Every Action Has a Reaction ....

The Project Director Eric Von Silverman had personally overseen Project Revival himself, having input from the start, all the way to it's completion, to insure that there would be no mental glitches like there were with their prototype successes, Smoke and Mirror. These two were hand picked by the Director himself, both possessing the genetic makeup, as well physiological background that was lacking with the originals. His findings would be presented to the Committee.

The room a shrouded in darkness, save for the images that were displayed up duo monitors behind him. Those in attendance were fitted with translator modules, which allowed the Director to be heard in their own native dialect, and respond in kind.

"Smoke and Mirror were our prototypes, but through our own arrogance, we over looked what they were before. The mind wipe process was only partially successful. We erased the surface content of who they were, prior to Project Genesis, not the base essence, the true core of what they are. Those that do not learn from their mistakes, will often repeat then gentlemen."

"Despite the Immortal's best efforts to sabotage Project Genesis, we had enough raw data, as well DNA strands to continue our work at the second undisclosed facility, and remain on schedule. With the defection of several of our prototypes, this is not seen as a setback, but a chance to witness evolution in action. "

<But what of the millions lost due to the Immortal, and the those that defected from Project Genesis. Certainly you are not going to expect us to sit idly by while those rogue assassins disrupt what we have taken many years to create!!>

"Gentlemen, your fears and concerns are warranted, but I guarantee you that all loose ends will be dealt with. If those that have let the Project will not return, steps will be taken to ensure they do not have very much time left in this world. Alive they can still be of great use to us. Dead, their bodies will serve as templates for the next phase of our operations. The footage you see behind me was taken several nights ago, as three rival factions attempted a trade of banned imported items. The location was leaked not only to the Paladin Knights, but to those that would have ties to not only the Immortal, but Smoke and Mirror who we strongly suspect the three are working together."

Silverman would step aside and play the footage of what transpired ... Numerous mini cameras placed throughout, meant to capture from every angle possible.

"As you see, the initial attack happened upon the Immortal himself, an excellent ploy, for he can recover from near any sort of non fatal wound, it was quite the sell to raise the tension already there. The throwing star was thrown from the rooftop, as you can see from slowly the digital footage down. We assumed that to be the actions of Smoke. Mirror was more difficult to track down, but we think this may have been her. The smoke/damage resulting from the fire fight, made for sensible cover, that she used to her advantage. Luckily the briefcase she carried does not change appearances like she does. We nearly overlooked her."

{She's gotten better, since leaving the Corporation, Silverman. She's too dangerous to have been left at large for this long.}

"We are all in agreement there. Then let me introduce our problem solvers." The images on the scree would change, displaying a man and woman, going through a series of tests, in and out of the field. "Meet Haven and Hades. Bound to the will of the Corporation, they as we speak have been engaging in countless simulations involving the Immortal, as well our renegades defectors. The next stage in evolution, these two will pick up where Smoke and Mirror left off. By tomorrow, they will have finished their training and will be ready to bring back our lost lambs ... Dead or alive."

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The Immortal had a point. Things had been too easy since their less than amicable split from the Corporation. All involved knew steps were going to be taken to reclaim what was not necessarily stolen, but walked away of their own accord.

Bradyn never gave much thought to who he was prior to his rebirth within Project Genesis, he just accepted what was and moved on. Of course there were some ... Sticking points. One of that stood out the most? Venom. Bradyn developed a strong dislike of him that went all the way down to the core of his being. That little thing they say about first impressions? It's true, on so many levels. How ironic was that it was venom that played the catalyst in forging the new origin, the starting chapter in the new lives of the Corporation's finest additions ....

Bradyn Zachariah and Arianrhod Baine

Smoke and Mirror.

Thunderstorms were rare anymore, so when they did occur, they were a sight to behold for all ages. This raw from of nature was one of the few things that held his attention. The streaks of lightning that raced across the skies, the different colors, the length and width of the electrical current was a sight to see. And one cannot have the lightning without the thunder. For Bradyn, the louder the thunder, the better. Such a deadly combination, considering you can't have one without the other, true forces of nature, and he respected that. Now with him sitting on the roof of Brehnic Kohnar's penthouse rental, with the potential of being struck, and possible killed?

Never crossed his mind.

