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[ Why the fuck you gotta call me out like this, Alma :(

But Riza, at least, is a lady and nothing short of courteous, and so she takes the proffered hand in her own, grip solid and firm. (She's not a delicate flower, by any means.) ]

Of course not. Though, [ her voice takes on something of a warning note as they step into the teleporter and it takes on a faint glow in preparation ] the first trip can be—disorienting.

[ But don't worry Frankie, if you fall, she'll be there to catch you. ]

[ Maybe he made a grave mistake. When he initiated this, he was expecting to be in control. It's a little hard to when Frankie seemed to apt at making him fluster. As annoying as it is to have to fight to keep his composure, he will admit that the other man is very ... charming. It pisses him off how susceptible he is to it, how the closeness of Frankie's body has his heart beating quicker.

But he is accomplishing the task, so they can expect some money when all this is over. Rather than stand there stewing in his own nervousness, Chuuya reciprocates, wrapping his hands around Frankie's back. It would be easier to touch him if they were more level in height, he wouldn't have to reach so far up to get to the guy's face, but such is his life.

It's tender, the face pressed into his hair. They may be pretending, but he won't deny how pleasant it feels. When Frankie opens his mouth, he's expecting some sort of flirtatious remark, and what he gets --

the heckie ????? ] What the hell?! You really wanna bring that up now? [ How is this appropriate?? ]

I appreciate the warning. This is stretching the limits of what science can do, so it makes sense that the ride would be... bumpy.

[ Her grip is firm, fitting of a woman with proven strong resolve, but warm nonetheless. He makes sure to hold on firmly himself, not wanting to lose her in the depths of space.

Though, maybe it's because this is his first time traveling instantaneously, but the flash of light followed by the sudden landing still catches him by surprise. It is only because Riza warned him that he manages to keep control of his balance, but even then, only barely. He stumbles forward a bit, surprised at the amount of whiplash, and looks over to his companion, concerned. Did she make it?! ]

[ this tay is so gay.....so het?? who knows

Anyway, they zip down to Olympia with a minimum of fuss—or are meant to at least, but things don't turn out quite that way. Despite the number of times she's teleported before, her landing this time around doesn't go as smooth as it usually does. Her foot catches on something - a small stone, a piece of debris - uneven just enough that, combined with Frankenstein's own stumble, she tips forward with a small yelp, the ground rushing up to meet her. ]

I see. So you rarely interact with each other unless necessary.

[ That doesn't seem totally off-base for strangers who are forced to room together.

He closes his eyes, seriously considering the situation Yusuke has given him. This is less than ideal, to say the least. On the one hand, he would desire nothing more than to keep an eye on his master, to better serve his needs. On the other, he is not so presumptuous that he would consider himself worthy of staying in the same room as him. On the other, other hand (dark spear probably), he has already asked much of Yusuke by forcing him to clean, and the boy has offered no protest.

He clears his throat.

He has met Chuuya before, and thought that there were certain aspects of his personality that could be improved upon. Perhaps his master is just the person to inspire him to better himself. Yusuke, on the other hand, could take better care of himself and his abode, but he's a polite young man. ]

I think it would be best if I shared a room with you, Yusuke. Would that be alright with you? [ He only hopes that Rai will be alright with this arrangement, even if it kills him that he cannot give his master his own private space at the moment. ]

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See, those are the ones you should be most aware of.

[ she remembers him, too. while it seems like a distant dream now, she can remember the shape of his body against hers. it seems to have been lost to her until she sees him again, and even moreso when she steps closer to him in the pool. ]

You think some silly simulated memory of us makes me less of a threat?

[ zero says this fondly, which makes her point moot— especially when paired with her light smile. ]

Frankenstein. I was wondering if you were real.

[ It's been a long time since Frankenstein has partaken in this very human experience. It's not that he's lacking in interest in such matters-- he's still a human, everything else aside, after all... he simply never gives them much thought.

But it's fascinating, the way Chuuya's face so easily reddens and grows ever more bashful with each passing second. It means his technique to persuade him to do certain things is working.

Or rather, that's what he thinks, until Chuuya speaks again. It's not working well enough, apparently. He looks to their side and catches the shady man's eye. The man is still and unmoving, clearly still unsatisfied. He crooks his neck further downward, resting his lips against the side of neck and leaving a trail of light kisses there. ]

Those are my terms. It's up to you whether you earn a punishment or a reward. Which will it be? [ He murmurs, fully intending to do whatever it takes to get Chuuya to cooperate. ]

[ Though she had been kind enough to give him a warning, this is apparently still a strange experience, even for someone who's been here longer. Thankfully, his reflexes are such that he can act quickly, not taking a second to hesitate before moving to break her fall.

