Regitnui — Roleplayer Guild

<<WARNING: LONG POST>> 

The penthouse was classic understated luxury. While everything here had to cost more than most people could earn in a year, the decor looked like a beach house in the Bahamas. An entire glass wall opened up onto an infinity pool that apparently dropped off one edge of the building, with a submerged bar leading neatly into the minimalist kitchen. The rest of the apartment was open-plan living area, with arched doorways leading into the bedrooms. “So, what do you think? I felt like a beach theme this month, so I had it redone.” Asterisk walked in from one of the rooms, already barely dressed in a maroon bikini with elaborate strings holding it up. “Abbi, let’s get you dressed properly. Boys get that room.” She pointed to the other door for Kimber.

“I-I mean okay?” Abigail said as she timidly waited for Asterisk. Abigail didn’t actually know where to go just yet, so she was left admiring the beachy vibes of the penthouse. Jesus Christ, it was definitely something she wasn't used to. The Necro Lab had more of a sanitary and clean vibe to it, but this was a good kind of different. Though, what did Asterisk mean by ‘properly’? That was the more terrifying thought she had running through her head right now.

“This way,” Asterisk ushered the other girl into the room she’d come from. The decor matched the room outside, but more intimate, cozy even. The one thing that didn’t match was the double-door walk-in cupboard. “You can’t swim in that,” Asterisk waved dismissively. She hauled open the doors to reveal what looked like a department store’s worth of clothes. “Bikinis, bikinis,” She mused, taking Abbi’s hand and bringing her along. “What’s your sizes?”

“U-um… A…” Abbi was certainly more freaked out than she had already been. The room itself had to have cost at least a couple grand, and that was excluding the entire 3/4ths of the clothes in it. The girl had a face as red as a ripened tomato as she was pulled behind Asterisk “I-I’m scared… is that bad…?”

Asterisk sighed. “Honestly, girl. Have you never gone shopping for a swimsuit?” She waved a hand at the selection. “This is the same, except they’re all different and they’re all free.” Asterisk folded her arms. “So are we going to try some on, or are you going to look like you’ve been hit with cherry pie?”

“I-I have! I just never went for… THIS kind of stuff!” The girl browsed the selection carefully and timidly as she kept looking at Asterisk out of the corner of her eye. “I don’t normally buy anything like this, anyway… I don’t think I could pull it off as opposed to someone like you.”

With hands on hips, Asterisk replied, “Girl, you are sexy, I did read your files after all. It might have been rude, I know, but I like to know who I’m working with.” She waved her hands and shook her head, “Anyway! You’re not dressing for me or you, or even Mr Purple outside. You’re dressing for him.”

“He would rather me look professional as opposed to this,” Abbi sighed as she looked up and down the racks, her eyes somewhat narrowing on a series of purple suits. “... but… purple was his favorite color…”

“I’ve never met a heterosexual man who didn’t enjoy seeing his girl in a bikini.” Asterisk noted. “Even the jealous types like it when it’s their private show. But I’m not going to convince you like this. Wait here, choose one you like.” Asterisk went to a different part of the closet and pulled a white t-shirt off the shelf. “This’ll do. If you’re not confident, we can work our way up.”

“... That is a lot more favorable…” Abbi said as she gently took the shirt away from Asterisk. “... c-can I get some privacy? I assume you’ve seen other girls before, but I’d like to be… alone while I change.”

Asterisk turned around. “Unless you’re like that tentacle Nazi, I’m sure I’ve seen anything you’ve got.” Fiddling with one of the partitions, she pulled and folded out a changing room. “You won’t believe how helpful one of these can be. I’ll pass you anything you want.”

“Okay…” Abbi walked into the room and she began to change. A few seconds of silence began to pass before Abbi realized something she probably should’ve asked about a few seconds ago. “W-what did my file say…?”

“The whole thing, or just the important bit?” Asterisk waited for a response, but when none materialised, she added, “It’s got enough on you that I feel like we’re friends already. But I do get to know people faster than most. I’ve never been through what you have, and I hope I never will. I might be able to do a lot of things, but bring back the dead? I’ll rebuild a soldier who’s both his legs, give a grandma the ability to run with her children again, but that I can’t do. I’m sorry that it happened.”

