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Queen's Blade: Tomoe's Quest (iridium248 x galainas)	"Don't...Stop...Ah " Tomoe's moans of protest were rapidly fading as her resistance crumbled, a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin as she writhed in the creature's grasp, her head sagging forward at the constant suction at her achingly sensitive nipple...Now teased to full hardness by the monster's attentions! A hot pulse rippled up from between her clenched thighs, as white clouds of breath puffed from the lovely miko's full lips...She was gettingexcited, and quickly, as the treant's touch slithered all over her lissome form !"Don't! Stop!" Her voice rose in an urgent wail as tendrils curled around her long, smooth legs, pulling them apart! "Nnnnnn!" Tomoe breathed, her chest rising and falling in slow oscillations No longer able to fight, feeling faint at theslurpingof the leaf like mouth at her breasts, which'd so easily captured one supple orb! She felt a trickle of heat spill from her, and her face colored all the more Was...was it miking her? She couldn't help but moan, in maternal bliss, as thick, creamy sap filled the air with it's fragrance, hanging limp in it's grasp, managing only the ocassional spastic twitch... The forest was reacting with them, churning all around Then tensioncoursedthrough her, a little shriek teased from her throat as the thing hoisted her into the air, positioning her, as something bulbous Somethingthick, and very, very hard nuzzled up against her slick lower lips ! It was...It couldn't be..."P please," Tomoe whimpered, her voice husky, strangely mesmerized by the sight of the woody phallus Raven black tresses spilled down her sleek back, the tails of her headband hanging limply! "I'm not...I haven't...It'll be my first time..." But even as she spoke, her hips moved, swaying towards the creature of their own accord...As her head was tipped back to glance into the starry sky! "Oh,Kami," The miko gasped, thickly, taut horror and a strange fascination warring on her lovely face After all, if she didn't do something, that massive tool would soon be in her...And she couldn't help but wonder, morbidly, how it would feel..."Y you...You're going to make me yours, aren't you?" she breathed, the heady words sending another quivering thrill through her...Her sapphire eyes hazing, almost glazed in the heat!
Queen's Blade: Tomoe's Quest (iridium248 x galainas)	The tree creature groaned lustfully, with a high pitch noise that quivered its whole frame, also shaking her body along. The syphons sucked her boobs with abandon, squeezing and recoiling, squeezing and going back again, making her nipples squirt fine gleaming shards of milk in the warm air of the summer night.Bulbous gelatine emerged from the whitey stuff. The new micro arms rubbed her skin lasciviously, touching those distinct spots of her body that triggered the most her inner instincts: Her lips were soon overwhelmed by them, as were her underpits and feet. Even her ass was being caressed now, slithering through her crack with firm yet loving touch, just the way Nature has treated its creatures for millennia.The pole had reached its fullest form. It resembled a jousting pole, as it was about twice her height long and thick as her first in its narrower end. It pressed against her pussy lips, parting them easily as it started to twirl in a drilling motion. The creature wanted her virginity, her body and her soul. It would ravage her savagely, lustfully. It wouldn't penetrate her past her human limit, yet it was capable and ready to reach it within seconds..."You're mine. Surrender Completely, Human." A voice crashed into her mind, compelling, demanding.
Queen's Blade: Tomoe's Quest (iridium248 x galainas)	Tomoe's blue eyes twisted shut, her face clenched in an expression of very pleasured anguish, a delightfully wanton expression flickering across her elegant features as her control crumbled Unable to resist the constant friction, those wonderfully skilled tendrils creeping over her, almost unbearably intimate! "Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh " she cooed, her sweet voice sultry. She could hear the hammer of her pulse in her ears, the almost painful arousal of her own body, the lust honey sweet And the bulbous, blunt head of the creature's cock dragging against the weeping flesh of her open and ready sex between her thighs. Flesh caught against flesh, the soft kiss of her opening holding his erection right there, perfectly aimed...Her muscles burned, the moment stretching out even as she trembled and writhed in anticipatory ecstasy !The priestess's eyes went wide with alarm as she felt the long, exquisitely slow pressure of the thrust, the creature's member bowing as it fought to sink into her Every one her nerves tingling as the first half inch entered her, causing her to give vent to a sharp, surprised gasp Softness and hardness sending electric jolts of pleasure through every nerve in her body! It stopped then, for the merest moment, drawing a mournful moan from her lips lips as she shivered in the sudden, stilling lack... Tomoe felt herself stretch, within, parted in a way she'd never experienced before Then a strain, a surge into her, as relief throbbed within her that this was as deep as it could go...She was wrong. With a deep rumble of triumph, the creature pierced her, and this time, something broke, and that huge shaft filled her fully, deeper and deeper, claiming her for the first time! "Ugh, ugh, UGH!!!" Tomoe cried out, bending like a bow, arching her back, back A bolt of sudden, real pain ripping through her...Quickly fading at the sensations that followed! Her juices nearly splashed out from the force of his entrance, coursing down shapely thighs in a hot trickle at the hard thrust! "MMMMMHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHH!!!" The wail, mortifyingly loud, wrenched itself from her burning lungs, as raw pleasure So sudden, so fierce it was nearly pain surged through Tomoe in a sweet rush! Her sex muscles gripped down on the intruder, achingly tight, in a warm, slick grasp of welcome! There was the hot trickle, the tang of something coppery And she realized, dimly, that the creature had claimed her virginity in a single, hard thrust!"N nnnnnoooo...I I musn't...Ican't..." she whimpered, squirming in it's grasp, her words cut short by little pants of pleasure...While her mouth said no, it was clear that Tomoe's body longed to say yes ! The soft, hot join of her legs twitched as it settled into a rhythm, her toes curling just so in their clogs, in her white socks, to hint at the sensations coursing through her!
Queen's Blade: Tomoe's Quest (iridium248 x galainas)	The monster had overgrown tenfold its original size, occupying now a huge radius above the treetops. It no longer creaked and chimed instead it moaned, howled deep in her ears, since the longer she stayed under its wondrous influence, the closer she was to becoming one single being with it. Despite its phenomenal size, it started shivering out of sheer green pleasure. The plant creature had already "cummed" per se, as the whitey stuff had announced minutes ago. Yet it continued, and actually started fucking her hard....The immense pole rammed against her violated body, raping her innermost body, painfully expanding her muscles close to tearing.... It didn't need thrusting back out, as the sole fact such a think chunk of hard bark had entered her was sufficient to make her mind and body explode in ecstasy...The drilling motion of the monster cock didn't stop though it kept drilling inside her vagina, stretching her walls even further, causing intense pain even for the creature all the while intended, as such was the way it received pleasure: once tapped into its viction, it drew all the nerves' electric messages into its own nerveless body. The sap within heated on, coming to the point of boiling. Intense fragrant fumes puffed over her body, as the creature finally came to its fullest sensation yet....A stream of hot semen like sap washed over her. It didn't come from the pole, but from above, her sides, below. She was sprayed with its scent, its single most pure form. The creatured yelled and cried out loud in her mind, sending ripples of pleasure all across the forest, and into her body again...And then, as slowly and relentlessly as it came to overcome her, it let her go. Her wet sticky body was deposited softly on a bed of leaves, still twitching from the supernatural experience. She wouldn't die, though the sap was, actually, regenerative.The god of the forest turned its back to her, reinvigorated, ready to welcome the rising sun in the east. Its silhouette soon disappeared through the bushes.
The Queen of Iron Fist Tournament (iridium248)	...The Queen of Iron Fist?It was amusing, in a sense. When it came to being the world's strongest you either were or you weren't. Period. Women were invited to participate in Heihachi's 'King' tournaments just as men were, and cross gender matches were not uncommon. You were, or you weren't. Gender mattered not, at least not in Heihachi's eyes. To denote women into that second tier role would be a blow against the prestige of the title. He wasn't looking for the world's strongest woman with his tournaments, much as he wasn't the world's strongest man. He was simply looking for the world's strongest, whether it be male or female, whether it be a machine such as the Jack series or a trained, yet still wildly vicious bear.But despite this envelopes had been delivered two months ago to eight women around the world, cherry picked from the most recent 'King' tournament to compete in the first ever 'Queen'. Emilie de Rochefort from France, young, prim and proper, with an elegant style to match. Zafina from Egypt, a light skinned sort of shamaness. Christie Monteiro from Brazil, a brilliantly skilled capoiera fighter. The Williams sisters, Anna and Nina, bombshells with only the other rivaling their assassin abilities. Julia Chang, a naturalist from America with Native American ties. Ling Xiayou from China, beautiful and swift, honed beyond her years. And finally Asuka Kazama, his own granddaughter, rounding out the most elite women the world had to offer.But to what end? ...They would find out soon enough. They would find out in time. The offer to whomever could claim victory in his 'King' tournaments was always grand, perhaps near mad, and assumption alone would be that the 'Queen' title would grant something equally prestigious. The invites had been delivered two months ago now, and it was finally time to see who would show.The Queen of Iron Fist November 11th Bring only what you need to fight. All else will be provided. Heihachi Mishima It was to be held on the same tropical island that all other tournaments were, secluded and full under his control, isolated from the world by fields of sea. There was no government out here, no country that had power to step in. Heihachi here was law, until a day when one could unseat him by force.It was finally time. It was finally the day, and Heihachi chose to spend it in deep meditation, dressed in a ceremonial robe in his dojo at the very center of the island. All afternoon helicopters had been arriving with the participants, one at a time lest any decide to start hings early. To further this precaution private quarters had been built for the women along a beach with a full mile distance between each guest house. They were designed identically, and in the style Heihachi himself preferred, traditional Japanese style homes, straw mats and sliding walls, with numerous closets full of personally chosen clothing based on what he knew of each of the women. Each guest house was extravagant in design with no expense spared, rivaling hotels that might cost thousands for a single night's stay, though they intentionally paled in comparison to the grandeur of Heihachi's dojo.Each home had a simple, hand written note set on the table in the dining quarters, instructing its reader to pick from the vast, varied swimwear provided in their wardrobe and to report to the beach by dawn, to a circle of torches. One girl however had a second note left for her, a note set on a package, the box long and flat. His granddaughter, Asuka Kazama. Inside was a beautiful red lace teddy, the fabric a soft silk and completely sheer, tight around the chest and abdomen and billowing outward to a short skirt that only came a third of the way down one's thighs. The top stretched up around the neck with a small heart clasp in the back, shimmering with diamonds, a matching clasp placed between the top curves of the woman's backside. The note with the package stated she was to wear this, and only this, a potentially embarassing request as nothing for her lower half had been included, and she was to await her grandfather's arrival on the beach behind her new home.