He moves quickly in front of her, breaking her stumble with his chest and arms, hands bracing themselves gently along her shoulders. ]

Does this not get any easier with time? [ He sounds lighthearted about it, though. ]

I was hoping that the pleasant time we shared means you harbored no ill feelings for me. [ "Pleasant time" being sarcasm, because of all of the simulated scenarios he had been put in, being brainwashed to think he served another master was unforgivable. But none of that is her fault, so he isn't holding any sort of ill feelings for Zero, in particular.

That was what had bothered him, not the fact that they nearly engaged in some fairly intimate contact. He keeps a polite smile on his lips. ] I'm unprepared for a fight, if that's what you're looking for, but I'd be happy to accommodate you.

[ He'd rather not fight without clothes, that's uncouth, but arrangements could be made. It's half a joke, however, since that doesn't seem to be what she's looking for. ]

And I was wondering when I'd run into you again, Zero. It seems fate likes to make our meetings happen under certain circumstances. [ aka, no clothes??? ]

[ Well, then.

She's not a woman prone to bouts of embarrassment and shame, but it's hard not to feel acutely self-aware when she's pressed up against his chest and his hands are warm against her arms. It's not often she's within inches of another person, let alone inches of an attractive man she holds in high regard.

Of course, she's quick to right herself, pulling away and putting a respectable amount of distance between the two of them. There's a pale flush to her cheeks now though, at odds with the otherwise composed set of her shoulders and face. ]

It does, but it seems as though I misstepped somewhere. Thank you for catching me.

[ Also thanks for letting her feel up those nice muscles, Frankie. ]

[ This may be the first time that Frankenstein is facing off against a completely unknown force. Though it may make for a longer, less exciting battle than simply charging in full force, he is, at his nature, investigative. Every passing second of testing each other is an improvised collection of data, of seeing just how quickly Archer moves to dodge his attack, and of how readily and rapidly he escalates the interaction. His speed doesn't disappoint, at least, the movement registering as a sharp breeze before he can pinpoint his presence once more.

By that point, it's time to move again. Frankenstein scarcely gets a chance to see him make the decision to move, though the reciprocal blow Archer aims is still relatively trivial to skirt with a quick jump backwards. It's a slow night tonight, apparently, because the previous contenders certainly haven't moved with this much speed, and that enough is sufficient to make the audience rapt with enthusiasm. ]

And you make a good dance partner so far. Can you keep up? [ He says with rapidly growing interest on his part and a widened gaze that is far less restrained than before, though speaking doesn't mean he's taken a respite. They can keep going like this, increasing speed, testing until they're able to land a hit, and it's certainly the safest route. Yet, although he considers himself a calculative man, sometimes it doesn't hurt to speed data collection up a bit.

The next time his fist looks to land a swing, this time aimed for Archer's shoulder, dark tendrils of power his fingertips, a controlled and inhibited spark of his aura. ]

[ He exhales in relief when he feels the warm weight of her against him, balance regained quickly and no foul done. Ordinarily, Frankenstein wouldn't think anything of helping someone like this, far past the point of feeling embarrassed for a simple act of helping someone. And maybe he would have escaped fluster if he hadn't caught the slight coloring on Riza's cheeks, fleeting but very much present.

It's surprising, and enough to cause his eyes to widen. Now he feels a little awkward about their closeness, too. He hesitates very briefly with what to say next, lest he accidentally embarrass her further. ]

I'm sure you would have done the same for me. Although, given my size, we're pretty lucky I'm not the one who landed on that rock.

[ He looks around at their surroundings. ] So this is Olympia?

[ She absolutely would have, though that makes his action no less chivalrous. While she hopes the best of people, strangers and friends alike, she's learned not to expect anything. ]

Let's hope that doesn't come to pass the next time you land in Olympia.

[ Especially if he's traveling by his lonesome.

But for now, there's all of Olympia's residential district to explore, though perhaps they should find his lodgings first. Actually, he hasn't been assigned a place to live yet, has he, nor gained his official papers. ]

It is, though there's someplace we'll need to stop first before you have free roam.

[ Come on, Frankie, follow the nice woman who looks like she knows where she's going. ]

As it turns out, I quite enjoyed what I remember of you, so no ill feelings here.

