract

[mortemscintilla]

Just had a handjob preempted by a huge bolt of static electricity leaping from her fingertip to my sack. I hate this time of year.

 

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[ Someone might've dropped their device. ]

That wasn't what I was supposed to type!!

[ Shyeah. Good luck weaseling out of this one, Li. ]

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[manyadenouement]

[Yeah. He is so not letting this one go.]

Some like electricity play though.

text because he's pretending to be embarrassed

[mortemscintilla]

[ He knows. But in this case, he's free to blame the City for the little 'slip'. ]

That doesn't mean everyone does!

Anyway, it wasn't what I was going to type.

video; THREADJACKING

[majorcrotchgrab]

I bet you just haven't tried it.

text <33

[mortemscintilla]

[ Oh, Raikov. You can bet your sweet Soviet ass he's tried it. Hei's ability is to wield lethal volts of electricity. ]

[ (Sound familiar?) ]

I don't think I want to.

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[manyadenouement]

What were you going to type?

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[through_glass]

[Oh really.

Well, he actually doesn't care what a person's sexual preferences are. If this person wanted to thrust into a light socket repeatedly then he wouldn't question it.

Maybe he'd watch though.

If he wasn't busy watching someone else do something that would provide him with substantially more information.

So yeah. This is boring and his first real attempt to look at his device has let him to believe there is nothing on here. Forget the fact that he's a Doll and doesn't feel boredom, that's clearly not the point.

Back to spying on people through glass where he doesn't have to talk to them.]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ Nothing to see here, kid. ]

[ Just a flustered derp derping derpily in Cafe Satine's kitchen. ]

[ Derp. ]

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[anatural]

[She really wishes she hadn't decided to check her device today.]

action; evening

[anatural]

[But whatever. Like it really matters. They'd had a few good times together; that doesn't mean she has to care about him (except she does). And is it really a surprise? She'd seen the way he had looked at that green haired girl in the club. It's not like he really cares about her (except in his strange twisted way, she's pretty sure he does. Why else would he let her keep her memories?)

It's not like you haven't done inappropriate things with someone else's boyfriend.

WHATEVER. It doesn't matter. She has more important things to do, like make sure the cats don't kill each other and Hamlet doesn't tease Naga and the sheep don't try to eat sand. Then there's meditation with Jinora, maybe some sparring with Chief Bei Fong, and before she knows it it's time to go to work.

Ugh. Work. She still hates it in the Underground, but she hasn't quit and somehow has managed not to get fired, either. The nights she works tend to be full of ladies -- she's developed a reputation for busting the balls of skeevy pervs.

Like this slimy little asshole who likes to wander around and grope unsuspecting women. Who let him in?! Korra's going to read the riot act to the guy who works the shift before her, but for now she's lifting the little perv into the air by his collar.]

What have I told you about coming here?

action; evening

[mortemscintilla]

[ He's made perfunctory rounds of the Underground. His nighttime body count is climbing, even as the tension -- the aimlessness in him -- refuses to settle. But it's not just him. The City's atmosphere is on edge too. His contacts are all on tenterhooks. Something big is about to go down. Not sure if it's Deity-spawned. But he's keeping his eyes peeled. ]

[ With the drunk-text curse sweeping aboveground, he's retreated to his safehouse. But he can't focus on assembling weapons, meditating or shadowboxing. Sleep, as always, is elusive. Might as well walk. Everything feels so desultory. He's tired of acting like 'Li' in daylight -- so much energy tamped down to pretend he's just a schnook with a cookbook. What a waste. What a bore. Yet that restlessness makes him feel so fucking ungrateful. He's away from the Syndicate, getting a much-needed breather. He has that damn cat. He has Yin. He should be happy. That he still feels itchy is like a personal failing. ]

[ He doesn't want to get into it. ]

[ It's late when he drifts by Korra's bar. It's one of the few places with a last-call past one-thirty. As soon as the clubs start playing the last song, the casinos shut down and the after-parties begin, the nocturnals tend to congregate here. He leans by the fence, watching the army of loud-talking bikers and girls in tight clothes, trying to decide if he wants to go in, or head topside for patrolling. Maybe he'll skip both. Give Korra a call and indulge in some time-sinkage. ]

[ Except Korra is right there. ]

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[indecent_butterfly]

[Oh but ne's seen the way things happen around you Li...]

So you don't hate it after all?

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[mortemscintilla]

No more than the other seasons.

[ He's indifferent, really. The event in the text never occurred. And even if it had... ]

[ Yeah. So not interested in sharing. ]

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[indecent_butterfly]

[Telling that he won't even pretend for others but filters the conversation instead. Getting tired?

Still, ne can't help but respond, care, want at the moment.]

Everyone has a more favored or least so. Even if the reasons aren't so...base.

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[moonlitrequiem]

[She just stares at first. But she knows. Dolls shouldn't get people, should they? But there's really only one explanation for this.]

Curse?

filtered/unhackable

[mortemscintilla]

[ No, Dolls shouldn't get people. And Contractors shouldn't be miffed by an idiotic text. But here they are, eternal outliers. Speaking fluently in their special little code. ]

It is. The devices are sending fictitious texts. [ Of course, one or two out there might be true. But that's not their problem, is it? ]

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[moonlitrequiem]

Mine too.

[Only, unlike him, she isn't bothered. There's a mild confusion as to how/when it happened, but being falsified explains that part. And no, not their problem.]

[There is, however, the slightest wonder about Hei's. It's small enough she can avoid it, tiny enough it might not really be there but no, it's really there.]

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[maoser]

[TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL]

action!

[mortemscintilla]

[ On his break, bored and vaguely annoyed, he's stepped out the back entrance. Considered, briefly, pitching his Network Device into the dumpster to curb more stupid questions. He just needs five minutes away from it all. Five minutes away from the senselessness and immaturity, a moment to breathe, to grind his teeth and let a deep restlessness settle, before he puts his clown-mask back on and returns to the kitchen as 'Li'. ]

[ To do all the things he was once naturally good at. ]

[ Perhaps (just perhaps) the ticking is taking its toll. ]

action!

[maoser]

[Mao is waiting for Hei outside, on a whim. He's curled up on top of a closed trash bin, his tail twitching with amusement.

Trololol, Hei. Trolololol.]

voice;

[oceantrauma]

That's um...that sounds like a very uncomfortable place to have static happen. [Yeah, and Ken sounds pretty uncomfortable himself.]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ swertfghjkl! ]

K-Ken-chan! [ The mortification. Can you sense it? ] It's not me! It's a curse!

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[oceantrauma]

It's okay. I've noticed it's going around.

So that didn't actually happen?

[onset]

Those are a lot of typos.

[mortemscintilla]

[ i can English, i swear 8V ]

I didn't type the first part!

[onset]

Were you hacked?