Sitting Indian style, with his back straight, the winds whipped around Bradyn's body, the rain falling with such force, one could hear it striking him. His shades were strapped firmly to his head, preventing those same gale force winds from taking another pair. They also provided protection against a random drop hitting him directly in the eyes, therefor enjoying what was happening around him. That also would be the only article of clothing that graced his swarthy muscular slender build, as he felt a like he was establishing a kinship with those same forces. Each rumble of thunder vibrated through him, allowing a small smile to shatter the usual neutral facade he normally displayed.

In many ways, the storm itself reminded him of Arianrhod, on many levels. The wonderment. The intensity. The frightening potential. The danger. The beauty. And the passion. Storms do carry their own passion, some more fierce than others, the same was the way with Arianrhod. From their first sighting of the other, to the first practice session that involved them facing off, a melee so fierce that the pair came as close as one could to killing the other without crossing the line. Even Venom admitted to being somewhat impressed ... though his lustful gaze was transfixed upon the sweaty bloody form of Arianrhod Baine the entire time.

What the top brass thought was nothing more than a training session meant to gage the value in their investments. To the two down below? What started off as a impromptu grudge match which ended by both developing a deep unspeakable respect for the other. What was a test to those watching, developed more into a war like ritual. No quarter asked for nor given. His acknowledgement of her was so subtle, Venom would have caught the movement if not otherwise preoccupied by his raging libido.
They had an understanding.

"He's still hasn't talked yet. We are not sure if it is a side effect from the enhancements, or some sort of latent trauma. The Director's does not seem to be overly concerned. In fact, he enjoys the concept of a silent assassin. Too bad the same couldn't be said for Arianrhod Baine. That one makes up for Bradyn's silence. Her tongue is probably her deadliest weapon."

Venom would put it all into perspective in his own colorful manner ... "She's got a purty lil mouth, and I could put that tongue of hers to a few good .... Uses." An talent that went unknown by Bradyn's creators, if you were in his line of sight, he became real good at reading lips, which didn't help/improve his standing with Venom at all.

He stiffened slightly, not because of the cold rain pelting him, nor the lightning or thunder, but the arrival of a certain presence .... A tiny smile slowly appearing on his face, the rain drowning out that silent stride. It was almost like the storm itself picked up suddenly in intensity.

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The lightning shattered her senses and brought her gasping and awake from slumber. Whatever nightmare had tortured her spirit had left her speckled in sweat and her energy wild. Sitting up in bed she brushed her sweaty palms through her soaked hair, grimacing at the fact the nightmares still tortured her.

Fragments of her past. She used to be someone and now all she felt like was a vessel... a creation. A science project that never quite made it to the fair. A scream of frustration was echoed in a clap of thunder as her pale eyes were illuminated by the lightning. The lightning reflected in her eyes and it seemed at that moment she was a part of the storm. Energy chaotic and in its stillness so powerful and beautiful.

Changing out of her sweat soaked nightie she changed into a pair of jeans, wearing nothing else save for a black satin bra. The cool breeze and the taste of rain on her tongue left her willing to explore the elements of nature and leave her skin bare to its touch.

It only seemed a thought that would make her aware of Smoke's whereabouts. He usually went through this ritual... though tonight she had a feeling it was likely different.

Upon finding him outside she took to leaning against the doorframe, arms folding over her chest. Artic eyes noted his naked figure before her eyes became mirrors... offering only his reflection and yet nothing of herself ... nothing of her feelings or emotions.

"You're naked."

A tip and suggestion of something he well might be aware of. A lick at her lips as she inhaled sharply, the sensations of the night and the storm reeling in her head and crackling through her nerves like chaotic energy that she hardly had a leash on. Staring above his head, her eyes stayed so still... so empty... but Mirror was unaware of the hue of rose that touched upon her cheeks.

"You're naked."

Bradyn's head would move every so slightly, just as a thunderous boom shook the very foundation of the roof they stood upon. He'd glance over his left shoulder, allowing the smallest of smiles to shatter that ever present neutral facade he wore. In a single fluid motion, he jumped to his feet, slowly turning to face Arianrhod as he approached the doorway she leaned against, until he stood about a foot from her, the rain still pelting him in sheets. With the gale at his back, there would be no need for the glasses, so they were pulled from his face, as those dark eyes met her mirrored gaze.