[ but still, she's no less of a threat. it just turns out that as her fabricated servant, she still harbors a certain level of concern for him. maybe he feels it too. zero would get into detail, but right now, she's horny as hell. the effects of cupid's pool hasn't even completely started yet, and she already wants to fuck him. ]

Anyway, I'm not here to fight.

[ her smile turns into something a little more wicked. she doesn't care for this talk of fate, but it does amuse her that they'd run into eachother again. ]

Don't you think we should take advantage of that, then? If it's fate you speak of.

[ This is the point where, after visibly letting surprise show on his face (because it's not a ruse, he truly is surprised that this woman is so bold and shameless), he would politely decline, and likely find some way to end the interaction.

The above is based, of course, on the idea that he hasn't been soaking in these waters for quite some time, and that as soon as the suggestion of what nearly transpired in the VR resurfaces, he feels a strange, extremely unbecoming rush of energy.

It's likely very easy to catch that break in demeanor. But, of course, no matter what Zero may be insinuating, he's not going to assume as much, quickly regaining composure. ]

If you'd like to share this bath, I wouldn't mind the company. We have nothing else to hide from each other, after all.

[ and indeed, zero doesn't miss it. it might be a change in his expression, or that he pauses for a second too long... but it's obvious enough that she's got him there, despite the fact that he's attempting to be coy now.

her lips twist into a smirk takes his momentary hesitation to press their bodies together. ]

No, we don't, do we?

[ and as expected, he feels exactly as she remembers him that night in the cave, even if it were just a simulation. ]

But you should know better. I'm not just talking about sharing the bath.

[ his opponent's reflexes are impressive. it's obvious enough that they're both trying to get a read on one another, though so far neither has been willing to show their hand. fighting with his fists is hardly his forte, but he's proficient enough at it. when frankenstein's fist manages to connect, archer can't help but grimace; a normal blow shouldn't even be capable of phasing him, so this is obviously something more.

when he catches sight of frankenstein's fist, it becomes more than obvious why. ]

It depends on the dance. But I'm afraid you're a little mistaken. [ thus far he's limited himself to essentially what a normal human would be capable of; this opponent can clearly handle that with ease, so there's no need to hold back. though not apparent to a normal observer, someone in tune with supernatural forces would likely notice a slight green emitting from archer's arms as his magic circuits begin to fire.

it's a minor spell, but archer nonetheless reinforces his arms and legs, increasing their output dramatically. he launches himself at frankenstein again, though this time far faster than he was capable of earlier. his knee shoots upward at frankenstein's abdomen, aimed at knocking the air out of him. ]

If this is a dance, I'll be the one leading.

We're required to present ourselves officially to city officials, aren't we?

[ At least, he figures that's what she means. Either way, he's still glad to have such a knowledgeable guide.

Once they head into the main square, it isn't long before an official finds them, and stops to see his papers.

After a particularly unpleasant and tense interaction, Frankenstein remains apparently unshaken, though that may be because he hasn't noticed that the nametag he wears has changed in content. No longer does it merely say his name and house, but also:

Secretly, I am over 2000 years old, get way too overexcited about violence, and ask to see my dark spear! ]

[ When she draws forward, close enough to actually brush her skin against his, the simulated memories course through his mind immediately. He remembers how he, a man who has never placed great importance on human pleasures, was reduced to the basest of instincts. And now, surrounded by the strange lagoon, he can feel something acting on his subconscious.

Something that makes him more likely to stay where he is, and not completely discount the strange but beautiful woman in front of him. What he hadn't questioned within the VR he now finds fascinating: what was she, exactly? What sort of organism composed that beautiful flower that seemed every bit a part of her as any other limb? What was she capable of?

He is perceptive enough to figure out that something is tampering with his thoughts, but not strong enough to mentally overcome it. It's strange. This has never happened before. And he can't even bring himself to be displeased about this state, because for the first time in a very long time, he's completely relaxed. ]

What you're implying is not something I usually seek very often. And yet, twice now, I find myself inexplicably drawn to you. Why is that, Zero? [ Are you a witch? The possibility that she's a succubus is also there.

Whatever's happening, he shifts in the water, moving forward and guiding them towards the edge of the pool, but waiting for a response before doing anything else. Even now, he manages some self-control. ]

[ Well, Chuuya is a lush and a grosso and generally pretty unappreciative, so he understands why he seems like the superior roommate option now. In fact, who would want to room with Nakahara at all? Hopefully he doesn't grope Rai in his sleep, insatiable perv that he is.