The Queen of Iron Fist Tournament (iridium248)	Bishamon Island, the personal, private retreat of Heihachi Mishima, was the closest thing to an earthly paradise A beautiful gem of an island, with the golden sweep of a natural beach and the emerald waves of the forest...A eclipsed by his personal mansion looming tall and stately above it all, like a victorious fist thrust towards the heavens... It was, to put it simply, impressive.On this day of days, the low drone of helicopters sliced through the serene tranquility of the island The anoymous wasps darting through the clear, cloudless skies, each with a very specific destination...And a very specific cargo...***************Two left jabs short and fast, and then high right round snap kick.Swing the body low to avoid the first two and slam forearms into the thigh of the kicking legs. Counter with a right back fist and an uppercut with the left.Take the impact on the left forearm, tighten up the body and spin with the force of the punch. Drop down and keep spinning, sweep the right leg out to the calves of the opponent... Or not. With a flare of blue, along with a brief, flailing moment of confusion, Asuka Kazuma yelped as she toppled, squarely on her nicely rounded behind with a lowthud. "O w w w..." she muttered, straightening One gloved hand rubbing at the bruised portion of her anatomy, a longsighrasping in her throat...It wasn't any use. She still couldn'tconcentrate.She'd been thoroughly surprised to receive the invitation, two full months ago Long enough to murmur "Queenof the Iron Fist?" before Xiaoyu was on the phone, wondering whether this was some kind of joke. It'd taken a while, but they'd agreed that the leader of the Mishima Zaibatsu, founder of the Tekken Force, and* one of if not the greatest warrior in the world, probably didn't have much of a sense of humor.The fact that he was supposed to bedeaddidn't seem to have slowed him down at all.Asuka rose to her feet in a single smooth motion, the fluffy whiteness of her towel hooked around one slim, toned arm She ran her fingers through her lustrous brown hair, momentarily lost in thought...Her eyes going again, for the umpteenth time, to theboxshe'd placed on the cool sheets of the bed, the slightestglimpseof gems and crimson winking oh so innocently in the lights...Shestillwasn't quite sure that this All this wasn't some elaborate prank. Those full lips quirked in a smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as Asuka held the oh so scandalouscrimson teddy in one hand, tossing it lightly...Her face coloring, ever so slightly, at the thought of wearing it Before a low, long chuckle parted her lips! "Well now," Asuka murmured, almost to herself Stealing a quick glance at the slow pendulum of the clock. It'd been some kind of mistake Probably meant for one of the other contestants but that didn't mean she couldn't...play along, for now, at least...It wasjustttttthe slightest bit embarrassing, but she'd nursed an absolutecrushon her grandad when she was just a little girl...He'd been so handsome then, though it'd absolutely infuriated her dad But then again, most things infuriated him. Why should this beanydifferent? Besides, if this was really Heihachi, it'd be chance for him to see how she'd...grown... And Asuka flushed again, ever so slightly, banishing that decidedlyoddthought with a brisk shake of her head! With a flick of her wrist, she whisked the garment after her The bleating of water on the shower's tiles, and the rush of hot steam punctuating her decision...
The Queen of Iron Fist Tournament (iridium248)	They had all arrived.No attendant came to Heihachi with this news he simply knew. He had counted the whirling buzz of each helicopter as they arrived at the island throughout the day but even before that he knew. Only a fool would pass up such an offer as these women had been given, though they still had yet to be told what that offer even was. Only a fool would turn down the renowned Heihachi Mishima to begin with, even, or perhaps especially if they knew."It is time," he said, opening his eyes. Day had given way to evening, evening way to the beginnings of night when the warrior rose from his meditative crouch. Dressed in his usual attire, half ceremonial and half combative, for one should never dress in a way that restricted their movement ability, Heihachi wore loose, flowing, rich blue pants with a gold and black dragon stretching from one leg to the other. A similar gold and black belt, though this design a tiger stripe, held two swords at his waist, the first a katana for if a blade were ever to be needed and the second a shorter blade, its one and only duty to be used for when its bearer failed to a point where he could no longer honorably live, and needed to take his own life. Thankfully Heihachi didn't fail, his power, his money, his island an existing testament of that. Finally he wore thick wooden sandals on his feet and black armbands covering the length of his forearms. Aside from that the man wore nothing, his entire torso bare, bare and muscled, a wicked scar ever present at the center of his chest.Heihachi dressed like this for all of his tournaments, right up until it was time for him to compete, at which point he changed into a black marital arts gi. But for now it would be this. When he felt it time, only the slightest bit of sunlight still on the horizon, the aging warrior stood from his meditative sit in the middle of the mahogany floor of his dojo at the island's center. One of the room's walls was completely removed, only columns existing every sixteen feet for support, allowing for a wide, picturesque view of part of the beach, and the thick forest from there to here. Heihachi smiled as he looked onward, recalling in a flash which was to be Asuka's. Third from the left. And so forth he went.Traversing the depth of the jungle was a feat neither challenging nor time consuming for the man well into his seventies. Tigers and snakes, bears and packs of wolves, the beasts bowed to him whether ahead of time or by force. They had been included as an extra challenge to the women, as if they were so weak as to succumb to a stalking leopard or a hungry bear then they were not worthy of the gift they had been brought here to receive. Heihachi, for his part, knew every part of the woods like a man knew the crevices of his home, knew which route would be the fastest and which direction would take him to his granddaughter, a girl with no lack of beauty whom he held every bit of confidence would be waiting for him. His pace had been nothing short of a solid dash from the moment of setting foot beyond his dojo, and as he emerged from the treeline to step out onto the beach his chest was rising and falling with only a slight harshness to his breaths. Ha. Seventies indeed!How long had it been since he'd seen her? Too long. Too long in person, anyway. He was well aware of Asuka's beauty, that very much the reason she had been left a personal gift. That very much the reason he visited her at her guest house tonight instead of any of the other stunningly attractive women. Spies were everywhere. Cameras were even more places. He was well aware of many things about each participant invited, his granddaughter's voluptuous, womanly form amongst an elite few thoughts often at the forefront of his mind.And now came the time to again wait. All that he had done so far, there would be a little more still, as he saw Asuka had not yet taken to the beach as her note instructed. Did she decide against such a forward, blunt request? Did she even show up? ...Of course she would have. And of course she would come. When Heihachi reached her home he walked right past it, past it and to the beach where he would wait standing at the very tip of the tide. Arms crossed along his chest, muscled back facing the back of the extravagant home, the eccentric billionaire gazed out at the coming moonlight upon the waves as he waited. Patience was one of many things he could afford not even time would bring about his death, as many often hoped.
