Boon
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Post by Boon on Oct 8, 2012 21:53:16 GMT -5
Boon had spent the time it had taken Yevrin to get settled restlessly reasoning with himself. Her requirement was a simple enough task. He was certain she would not be difficult to lift or transport. She couldn’t possibly be that much of a burden. If he could just push the thought of who his would-be passenger was out of his mind it would be a breeze. Then he could find his stolen staff, escape this blasted ship via portal taxi and drop Yevrin off, having accomplished rescuing her and be able to gloat and tease her for the rest of her mortal life about how she had desperately needed his help to escape. He tried his best to fill his mind with pleasant thoughts like this. How would he spend the favor he had gained for agreeing to help her? Would he use it on something frivolous or keep it hanging over her head for as long as he could?
As he felt her hands press against his shoulders, one by one, a jolt scurried up the base of his neck and his concentration came grinding to a halt. The sensation was bizarre and utterly loathsome. He felt his entire body cringe as she moved hers closer still. He barely heard her request to be careful with his hands through the tumult of his thoughts, and mindlessly grunted in response.
As Yevrin finished positioning herself, there was a long, awkward moment of stillness in the cell. He could not command his arms to wrap around her legs and they stayed posed uselessly out at his sides. He sat there with his eyes fastened to the wall, grinding his teeth together, silently stewing in uneasiness until he could stand it no more.
A very peculiar and uncharacteristically high-pitched sound escaped Boon’s lips as his hands flew to Yevrin’s arms, and pried them off of his shoulders. He promptly rose to his feet and stood rigidly facing away from her. “You know what?” He cleared his throat and smoothed the creases Yevrin had created in his coat, “I don’t need your help. I never did. I can find my staff on my own and you can crawl your way out of this place like the reptile you are.” He spat and glared over his shoulder at his wounded foe, feeling his confidence return at the utterance of an insult. “You’re a smart girl,” He continued sardonically and began to step towards the door frame, “I’m sure you will figure something out."
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Yevrin
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Post by Yevrin on Oct 9, 2012 0:11:19 GMT -5
Yevrin would have laughed at the weird, shrill sound that emitted from Boon if he had not immediately after shook her off of him and declared his intention of leaving her. She was not too surprised at his outburst; if anything she was surprised at how long he had managed to stay compliant. However, she needed Boon’s services – whether he wished to provide them or not – and she was going to remind him that she had ways of getting what she wanted.
Yevrin adjusted her position, trying to look as dignified as she could despite her circumstances. Still kneeling, she sat back on her left leg, trying to keep as much pressure of her right ankle as possible. She tucked the hair that had fallen into her face behind her ears and glared imperiously at her soon-to-be pack mule. “If you care about your health you will not set one loathsome foot out of that door,” Yevrin stated coolly. She let a cruel smile creep onto her face. “Well, I do not particularly care about your health, but I care about mine, and I will make you care about mine too. I suppose I will just skip all the niceties about trying to persuade you to carry me. Such as how you agreed to rescue me and unlocking my chains does not count as a rescue; getting me off of this ship is a rescue. If you do not fulfil these conditions then I am under no obligation to fulfil mine. I do not think logic has ever been your best trait though, so I will skip straight to the threats.”
Yevrin paused briefly to play with a lock of hair that had annoying fallen into her face yet again, knowing it would infuriate Boon to see how calm she was despite her situation. She tucked it behind her ear again as she continued, “It is not entirely true that you do not need my help to search the ship. True, I think even you could manage to look through a finite space to find one glaringly obvious object. However, you will need my help, or rather my co-operation, in order to be able to conduct your search. Because I am a smart girl and I have already figured out how to make to comply with my demands,” Yevrin finished gloatingly, her smile becoming more of a smirk.
“Think about my current status. Though I do not like to admit it, I am far from my top form at the moment. I am injured to the point where I cannot even walk and possess none of my weapons, tools, or even my clothes. Now consider this: why was I chained so securely and left on my own, rather than being tortured or molested as you would normally think a bunch of barbaric brutes would do to a girl in my situation? Any ideas? Well, it is because they fear me. Weak as I am now and they still fear me so much that they would rather securely lock me up and let time and nature wear me down rather than try to deal with me themselves. Though I suppose I cannot blame them; I have managed to dispatch seven of their crew and wound another four – including the captain – during my short stay here.”
