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(Nikolai's syndicate bargain)
[Wed Sep 18 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Nikolai says "I think it is the Warden. Very nice."
Ash comes in with fellow intern in tow, stretching and lookign around for another window.
Everly's thumb is busy on her phone keys, then she slips the device away, all while very studiously not looking at Nikolai. She's dripping water everywhere, drenched up to her knees.
Ash says "Weird that we can't see the window here - but they can."
Ash crosses their arms, looking at the south curiously. "I wonder if they could hear from here."
Nikolai's somehow made it out of the flood and into the townhall without getting wet himself, so maybe he really /is/ a wizard and Korina's just a cover-up. He reaches out to give Everly another clap on the shoulders that threatens to either knock her off balance else fold her in half, but other than that and a nod, there's no other communication.
"You mean the captive?" Nikolai asks, raising an eyebrow at Ash. "They are not being kept here. That would be insane. This is just meeting place."
Everly nearly crumples like a paper bag, but staggers and keeps her footing. She chews on her lip ring to hide whatever betraying line her mouth had wanted to make.
Ash blinks, then says, "It looked like a window from the inside. Maybe it's a really good TV screen... so, I suppose she can't hear anything. No wonder Yana couldn't hear me screaming... I thought it was just very soundproof." They sigh, annoyed at the slight embarrassment of misunderstanding, looking for a camera instead.
Lifting his shoulder in a slight shrug, Nikolai says, "I would not know. Syndicate have never been good enough to take me." The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk - not that humble of a humble-brag - and he turns his attention to the representative, asking, "How much longer? We have business to get to."
The auctioneer announces that Nikolai has won the bid and goes over to him to discuss delivery.
Ash says "Mmm, you were right. And they really love catching people in the shower."
Harriet was indeed in the shower when she got taken.
"Blyat," Nikolai swears. For all that he might not be a friend of the Order, he does at least do them the courtesy of some modesty. He shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it over Harriet, then informs her, "I expect that back at some point."
Everly lifts a shaky loop of forefinger and thumb in an 'i'm ok' sign to Ash, even if she can't quite verbalize that yet. She straightens up and 'whew's, rivulets of water dripping from her sodden tangles. She's fine.
Harriet remains still and calm, certainly going to attempt to fight Nikolai covering up her exposed form. She assists when and where she can, which is very little, seeing as she is bound, but at least she is no longer nekkid. "Of course," comes her gentle reply to the Russian.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Harriet is smiling, and she emits the faintest little noise that still sounds an awful lot like a moan. How awkward.
Now bare-chested (or bear-chested), Nikolai lets out a sigh and holds out a card to Everly, then jerks his head towards the office door. "Take her inside before my workers make it too blatant they're looking at her ass," he grumbles. "I will leave her with you from here. Do as you will, da? She is wealthy, if nothing else." He peers down at Harriet at her lurid enjoyment of the moment, then says, "I would have taken you somewhere more private, but fucking basement flooded. You enjoy your time, da?"
Ash doesn't seem too affected, as if not even realizing the issue until Nikolai thinks to act. Then, it's sort of a very visible, 'Oh yeah, modesty exists - and so do straight men' as they glance between Harriet and Nikolai. But they don't verbally admit to their lapse in common sense to anyone.
Nikolai nods to Ash, and to Everly, and then he's off.
Ash says "Yessir. "
"On it, boss," Everly croaks, even scratchier than usual, taking these instructions in stride. She's not all blushy about Harriet's booty, nor does she stare. She just steps up behind her shoulders and looks at her upside-down. "Hi. I'm Eve," she introduces in a monotone drone like she knows this is boring information. Then she snags someone under the pits and starts hauling.
"On it, boss," Everly croaks, even scratchier than usual, taking these instructions in stride. She's not all blushy about someone' booty, nor does she stare. She just steps up behind her shoulders and looks at her upside-down. "Hi. I'm Eve," she introduces in a monotone drone like she knows this is boring information. Then she snags Harriet under the pits and starts hauling.
Ash says to Everly, "You carry her. You're straight, right?"
"On it, boss," Everly croaks, even scratchier than usual, taking these instructions in stride. She's not all blushy about Harriet's booty, nor does she stare. She just steps up behind her shoulders and looks at her upside-down. "Hi. I'm Eve," she introduces in a monotone drone like she knows this is boring information. Then she snags Harriet under the pits and starts hauling.