The Queen of Iron Fist Tournament (iridium248)	The raw, untamed jungle bordering the island was a sweltering thicket of green, the lush foliage creating an almost tropical heat, the smothering air prickling sweat across Heihachi's scalp The aromatic resins of the evergreen scrub casting a shimmering haze in the air, one that lingered at the very edge of the treeline...In sharp contrast, though, the golden arc of the beach was a breath of fresh, crisp air, tinged with the bite of salt and spray...Far, far beyond, the ruddy orb of the setting sun glowed redly against the sky, slow fingers of cloud twisting to follow its stately descent. It'd been a hot day, and the golden sands were warm underfoot, smoldering with stored heat. Now or never.In an ironic echo, Asuka had spent the intervening time in...contemplation, though that might've been the wrong word to use for the strange,formlessthoughts that'd raced through her mind, bringing a slow, spreading heat to her lovely face, a flutter to her stomach...As if sheknewsomething, or anticipatedsomethingthat she wasn't quite ready to acknowledge, just yet...The lacy softness of the crimson teddy touched her in odd places, as sleek as a second skin, molding oh so perfectly to the lissome curves of Asuka's form, the hem whispering against her bare thighs as she took the first steps out from her luxurious quarters, her arms clasped demurely behind her back...An odd spark of excitement dancing in her eyes, as sand crunched underfoot, toward the figure silhoutted against the evening sun...The distance suddenly seemedvery, very far...Those soft brown eyes widening, ever so slightly, a light gasp to her throat as she laid eyes on Heihachi for the first time inyears. Not for the first time, Asuka felt decidedly...underdressed, all too conscious of the silky lightness of the fabric against her flawless skin. In this she could perhaps be excused It's hard not to feel just the slightest bit uncertain, even vulnerable, when meeting one of the most dangerous men in the world...Heihachi Mishima, in contrast, looked like he might know of uncertainty and vulnerability by reputation, but had never met either face to face.One hundred eighty eight centimeters of muscle and stone. Absolutely still. Absolutely relaxed. From his attitude, thegihe wore might have been body armor. For a long,longmoment Asuka paused, basking in the odd serenity, a breeze ruffling her glossy brown hair Then, her voice clear, strident, just the hint of a smile on her face, she said:"Hello...Grandfather. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
The Queen of Iron Fist Tournament (iridium248)	And there she was.He knew it from the moment she exited her new beach home, though Heihachi had kept his back to it, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes to the crashing waves. You didn't live this long, not with this many enemies, without having to train your ears to pick up every slight detail about every minor thing. Not only was she approaching him on the beach, but the light sound of her feet when she left her house before stepping to the sand signified that she had indeed dressed as requested, or at least similarly light. Good. This caused the older man to smile. Letting a length of time pass before he acknowledged his granddaughter, he replied with a strong, "Good!" followed by, "you came."Turning, Heihachi's body often resembled that of the animal he often wore on his attire. A tiger in every sense, he was beyond strong, beyond intimidating, yet not clumsily so, retaining a grace about his movements that seemed to ignore his age, as if he could strike with the utmost ferocity at any given moment. The steps that separated them in the sand were few, and from the moment he turned to the moment he was face to face with the young woman, literally inches in front of her, Heihachi's gaze had been only for her eyes. For now. "It has been very long indeed, Granddaughter." A smile. "You do great honor to your lineage by proving strong enough for such a tournament as this. I have hand selected the top eight women in the world, and you would not be among them for blood alone. Though," and at this he had a brief paused, a sneer overtaking the disappeared smile, "Kazama...tch.Do you really think you get your strength from there?" Asuka Mishima would be far more appropriate, he mused. "I had hoped you would rid yourself of such a name long ago."A few more seconds of pause. Breathing in. Breathing out. Heihachi stared his granddaughter in the eyes, his harsh expression gradually fading to find a slight smile once more. The wind beating on the beach was the only sound for a few moments, then."Though you have proven wise enough to accept my gift," the seventy year old said, reaching a strong palm up to caress up Asuka's side. It started first at her thigh, moving up to her hip, dragging the red silky teddy up with it to expose her lower half entirely to the night. Heihachi didn't look however, his eyes set firm on hers. As his hand moved upward the fabric fell back into place, the single hand moving up Asuka's ribs, and to soon cup her left bosom firmly in his right hand. Palming the firm, supple skin through the sheer fabric, this was a part of a woman, he thought with a smile, which would stay that womanly, tender and soft, no matter how strong the rest of her body might be. "You did not have these when I saw you last, Little Asuka...""Orthis," he continued, his smile turning to a firm grin as his hand left her breast to travel downward, down the front of her lingerie. Down across her firm, flat abs. Down to her crotch. Slipping beneath the fluttering fabric, his fingers cupping his granddaughter's bare vaginal lips in his palm. "It wasn't like this, was it? You feel so...readynow."He was going to have sex with her. Consensual or rape, he truly didn't care. Pulling his palm back from her warm, moist folds, Heihachi stood there with a look of arrogance on his face, the epitome of confidence. He was a man wel accustomed to having anything he wanted. Right now he wanted his own flesh and blood."Offer yourself to me, Asuka." A pause. "Remove the last of what you wear and make it clear I may take you as I wish from now on." Clear to herself he needed no such permission. "...Do not be shy about it."
The Queen of Iron Fist Tournament (iridium248)	A soft, taut gasp sawed in Asuka's throat, her brown eyes going very wide as he touched her, his strong hand very warm on her hip! "Oh " she began, at that intimate contact, almost unbearably hot...Her lips moved, but she couldn't seem tothink, to phrase the shock she felt! "W what are you " She murmured, her voice low, disbelieving wondering distantly if this was some kind of joke, some dream... She remembered joking about it, with Xiaoyu "Ah, maybe he's looking for a bride " the Chinese girl had said, in that innocently cheery tone of hers...Asuka had chuckled, just a little " Him? He's too old, after all And then why's he's inviting me?" They laughed about that, together, and she'd thought it made a perfect retort But now..."Wait...Nnnnnn !" Asuka gasped, that lissome form shivering at his touch, an electric thrill jolting up her spine as those strong, masterful fingers cupped the perfect peach of one full breast, kneading the soft, supple flesh...She could feel herself respond, on a deep, primal level, the lovely fighter's lips parting There was a low murmur of protest, of course, but there wasn't any strength in her voice...And her gaze never left his, as she realized, belatedly He's serious!Her own grandfather A man more than three time her age wanted her, as a woman...And to her own surprise, that thought wasn't repulsive or frightening, but...thrilling. The realization was like a shot of brandy warming, spreading a heated glow through her limbs, muscles and skin tingling! Her gaze seemed deeper than ever, as his hand delved between those smooth, sleek legs...grazing against the neatly trimmed thatch of her nether curls...to encounter warmth...And then a wet, creamy heat."Mmmmmm " that low, sensuous sound left Asuka's lips as her knees buckled, just a little, acutely aware of how sensitive her body felt, how her blood seemed to sing in her veins, calling to it's own! The ocean breeze made her shudder, as the silky fabric of her garment rasped against her hot skin... Somewhere, reason wailed a plaintive cry...That this was impossible, that this couldn't be happening, that he was her own grandfather, and she should run Just run, or fight, or wake up...But slowly, with a sensuality she'd never known, her slim but strong fingers slipped the straps of the lacy red teddy down her shoulders...The fabric sighing as it slithered down her sleek curves, then long, toned legs Pooling in a silken puddle at her feet!For a moment, the only sound was Asuka Kazama's breathing, sweet and low, rising into pants A slow, how color spreading in her lovely face, as she stood before him, her arms demurely folded across her chest...Then drawing apart, the fading light limning her silhoutte, glistening off her skin! The sand felt very warm underfoot, as she stood there, for a heartbeat...Then "Yes " she whispered, the words low, lilting...And smoldering with desire. With that same, dreamlike haze in her brown eyes, she prowled towards him with a tempting sway of her hips, her tongue darting over her dry lips " I do want you..." A shimmer of heat seemed to lift off her skin, glistening in a thin sheen of sweat Her hands rose, to caress that lined face, seemingly mesmerized by their sheer proximity...Intoxicated by what they were about to do! "I've waited...so long for you to make me..." And her voice trembled, savoring the heady words, her mind churning "* yours.It was as if that* had sapped all lingering restraint...Her eyes squeezing shut, Asuka's tipped her head back, her face rising to meet his, pressing that supple young body up against his, with a deep, shuddering gasp as their bodies met!
The Queen of Iron Fist Tournament (iridium248)	Did she understand what this meant, what it meant to be 'his'? It was sex. It was lusty, incestuous, constant sex. It was more than that, though. None of the women yet knew the reason behind this tournament, the reason they were all here. They were here to compete, yes, but for what end? Asuka would be his no matter which of the eight won. A young woman still, she would remain on this island regardless of whether she won or lost. She would be a sexual object, always on her grandfather's arm, always on her grandfather's dick. Bearing his children child after child, for years to come.He hadn't been very clear, he knew. When the tournament was over he would explain to her in more detail, explain to her why she could not leave.For now he simply watched her with no shame in his eagerness, enjoying her curves with his eyes, craving her femininity with his loins. Heihachi stood firm as he watched his granddaughter mull over the decision so very briefly before giving in, animal lust in her eyes, a red lace teddy at her feet. Grinning, he allowed her to press herself up against his form before moving to react.The patriarch's strong, powerful arms wrapped around her muscled, yet still gorgeous form, hugging her erect nipples away from the cold and against his chest, urging her needy crotch to his hard, ready own. He looked down to his granddaughter's eyes, her lids closed, and the lips she held pursed but didn't kiss her just yet. Grinning, "You have waited long, have you?... ... ..." Kissing her, he finally leaned in close, exhaling hot, hungry breath against her supple lips, his arms tightening hard around her back as he let his lips linger. The next few moments seemed to meld together for him, each kiss firm, each coming intense, a thick white mustache brushing back and forth against her cheeks."I have waited since your youth, little Asuka, for you to be ready for me in both body and mind."Heihachi's strong, firm hands were not the least bit shy in grabbing her body, muscled arms squeezing tight around her sides, palms sliding in separate directions, one up the right of her back and between her shoulders, the other down between her cheeks to then cup Asuka's left, spreading them slightly as he squeezed. Like this he held her firm, held her strong body against his even stronger, encouraging her form to meld against him as he kissed his own flesh, as he kissed his own blood, as he thought nothing wrong of it in the least. A strong, pleasured grunt came from between Heihachi's lips, against hers, the sound escaping as he tilted his head to kiss Asuka again. They had crossed a point of no return already. He was too aroused, too needy of her, something Asuka had surely felt by now. Should her courage falter, she had already given her grandfather to take her as he pleased.Gripping her firmly to his chest with those large, powerful arms, Heihachi leaned back a moment, lifting her feet off the sand with it. Still kissing, moving his tongue between her younger lips, Heihachi's hands moved about her back as he held her slightly aloft, letting her lean against him. One hand moved from Asuka's shoulders to the very center of her back, holding her close as the other moved down the back of her bare buttocks to the just as bared leg, down her thigh, his strong touch guiding that leg to wrap around his side. Leaning forward, Heihachi dropped to his knees in the sand before laying the woman out on her back for no matter their relation she was still very much a woman, and if she wasn't yet then she was about to be.His other hand moved to grab Asuka's other thigh, guiding that too around his waist. Heihachi's hungry lips abandoned hers to search instead around her neck, along her throat, his breath heady, his eyes greedy, pinning her buxom body down against the beach. With her body guided around his he was perfectly poised now to take her fully, an opportunity he seized with some degree of eagerness. No foreplay. No fooling around. Heihachi grabbed at the front of his ceremonial pants, a rich blue with a gold and black dragon, pulling the gorgeous fabric over the hump of his crotch to reveal the very proud erection she'd have no doubt felt pressing up against her this entire time."You've waited so long, you say," he whispered, hot breath dancing along her skin. The waves on the shore nearby provided an interesting backdrop of scent and sound that Heihachi was far too caught up in the moment to appreciate. Instead he traced his lips across her neck, intoxicated by the mixture of respectable strength and gorgeous femininity. "Tell me more..."His hips thrust forward. Hard. Deep.This wasn't about gentleness, about a tender first time. She was being claimed. Her body was being made his.