The same, cursed lock of hair had slipped from behind her ear again, so as Yevrin had talked she had twined and untwined it around her finger instead. She let it fall and placed her finger thoughtfully on her chin. “Now why should this matter to you? I am sure you have been wondering this impatiently since I presume you do not like a conversation to go on very long without it being about you in some fashion or another. Nor do I think you have quite seen the whole tapestry yet, so I shall make it clearer. I have been stewing silently here for about two days. What do you think these pirates who fear me so much would do if I suddenly started wildly screaming like the she-demon they think I am? I would gamble that at least half the crew would come running, with their swords equipped if not drawn, to see what mischief I was getting myself into now.”
Yevrin calmly folded her hands into her lap and looked up contemptuously at Boon, knowing he would not be able to escape this fate no matter how much he detested it. “So what shall it be: will you carry me as you have already agreed to do, or do you wish to take my bet?”
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Boon
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Post by Boon on Oct 11, 2012 10:19:25 GMT -5
As Yevrin’s first threat reached his ears, Boon had come to a stop at the edge of the open door. It was not fear or concern that had halted his exit, but rather amusement. How could she think to make threats about his health when he was able-bodied and ready to defend himself, and she immobilized and stripped of every one of her weapons? He stood in the door frame and smiled to himself. He had expected Yevrin to resort to her usual manipulative ways if he had decided to depart. Slowly, Boon turned around to face her and folded his arms across his chest, and leaned against the door frame as he had done when he had first stumbled into this tedious meeting. His features bore his staple pompous smirk as he anticipated the entertainment to come. His lips tightened when she took a jab at his intelligence. ‘How dreadfully predictable’, Boon mused and examined his nails absentmindedly.
When she stated that he would need her cooperation in order to find his staff, he scoffed and looked to the insolent figure before him. The only thing he needed from Yevrin was her yammering mouth sewed shut. He did not realize just how much he truly would want that accomplished in the moments to come, however.
As he listened to her explanation as to why he had found her chained up this way, he raised a hand to his lips and covered his mouth as his smug grin slowly faded. He refused to accept this explanation as the truth, regardless of his familiarity with Yevrin's skill in combat... It was absurd. How could she have managed to instill fear in an entire crew of brutes, and survive with nothing more then an injured ankle? It was then that he realized that the blood he had spotted in another cell earlier was not hers, after all, but of one of her victims that had probably come too close for comfort. He was perplexed and mildly concerned as to how she had managed to do that, seeing as the pirates had confiscated her blades. He shifted uncomfortably against the door frame as his pride tried to keep the reality of the situation from seeping into his brain.
When Yevrin revealed what her intended strategy was to force him to comply, he could not hide his agitation any longer and a pair of quivering hands flew to his forehead and clutched it exasperatedly. This wretch always found a way to contort his temperament into a tangled mess of frustration. As much as he did not want to admit it, he would be hard-pressed to defend himself against a mob of angry, sword-wielding pirates if she did follow through with her threat. Boon had no doubt in his mind that if it meant causing him injury or worse, his sadistic foe would not hesitate to draw that rabble down into her cell.
He stepped away from the door and back over to where his gloating nemesis knelt, hands clenched at his sides in constrained rage. “You expect me to believe this nonsense, do you?” He huffed indignantly, “One human woman, dispatch seven powerful, ravenous men, and injure four more... Really, do you even hear yourself when you speak? You sound like a madwoman,” he persisted in denial, trying his best to act unabashed by her tale, “What I do believe is that dreadful voice of yours is perfectly capable of causing a racket, and it’s already grated on my ears enough for one night...”
Boon crouched down before Yevrin yet again, but this time did not wait for her to get comfortable. His frustration succeeded in pushing most of his previous inhibitions aside and he snatched her arms from her lap, yanked them roughly onto his shoulders and turned as he had done before so his back was facing her .“If this will get you to shut your bloody mouth, then so be it,” he snapped and rose to his feet with his hands still clutching her arms, heaving her up with him.
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Yevrin
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Post by Yevrin on Nov 5, 2012 22:51:54 GMT -5
Yevrin was thrilled to see how her words affected Boon. The jerk deserved it after what he had put her through. There was also a great deal of satisfaction in knowing how easily she could control him. “He believes himself so great and important, but here I am, injured and weaponless, forcing him to follow my will. So what does that really make him?” Yevrin thought smugly.