-(w)- "Clothing hinders my connection. This storm, she's in a nasty mood this eve, and it's going to get worse before the night is through. You should try it." Those deep base tones always remaining the same, never wavering, though the look in his eyes said so much more, or was it at that particular moment that he was seeing himself in her eyes ... It was amusing to see himself from another ... Different perspective. Another step closer had him sliding by her, as close as one could be without making actual contact, his soaking wet figure making his way back down to his room, where he grabbed a waiting towel, drying himself off.

-(w)- "RLD Underground. New Club. Crimson Tryst." Tossing the damp towel aside, a slight pivot had him facing his bed where his clothing was laid out and waiting. Slipping into a pair of silk boxers, Bradyn motioned over at the nightstand. -(w)- "VIP passes." Bradyn's choice of attire had him looking more like one of those pilots from Battlestar Galactica, the new version.

Now what was his motive? Bradyn never looked to be social before, he hated crowds, and never bothered to hide that fact. But here is was, dressed to the nines, and was ready to hit one of the new premiere hot spots, since the temporary closing down of the Crimson Scarf. Once he was finished, he turned to face Arianrhod, that tiny smile still apparent.

-(w)- "Sounds fun."

Mirror offered a faint frown as she stared out at the storm. Licking her lips faintly. She didn't need to shed clothing in order to feel the call of the storm. It nearly sang in her nerves and licked at her veins with the sparks of electrical heat. She shuddered with it, desiring to grasp that power and contain it.

Glacier depths fixed upon Smoke's face as it was the safest place to look without having to risk a stumble over words. She could swear that Smoke was flirting with her or if not just downright being coy. A grumble mumbled under breath as it did not seem his nature. Just as much it wasn't her nature to be blushing at the appearance of someone being naked.

After all they had seen each other before. During the fights for instance.

"Going out? I thought you hated crowds. Besides is this the wisest decision we can make right now? The media is already spouting out our names and trying to get a general idea of what -I- might look like. Cops are likely to be everywhere... as much as well.. THEY are."

The word "THEY" was nearly snarled. They meaning Venom and his posse. The man had a hard on for her if not worse.

With the lack of response from Smoke and his comment of it sounding fun she gave a resigned sigh, near stomping to her room in those aged doc martens to try and find something reasonable to wear.

Clothes were torn off as if mere accesories to life's poor existence managing to find a skimpy red dress to fit herself into. Boots replaced with the thigh high "so screw me boots" with the spiked heels.

Not a glimpse of jewelry to assault that delicious vision of cleaveage, hair pulled up into a ponytail. She was trying to make her attire look disagreeable and grumpy towards the requirement of playing nice with the locals... but instead she turned out pulling it all Vamp seductress with the smoky eyes and pouting mouth of blood red.

"Let's go before I change my mind."

Like it was really her decision anyways.

"Let's go before I change my mind."

There'd be no sexual comment, no whistling, none of the NORMAL male reactions to seeing a sight such as Arianrhod was presenting. In Bradyn's case??Only a?subtle arch of the eyebrow, which was saying much if you knew the man. Those dark eyes did continue to drink in the visage before him, with nothing more than a small nod of the head. This woman had a trademark stride all her own.

Bradyn broke out the cycle for this affair, again seemingly acting out of character, for the bike was used for special occasions only ... Wait, was this a special occasion??

His pride and joy ... A specially modified sleek midnight black Suzuki FXR150 "Cybernetic Sports Cruiser" Powered by 4-stroke 147 cc engine, 4 valve, DOHC. Produced in Malaysia by Lion Suzuki Motor Sdn Bhd with 75% local content, it is sold for RM9000. It replaced the slightly larger in size 2-stroke Suzuki RG150/RGV150. It features a full digital dash which displayed fuel, RPM , speed and gear. Top speed is around 150 - 200 km/h. The frame is made of box cut steel and had a banana shaped rear swing arm, it has a single mono shock on the rear with a single disk brake. The front suspension is a traditional telescopic fork also with a single disk brake. The wheels are 5 spoke Enkei mag type wheels. The engine has a six-speed close ratio gearbox with a kick start and electric start. The engine features a small oil cooler to aid cooling, ( the Suzuki advanced cooling system). It also features TWIRL system at the combustion chamber.