The Queen of Iron Fist Tournament (iridium248)	"I have waited since your youth, little Asuka, for you to be ready for me in both body and mind."Those heady words made Asuka gasp, just once, a taut sound in her throat, as those corded arms encircled her lissome form in a forceful embrace A heartbeat before Heihachi's mouth...Her grandfather's mouth...closed her on hers! Her tanned, toned skin prickled, at the brush of his whiskers, full lips parting obediently as his tongue slipped into her mouth, sliding over her own Their tongues duelled, as she leaned into that long, hot kiss, returning it with equal fervor!The stiff, rosy peaks of Asuka's nipples ground against his chest, as proud swell of her bosom pressed up against him It felt like fine sandpaper against the sensitive nubs, the rough friction stimulating them as she writhed, giving herself over to the kiss She could hear, distantly, the hungryslurp, feel the thin trickle of drool, in faux hunger, down her chin Those long, coltish legs rose to wrap around his waist, doing her level best to press every inch of her supple form up against his powerful one! Asuka's pulse thundered in her ears, as the sheertabooof what she was doing Fascinated, rather than appalled, by the sheer physicality of the man...And Heihachi wasverymuch of a man.Her eyes squeezed shut, droplets of sweat glistening like dew in her brown hair, Asuka felt rather than heard his pleased grunt, the sound seeming to reveberate through her in a taut shudder And she couldn't help but moan, at the feel of his cockhead, brushing against her damp petals...Theraspof fabric against her hot skin almost unbearable...Then she slipped to the golden sands, as his mouth moved to the sleek curve of her neck, making her head loll back in bliss "Mmmmmm!" Asuka gasped, her eyes going very wide...Electricity crackled through her nerves, at every touch, every caress across her lissome form, wonderfully, achingly sensitive! Flat on her back, now, a sensual shiver rippled through her form at the prickle of cool air Pinning her with the illusion of complete, submissive helplessness, though her gaze, locking with his, was hot enough to melt a glacier.A powerful shift of Heihachi's frame, an adjustment of the angle just so even as she was raised up to the perfect height the bulbous, blunt head of his cock dragging against the weeping flesh of her open and ready sex between her thighs. Flesh caught against flesh, the soft kiss of her opening holding his erection right there, perfectly aimed. A moment, as he held her poised, without so much as a hint of tremble in those powerful muscles, letting it stretch out even as her muscles trembled and writhed in anticipatory ecstasy And with a smooth, sure thrust as he pressed in, spreading her open on his cock!Her legs locked up and over his waist, the soft, hot junction between her thighs open and defenseless, Asuka's surrendering flesh traced the bumps and contours of her grandfather's phallus as it slid itself into her, inch after agonizing inch, penetrating this wonderful, tight cunt! "Ah! Ah!AAAAHHHHH!!!" a hot cry burst from her lips as her back arched, eyes going wide, her hips slapping against his Hands going to her mouth, breath coming in white clouds as she tried to stifle her screams, quaking visibly at the fullness within her, body going taut at the strain!There was a flicker of pain and a hot, coppery trickle down the inside of her clenched thighs and Asuka flushed, a low "Oh !" teased from her core at the knowledge that he'd claimed her...The respite was only brief, as Heihachi stabbed forward again, sheathing more of his cock inside the lovely fighter, his rutting movements pinning her against the sands as his body loomed powerfully over her. This was only the start!
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Sometimes he wasn't sure anyone could see him there were days where Billy would walk down the street and watch people going on with their lives, he would see them pushing their strollers, or holding hands with their loved ones, or even just window shopping, and they would pass by and he could see them, hear them,smell them but none of them ever seemed to look at him.It was as though their eyes passed right over him, right through him, like they would see the brick wall behind him but never actually seehim like he had somehow slipped through the grates, dissappeared. Like Merlin in the woods, he was doomed to stay in one place, watch the world continue around him but never be given the ability to join them a big, invisible wall that kept them away from him.Or maybe it kepthimfrom them.Maybe that was it. Maybe the big, metaphorical wall kept everyone else safe.After all, he was theVillain.Billy peered at his reflection in a store window and a skinny blonde with big, sorrowful blue eyes stared back at him he wasn't sure why he kept expecting something different, but it somehow didn't seem right. He had sort of thought that once he had been accepted into the Evil League of Evil that things would change, that he might seem somehow eviller.The press certainly thought he was and everyone in the city was frightened of him, feared the very name of Dr. Horrible after his most recent crime spree, even if the one thing they would always remember him for was the defeat of Captain Hammer but it just didn't look right.Billy tried scowling, appraising the result he tried jutting his jaw a bit too, and knitting his brows for a more sinister look, but ultimately he just looked vaguely constipated not a great expression for commanding respect. He decided he should probably just grow a goatee, even though that particular endeavor was likely to take longer than making a new ray gun.Though, he was getting pretty good at making those as far as he was concerned, nearly everything could be turned into a ray gun. They were useful and distinctly evil.Just he hadn't been able to make a ray gun to do his laundry.Yet.So until he worked out the kinks that had the Washing Gun he was working on the name shredding his pants every time he tried to trigger a spin cycle, he would have to stick to the coin laundromat.For the first month, Billy had resisted going back it used to be that he had trouble going inside because he knew Penny would be there with her red hair and her coconut scented shampoo and that funny way she scrunched up her nose when she was folding shirts but now he had trouble going in because he knew she wouldn't be there ever again.There was even a day he had absent mindedly bought a second frozen yogurt to bring with him, only to realize after the fact that he had no one to give it to so he had pretended he was going to use it for an experiment, and when he couldn't figure one out, he just stuck it to the face of a park statue and laughed maniacally, telling himself it was his evil deed for the day.Penny wouldn't have approved though, so he ended up coming back later and cleaning it up.But it turned out being in the Evil League of Evil didn't prevent him from having to do laundry, so he'd decided to just stop going on Wednesdays and Saturdays and instead went on Tuesdays and Sundays. At least if he went on different days, he could act like he was avoiding Penny out of abject social terror rather than having to acknowledge that he was running from a ghost.Turns out that didn't work either, though. Every time he stepped into the laundromat, he found himself peering longingly at the second last machine in the third last row, wishing he would see the sway of red hair, or the gleam of the little gold chain she sometimes wore.But now those little details only existed as memories and Billy felt as though he was the only one remembering them and it seemed so wrong. Penny had done more for the city than Hammer ever had, yet the only mourning was for Captain Hammer and his deflated ego no one remembered Penny because they were so caught up in their biased news reports and their mindless television shows and their and theirignorance. They had forgotten what wasimportant, but he would show them, he would he wouldremind them.Somehow.He was a Villain. A Supervillain. He would figure it out.Billy was yanked out of his laundromat reverie by the feeling of something wet across his neck he looked down and realized that in his absent mindedness, he had managed to squeeze the dollar wash packet of liquid detergent so hard that it had popped and sprayed across his torso and up his throat, leaked out onto his hand and down his wrist, coating his fingers in slippery blue soap that had absorbed into the cuff of his hoodie.He let out a small noise of irritation and swiped his hand down his chest, succeeding only in smearing the detergent."Soapy Supervillain." he murmured under his breath, sidling away from the washing machine in as villainous a way as he could manage it he was trying to work on his sidling, he wasn't very good at it, Moist sidled better than he did, but partly because he kept slipping on his own sweat and he huddled himself down against the windowsil.It was a spot that Billy had taken to, the same place where Penny had told him to keep his head up, words of kindness that had driven him forward and now he sat in that spot twice a week while his laundry was in the machine, sometimes he would scribble in a notebook, but most days he just sat in silence and stared at the far wall, lost in his thoughts.On that particular day, he curled up into the spot and made an invested effort to get the detergent off of his hands with kleenex, and the endeavor was not turning out to be a successful one.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Try as he might, he could get used to Los Angeles again. There was something so incrediblycoldabout the city that tried to separate itself from the rest of the world, from the aloof population that wandered the streets with their ears glued to their cellphones, but he was back, and he was doing his best to acclimate. It had taken him a week after he heard the news to believe that Penny was actually dead.Bad things happened. Bad things had always happened to the Watson family, but never thingsthatbad.He would know he had kept an eye on her since he had left the family With a groan Buck finished unpacking his things into his tiny apartment. Wasn't much different than what he had been living off of in that Illinois college town that he had taken up protecting when it came to living arrangements. He had a loft, a comfortable bed, and after two weeks, a still mostly empty refrigerator.Lots of dirty laundry, though.So he piled up his clothes and headed to the closest laundromat he'd seen, sliding the green basket atop a table as he began shoving his clothes into it.This city was in trouble. Since the fall of Captain Hammer, evil had become trendy, vogue. He heard people titter to each other about supervillains, about who had witnessed what heist when and howcoolit had been, and he shook his head sadly in reminiscence as he poured a bit of detergent into the washer and thumped the lid shut.He was here to clean up this city. And to get vengeance, righteous vengeance against the monster who had killed his sister.Buck shook his head again as if to snap himself out of it.It wasn't the time for grieving. He needed to get used to the city again, adapt to the place. Make some friends, maybe.He looked up just in time to see a slightly insane looking blond struggle to clean his hands with what was that, Kleenex? Oh God, that had to be messy. Casting a glance at the washer to make sure that it was actually going, he approached Billy and retrieved a crumpled blue handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to him."Uh, here," he said, "you look like you're having some problems."His facial structure was remarkably similar to Penny's the same nose, an identical curve to the chin, eyes and hair that were barely a shade darker, except they were notably more masculine and also very much notdead."All out of wet naps, sorry."