She did not care really that he mocked her claims of harming the crew. She did not really think of them as that much of a boast. These pirates had no great skills, just great numbers. She should have been able to easily escape them, but that stupid staff had ruined everything. She knew her words were true; they were not hot, empty air, as much of Boon’s talk normally was. They had substance, and whether Boon wished to believe it or not, all that mattered was that he feared that it was true. Which he must, otherwise why would he be agreeing to carry her?
It was going well, until the jerk actually grabbed her and hoisted her up. Yevrin did not even have time to protest before he was yanking her arms and dragging her up. Her right ankle twisted and hit the floor painfully as he was lifting her up, as well as painfully knocked against Boon as he finished hoisting her up against his back. It took all her concentration and willpower not to scream in pain at every jarring movement her ankle felt. She did not even have enough clear thought to feel humiliated or outraged with how Boon had decided to lift her up and carry her as if he were wearing a cape. She had just used her silence as a bargaining chip, so she could not just scream and throw all her efforts away. However, a high-pitch keening made its way past Yevrin’s lips a couple times before she was able to master herself.
She hissed into Boon’s ear, “You sadistic barbarian! Are you trying to make me scream!? If you wanted to take my bet, you should have just said so and I would have obliged you with some wretchedly blood-curdling screams. What part of injured ankle do you not understand?! If you keep hitting it at every opportunity, I am going to make a noise whether I want to or not!”
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Post by Boon on Nov 8, 2012 15:30:20 GMT -5
As aggravated as Boon had been to have had fulfilled Yevrin’s desires against his will, seeing that he had managed to cause her considerable pain in doing so forced a smirk back onto his face, despite the unpleasantness of the situation weighing on him both physically and figuratively. He titled his head away from her disdainfully as she griped into his ear, and did not bother to cast his gaze over his shoulder at her as he replied, “You should be thankful I don’t throttle you with those chains and silence you for good, alley-rat,” he growled menacingly, “It’s not my fault that that human body of yours is so indescribably fragile... Although I shouldn’t be surprised that your incompetence has gotten you into this state. What did you do exactly? Trip and fall over your own feet?” He laughed at her coldly, the image of what he had just said painting an entertaining scene in his mind.
He was quite fed up with having aided Yevrin to such an extent already. He had not a shred of concern for her injury, but he admitted internally that it might be in his better interest to at least attempt to be mindful of her ankle if he wanted her to remain quiet. However, if he was going to stoop so low as to bend to Yevrin’s will yet again, he’d rather her be as unhappy with the results as possible. His conniving smirk grew wider. If there was one thing Boon could claim to be an expert at (besides being ridiculously good-looking at all times) it was making Yevrin’s blood boil. He had been accomplishing that from the very first day he had had the rotten luck of meeting her, after all, and had learned to take great pleasure in the act.
“If you absolutely must have a more comfortable seat, then I suppose I can oblige,” He sighed, as if the very thought itself was cumbersome. Straightening up slightly, he released his grip around her arms and placed his palms decidedly under her barely-covered behind. He spared no expense in his stunt, and pressed his fingers against her skin as he jostled her into a more comfortable position for himself. He bit his lip in order to stifle the laughter welling up inside of him before he could comment, “Does this satisfy you? It certainly suits me just fine."
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Yevrin
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Post by Yevrin on Nov 19, 2012 0:53:51 GMT -5
Boon was as aggravating as ever. There just did not seem to be one small, remotely tolerable fibre of thread in his construction. There she was, horribly disabled, embarrassingly dressed, deprived of food, sleep, and comfort: a complete damsel in distress. It should just be a male instinct to show some pity or care for her. But what did Boon do? Mock her injury and aggravate it. And as if that were not bad enough, he had to aggravate her pride as well.
“It was your cursed staff I tripped over!” Yevrin raged in her mind. “I would have been perfectly fine if it was not for your horrible staff!” However, Yevrin knew it would probably please Boon if he knew that it was because of his stolen staff she had been injured so she was determined to never speak the truth on that matter. “It is better to just ignore the noise coming from a trash heap. Nothing pleasant is ever in there, so nothing good would ever come from listening. And this jerk is just a walking trash heap so it is best to not listen to a word he says,” Yevrin reasoned with herself.