Short version? The bike handled like it was an extension of himself. There was no corner than couldn't be handled, no turn couldn't be made. Several drivers of oncoming cars might have lost some of the bodily functions though. The bike was parked with several others, Bradyn handed a kid that was sitting nearby minding his own?two?crisp Benjamins. "Yo rider, anyone even look at your bike wrong, they be getting their asses KICKED!! We gots your back playah!!! " A nod of the head, as Bradyn extended his arm to his partner.

The storm had let up while both were getting changed, the air was still charged with electricity, just now of a different sort. The lingering of anticipation. The route taken was an interesting one, not the usual sticking to shadows, but in full view. Bradyn? Not showing one ounce of concern in the world, save for that subtle expression of his, telling Arianrhod to just relax.Soon the pair approached ?the line just which just about wrapped around the building, all dressed to impress, with the hopes of noting being the one told that the club is full. Vibrations could be felt coming from the walls. The bright red flashing neon sign extending from the building said it all ...

The Crimson Tryst.

Bradyn walked by them all, like they weren't even there, a short nod of the head given to a select few.?There was a some what short line, that was roped of for those that had stroke, VIP passes, or well known celebrities.?Arianrhod was getting more than her own share of stares, whistles, and comments from those that were waiting in line. Of course there's always one idiot that was too liquored up to begin with, decided to impress his crew by going into graphic detail what he would do to her ... Original as it started out sounding, the man never saw Bradyn's fist strike his square in the bridge of the nose, ensuring he was out before he met the pavement.

-(m)- "Respect."

The results of that action? Bradyn was cheered loudly by those standing in line, even by those that were friends of the loser. Bradyn had already forgotten the brief distraction, he was already flashing the VIP passes, which drew more stares, and murmured assumptions of who they could be.
Inside were creations of every known race, color, and creed ... Some unknown as well. Several women had tried to get Bradyn's attention, but to no avail, as the pair were led to the private elevator which would take them to the VIP section.

The vibes emitting from the club was so thick, one could take a small bite and be full for days. Whatever they wanted, it would be provided. Bemused, Bradyn leaned on the railing which displayed a full view below, where the club was well into full swing. He'd glance over at Arianrhod, observing her getting/absorbing the full effect of what was going on around her. When a high energy trance techno rave house mix started, Bradyn reached out, taking Arianrhod by the hand, leading her not back to the elevator, but to the steps that led down ...

To the dance floor below. Down to where it seemed to be nothing more than a swirling mass of combined humanity. being control by the sounds that were continuously being pumped through the speakers that came from every angle possible. The light show added to the music, various hues beating in pulse with the heavy bass tones. Holding firmly to her hand, the pair made their way through the crowd, swerving here and there, all of them looking like some mad artist's painting, until Bradyn suddenly stopped, letting go of Arianrhod's hand, and ...

Began dancing. Just like that. A man who had been know for nothing more than a killing machine was dancing ... Quite well, as he held his own. Just when it couldn't get any more strange? Would she wake up from this surreal dream? Am genuine smile slowly came across those swarthy features, the limited room allowing him to dance inside her personal space, his mouth saying two words that would have been easily drowned out by the music, but he made certain she knew what he had said ....

-(m)- "Let go."

He danced with a purpose, he danced as if the music, the crowd surrounding them both were feed him. Those dark brown eyes never left hers, never blinked. She had seen that stare only one time before ... It was when they had faced off against one another back at Project Genesis. A challenge.

To the left, then to the right, he flowed around her like liquid mercury, each time touching her without touching her, until he was dancing behind her, letting his hands run down the length of her arms, his fingers intertwined with hers, pulling her closer to him. His hips were moving with the beat, the look never leaving his eyes, nor breaking contact with hers.

His chin resting on her shoulder blade, movements would be ... mirrored, shared. Hands were released, now resting along the hips, words whispered again, this time into her ear ...

-(w)- "Let go."