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP It had been nearly three months since Dr. Horrible had been accepted as a member of the Evil League of Evil and in that period of time he had single handedly become responsible for the government enacting a new law regarding the transport and protection of Wonderflonium, considering the last four shipments of it had been plucked from their courier vans. Sure, once they had tried to trick him by sending out a decoy truck, but he'd got the case anyways he was only surprised it had taken them so long to decide on armored trucks and armed security instead of mini vans and mailmen.Of course, now he had a full stockpile of Wonderflonium and wouldn't need more any time soon, but at least it meant that when he did need more, it would be an actual challenge particularly with the consideration that he could actually get shot doing it next time.There had been a few bank heists, too, done with the nervous but eager assistance of Moist, who he had ultimately ended up selecting as his henchman it couldn't have been anyone else anyways. Moist had a toothbrush at Billy's place when most people never even noticed him Moist had practically reserved the spot.And anyways, he didn't want the League assigning some rookie hack henchman to him some snot nosed kid, fumbling with his beakers and making them all fingerprinty.Of course, Moist did that but he didn't really leave prints, just runny trails.But for the most part, the robberies had gone off without a hitch all he had to do was wave around something metal and people assumed it would kill them the truth was that Dr. Horrible was robbing banks with a wind turbine on his arm. No one had ever tried to stop him they were too scared, but if they had tried, rather than getting shot they would have just sort of been blown back a few feet.Maybe. He hadn't really tested the Wind Ray very thoroughly.Absorbed in his thoughts again and now dealing with a disturbing mess of laundry detergent and torn kleenex on his hands, Billy hadn't even realized he was being approached after all, why would anyone be approaching him?So when the handkerchief was thrust out in front of him, his immediate response was to throw his hands up in front of him to protect his head, a knee jerk reaction that still hadn't gone away from his days of being pummelled into the ground by Captain Hammer.Even worse, the motion had been accompanied by an embarrassing, slightly strangled noise of surprised anxiety and it sounded vaguely like:"Gnargh!"And when the rain of fists didn't come, he cracked open an eye and peered over his soapy hands a pair of kind, green eyes looked back at him, and Billy felt his stomach flip suddenly and violently as the apprehension of being hit was replaced by something much more frightening social anxiety.Even worse than the beautiful green things staring at him, and the dark lashes that surrounded them was the shock of dark red hair, and it was so painfully, heartbreakingly familiar that Billy found himself slowly raising his head above his fingers.Years of education, endless hours of memorization and obsession, and a lifetime of knowledge all became useless as Billy found himself suddenly utterly incapable of articulating anything rather than speaking or even reaching out to accept the proferred handkerchief, all Billy was able to do was let out one small, miserable squeak.Penny.If it weren't for the distinct difference of gender, the man in front of him looked exactly like Penny.Right then, Billy could only sit there gaping at the other man, expression frozen into one of abject terror as his mind tried to sort through the details.Penny,Dr. Horrible told him,is dead. This is a coincidence.Of course, that was the reasonable explanation but Billy couldn't help feeling that he was the only man who could hear the heartbeat under the floorboards.You look like an idiot. Do something.After a painfully long and awkward silence and Billy finally managed to move again but he was running on automatic, reaching out for the handkerchief and gingerly removing it from Buck's hand as though fearing it would burst into flames."Uh," he said.Your mastery of the english language is truly astonishing. Jackass."Thanks." he mumbled out, suddenly avoiding Buck's eyes like a kicked dog might do.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Buck suddenly wasn't sure whether he was charmed or frightened by this guy. He was handsome, sure something about his face was justtragic,though, and he lifted an eyebrow of his own as Billy took the handkerchief from him.That's what Penny had stayed to fix, wasn't it? She didn't have any powers, wasn't interested in pursuing a life of righteous crime fighting or gallant battles. She wanted to work and create petitions and find new, cheap soup recipes for the kitchen down the corner. It was certainly something he respected and something that he understood, in part.He felt bad for this world, too. Lucky, as the Magnetic Marvel, he was able to do a little more about it than hand a sandwich to a homeless person.You shouldn't downplay what she did,he had thought a few times before.She worked hard, and she didn't have the .. talents that you do. Just because you lost touch with her.. it's not her fault you weren't there for you when she needed you.Of course, just because he had super powers didn't mean he had mastered them.Sure, he was able to make cars move, if he concentrated very hard. Had lifted a bus once and flung it through the side of a building once when he'd been particularly angry about a demotion at work , but he had never been a Superhero just a normal Hero, watching out for his town.It was going to change here, though, if he could help it. With Hammer gone, LA needed someone new. Someone better someone who didn't parade around in his Hero clothes.Buck had been reading up. There had been one case of his ability manifesting into full blown psychokinesis, with the potential for more, but the Hero in question had been levitating himself over a particularly deep canyon when he had sneezed and lost his concentration, and even the ability to move things with his mind hadn't really mattered when he'd fallen a thousand feet and gotten a little over acquainted with the ground. Los Angeles was bad news, though. The E.L.E. was centralized here for one it was no wonder that most heroes were afraid to show their masked faces.And then you had poor guys like this one, who jumped and started at the slightest surprise, and the look on Buck's face was most certainly pity as Billy took the kerchief, then stammered and looked away."Um," he said with a slight, crooked smile, "I'm not going to rob you or anything. You don't have to get freaked out." His voice was as soothing as he could possibly make it, but unlike Penny, he wasn't well versed in this comforting others thing.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Billy had never been good with people and the exchange in the laundromat was just one example of it his life had been dotted with moments painfully similar, as nearly every attempt at social contact through the years had inevitably led to him twitching and stuttering. When he thought back to his childhood which he tried not to he would often find himself sneering at the cliche of it he had been the latchkey kid, the one who had experienced loss far too early in his life to know how to cope with it.From time to time, other children would attempt to make some form of contact with him, but their curiosity had always come in the form of cruelty comments about his home life, remarks about his too skinny frame, and occasionally a rock or two.He didn't like other kids very much.But sometimes the science teacher, Mr. Warsi a man from East India who sometimes wore a red labcoat in class as a prop took pity on him and would let him take sanctuary in the laboratory. Those sparing moments of kindness had been enough to instill a love of science in a very, very lonely boy, and he had stayed in contact with him through his early years of high school until the day Mr. Warsi had become a casualty of racial violence. The funeral had been small, but the empty space in Billy's heart had grown exponentially that day.High school had been pretty standard fare jocks stuffed him into lockers, cheerleaders sneered at him, and the in crowd disregarded him. He had breezed through as many math and science credits as the school would allow him to gather, but gym class had been sheer torture though, having been the kid who got picked on in grade school, he had learned to run very, very fast and had thus excelled at track and field.His first friend had been Moist, who he had met in his college years around the time he had first had the notion to join the E.L.E.Boy grows up alone, boy gets picked on, boy learns to despise human race, boy wants to join league of supervillains and rule the world. He could do it, too he had the intellect, the ideas, the drive, and his knowledge of physics and biochemistry and mechanics was phenomenal so why was it so difficult to talk to another person?Dr. Horrible didn't have trouble with it he could talk in front of entire crowds, he couldgloat, he had self confidence.Worth.But Billy couldn't even make eye contact, especially not when he knew the eyes were big and green and god, there he went again."Freaked out? Pfft." Billy repeated in a half hearted scoff, shrugging his mouth for emphasis he chanced looking up, but with his chin tilted down he ended up peering through his eyelashes. It didn't last long the moment he glimpsed the red hair, he had to look away again because all he could see was Penny,"I'm not freaked out." he said, and it was followed up by a sudden and violent facial twitch that did nothing to support his claim. After a moment, he held up the mass of kleenex and the torn detergent package and added dejectedly:"Just my soap exploded."Good job. Really. Fantastic. That Ph.D. is going a long way.In an attempt to distract himself from his own thoughts, he began scrubbing aggressively at fine boned but remarkably burnt, scarred, and calloused hands welding and wonderflonium did a number on skin while still avoiding looking at Buck.For a long moment he was silent, and then his eyes flicked up a few more times, risking glances,"You're new here, aren't you?" he asked suddenly, not really even knowing why he was asking it, "In the city, I mean. Not the laundromat."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Buck had never really had a problem with others growing up. Sure, his red hair had made him stand out a little bit that and the fact that he was living in a distant cousin's attic and working a job after school for grocery money when he was fifteen. He was teased but never bullied, and it was purely luck that he turned out the way that he did.He grew up with friends. Not best friends, but good friends he never lacked for things to do on Saturday nights, and he learned to love people, wanted to watch out for them. Maybe it was just in his blood.Buck was nineteen and struggling through community college when he first decided that he wanted to be a hero, put on a black mask and stopped a bank robbery, because guns were made of metal and if he concentratedjust so, he was able to keep them from firing long enough to get them in the eyes with pepper spray. But back in the here, now, his eyebrows crooked in almost concern at Billy as he worked at scrubbing the detergent off of his hands.Poor guy. Obviously maladjusted socially, but he seemed to mean well, at least, and without asking, Buck carefully took a seat on the edge of the windowsill, leaning forward and folding his own hands carefully in his lap."Yeah, um. Exploded. I hear it does that, sometimes." He smiled at him, trying not to show any pity he might be feeling in the expression and hoping that Billy would look up in time to actually see it. "And.. you're right. Uh. Buck." He started to offer his hand, then remembered the detergent. "I just moved here about two weeks ago. Still kinda getting used to the city, you know?"And he spoke with the same warmth, the same gentle inflection as his sister. He just happened to have no idea who he was talking to.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Billy quietly decided that once he got back to his apartment, he was going to research whether redheads had some sort of genetic predisposition to being exceedingly kind, because the caring tone was killing him inside. He could count on one hand how many people he had met in his lifetime that had been as benevolent as Buck was.Of course, he wasn't so oblivious that he couldn't recognize the careful, quiet sound of pity.I must look like a lunatic. He probably thinks i'm insane.Of course, then he took a seat next to him Billy had a personal bubble, and it was currently in terrible danger of being popped by the too friendly redhead and then he introduced himself, and Billy's head snapped up so fast that his spine made an unfortunate crunching sound in protest.Finally, Billy was looking at him but it was with a stunned, deer in headlights expression now, like his eyes were too big for his head and were currently making a valiant effort to flee the premises.Buck.His name wasBuck.Penny. Buck.The heartbeat under the floor was getting louder now or maybe that was his own heart he was hearing, pulsing in his ears. His voice came out strained as he struggled to speak coherently, feeling vaguely as though he was going to have a heart attack at any given moment,"It takes a while to get used to, it's a um big city," he said weakly, "It makes it easier if you if you know someone. Do you have any family in the city?"