Yevrin tried to tune him out by focusing her thoughts on more productive topics, such as what she would do once her ankle was healed. There were quite a few things she was looking forward to. Then she heard the jerk say something. She had not quite heard it as she had been trying not to hear it, but Boon suddenly had all her attention when he shifted his hands. Then just to prove that he could always infuriate her even more when she thought she was at her limit, he disproved it with his lecherous comment.
It was too much. Boon was touching her bare skin in such a lewd fashion, and taking pleasure in it, and it was just too much.
“PERVERT!” she half screeched, half hissed.
Her ankle may be injured, but her upper body strength was just fine. She grabbed Boon’s head by the hair with her left hand and jerked it back. Then raised her right hand, which still contained the file she had been concealing. She pressed its point right beneath Boon’s eye, ready to stab it should he try to shake her off or otherwise try to attack her. She knew he was a metal monstrosity and her file would likely not be large enough to deal significant injury normally. However, eyes were always a weak point to living creatures and she was willing to bet that his would be just as vulnerable.
Pausing to take a few deep breaths to try to keep herself composed and not yelling and bringing every pirate on this ship to them, Yevrin gathered her thoughts and with a strained, hissed whisper berated the beast that she needed to get her out of here.
“Alright. So yes, it seems you have proven that it really is impossible for you to do something for me without being constantly under threat. If that is the way you want it, fine, I will be happy to oblige. So as you seem to have failed or never attended the lesson on how to treat a lady, I will give you the quick version. You ever touch me or look at me in such a lewd, perverted, brutish fashion again and I will destroy you. I will abolish this right eye of yours first. Then, after I am free of this pirate ship, I will find you. You know I will find you, and hunt you like an animal – as you have just proven that is what you are – because I have done it before and succeeded. Then when I have you, I will destroy you piece by piece, but the last thing I will take is your left eye so you can watch the entire process happen.”
“You want your staff, and I want my freedom. This should be simple enough for even you to grasp. So just try to do the opposite of everything you would naturally do for the next little while and we should get out of this just fine with both of us getting what we want. You even come out a bit ahead since then I will be obliged to fulfil my part of our deal. Has that made it through that big head of yours? So make the attempt to pretend you have a decent fibre within you somewhere. You can start by carrying me in a proper fashion.”
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Post by Boon on Dec 17, 2012 21:05:13 GMT -5
Boon had been savouring Yevrin's reaction to his audacious move. She was, of course, absolutely livid, which never failed to bring a bit of cheer to Boon's otherwise monotonous days. The self-satisfied smirk he was wearing was short-lived, however, and was abruptly shaken off of his face when Yevrin's fingers grabbed at his hair and yanked his head back. A flare of anger surged through him in that instant, but before he could make a move to retaliate, he felt the finely pointed metal press against the skin beneath his eye and he promptly froze in place. His eyes fell swiftly to the glinting file. Admittedly, he should have probably seen this coming. Every interaction he had ever had with Yevrin thus far always seemed to follow the same, exhausting pattern. One minute, Boon was satisfied with the current happenings and in the next instant there was some sort of sharp metal object finding its mark on his person. In this particular instance, he was certain that said sharp metal object would not have been an issue and he could go on tormenting Yevrin to his heart’s content, seeing as the pirates had claimed her property, or so he had thought. He made a mental note to remind himself that this mangy cat was never without her claws, apparently.
He stood in the cell so still and rigid that his back arched, as if his entire body had shied away from the file poised to plunge straight into his eye. His hands itched to drop his volatile luggage or otherwise pry her off of him, but an overwhelming sense of dread restrained his usually uncontrollable instinct to reciprocate Yevrin’s attacks. He could not stand the thought of any area of his face being damaged in even the slightest way, and was vividly aware of Yevrin’s constant inclination to cause him harm. Considering how far he had pushed her at this point, if he so much as twitched he had no doubt in his mind that he would be wearing an eye-patch for the rest of his days. The visual of that alone made him nauseous, and so he listened morosely to her scold him without a peep. His mood was not improved upon hearing her graphic plot to dismantle him. Truthfully, being taken apart as she had just described was next to being his most dreaded fear, which fought for first place position with a nearly crippling fear of drowning. He swallowed nervously, and did his best to console himself internally, reasoning that Yevrin, a human who possessed only a fraction of the strength he did, could never possibly accomplish such a feat. Probably.