=This is Hades. I lost them once they hit downtown. Lot of nutty interference around here playing havoc with my scanner. Infra-red's non effective too. Ditto on the bio scans. Too much going down below. Want me to get hands on?=

<That is a big negative, H. Keep it in your pants for now, you'll get the chance to ice the fucker soon enough. Just remember your orders once you two engage.>

=Baine is not to take extensive damage, under ANY circumstances.=

<Good boy. Haven, what's your present location? Report!!>

-I'm one block over V, rooftop view,? playing voyeur to a serious hot tub threesome across the street. Whatever's jamming Hade's signal is doing it's mojo this way too. That new club pumping out some type of energy or something? My cyber implants are all tingly, borderline static in some places.-

<I got the boys back here working overtime to see what's going on. On that trio, anything good?>

=Figured you inquire V, so I'm saving it on a private feed just for you.=

<Good girl. You two hang for another half, then head on back. Venom out.>

(m) "So says the perv that named himself after a Spider Man comic book character." The hulking figure stayed within the shadows as ordered, another run through the various spectral vision implants, before switching back to normal vision, with a grunt. "Bradyn's fucking with us, you know that Nita. Like those two would go out in public this soon. They're not here. " Collecting his gear, Hades proceeded to flip/jump from one roof to the next, such an feat an amazing one despite his size and girth. Homing in on his partner's location, he lands silently, just as she seemingly toss a pair of scanners into thin air, only to be caught by him at the peak of the throw.

Haven had not moved from her perch, a smirk playing along her alabaster skin. "The night wasn't a total waste, at least for me, Hades. That woman has been going at it pretty much non stop ... The men are having a little trouble ... Keeping up." Peering over his partner's should, Hade suppressed a sarcastic laugh. "More like trouble keeping it up. What's the deal with you and Venom? Saving feeds for him now? (m) How is she taking all of that up her ass ... He has to be at least ..."

"... 13 inches. Rigellian male. The other one looks human enough, though his reading are way off the charts. Daemon shift maybe. Venom is who he is, partner. And if I can pacify him by sending him voyeur footage out here in the RLD? Never hurts to have a little leverage. If you paid a little more attention to me then maybe I wouldn't be up here getting all moist watching some hot tub action from a rooftop."

Haven smiled, knowing that comment incensed her partner Hades. She knew full well that those particular desires were completely phased out of his DNA, making him that much more ... Aggressive.

Made him the perfect assassin, for there would be no temptation by the lures of the flesh. Haven on the other hand, had the drive of seven nymphos. Seven EXTREMELY HORNY nymphos, and that was the primary source of her motivation. Killing made her horny, and she was addicted to it. For one it was like being in Heaven. For the other?

It was like a living Hell.

"I hope you find some release soon, for you've set a personal record in being an absolute bitch today." Having seen enough, the feed was secure to continue recording the trio, Haven looked over her shoulder, smiling sweetly at her partner.

"Now, now, don't be talking all hot to me. Flattery will get you everywhere. Let's head on back, big boy. We have enough probes around here, to signal those back at the base if our little lost lambs show their fluffy little heads."

A malicious gleam did flash inside those green eyes, because she had a ... secret agenda of her own. Mirror was the prototype. She was the upgrade. As long as Mirror was out there, she'd never hear the end of it, especially from Venom. But that wasn't the ONLY reason ....

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When she had said what next... this wasn't what she was expecting. Near feline eyes slanted in frustration for what he was asking. She couldn't easily just drop her guard. Not out in public and not after that taste the thunderstorm had left on her tongue, left her wanting more.

Shoulders tensed even as she grimaced against his neck. He was asking for too much, but really not that much at all. He was asking for her to trust him.

Energy spidered out, gripped on and claimed the code of the best (female) dancer amongst the crowd. The understanding of it was shattered into fragments through Mirror before it became her own. Hands were pale against the darkness of his flesh as she tipped her head up, teeth capturing his lower lip before she shoved him away and she moved.

She not only moved but she danced. A slow figure eight move of hips to match the undertone of the rhythm that most dancers could not synch themselves with. Once her hips had found the rhythm the rest of her body followed suit. Hitting on different pulses and matching the music till her body seemed a physical embodiement of the music.

Interpretive dance or so it would seem. Arianrhod exhaled sharply, eyes that would permanently appear feral and exotic in shade would search the room even as they constantly seemed locked on Smoke.

She didn't need to worry. No she wasn't safe but the presence of Smoke and the reassurance of the blade at her lower hip and the twin daggers against her thighs was reassuring enough. She'd make it through it.

Close to him in all invasion of territorial rights, her eyes were marked by that dangerous light that could mean a world of pain or a night of passion. Something she always struggled to keep in check unless it meant bringing pain. The same look that Smoke had seen that day they had near fought to the death.