"Only weirdos are straight," Everly informs Ash, draaaaagging Harriet over to the office door and pausing there to beep-beep-boop the security system like the boss-man showed her.
Everly is cursed.
The sultry smile across Harriet's soft lips remain, not yet coming to realise why her mouth is positioned in such a way as she enjoys some small amount of bliss whilst being a victim and temporary prisoner. She looks after to Russian quietly, then her hazel gaze looks to Ash, and then to Everly. Making her British upbringing quite clear, her voice begins to unfurl the question as if she were preparing for a lengthy conversation rather than a simple inquiry. "Pardon me for intruding upon this moment," the tall brunette is saying to Everly as she is struggled over, "but I simply must inquire -- perhaps it's the natural curiosity I possess, or perhaps something more innate -- but I do find myself in need of understanding who it is that stands before me. You see, its not merely a question of your name or title, though that, of course, has its importance, but rather, I am curious about who you are in the grander sense. What is it that drives you? What brings you here, now, at this particular juncture? What is your story, if you dont mind indulging me, for I am most eager to know?"
Ash says "You need sunglasses, intern."
Ash eyes Everly, clearly wanting her to figure things out sooner rather than later.
Harriet doesn't look like she weighs five thousand pounds, but maybe she does.
Ash shrugs, accepting Harriet's secret weight.
Harriet glances down at herself a bit confusedly.
Ash says "Now, what I always do first is...."
But Everly can't get the locks to work, so she gives up on that. Oh dear. She budges Harriet up so that the woman is sitting against the door, like maybe that qualifies enough as 'in the office' to fulfill the orders Everly had been given. She's left on a knee beside Harriet recovering from all that soggy struggle, still damp from head-to-toe from the trip into the flooded basement of this complex.
And then Harriet is speaking to her. A lot. She's saying a lot of things. Everly's expression shifts first to genuine surprise, blink-blinking at the well-spoken woman. And then it blanks out. Contrastly, her answer is as reverent and eloquent as a fart in church: "... I'm just some bum who does what she's told. It's not that deep."
But Everly has a question of her own. "You know Syl Pevek?" she asks Harriet in her crackly warble.
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(Nikolai's syndicate bargain)
[Wed Sep 18 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Nikolai says "I think it is the Warden. Very nice."
Ash comes in with fellow intern in tow, stretching and lookign around for another window.
Everly's thumb is busy on her phone keys, then she slips the device away, all while very studiously not looking at Nikolai. She's dripping water everywhere, drenched up to her knees.
Ash says "Weird that we can't see the window here - but they can."
Ash crosses their arms, looking at the south curiously. "I wonder if they could hear from here."
Nikolai's somehow made it out of the flood and into the townhall without getting wet himself, so maybe he really /is/ a wizard and Korina's just a cover-up. He reaches out to give Everly another clap on the shoulders that threatens to either knock her off balance else fold her in half, but other than that and a nod, there's no other communication.
"You mean the captive?" Nikolai asks, raising an eyebrow at Ash. "They are not being kept here. That would be insane. This is just meeting place."
Everly nearly crumples like a paper bag, but staggers and keeps her footing. She chews on her lip ring to hide whatever betraying line her mouth had wanted to make.
Ash blinks, then says, "It looked like a window from the inside. Maybe it's a really good TV screen... so, I suppose she can't hear anything. No wonder Yana couldn't hear me screaming... I thought it was just very soundproof." They sigh, annoyed at the slight embarrassment of misunderstanding, looking for a camera instead.
Lifting his shoulder in a slight shrug, Nikolai says, "I would not know. Syndicate have never been good enough to take me." The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk - not that humble of a humble-brag - and he turns his attention to the representative, asking, "How much longer? We have business to get to."
The auctioneer announces that Nikolai has won the bid and goes over to him to discuss delivery.
Ash says "Mmm, you were right. And they really love catching people in the shower."
Harriet was indeed in the shower when she got taken.
"Blyat," Nikolai swears. For all that he might not be a friend of the Order, he does at least do them the courtesy of some modesty. He shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it over Harriet, then informs her, "I expect that back at some point."
Everly lifts a shaky loop of forefinger and thumb in an 'i'm ok' sign to Ash, even if she can't quite verbalize that yet. She straightens up and 'whew's, rivulets of water dripping from her sodden tangles. She's fine.