As she concluded her rant and made her newest set of demands, an uncomfortable silence grew between them for a moment. Still standing as motionless as stone, he blew away a few strands of hair that had fallen over his face when she had jerked his head before he felt it safe to respond. He began to speak, got a bad start in falsetto, cleared his throat and promptly tried again, “Alright... You’ve made your point,” he muttered with narrowed eyes fixed on the file, hoping his uneasiness was not as obvious as it had just sounded. He slid his hands from their place on her backside and further up her legs, resting them lightly under her lower thighs. “There, is this proper enough for the lady?” He asked her wryly, stuffing his need to openly retort to her insults away from his tongue and back into his mind, “Honestly, there’s no need to overreact. I’m merely trying to ensure that there is no chance of letting you slip or otherwise fall," He lied through his teeth and forced a coy grin upon his face. "Now, would you please be so kind as to put that miniature dagger of yours down and let go of me so I can begin this search? I think we can both agree that injuring me right now is going to make that priority significantly more difficult.”
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Post by Yevrin on Dec 25, 2012 22:52:56 GMT -5
The squeak in Boon’s voice as he replied to her demands was very satisfying. He probably felt no guilt or remorse for what he had done – she wondered if you could carve decency into someone – but at least he had regret for putting himself in danger. So long as Boon was under threat, Yevrin believed that she could manipulate him enough to get her way. “Really, you would think he would learn by now,” she thought exasperatedly. It was a bit aggravating how he insisted on pretending that he was not fazed by her; the sound of his voice and his body language was proof enough that he was. “I had to nearly let him drown in a freezing ocean before I could get him to swallow his pride just a bit. I suppose I should not be too surprised,” she thought annoyed.
Boon shifted his hands, so he was no longer cupping her butt, but even his hands on her upper thighs was too much to handle. She was also not fond of how her front had to be pressed against him. The way he was carrying her was just not going to work.
“No, this is not proper enough for me,” she replied huffily. “How can I trust your hand not to slip? Or whatever else your perverted mind can come up with. We are going to have to come up with a new solution.” Yevrin had yet to remove the file from beneath Boon’s eye, and she was not about ready to remove her threat; Boon could easily drop her in retaliation, even if that meant she would scream like the banshee the crew thought she was. She was not going to underestimate Boon’s stupidity. Though to somewhat acknowledge that he had complied with her demand, she released the grip on his head and let her hand holding the file slowly fall so that the point was resting against his neck instead. “And as for your being injured hampering the search, so long as the injury would not prevent you from transporting me, it would be fine. I can see perfectly well enough. I would just direct you which way you needed to go,” she laughed half-teasingly, half-serious.
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Post by Boon on Jan 2, 2013 18:16:21 GMT -5
Another wretched demand. Of course. Boon suspected he was beginning to acquire a taste for what his servants must undergo on a daily basis. He did not find it savory in the least. In a normal situation he would have been livid to the point of violence by now, but a looming fear for the well-being of his person combined with the fact that these threats were a product of Yevrin’s twisted mind quelled his temper down to a simmering anxiety.
When she released her grip on his hair and lowered her weapon, Boon involuntarily expelled a soft sigh and his posture slackened. “Ah yes, of course... How foolish of me to overlook that fact,” he laughed along with her ever so slightly, still quite aware of the file that was now held against his neck. Trying to concentrate, he wracked his brain to come up with what was to be this ‘new solution’. It didn’t take long for the most logical and only viable answer to surface in his mind. The very idea of what had just come to him was absolutely repugnant, and his uneasiness stirred inside of him more tumultuously than when that file had been poised to gouge out his eye. Looking to the ceiling for a moment, he shook his head in exasperated disbelief at this string of relentlessly dreadful luck.