Nails gripped into the fabric of his shirt, piercing into flesh as her hips snapped hard and ground against his own, lips but a breath away from his.

"How is that for letting go."

A growl near licked at her voice before she was pushing him away, shoving a hand through her hair as she prowled through the crowd and to the bar.

Damn she needed a drink before the phermones and emotions of these drollup dressed up whores had her taking him in public like a cat in heat. She despised this place for how it made her feel.

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When Arianrhod ordered her drink, the bar tender glanced up, smiled, then nodded ... "Two? Coming right up." Bradyn was standing behind her, holding up two fingers, before sliding onto the stool next to hers. Tossing a crisp twenty in front of the woman, he held up his hand when she started to mention the total, giving her a small nod of the head. "Handsome, you and your woman just made my it list. That's not something I give out to just anyone. I don't care how packed this place gets, you need a drink, you got it. I'm Xaina D'aire, your drink mixologist."

An admiring glance given to Arianrhod, as her drink was placed atop of a cocktail napkin, then placed in front of her. "Love the dress.? You gotta be one serious Le Femm Fatale to wear it in here." On a scale of one to ten, Xaina was a solid eight, which was how she earned her fair share of tips on any given night. The ridges that went across the bridge of her nose offered subtle hints that her origins were not of this planet, not that was a deterrent for those interested in getting to know her ... Better, a little fact that Bradyn seemed to be unaware of, when it came to those of the opposite gender.Oh, he noticed them, but one wouldn't know because of that neutral trademark expression he normal had on his face. Xaina would smile at the couple before moving on the serve whomever was next.

Propping his elbows on top of the bar, he looked at Arianrhod, just watching her. No reason, no agenda, only observing quietly. He knew of the inner battle ... Wars that were waging inside her, as well how she dealt with it in her own unique way. The drink ordered was slowly sipped, then looked down at, and she was looked at again, then back to the drink, as if question .... What is this??? The drink was place down, his hand moving to rest a top of her free one. Then came one of those rare times .....

"You feeling alright Arian? Quit fighting it, and let go. The Corporation doesn't control us anymore. You're still fighting that conditioning, being their perfect little assassin. Look at all of them out there." Stopping long enough to turn her stool, so that she could witness the horde of bodies dancing, grinding, letting go. Most of them just live their happy little lives with jobs that they bitch about constantly until weeks end. Then they all mass up here and lose themselves if only for the night ... On the dance floor. Or up there. Or down there." Turning her back to face him, his hands firmly placed upon her hips, eyes locked onto hers, as the light show continued to bathe them in variant hues overhead.

"What are you ... Afraid of? Constantly wary with living on the edge? Of losing yourself? Embrace it." Then he did it again ... Moving into her personal space, closer and closer still. His grip on her tightened, until their lips touched, then again, and once more, each time more pressure was applied, the tip of his tongue licking the bottom of her lip, before sucking on it lightly, while pulling her from the stool, away from the bar, and back onto the dance floor. Bradyn began dancing once again, pulling Arianrhod to him, their bodies pressed against one another ... -(m)- "Don't just dress the part, Arian."

Bradyn knew the risk he was taking in asking for such a thing, which was why the gambit was being played. She was the proverbial coin with the two sides. Arianrhod Baine, known as Mirror, and those she became. Heads or tails. Too have so many key elements etched into her genetic code, losing parts of her true self, while becoming a continual evolving force of nature. Easier said than done, being a template of such a high degree. His own talents though similar, but not to such a degree, yet stronger in other areas. It wasn't about falling, embracing those urges, but going so deep to the point of no return, that one wouldn't want to.

Pulling her onto his thigh, high still, until he could feel her breath against his face, the heat radiating from her body ... "I'm here." He did not whisper it, nor mutter it. Though his words were nearly drowned out by the roar of the crowd and music, he said it loud enough for her to hear them. Clearly. To accent that point, Bradyn ...

Completely lowering his guard .... "Playing with fire gets one burned. Singe me, if you .... Dare."

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Freedom was not something that Mirror was used to. If she lost control she lost it all. The ugliness would return. The hatred and the fear. The girl forgotten. Left in the shadows. She used to be a part of this crowd. That much she remembered. One watching from the sidelines. A wallflower.

Terrified yes. Terrified of what she would become if she let go. Terrified of who she might end up being or reverting back to if she let go.