Meanwhile, Yusuke isn't thrilled with the idea of a roommate, but as far as adults and/or strangers go, there were worse options. ]

That's fine with me. [ He prefers having someone neat around anyway, even if Frankie seems a little extreme about it. With a small, polite bow, ] I'll be in your care then, Frankenstein.

[ There isn't much to show off, though—their room has more art supplies squirreled away, some weapons in the corner... and the rest of the apartment is pretty spartan besides. The small kitchen is well-used, and the cleaning closet stocked with some basics, like mops, dust pans, whatever. He rummages around as he thinks aloud, casually tossing back rags and whatever else he finds. ]

We don't have many house rules. But you can establish some order, if you prefer. [ He kind of seems the type. ]

[ It is what she means, and she's impressed he catches on so quickly. (Most are eager to simply bumble about until they're found by a weary officer.)

Though even without their bumbling, the officials of Olympia find them quick, either forewarned of an incoming wave of new Refugees or simply through sheer luck. It's not a pleasant encounter, this particular official bearing some unexplained ill will to the both of them, but as with all things it ends eventually, the man huffing in annoyance as he lumbers away, no doubt to find another new arrival to terrorize.

This isn't her city, nor even her government, but she feels obligated to apologize all the same. ]

With any luck, that'll be the last we see of him.

[ The name listed on his badge she already knows, but the facts listed, as always, are quite new to her. She eyes the name a moment before asking: ]

Is this 'dark spear' mentioned on your name badge a weapon?

[ Or is it a euphemism? Either way, she should probably...ask about it more generally before asking to see it. Not that she hasn't seen a man's dangly bits before, but they are out in public. ]

That so?

[ it's not surprising to her, how machinery can influence one's behavior. hell, this is the first time she's ever met the guy and she feels deeply connected to him. well, physically connected, enough to want him more than she would any other she lays her eyes upon. whereas he claims not to seek physical pleasures, this is something she does on a daily basis, so it's not any different for her other than the fact that her memories were definitely tampered with.

she remembers him well enough, which only makes this easier. ]

I don't know, wanna phone an Orbitor?

[ she's certain what he's asking is rhetorical, because in fact, she does not know how to answer that question. zero just knows that she doesn't care to speak to those who saved her, why they even bothered. but that's something to be explored another time. right now, she has more important things to take care of.

for example, she's placed her hand on his shoulder, only to bring it down his back where his shoulder blades protrude, and lower still. she keeps his pace well enough, letting him guide her against the edge. her laugh is almost breathless when her back is pressed against the wall. of the pool ]

Maybe this is just what your body desires. If you can't fight it, why question it?

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I have to admit, I’m not thrilled about the idea of-- [ He will have to bring himself to say Rai’s name. Not that he is averse explaining the idea of he and Rai’s relationship, especially not in the aftermath of their world being destroyed and the conflict between humans, nobles, and werewolves being moot, but it seems like a heavy topic for now. ] Raizel sharing a room with someone as untidy and temperamental as Chuuya, but perhaps he will be a good influence on him.

That’s a good idea. We should come up with some house rules when everyone is gathered. [ He then hands Yusuke an apron he’s been holding. He has a matching one for himself, which he quickly ties on. ] Shall we get to work? I will get started on the bathroom. The tub is in terrible shape. [ It’s almost as if someone has been… living in it… ]

I’ll get started on dinner, too. Any requests?

[ Ein would never so much as entertain the notion of disturbing someone trying to get a moment's peace out of their day. It feels like something of an intrusion to even be here, in this idyllic cove, unprompted and without invitation. But it's so quiet here, he wanders in without even noticing Frankenstein's presence until he's in his orbit, having missed him on the other side of a stone pillar until they're practically within arm's reach.

Even then, unnoticed, Ein might have slunk away, but recognition stalls his retreat. He stares a moment too long and misses his footing, narrowly missing physically tumbling into the other man as he goes splashing into the water. ]

I-- I apologize for the intrusion. [ Stammering this, he rights himself and mops dripping hair out of his face, visibly flustered. ] Mister... Frankenstein, is it not?

I, ah-- We, um--

We met the other day.

[ That certainly breaks nearly drifting off in the warmth of the lagoon. He jerks awake at the sound of water splashing after Ein loses his footing, though there's immediate relief in his face and shoulders when he realizes it's a familiar face.

It may not be his peace and quiet, but this is much better than an enemy or a malicious animal interrupting. ]

Yes. And you're Ein. [ And they cuddled in the VR. That's not strange at all. ] It's good to see that you're a real life person.

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set me on fire please

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