“Alright... So, if this does not suit your taste, there is really only one other option, unless you want to be draped over my shoulder like a sack of luggage,” Boon muttered while carefully kneeling down to bring them both back onto the cell floor. When they were seated, he slipped his hands out from under Yevrin’s legs and went about readjusting his tousled hair and glasses before turning himself around to face her. “I have a feeling you won’t find that particularly comfortable either, though, so you’re going to have to settle for this last alternative...” Again, he did not wait for Yevrin to comply. He leaned towards her and forced one arm under the crooks of her legs, the other against and around her back, and hoisted her into his lap. Unfortunately, this was going to be the best he could do if she was going to allow him to touch her at all. He figured it would probably suffice, however, as his hands generally were not free to come into contact with any other place on her body without somehow dropping her, and she was still able to keep an eye on him as well as use the file if she so desired, even if it meant holding her like one would in a more 'romantic' setting. He rose to stand again with her in his arms, and feeling terribly awkward, looked down at her with a coy grin. “Satisfied now? Please tell me that this is the last thing I'll have to do to get us out of this hell-hole...”
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Post by Yevrin on Jan 3, 2013 22:45:15 GMT -5
It amused Yevrin how she could threaten Boon with just a small file. His relieved body language and forced laughter were balms to her wounded dignity. They were a poor medicine though to the extent of the damage it had received. As well, Yevrin had to bite her tongue when Boon set her down. Even though it was probably the closest to careful as Boon could probably get, her ankle was screaming in pain that she would not let pass from her lips. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her ankle, as if instead of her heart pumping blood it was her ankle pumping pain to spread through her body. She vehemently wished that she had destroyed that terrible staff rather than preserving it as a bargaining chip. She suffered again as a fresh wave of pain shot up from her leg when he picked her up again.
Yevrin was forced to agree that this method of carrying her was a good compromise. Boon’s hands were not anywhere inappropriate, nor could they “slip” into an inappropriate grip. It also improved upon which part of her was pressed up against the jerk. Rather than having to press her front against him and have her legs around him, it was just one side of her pressed against him now. She had a less advantageous hold on him though; if he decided to drop her, she would be unable to maintain a firm grip. Her position to threaten him was also a bit lessened, since she had no firm grip to help hold him if she needed to stab him. She quickly adjusted to put her arm lightly around his neck though, to help stabilize her position, give at least a tenuous grip, and she let the cold metal of the file lie against Boon’s neck, just to remind him it was there.
However, she realized the major negative point of her new position when Boon looked down to complain at her. Being carried on Boon’s back had meant she was behind him and it was impossible to look at her in current flimsy apparel. She had no such protection from his gaze now. In fact, being held below his gaze gave him the perfect viewpoint to look straight down the babydoll at her breasts. Her positioning also caused her outfit to ride up so that her upper thighs were completely exposed now. The heat of pain in her throbbing ankle seemed paltry now to the heat she could feel growing in her cheeks.
“Look up!” she hissed, vehemently. To emphasize the point, or in case he disobeyed just to spite her, she used her other hand to forcefully tip his chin up. “Head up and gaze forward. Do not dare look down you lecher.” She tried to take a calming breath, hoping that her blush would fade. “Yes, this is adequate enough so long as your eyes do not look upon things they should not. And yes, once we finish the search we will be able to leave this accursed ship forever. So let us quickly find what we are looking for, shall we? Even these stupid brutes will not sleep forever…”
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Post by Boon on Jan 5, 2013 12:53:08 GMT -5
Although it usually pleased Boon to see Yevrin’s face flush with embarrassment, it was not enough to mend his patience that was taut and frayed from her incessant puppeteering. When she forced his head up with her fingers, the last of it finally snapped and he growled at her in frustration, “Blast it girl, I have had enough of your insolence - I’ll look where ever I please! You despicably vain creature. As if I would be interested in looking anywhere on or near your body,” he lied shamelessly. Despite his belligerence, Boon had ranted aloud all the while doing exactly what Yevrin had just instructed him to do. He avoided admitting this fact to himself, however, and refocused on the paramount task at hand; locating his precious staff. At long last, it seemed as though this debacle was beginning to brighten up. The fact that Yevrin would be indebted to him seemed like a lack-luster addition to his rewards compared to the exhilaration he would know upon holding the beloved magic item in his hands again, after being apart from it for so long.
As predicted, Yevrin proved to be pleasantly light cargo, despite being the most monstrous demon of a woman he had ever crossed. He exited the cell, finally free of any sort of verbal or physical threats that had hindered him before, and stepped into the gloomy corridor lined with the similar cells that he’d inspected earlier. Knowing that the lot did not contain the item in question, he felt no need to waste any more of their fleeting time on a second look, and proceeded further down into the remainder of the hold.