It was one thing to trust Smoke for she did. The near death of them both for the bloodletting had proven that. Both had a clean slate so to speak when it came to the past but for Mirror it was more of a price to pay. The fact that she could open up and not have control over herself could mean absorbing everyone's genetic code in the room.

A shuddering breath was taken as she was taken back on the dance floor. He was asking so much from her and yet so little. Those eyes that were permanently marked to resemble the eyes of a lioness looked at him before tearing across the room. Happiness, Love, Joy... forgetting everything they had to return to come the next morning. That's what she saw. She envied them as much as she despised them for it. Lucky bastards.

The kisses left her trembling. A spark that would have been assumed to be a shock from perhaps too much time on a carpet was the afterflow of the lightning she had tasted. At least it was only a taste... not the full fitted mating of energy and genetic coding as it had been when Venom decided to see what would happen with one of the lions from the Project's zoo was to spend a good 48 hours with Arianrhod. Needless to say they hadn't killed each other... but the lioness and Mirror had shared a kinship of spirit and energy that was not expected.

It still enraged her that they had killed the lioness... Mirror had only been 16 at the time.

Tongue tasting her lips had brought her back into reality and current time. A low sound rumbled in her throat even as the comments of the mixologist from earlier rang like bells in her head. Heat licked a path across her skin as she danced closer to Bradyn, his offering was taken then. Doing as he desired.

Mouth claimed his in a burning heat, if lightning could be swallowed, the energy of it would be the taste of her tongue. She devoured and fed upon his mouth as if her life depended on it. He had given himself to her and she took advantage of it.

The burn would be a different burn then expected. She moved them so they were dancing through the crowd and of all things to an almost darkened corner of the room and the wall.

Let go he had said...

Fingers ran down his body, pulling him close to her as her body thrust against his own in the primal statement of what she wanted. It was daring for even her to push him to this level where they both lost connection with what was going on around them. Fingers danced against his groin, nails moving like claws and tempting strokes to awaken him into hardness.

A slow curl of lips, leaning back against the table. A series of motions that left him with his zipper undone, the hardness of him free and then impaling the willing, wet depths of her body. A groan of pleasure escaped her as her hips thrust towards his, eyes locking on his own.

So much that she had wanted... what cost would it be that she would have to pay for this... just this...

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She was filled to capacity, any more and she would burst. In and out. In and out. A virtual orgy ... Male, female, and all life forms in between. The vibrations within felt more like a continual orgasm that would not be denied, nor ignored. It was an exquisite feeling, a rare euphoria of such intensity, that every movement had to be savored ... Remembered. If those sugar walls could indeed speak, they'd be ... Gushing.

Meet the Crimson Tryst, the latest venue to venture into the entertainment sector of the Red Light District. Her partner Jyoti Eolande watched the proceedings form the comfort of her private VIP suite, which was right over the DJ booth. Those close to Jyoti would often hear her refer to the club as a she, not an it. "Do you think a male can present something so enticing? Crimson is ever insatiable, and knows how to take care of those that enter her. I am in no way trying to ridicule our male populace by any means, but even the lore from Old Terra origins called our planet .... Mother Earth, the various weather climates were often called Mother Nature."
When asked about Father Time, she would smile sweetly ... "I think of an old man with a long white beard."

Like the fiery phoenix rising from its ashes, a weekend long party kicked off the grand opening of the Crimson Tryst. This new club?was ready to unleash a more in your face type of cutting edge entertainment the Red Light District is known for. Though there were still unanswered questions surrounding? the sudden closing of ultra popular club, The Crimson Scarf, the Mayor of RDL Gayle McKlure hopes that the Scarf will one day reopen its doors. But until then, picking up the "slack" is the Crimson Tryst, and its owner?Jyoti Eolande has no problems accepting the fact that word around town is that her club is a like spin off of the Scarf.

"We are an extension of what the Crimson Scarf was best known for. I'm not here to replace it, but to only continue upon what?Taboo had already established. I consider her my mentor, for she gave me my first job at the Crimson Scarf as a dancer. I learned much through her,?especially how the entertainment business is ran. The Red?Light District has always been known for?its cutting edge of entertainment, and Crimson Tryst will look to continue that tradition. Like Taboo once told me ... Always give them enough of a taste that leaves them coming back for more." Some remember Jyoti as the cage dancer Voodoo Chylde, named by Taboo herself. If she demonstrates the same energy she put into her performances, as she does with managing the Crimson Tryst, then Taboo's legacy is in capable hands indeed.