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP "Nah, I just moved here from the Midwest," Buck answered with a half shrug. "You're, um, really the only person I've met since I moved here." He leaned back, resting lightly against the windowpane and looking across the laundromat, as if making sure that his laundry wasn't going to be stolen by some gnome that desperately needed his gray socks. "I just .. needed a change in my life, you know?"There was no reason to tell him about Penny. That was his life,hisprerogative, no reason to tell some stranger his life story.So instead, he just smiled, lifting his hand and waving it dismissively.This guy is insane."Look, um, I'm Buckley, actually. I know it's kind of a weird name, but my parents have a kind of sick sense of humor." He hadn't been expecting such a .. well,violentreaction, and he lifted one eyebrow before pushing himself to his feet and rubbing the back of his head. "Look, hey, if you're busy, I'm not trying to bother you. You just looked like you could use a handkerchief."He obviously didn't want to leave. There was something charming about Billy's awkwardness, and he hadn't realized until that moment just how much that he had been craving human interaction, especially with someone who seemed at least slightly earnest. Billy seemed skittish, but not like a freak, but Buck wasn't about to force his friendship on anyone.Even with those words, he still.. lingered there, taking another glance across the laundromat as if not sure where else to go and sit.I wonder if he'd be offended if I recommended sedatives.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP He definitely thinks i'm insane.Billy felt his own breath leave his lungs in a sudden whoosh that made him realize he had been holding it in Buck didn't have any family in the city, no mention of anyone past or present, and the knowledge was a welcome relief because he wasn't sure he could take any surprises at that point.Besides, Penny would have mentioned family, wouldn't she? After all, during their conversations in the laundromat, he had tried to get as much information about her as he could sometimes by plying her with frozen yogurt because he had wanted to know, hadneededto know more about her. Some days, though, she had been reluctant to tell, and from time to time she would point out that he never answered any of her questions, never gave her anything to work with, beyond his opinion on the state of society, politics, or anything that wasn't personal."You've built this wall up around you."Penny had said, offering one of her shy smiles as she sat on the windowsil,"The world's not all bad, Billy not everyone is going to hurt you. Let someone in, will you?"He refocused Buck was getting up from his spot on the windowsil, and Billy suddenly felt a well of panic inside of him commentary from some distant, badly neglected part of himself thatcravedhuman contact."Billy." he blurted out suddenly, "I'm Billy. Buddy. Billy Buddy. My parents liked Melville. I'm named after a murderous orphan I might have you trumped."He offered a smile or, something like a smile. It was what a smile would look like if it was being worn by someone who had never actually seen one before it stayed only on the lower half of his face, separate from the rest of his features and never reaching his eyes or showing teeth. It was a smile with seasonal acute depression."The benefit is that when this gets washed again, the stains will clean it." Billy added lamely, gesturing to the handkerchief, but with his eyes lowered again.You probably should have just let him leave.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Buck laughed at that. Alright, so he had a sense of humor and intellect. That was a good thing, he decided, and rare.. but maybe he was still just used to living in the college town, where flocks of girls in mini dresses used to clumsily stumble from the bar across the street from his loft at three in the morning, shrieking giggles behind splayed fingers and clutching their purses as daintily as they could manage. Kids who had every right to party, to enjoy being young.He just wasn't used to seeing intelligence in a face.There was pain in it, too, though, and that piqued Buck's interest more than he liked to admit.What hurt you?he thought briefly, tilting his head just a few degrees to the side before he took a seat on the windowsill again, crossing his legs as he grinned slightly at the quip about the handkerchief."No, it's okay. I try to keep them on hand. Kind of clumsy, I spill things a lot."And then the conversation plateaued, and he felt a little bit awkward, as if he should say something else, elaborate, expand."Los Angeles seems like a nice place. It feels like someone could really make a difference here, you know?"He would, too, he had decided. Not pioneering for the homeless, but not getting statues erected in his likeness, either. "So, Billy Buddy," Buck said, letting the name roll off of his tongue curiously, "have you lived here your whole life?"
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP "Good idea. Handkerchief never know when you'll get a unabomber detergent packet." Billy said, only half focused on the cloth, his hands busily folding the handerchief into a neat little square.He nearly swallowed his tongue at Buck's next words, however blue eyes rolled slowly back up to the other man, peering at him once more, eyebrows lowered in an unreadable expression, but it was something like puzzlement curiosity. Buck had only been in the city for two weeks and he was already expressing an urge to see change enacted if it weren't for Billy's aversion to contact or the overwhelming social anxiety, he might have hugged Buck for his simple ability to observe the world around him, something that seemed to have escaped the rest of the population.Slowly, he nodded his agreement."Been here since I was a kid," Billy ventured, "It's always been the same. Big cities like this are they're resistant to change. People get used to things the way they are, they start to think it's normal, they forget that that thereshouldn't be250,000 homeless people annually, that there shouldn't be kids on the street or people afraid to go out at night. The system is flawed."His mouth twitched it wasn't really a smile, but more like a facial punctuation he realized, of course, that he was coming on strong again as he tended to do, when the right subject came up, so he added:"It could use work."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Buck looked a little distant at Billy's words, and the twist to his lips then was almost bitter as he contemplated the wall. So there were some normal citizens who were aware, who understood how bad it was. No wonder Billy looked so .. skittish, like any sudden movement on his own part might cause him to catapult into the wall in alarm. "Exactly," he agreed, before looking at the blond and giving him what he really hoped looked like an earnest grin.Mostly because itwas."There are people working to change it. It's just a matter of time." And he thought for a moment of mentioning Captain Hammer, since he was the big Hero in this part of the woods, but he didn't want to depress Billy by reminding him how the guy had fallen. He didn't really want to remind himself, either Hammer should have been strong enough to protect his sister, but he wasn't.He fidgeted slightly himself, then, mostly because he wasn't sure what else to ask. He wasn't sure what else he wanted toknow it had been a long time since he had been in a new place and had to start making friends again."So, um."He cast a glance to his side, reaching out to gently pluck the handkerchief from Billy's hands once he had finished folding it into a tight little square."This is a nice laundromat. Could use some arcade games, but, you know. Cute."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Any mention of Captain Hammer in a positive light was generally unwelcome to Billy but this was because he was one of the few who knew thetruthabout the city's so called hero, fallen though he was. He and Hammer had been at odds with eachother for years and he hadn't initially considered it a rivalry since at the beginning of it all, he hadn't been too clear on what he intended to do as Dr. Horrible, he had just known he wanted to enact change, and maybe have someone notice him but after he had seen the way Hammer treated people it was like they were disposable to him. People spoke to Hammer, they looked up to him, acted like he was some sort of god, and he treated them like they were insects he would willingly stamp under his boot, like they were worthless. It had only cemented the idea that the world was unbalanced Hammer had stopped a few crimes, sure, but that was only because he got his ego stroked for it.And when the death ray had gone off, Hammer hadn't even noticed anyone else, his only focus had been on himself, he had run out of the building not knowing that Penny was on the other side of the room dying. Notcaring.Disposable. Penny hadn't meant anything to Hammer, he had admitted it himself he had been with her out of spite, to torment him.I get what you want.There weren't a lot of things Billy really wanted. Dr. Horrible certainly, he wanted it all, he wanted the world, wanted the fame and the fortune and everything that came with it. He wanted power.But Billy Buddy had just wanted Penny.He had sort of hoped that when Dr. Horrible got what he wanted, maybe Penny would want him, maybe she would see him as more than the guy she sometimes had yogurt with."It's the same thing people have been saying for decades," Billy said, toying with the cuff of his sweater, "Idealists saying that the world just needs a little more love and TLC and things will go right people are working to change it, but there aren't enough of them to enact the change, and they can't fight hard enough because they don't know what else they can do. It's it's just not enough yet, you know?"He just wasn't sure whatwouldbe enough though, ideas had been popping up late into night while he busied himself down in the laboratory in the E.L.E headquarters over the last few weeks. He wasn't even sure where the thoughts were coming from, but they crept into his head dark things that he had never considered before. Things that he was finding himself having to bat away uncertainly each time they came up, and every time, he found himself thinking about them for longer periods of time fire. It always involved fire.For a moment, Billy's eyes had gone glazed and distant, but he snapped out of it.He glanced around the laundromat as Buck spoke, blonde brows alternately lofting and dipping cartoonishly as he inspected the place there were a lot of words that he could have used to describe the place, but he wasn't sure 'cute' would have been one of them."It's like laundromats are designed to bore people." Billy said and nodded pointedly to a large, middle aged woman who had fallen asleep slouched in a chair and leaning half on a rumbling clothes dryer.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP It was always nice to find a kindred spirit, someone whoagreed,and Buck felt partially lightened as he followed Billy's gaze around the laundromat, his own mouth quirking into a half grin. "No, it's just.. they're very utilitarian. You come here, but there's nothing interesting about watching your clothes spin around in some soapy water. I bet they'd make a killing if they set up a restaurant or a karaoke bar or something, too."He glanced at Billy then, hoping that his jovial tone indicated that he really was just joking, that he hadn't come to Los Angeles just to set up Joe's Detergent and Grille. Shifting back a little on the window seat, he clunked the heel of his boot idly against the wall.There weren't enough people fighting for the change.There weren't enough peopleawarethat change needed to happen, that they couldn't just sit on their rears and wait for superheroes to come along.. because heroes were great, but they were rare. Someone had to be blessed with powers or special killsandenough ethical fortitude to be able to risk his or her life for his beliefs...Heroes weren't rare, but they weren't common, either. He had seen enough fanboys flop and flounder on the news that Buck was occasionally terrified that he was one of them in a slightly fancier outfit.He drifted into his own half reverie there, quiet for a moment as his eyes glazed over and he stared at nothing, before he snapped his attention back to Billy and was speaking before he realized that his mouth was moving. "So do you want to grab lunch or something after this? No problem if you can't, but I'm hungry, and there's no reason to eat alone."Good job coming on not desperate for friends there, pal, he frowned at himself.