“I hope you understand what you’ve done here,” Boon grumbled while his head drifted from side to side, scanning the area as he walked, “This disaster is entirely your fault. If you had just accepted the fact that you’d lost and left my property well alone, you would have never wound up here in the first place, and I would never have had to waste my valuable time hauling your sorry carcass out from your own damned mess. And for god’s sake, if I find even the slightest, minuscule scratch on my staff I’ll break the rest of it over your head --”
He ceased his rambling abruptly when he felt his foot fall past where the floor should have been, and yelped in surprise. He quickly regained his composure, as well as his balance, and came to the realization that they’d discovered a set of stairs descending further into the hull. His natural instinct was, of course, to look down, but had to restrain himself as that simple action would probably force him to impersonate a pincushion for a second time in his relationship with Yevrin. Keeping his gaze aimed straight ahead into what was basically empty murk, it was near impossible to see where his next step would land, which was regrettably not where he had expected it to land at all. The following few seconds were complete calamity in motion. Boon lost his footing on the slick wood and immediately sent the pair plummeting down the remainder of that cursed set of stairs in a noisy crescendo. As he had been carrying Yevrin out in front of him, the momentum of his slip caused him to toss her from his arms and onto the landing. He came to join her painfully on the floor boards soon after. Gravity had not been merciful in his positioning, however, and he lay sprawled on top of her, resting his full mechanical weight against her body. Disoriented and in a bit of pain from the fall, it didn’t completely register where his face was now planted, although he did manage to observe that it was pleasantly soft and cozy...
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Yevrin
Thief
Human
What's yours is mine, and what's mine you better not touch.
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Post by Yevrin on Jan 10, 2013 18:55:54 GMT -5
Yevrin did not trust Boon not to try to sneak a peek of her, so kept a close eye on him to ensure his gaze stayed forward and did not drift downwards. She listened impatiently as he tried to shift the blame for her predicament from himself to her. It was infuriating. “When did I lose to you?” she thought incredulously. She opened her mouth to protest, and then the world went chaotic. Apparently expecting Boon to be able to walk and carry her had been overestimating his capabilities.
She screamed in shock as she was falling, grasping at nothingness to try to stop her harsh descent. She landed hard on the landing, but the pain of her head and behind, which had taken most of the impact of the fall, was nothing when compared to her ankle. Another scream forced its way out as a new fresh wave of pain radiated through her body from her ankle, and involuntary tears came to her eyes. It seemed as if the seconds were an infinity, but then a new source of pain crashed into her and knocked the air out of her.
The pain disoriented her for a moment. She managed to catch her breath again, and tried to assess the situation. She could not move, and it was not just due to the agony from her injury. She realized there was an enormous weight pressing down on her. She realized what it must be a moment afterwards, and then the moment after that realized what part of the ‘it’ was in her cleavage. She screeched, repulsed, and tried to shove Boon off of her, but her strength failed her. Her position, her depleted strength, and Boon’s mechanical weight were a combination she could not overcome to get him off of her herself.
Yevrin would have started stabbing the jerk off of her, but the fall had knocked the file out of her hand. Instead she started hitting him, pushing at least his head out off of her breasts even if she could not get the rest of him off of her. A small part of her knew that there was not nearly enough force in her hits to be effective – the brute’s scrap metal frame would probably damage her hands more than the reverse – but that part was not in charge right now. She just continued hitting and pushing him. “Jerk!” she screeched. “Pervert! Lecher! Jerk! Get off, get off, get off! Jerk!”
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Boon
Wizard
Android
If a world won't run by my rules, then it can't really run at all, can it?
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Post by Boon on Feb 25, 2013 17:18:29 GMT -5
Before Boon had time to shake off his disorientation himself, his head was forcefully shoved upwards and away from its previous resting place. He looked to Yevrin sharply, incredulous at first, until finally he realized that his heavy body was currently pressing down against her, and subsequently understood the reason as to why the landing of his fall was unexpectedly pleasant. He looked down at the baby-doll and to her cleavage, then back at her, then down again until she unleashed a throng of insults, screaming and pushing and pelting him with her fists. At that point he could actually feel the machinery inside of him whir rapidly with a sense of overwhelming dread. He had yet to take note that she had dropped the file, and so instinctively lifted an arm to shield his face from her random attacks and clumsily scrambled off of her, knowing that she would gouge out both of his eyes and destroy whatever else she could land a hit on if he remained even remotely near her for another second. His escape was far from graceful and as he rose to stand, tripped over his own feet and tumbled backwards and onto the foot of the stairs with a loud 'thud'.