Harriet remains still and calm, certainly going to attempt to fight Nikolai covering up her exposed form. She assists when and where she can, which is very little, seeing as she is bound, but at least she is no longer nekkid. "Of course," comes her gentle reply to the Russian.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Harriet is smiling, and she emits the faintest little noise that still sounds an awful lot like a moan. How awkward.
Now bare-chested (or bear-chested), Nikolai lets out a sigh and holds out a card to Everly, then jerks his head towards the office door. "Take her inside before my workers make it too blatant they're looking at her ass," he grumbles. "I will leave her with you from here. Do as you will, da? She is wealthy, if nothing else." He peers down at Harriet at her lurid enjoyment of the moment, then says, "I would have taken you somewhere more private, but fucking basement flooded. You enjoy your time, da?"
Ash doesn't seem too affected, as if not even realizing the issue until Nikolai thinks to act. Then, it's sort of a very visible, 'Oh yeah, modesty exists - and so do straight men' as they glance between Harriet and Nikolai. But they don't verbally admit to their lapse in common sense to anyone.
Nikolai nods to Ash, and to Everly, and then he's off.
Ash says "Yessir. "
"On it, boss," Everly croaks, even scratchier than usual, taking these instructions in stride. She's not all blushy about Harriet's booty, nor does she stare. She just steps up behind her shoulders and looks at her upside-down. "Hi. I'm Eve," she introduces in a monotone drone like she knows this is boring information. Then she snags someone under the pits and starts hauling.
"On it, boss," Everly croaks, even scratchier than usual, taking these instructions in stride. She's not all blushy about someone' booty, nor does she stare. She just steps up behind her shoulders and looks at her upside-down. "Hi. I'm Eve," she introduces in a monotone drone like she knows this is boring information. Then she snags Harriet under the pits and starts hauling.
Ash says to Everly, "You carry her. You're straight, right?"
"On it, boss," Everly croaks, even scratchier than usual, taking these instructions in stride. She's not all blushy about Harriet's booty, nor does she stare. She just steps up behind her shoulders and looks at her upside-down. "Hi. I'm Eve," she introduces in a monotone drone like she knows this is boring information. Then she snags Harriet under the pits and starts hauling.
"Only weirdos are straight," Everly informs Ash, draaaaagging Harriet over to the office door and pausing there to beep-beep-boop the security system like the boss-man showed her.
Everly is cursed.
The sultry smile across Harriet's soft lips remain, not yet coming to realise why her mouth is positioned in such a way as she enjoys some small amount of bliss whilst being a victim and temporary prisoner. She looks after to Russian quietly, then her hazel gaze looks to Ash, and then to Everly. Making her British upbringing quite clear, her voice begins to unfurl the question as if she were preparing for a lengthy conversation rather than a simple inquiry. "Pardon me for intruding upon this moment," the tall brunette is saying to Everly as she is struggled over, "but I simply must inquire -- perhaps it's the natural curiosity I possess, or perhaps something more innate -- but I do find myself in need of understanding who it is that stands before me. You see, its not merely a question of your name or title, though that, of course, has its importance, but rather, I am curious about who you are in the grander sense. What is it that drives you? What brings you here, now, at this particular juncture? What is your story, if you dont mind indulging me, for I am most eager to know?"
Ash says "You need sunglasses, intern."
Ash eyes Everly, clearly wanting her to figure things out sooner rather than later.
Harriet doesn't look like she weighs five thousand pounds, but maybe she does.
Ash shrugs, accepting Harriet's secret weight.
Harriet glances down at herself a bit confusedly.
Ash says "Now, what I always do first is...."
But Everly can't get the locks to work, so she gives up on that. Oh dear. She budges Harriet up so that the woman is sitting against the door, like maybe that qualifies enough as 'in the office' to fulfill the orders Everly had been given. She's left on a knee beside Harriet recovering from all that soggy struggle, still damp from head-to-toe from the trip into the flooded basement of this complex.
And then Harriet is speaking to her. A lot. She's saying a lot of things. Everly's expression shifts first to genuine surprise, blink-blinking at the well-spoken woman. And then it blanks out. Contrastly, her answer is as reverent and eloquent as a fart in church: "... I'm just some bum who does what she's told. It's not that deep."
But Everly has a question of her own. "You know Syl Pevek?" she asks Harriet in her crackly warble.