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Billy offered another of his weak, painful looking smiles and it faded quickly,"I think we've got enough karaoke bars here anyways." Billy said grimly, his expression distant as though remembering some traumatic event, "Sit through a drunken rendition ofBohemian Rhapsodyand then, trust me, one karaoke bar in the city is too much. Moist kept shoving the microphone in my face he wouldn't leave me alone until I said 'galileo'.""Say it. Say galileo! Say it bitch! Oh geez, sorry doc, I think I had a few too many." "You think?"The E.L.E. hadn't let that one go for a while Undead Bowie had whistled Queen for the following week every time he saw Moist but Bowie was kind of a jerk. And he always stood way too close he smelled like skittles, somehow."It was not magnifico." Billy added morosely, and then cocked his head at Buck's question."Lunch?" he repeated, as though he wasn't sure what the word meant, "Like eating? Together. With you."It was like Billy had just encountered a foreign concept which he sort of had. Sometimes he and Moist ate together, when he remembered to eat occasionally he got too caught up in his work and might remember to microwave some kraft dinner or something late in the evening, when he got back from the E.L.E Lord Stabbington told him he would get scurvy. Moist had thought it was funny and had said 'arr' until Stabbington threatened him with stabbing.He was starting to think he shouldn't bring Moist to the E.L.E. as often.But back to the present, he was sitting there staring dumbly at Buck, when he should have been giving him some sort of response. Billy squinted, as though having trouble with the question,"Yes?" he said finally, unsure of himself.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Karaoke bars weren't something that Buck could earnestly say that he was incredibly familiar with. He'd been dragged there by a friend of a friend once, stumbled through some country ditty that his dad used to blast in the car when he was angry with his mom, and stumbled off the stage. He had done another shot before stumbling out of the bar and taking a walk through the park to clear his head."Well," he said in response to the question, clicking his tongue as he looked around the laundromat again, "you don't have to if you don't want to. I mean, I've got plenty of food options."Buck paused."Okay, well, my crazy German landlady has been trying to get me to go to her apartment for lunch since I moved in, since she wants to hook me up with her nineteen year old niece." He lifted an eyebrow at Billy, leaning forward a little bit. "So, um, you'd kind of be doing me a favor. But I'll treat, if you want." And the smile he gave was a mirror image of Penny's.See, it's not so hard to make friends. Maybe you're coming on a little strong. Just.. smile.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Billy stared at Buck he supposed that if his landlord was trying to set him up, he'd go into hiding too but then, Moist had tried to set him up with various girls from time to time. More recently, he actuallyhadgone into hiding because it turned out that Moist had scheduled him to go out to dinner with the Duchess of Defeet and had neglected to tell him she had come looking for him down in the laboratories, and he had taken to crouching in a closet whimpering.He didn't want to go to dinner with the Duchess. She was scary, had a bizarre penchant for feathers and spiked leather things, and he was pretty sure that no restaurant would serve what she wanted to eat which would undoubtedly be babies and kittens.He hadn't run into her since then, thankfully, but apparently Moist had."I made it up to her, Doc, no worries."Dr. Horrible hadn't asked exactlyhowhe had made it up to her, nor did he ask about the bite marks on Moist's throat or why he seemed to be bleeding from his nipple. There were times where he just didn't want to know.Billy had been about to speak, but then Buck smiled at him and his voice dissappeared, his tongue became clumsy, and all he could do was let out an odd, strangled noise and then stare for a long moment after, covering his mouth like he had just sworn.It wasn't a normal response Billy was painfully aware of this fact. He wasn't even sure why he had done it, he just knew that the smile had made his most basic language skills shut down.He had to try several times after, but he finally got the words out, and they came out stuttered, his expression a little desperate, as though pleading with Buck not to ask why he had responded the way he had."Yes. No. I mean, yes. Lunch. Let's have lunch." he said, and stood up to leave, headed for the door, and then realized that his laundry wasn't done, so he turned and sat back down as casually as he could manage it, adding, "When the when the laundry is done."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Buck wanted to be put off by Billy's reaction. Obviously the guy was crazy he kept floundering around, kept getting flustered bysomething.'Maybe he's just got social anxiety,' he thought, and tried to be annoyed by it instead he was just amused. Sure, he felt a little bad for the guy, but there was something incrediblysweetabout it, so instead of rolling his eyes, Buck just grinned a little bit, looking sympathetically at Billy.This was a good feeling. He was making friends. Or, well, friend, singular, but that was still better than he was doing half an hour ago."You'll have to pick the place," he said with the same kind of breathless smile, like he wanted to laugh good naturedly at Billy but was holding it back. He felt the flutterings of something in his stomach and squished them down.This guy was cute. Nervous, antsy.. and he couldn't afford to fosterthat kindof relationship with anyone, anyway. Besides, there was no way he'd be lucky enough to approach a cute guy with similar sexual preferences on his first foray out. Not that it mattered, he reminded himself."It'll be a little while before my washing is done," Buck mused with a half apologetic smile. "Um. Do you mind if I wait with you?"It had been a while before he'd.. hung out with anyone, and it was admittedly a little bit difficult to think of conversational topics. Most of the time he just went to sports bars with his kind of friends, those acquaintances who called each other up when their girlfriends were busy, and Buck would tag along, even though he knew next to nothing about football or anything else."If not, that's alright. I'm not trying to be ahah. I'm kind of a mess, I know." He cut himself off, then shook his head resolutely. "What kind of food do you like?" There. That was a safe subject.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Brand New Day: A Horrible RP Buck was still giving himthat smileso Billy found himself ducking his head like a kid to try and avoid it, like someone keeping their eyes downcast from a bright light too much like Penny's. The eyes, the hair, the tendency to hang out in laundromats and smile at people what was he even doing, agreeing to going out for lunch?He didn't even know this guy and he could barely look at him maybe he was losing his mind, maybe that was it. He was losing his mind, and this Buck guy was some figment of his imagination, his mind's attempt to to torment him or something. He probably wasn't even in the laundromat. Or maybe he was, and he was just sitting there talking to himself and everyone else was already convinced he was crazy, why would anyone be talking to him, after all? No one ever talked to him.Billy cracked a nervous smile, but with the way the corners of his mouth pointed down rather than up right then, it was more like he was grimacing, or baring his teeth just a little,"You thinkyou'rea mess?" he said, self effacing when confronted by his own rising panic he could feel it welling up inside of him, terrifying and overwhelming, disturbingly familiar to the feeling he'd had every time he had tried to speak to Penny, the sort of paralyzing fear that had him stutter to a stand still and then turn and run. He was going to run any minute now, when fight or flight kicked in for Billy, he always picked flight.Oh god, he was still smiling.Yeah, he was going to fly any second now."At least you didn't make detergent explode who does that?" Billy asked, now twisting the edge of his hoodie between his hands, desperately trying to push down the panic.And then, just as it built to a crescendo, something hit the window behind them and Billy started so hard that he fell noiselessly off the windowsil, springing back up almost immediately with bizarre speed to turn and stare out the window where Moist was currently mushing his hands and face onto the glass, a motion that was resulting in a high pitched squeaking sound as he left droplets on the window.A long, awkward silence fell then as Billy stared at Moist, and Moist froze against the glass, hesitating as his currently deformed eyes flicked from Billy, to Buck, and back again. Slowly, he moved away from the glass, rubbed away the water with the sleeve of his jacket, and waved animatedly."I'm coming in!" Moist mouthed, and Billy just continued to stare at him, leaving Moist hesitating for another moment before he went around and appeared inside the laundromat seconds later, briefly rubbing the palms of his hands against his jeans he glanced at Buck, then at Billy, "Hey do Billy. I knew you'd be here so I thought I'd drop by. Saysupand everything."And then Moist did a sudden double take, looking at Buck for a second time again his eyes flicked to Billy, then back to Buck. Slowly, his face split into a wide, almost psychotically friendly grin,"What's up?" Moist asked."Moist this is Buck. Buck this is Moist. My " Billy said, and then paused for a moment, because 'henchman' just wouldn't cut it, " best friend."This seemed to sit well with Moist, because the smile widened just a little more, threatening to actually reach his ears. For a moment, Billy and Moist looked at eachother, then Billy said, slowly:"You look like a pez dispenser.""Hey that's funny, because Bowie said I look like a muppet when I smile like this," Moist said, and then looked back to Buck, "Not not David Bowie. Another Bowie. Common last name.""It's like 'Smith' here in San Diego. Lots of Bowies and Mercurys." Billy said, completely monotone, eyes slightly glazed from the impact of his own panic while Moist put out a hand to Buck in greeting.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Oh God.Buck stared as Moist's hand slid across the glass, his mouth falling open slightly in confusion at the wet trail that he left behind on the glass. What the heck had... He narrowed his eyebrows a little bit in confusion. Was he was that some kind of disorder? A maybe he had just fallen into a fountain or something.He kept the smile going as Moist walked in regardless. As said before, he needed to make new friends, and just because the guy was a little damp but Moist?This guy's name wasMoist?He shook his head to clear it, thrusting his hand out to Moist to shake. "Buck," he greeted, re introducing himself with what he hoped was a friendly smile. It had been a while since he had to actively make friends, and he was doing his best to make a good first impression. "Billy was attacked by a wild packet of detergent... I had to rescue him."And then suddenly he felt like he was intruding, casting a glance between Moist and Billy almost curiously."Um, yeah. There are a lot of Jones's back home. Szerdehelyi's, too. I don't even know what nationality that is, so it's fine."Before Moist had the opportunity to shake his hand, he dropped it self consciously into his lap, pulling his phone out of his pocket to inspect the time. "Uh, Billy and I are going to go grab some food after this. Do you want to come?"