"Yevrin!" He shouted back at her, hands clutching either side of his head, "For god's sake, it was a damned accident -- shut up! You're going to get us both killed!" He quickly regretted the volume of his own voice, however, and promptly shut himself up as his hands flew to covered his mouth. In silence, he strained his ears, carefully listening for any fresh noise coming from up above them. The sensation of his mechanisms spinning wildly with anxiety returned with added force as his fear was realized. The quiet was disturbed by several boisterous and very unhappy-sounding voices and the noise of objects clattering onto the floorboards up above. Moments after a slew of frantic steps began to resonate louder and louder as a disturbed crew descended into the hold to check up on their captive. Boon sprang to his feet and glanced over his shoulder fearfully to the entrance at the top of the stairs. "Look what you've done now," he hissed at Yevrin hoarsely, "I hope those 'fates' of yours are the merciful sort, because we're going to need it if those brutes find us down here." The crew was so near that they could both make out their thundering, angered shouts of outlandish slurs and profanities. They had entered Yevrin's cell and seen that their play-thing had vanished. The lot were astonished and also probably mildly terrified that she had somehow managed to escape, especially after noticing the broken shackles. For a moment a few of the dumb brutes were certain they were dealing with a literal demon woman. Their rage quickly squashed their apprehension, however, and they corralled themselves down the remainder of the corridor and towards the room containing the hapless pair.
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Yevrin
Thief
Human
What's yours is mine, and what's mine you better not touch.
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Post by Yevrin on Mar 29, 2013 21:51:18 GMT -5
Yevrin gritted her teeth against the pain that racked through her entire body. The withdrawal of Boon’s weight had been a large relief, both physically and mentally, but she was reaching the limit to what her body could endure. The depravation she had undergone in captivity had weakened her, but she had to keep of the façade of strength. “The Jerk will betray and leave me if he suspects he can get away with it,” she thought bitterly.
She pushed herself up into a sitting position. The fall had not been as bad as it could have been. Other than some bumps and bruises and the unpleasant feeling of having that brute pressed against her she was relatively uninjured. Her ankle burned with a new flare of pain, but there was nothing she could do about that. She looked around the dimly lit storage room. Boon was yelling and causing a fuss of some sort and then suddenly stopped. She realized immediately what it was that had caused the Jerk to fall silent, though even the sound of a crew of upset pirates heading their way could not keep him quiet for long. Then he had the audacity to blame it on her.
“My fault?!” she hissed back, incredulously. “You are the one that cannot even manage to walk down a flight of stairs–”
The tread of pirate footsteps was getting a bit too close for comfort for an unarmed Yevrin. She glanced around her new surroundings again looking for something to help her in the upcoming problem of water-barbarians. She quickly realized they were in not any old storage room, but their treasure cargo hold. Though it pained her to think that she would not get a chance to loot it, she vowed she would come back and reclaim recompense from these pirates before she burned the ship to the bottom of the ocean. She needed her possessions for survival and that was all she could afford to look for right now.
“And if I were a lazy sea rat adding something new to the cargo, I would throw it down the stairs and it would land around… there!” Yevrin thought gleefully as she spotted a sack that bulged just as one might expect a sack to bulge if it held a sword and various other items. She was somewhat annoyed that her possessions had been treated so disrespectfully, but at least they were all together and only a few feet away from her. Though regaining her possessions would make her very happy, and give her a bit of an edge, Yevrin doubted it would be enough to defend herself against the crew. Regardless, she was going to reclaim her belongings. Unable to stand, she started to edge her way to the sack using her hands. It was taking more effort than she liked to keep from screaming in unison with her ankle, and she could feel beads of sweat starting to form at her brow. She needed off of this ship now.
“Imbecile, quit running off that motorized mouth of yours and find your cursed staff so we can get off this damned ship!” Yevrin commanded through clenched teeth as she closed the distance between herself and the sack.
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