“He taught me everything I know about this business…” Abbi responded after a few silent seconds, coming out of the room. The bikini fit well enough, and the shirt was a comfortable and loose fit, but her face said more than that. “I’ve been keeping my weight until this rank with my goal of one day bringing him back. Hell, maybe one day I’d even take revenge on his killers, but… one thing at a time,” Abbi paused as she looked at Asterisk. “... can this stay secret…? It’s not public knowledge, nor is it on most of my files… I’ve tried to keep it hidden in case anything ever gets out to the public about the experiments going on in my lab.”

Asterisk hugged her. “I won’t say a word, Abbi. Can I call you Abbi? Anyway, you can trust me. I’m also a sucker for a happy ending, so if you need some extra money or something odd, I’ll help. We’re a team, after all.” She took Abbi’s hand then pointed in the exact direction of the pool. “One thing at a time means now we enjoy a swim under the stars!” She led her new friend out back into the main area of the apartment. “Purple! Mr Purple!” she called, “We’re ready! Come tell us how good we look!”

Meanwhile, Kimber sat out in the back staring into the pool. He had gotten himself in a lot of situations before, but he wondered what he was doing exactly here. Yeah he knew why, the UAA had been encroaching on the Exorcism Societies kills for a while. Leave it to him to make a business deal that could end up getting him killed earlier than his mother would have liked. What else choice did they fucking have though?

Taking out a cigarette and lighting it he let those two get ready. He had his own. In a suitcase in the boot of his car. To be honest, how did he get these trunks again? Oh right, blonde, M sounding name. Dumped him on the side of the road when she found he was cheating. With what was it four other girls. 

He sighed. It wasn’t like him to be so bummed about a certain situation, but he had a lineage to hold onto. He need not die at the same age as his father, but unlike his father he wouldn’t amount to much success. Fuck this was depressing. 

Exhaling and then inhaling, he watched as clouds from his cigarette rolled up to the sky. He childishly used some magic to form them into nonsensical figures before they faded. He was awakened from his stupor when someone addressed him as Mr. Purple. Oh right, her.

“First off Mr. Purple makes me sound like a pimp,” Kimber says, “It’s Kimber, never Kim or Kimmy, or Silver Prowler. Not Mr. Purple. Don’t want to give people the wrong impression.” Looking them over, the Maiden of the Bones was wearing a t-shirt. While Asterisks wore something more suitable, well showy at least. 

“Well one of yous looks like an insecure high schooler,” Kimber remarked, “And the other there is no change, just less clothing.”

“You didn’t notice I changed my hair? Typical man,” Asterisk sniffed in derision.

“I-I mean you don’t look super great yourself, pal. I just… didn’t say anything,” Abbi wanted to shoot herself. God, that stutter ruined it.

“I did say no change, just less clothes,” Kimber winked at Asterisk. He took a second to study Maiden of Bones, Abigail. That stutter ruined it and Kimber gave her a charming smile, “Oh yeah, huh. Well I’m just teasing you. My rule of thumb is usually to be confident in yourself no matter what someone says. I have to live with me everyday, no one else does. It’s better to feel confident about it now, than be sad about it with myself. God do you know how much fucking depression that be if I had to live with myself and hate myself.”

“I don’t hate myself… I just don’t really like showing skin, that’s all.” Abbi sat down at the edge of the pool and dipped her legs in the water. “It’s one of the reasons I wear armor as opposed to a more flexible suit.”

Asterisk stretched, showing off her curves, then dived into the pool like an Olympian. When she came up, she added, “I once had a challenger forfeit because my top fell open by accident. That was a good day.” She swam over to Kimber’s side of the pool. “And before you make some wisecrack to cover your insecurity, I hadn't known about his glaring weakness to breasts beforehand. I would have just deployed the women on my security team.”

Kimber eyed Abigail.

“You have a great complexion though, if you didn’t chose muted blue and puke green for your outfit it could bring it out more,” Kimber tells her with a shrug, while he watches Asterisk show off with her diving technique. He took inhale of his cigarette and then exhaled one more time while Asterisk spoke to him. 

He takes a second. Should he address her he wonders? 

“Having a weakness to breasts isn’t an insecurity,” Kimber tells her, “It’s uh, how did you word it, being a typical man.” he gives her a cheeky smirk and laughs.

“I've met a few men who didn't have that reaction.” Asterisk pushed off the side and gently floated away. “He went bright red, stammered something about my honour or something, then tried to walk out when I refused to immediately change. I mean seriously. He was an assassin, he should be used to awkward situations. I wish I was making this up.” 