Like her mentor, Jyoti would never play the role as a wall flower, choosing instead to mingle with the ones that will keep doors open for a long time to come.

[Jyoti, we have a couple of rabbits over in section four. Want us to hose them off?]

Crystal blue eyes flickered over to the monitor that displayed the rabbits in action ... A term used to describe those that would participate in sexual acts in restricted areas of the club. "No harm no foul. Both of them seem to be ... Enjoying the moment. Let em be, and kill the feed to that camera. I don't want you becoming some type of security voyeur." The feed was killed as instructed, but a less than subtle naughty smile slowly found its way onto the face of Jyoti, her private feed was reestablished ... She was a voyeur at heart, and it never hurt to watch.

The pair had found a secluded/darkened corner of the room and the wall, as their bodies thrusting against one enough in a wanton display that Jyoti had not seen the likes before ... These two wanted the other in the worse way.
The feverish kissing led to a leaning back against the table. A series of motions left his zipper undone, as the woman's hips thrust towards his ...

With a little reluctance, Jyoti respected the pair's ... Privacy, canceling her own feed as well, recalling some advice Taboo had once told her ... Dere are times to watch, there are times t' be respectin' the deed bein' done an' not actin' like dis be some pay per view. (m) "But those two would be worth the price." Fanning herself lightly, Jyoti decide the best course of action was to do some mingling with the crowd below, before the temptation to watch became too strong.

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-Taken from Live Play.-

The storm had returned with a vengeance, someone was going to get struck by lightning before it was all said and done. Not wishful thinking, it was nature taking its rightful course. Usually the storms would hold his attention, but this time around, there was something else ... someONE else to occupy his thoughts.

A dare of sorts was made. A challenge. Both were met. The line was not only crossed, it was river danced upon. The suite that Brehnic had loaned to them was lit by candles, not in fear of losing power, he rather liked the looked it display throughout the rooms. He wasn't certain Arianrhod was actually trying to sleep, or just needed time to sort out what happened. Did he have any regrets? Not a single one. But he also knew when to give space when needed. Leaning inside the frame of the door, he watched her quietly.

.... Just watching.

She was hardly sleeping, the lightning was singing through her like a beckon that she was charged by. Those piercing eyes of golden shade were watching through the dark razors of her lashes.

"It is rather uneasing when you do that."

Her voice was grumbling, crackling with a charge that sparked on her tongue like harnessing the storm within her very spirit. Pushing herself up to a sitting position a hand shoved through her hair, feral eyes slanting to make her appear all the more animalistic and dangerous.? The den of a lioness so it would seem and it was her territory. Lips were licked as stiffened muscles were rolled back to convince to fall into relax mode.

"Do ... What?"

Still maintaining his lean inside the door, for a fem moments more before making his to the bed, sitting on the edge of it.

"Watching you?"

Mild shrug of the shoulders, with a hint of a smile. "Force of habit I guess. Perks of the training. Is this the part where we're supposed to talk about it?"? Pausing as the room was bathed in a hue of light blue ... "... Two, three , four ..." And there sounded off the thunder, causing some of the windows to vibrate. "Tell me you didn't have fun ... Letting go. " Twisting his body slightly where he could keep and maintain eye contact with her.

"I enjoyed myself. Yes. But such letting go could have made us vulnerable to an attack." Back to business as usual as a brow raised, looking at him thoughtfully. A roll back of shoulders and she eased out of bed and stretched, pulling on a shirt hanging on a nearby chair as she looked out the window with a sigh. "It's dangerous for me to let go... I can't always control the balance."

"Too many targets for even them to try something in such a crowded area, Arianrhod. I would risk it again." A slight tilt of his head, as he well .... Watched her again. "Much as I can't stand Venom, I do understand his ... Obsession with you. You're that prime example of that *edge* we all live on. That balance you try to maintain. It shows itself in everything you do. The way you walk, talk, sleep, eat, fight and well ..."

He'd display a rare sincere smile just then. "I bet of all that were responsible for your .... Gift. Venom's at the top of the list of placing those loose restraints inside you. Makes you more unpredictable. Even to him."