“That… that seems like something you should just ignore, mid-fight,” Abbi said as she sat there on the side of the pool. “I might not be with anything up here, but you should fight through it. Not complain that your opponent has their pride out.”

Asterisk giggled. “I like that. They're my pride.” She squeezed her chest, putting on a mocking military tone. “Careful, boys, they're deadly weapons when uncovered.” She continued in her usual voice, “Abbi, you're fine. Well-apportioned.”

“I’m glad I’m small. It’s less weight on me,” Abbi simply shrugged as she laid back on the ground behind her. “Anyway… do you guys have any special protection in your places? I have that giant snake up in the 8000s of ranks.”

“I got the entire building security system made smart enough to act like an immune system. Does that count?” Asterisk put her hands behind her head, as if on an inflatable.

Abbi shrugged as she raised her hand, a wispy green cloud of dreams appearing over her. “I guess that counts. Does it act like a body’s immune system?”

“Like with T-cells, b-cells and macrophages?” Asterisk asked, gently bumping into the open edge of the pool. “I suppose. Security passes keep the t-cells off. Then it deploys hot lead antibodies. Does me programming faces into the system count as vaccinations?”

“I’d say so,” Abbi speaks as she fires the dreambolt into the sky. “What about you Kimber? Got any good mooks?”

Kimber looks between the both of them, “Fancy setups? No not really. I have an ancient order of witches.” he pauses for a second, “As for mooks. Well I did take down a target once by charming her to death. There’s a rumor people will tell you about the Silver Prowler that I managed a target to take her pants off and have sex with me. That rumor is true. Well the part where she got really hot and bothered and got really naked. She had no armor on and I took advantage and shot her. Wish I had taken the opportunity for the sex though. Biggest regret in my life, what was her name again, or right White Cat. Her tits were fake though. Same size as Asterisks.” He gave a dreamy look as he wandered off. He flicks his ash onto the cement before adding, “Had this guy one time called The Iron Tower. Dude was fucking huge. People will tell you these crazy legends sometimes, like you know that someone is a giant and they end up not being so big. But The Iron Tower, no kidding dude was 7ft tall, barely fit into a door frame. Honestly not sure how I got out of that one all right.”

Asterisk stood up, glaring at him from the deep end of the pool. “Hey, mine are real. Not my fault I'm gifted that way.” She looked at both of them. “Hey, do I have to open the bar to get you both in this pool? I swim by myself all the time.”

“Oh I was suppose to swim, that’s what the pool was for,” Kimber retorts with a laugh, “Bar sounds nice though.”

Abbi shrugged as she rolled around on where she was, eventually off into the pool and causing a somewhat-small splash to rise up. After she had resurfaced, she swam over to the ladder of the pool and simply sat against them, fidgeting around with the shirt she was wearing. “It’s friggin’ cold, man.”

After throwing the shirt she was wearing onto the side of the pool, the Maiden looked over to Kimber and had to ask a question. “Witches? Any of them know necromancy, by chance?” 

In the meantime, Asterisk swum over to the pool side of the bar and swung her legs over it, sliding over to a holographic screen. “And the wizard said, ‘bippity boppity boo’.” The floor opened, and a vaguely Hawaiian man of reasonable fitness and clad in a floral pair of swim trunks rose out of the bar. “Aloha, my pretty prototype.”

“What can I get for you today, ma’am?” He asked, in a slightly stilted voice. 

“A Knockdown Drag Home,” Asterisk replied, and the man went to work, providing a orange drink in a small glass. “And another when I'm done.” she turned to Abbi then leaned back and added, “A Popper Stopper for the lady. Give the man a Purple Pocket Rocket.”

He’d prefer something that sounded less madeup, Necromancy? He supposed the people in the undercroft of the Grand Church would. Any Necromancy would fall under Dark or Void in his coven. And there were few and far inbetween true Necromancers. They were Pagans. Nature rituals and moonlight gatherings were more their thing. 

“I suppose we may have a few in the undercroft tending to the ancient bodies of the coven,” Kimber tells Abigail before she swims off.

Not sure what his mother would say if he brought a dangerous assassin to the Grand Church to go tour the dead in the catacombs underneath. 

“I… I might want to talk to them in the future.” Abbi halted when she simply heard Asterisk order drinks for everyone. “What the fresh hell is a Popper Stopper?”

“Purple Pocket Rocket sounds like a disease best left in the 18th century,” Kimber adds quickly, “The Exorcism Society can both be a very relaxed place, but also my mother is prone to throwing guns in dangerous stranger’s faces. No hard feelings. We just have to be safe. Our clans are stable. No declines in our birth rate or death rate.” Does help magic tends to let you live and be younger for longer.

Asterisk grinned. “A Popper Stopper warms you up, so it ‘stops the pop-ups’. A Purple Pocket Rocket is a drink for men, hence the name.” She handed them both their drinks, then grabbed hers again. “Kanpai!” she shouted, then tilted her head back and downed it.

“Yeah well I am a James Bond kind of guy, I like a drink I can pronounce and the ingredients in it,” Kimber responds to her.

“Purple. Pocket. Rocket.” Asterisk enunciates. “It has apples in.”

“He likes it shaken, not schtirred,” Abbi joked around. She held her drink in her hand and simply sat there for a few seconds with it before thinking out loud. “I do drink weed killer…” With that said, the Maiden tilted her own head back and chugged as much of it as she could, reaching halfway before stopping the chug-fest and coughing. “That-hack is no-ackhack-t a drink you should ch-ack-hug.”

“Really?” Asterisk swum over to her and tasted the drink. “Hm… that’s made wrong.”

“Yeah and I like vodka,” Kimber replies setting the drink down, “I have never heard of a Purple Pocket Rocket and I am not really into drinking someone’s homemade cocktails unless I know them enough.” A drink for men. What did she think she was trying to pull over him? 

“... no balls.” Abbi smirked at the comment while she gripped the ladder she sat at tightly, still gasping for some sort of comfort from the chugging of that drink. 

Kimber gave Abbi a cheeky smile, “Sure we can put it that way. I don’t get peer pressured sweets.” He winks at her.

“No, it's supposed to chemically castrate you for about two hours,” Asterisk remarked, fetching a new, less sharp, Popper Stopper for Abbi. “Either that or make you capable of letting your guard down and relaxing. I'm never quite sure, though the former is probably more likely for you.”

Taking the drink, Abbi sipped it as she watched her two new colleagues bicker back and forth about drinks. “I mean… it doesn’t seem like it’d murder you in your sleep. Though, I might be wrong there.”

Asterisk laughed. “No, that's the California Grim Reaper. Only special people get that, and they're guarded for the rest of the night.”

Kimber raises a brow, “I’m always relaxed. Only things that bring me red flags is someone who offers a high functioning alcoholic a beverage he doesn’t know to his hands. Seen enough stuff slipped into drinks to know two rules order what you know, drink what you know. Bring me white zinfandel, or a white russian, maybe if you’re feeling naughty a sex on the beach. Oh and if you want to make a pocket rocket sweetheart, it’s not with apples. Arugula, Vodka, Cynar, Elderflower liqueur, celery bitters, and lemon peel. And trust me darling it’s not purple.”

This was supposed to be a little exercise to know the team better. It was starting to turn out to be a little bit more like peer pressure and harassment. Getting up, the night was still early he could make it back to the Grand Church and sleep there until the team needed him again.

“Well,” Kimber told them cracking his knuckles individually, “It’s been fun, I have somethings to do back at home though.”

Asterisk’s eyes glazed over for a moment, then she responded. “It doesn't say anything about alcoholism on your file. You can ask the barman for a more normal drink if you want. I just figured I'd give you something that'd make you a little flustered and break that cool, in-control image you've been projecting all night. It's fun to have fun in a safe place.” She waved her arm at the penthouse. “Safer than houses here.”

Kimber took out a second cigarette. Abigail was fine, a little bit of a follower, as she immediately started taking Asterisks lead. So a little insecure, obvious by the t-shirt and someone who obviously wasn’t going to fight for the position of leader. Kimber didn’t care too much about that kind of power either. But Asterisks had a lot of things wrong. She provoked people and forced herself onto them. Abigail had given in and they seem to be getting along well enough. Asterisks observations were half baked based on someone’s reaction after she provoked them in some kind of manner. Whether she recognized she was trying to puppet people was still up in the air, that didn’t mean Kimber wanted to be her puppet in the first place. He had a lineage to carry, not entertain someone’s whims.

“Sherlock called Watson and he wants his coat back,” Kimber laughs an winks before jumping off the wall. Mid-flipped his clothes changed, ah the useless spells were the best spells for convenience, landed on the wall and ran down the side before slowly himself last minute to land on the ground with elegance. He didn’t care if they watched, he flipped off the penthouse before looking to find his car.

“Show-off,” Asterisk dismissed him.
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