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Unfortunately, Moist hadn't fallen into a fountain, a pool, or even a puddle it was a result of what Moist had deemed as a poorly calculated medical treatment on his father's part, involving an air humidifier and a rod of plutonium. On occasion, Billy had questioned the biology of it but had ultimately decided that there were just some things that couldn't be fully explained and Moist's hyperactive sweat gland was one of them."Buck." Moist repeated and, still smiling, he turned his head briefly to look at Billy, and though there were no words, Billy knew precisely what his friend was thinking.His name isBuck."Yeah, he gets attacked a lot." Moist said, and Billy's eyebrows did that lofting thing again, so Moist added, "By inanimate objects, I mean. It's like his life is based on the Brave Little Toaster, except it's more like the Sociopathic Little Toaster. Attacking him and all."There was a brief, awkward silence, during which Billy shuffled his way over to the dryer and surreptitiously stuffed his clothes into a linen bag there seemed to be a number of reds amidst the grey, black, and navy hoodies and t shirts."Uh. Yeah, you know, I was going to stop off at that little deli on the corner of Lombard." Moist said, pointing vaguely south ward, "It's about ten minutes from here, we kinda know the lady that runs the place Chewy."From behind Buck, Billy cast a warning look his way and Moist remembered that he was talking to a civilian, not a member of the E.L.E or even the Henchmen's League."It's a nickname." Moist added, "Stupid nickname. She, uh, sometimes when she laughs, she sounds like Chewbacca. And she's kind of hairy. Makes good sandwiches, though."Billy, now with his bag slung over his shoulder, mumbled:"Szerdehelyi is Hungarian."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	It was almost a little fascinating to watch the two of them talk, and it was a relief to know that Billy wasn't socially maladjusted or insane just a little bit nervous, apparently. "Sounds good. I mean, if you don't mind me tagging along. I'm trying not to do that intruding thing," he said, lifting a hand to wave it dismissively in the air before he heard the buzzer on his own dryer, getting up to toss his clothes in his mesh bag.Lots of white t shirts. Blue boxers, a couple pairs of jeans mostly just enough clothes to get him through a few days. He was vaguely unelegant about it He picked up the line of conversation when he returned, the bag hoisted over his shoulder as he grinned a little crookedly at Moist."No, I get it. I know a girl like that. She just seems to attract walls. We used to worry that she was being beat up by someone, but spend more than five minutes around her.." Buck trailed off with a shrug, briefly casting a glance down to study his feet.Well.Where did they go from here? Moist and Billy, obviously two great guys, but it just felt like there was something.. unsaid between them. The looks they kept casting each other."Uh. If you two are dating, that's cool. I mean, not that I think you are, just because you're friends, but I mean, just because I'm from out of state, doesn't mean I'm closed minded, you know."Buck froze for a moment.Oh my God did I really just ask that.And he pressed his hand against his face.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	"Tagging along?" Moist repeated, then offered a big, lopsided grin, "No, hey, three's not actually a crowd, and if it was, I'd kinda be the one, uh, crowding. Anyways, we like a party."Billy's expression didn't indicate much enthusiasm for parties, but that seemed to be the normal state of affairs his features were currently settled into one of mild puzzlement, which was pretty standard whenever he found himself thrown into any situation that even remotely involved social skills.Moist, who knew Billy better than anyone, was aware that his friend boss? was doing that thing he always did around other people he was retreating into that dark little shell of his, the one that Moist had been trying to wrench him out of for a while. Sure, it was good for the whole Evil League of Evil thing, but he was pretty sure it wasn't good for Billy's brain or anything most of the time he could barely get the guy out of the E.L.E, if not the apartment.Hermit.Crazy, wonderful, brilliant hermit.Moist didn't realize that he was looking at Billy with intense fondness until he heard Buck speak, and then he was staring at the redhead instead, eyebrows shooting up."Huh?" Moist said, and Billy was off in his own little world until the implications of it all hit him and then he started out of his reverie and stared owlishly at Buck, eyes blinking like two giant blue lamplights."Uh, no, doc I mean Billy and I, we're just buddies. You know, friends. I mean, really, really, undeniably close friends, but still just friends." Moist said, putting an arm around Billy for emphasis, tugging him close to his side for an instant, "Yep, only romance here isbromance, you know? Am I right?"Moist put out a hand to his employer to receive a bromantic fist pound."Please let go." Billy implored."C'man." Moist said, and Billy's eyes rolled skywards before he reluctantly pounded it, and was thus released from his sweaty prison Moist moved on towards the door, apparently in an effort to leave the subject behind with the laundromat, and Billy cast a brief, sideways look at Buck."He's a little too damp, is all." Billy said mildly.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck grinned slightly as Moist dropped an arm around Billy and needled him into the fist bump. He was definitely feeling a vague sensation of.. well, not really jealousy. Longing, maybe. It was human nature to desire friendship like that, though, and it was what came with being who he was.He loved people, but get too close, and you risk putting them in danger."Buddies," he repeated amiably, shifting the weight of the laundry bag thrown over his shoulder. He was wiry, but seemed strong regardless, and he bounced it slightly on his back. "Good thing to have in a place like LA."He chuckled under his breath as he headed for the door, nodding a little bit at Billy."Um. I'm thinking about.. joining a book club or something. Trying to branch out again." He paused, then contemplated the door with an almost wry smile. "I was thinking about volunteering at a soup kitchen, but it's really not my thing, you know?"It was too passive. He was all for ruling the world with love, but aggressively feeding people was something more up Penny's alley, not his. "I've got, um, an interview for a school around here. I've got a teaching degree. And oh God, I'm just kind of.. rambling off my whole life to you, I'm sorry, Billy." He looked at him, eyes hoisted apologetically as he pushed the door open and nodded at him."Um. How's that deli?"He talked too much. He needed to work on that.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Laundry in tow, Moist led them out into the hot, smog filled Los Angeles air, nearly smothering in it's humidity Moist was dressed appropriately in a t shirt and cargos, but Billy trudged alongside them in his oversized hoodie and baggy jeans, apparently unaffected by the heat."Hey, it's a big place," Moist said, "Pretty diverse, too."He glanced back at them, waiting for a moment so he could fall back in step beside Billy who he noted was currently giving Buck surreptitious looks, little glances from the corner of his eye without actually fully turning his head, clearly not wanting to be noticed doing it.Funny thing was, though, Billy never really did get noticed sometimes even Moist lost track of him despite being especially conscientious of him, it was like he blended into the background like some sort of chameleon, dissappeared from sight.The doctor, though people noticed him."You know, I'm sure Billy here would be willing to give you a tour show you the city, he knows every side street and soup kitchen in L.A. I think he even volunteered at a couple." Moist said, the words slipping from him before he even thought about it to his right, Billy flinched visibly and then blue eyes slowly rolled in his direction, boring into him with an expression that he knew belonged to the Doctor, and not to the very mild mannered Billy.Moist's grin didn't fade though, because as far as he was concerned Billy could use the socialization he was just being mindful of his employer's mental welfare. Billy didn't have much of a chance to respond, though, because Moist was speaking again, rapidly changing the subject,"Here we are," he said, gesturing broadly to Guerrero's Deli it was a small place located down a crooked road. The deli itself was run by two workers, and the outside of the place was decorated with blooming orchids and surrounded by small glass tables and rickety looking bamboo chairs the overall effect was of a charmingly run down little family business, "You guys get a seat, I'll go order, alright?"And Moist offered them one more glistening smile along with a glistening thumbs up before he skipped off into the deli with a shout of:"Chew ay!"And, after a long silence, Billy pulled out a chair and slouched into it, apparently seeking to make himself as small as he possibly could from his vantage point in the chair and with his hoodie bunched up near his chin, he peered up at Buck:"Why did you move here?" he asked suddenly, though not unkindly it was simply curiosity.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck hadn't fully convinced himself yet that he was actually living here again and not just stopping for a visit. Things felt so much different than when he was a kid. It was still huge, yeah, almost overwhelmingly so but it was a different kind of enormous. In his memories of the city, people loomed over him, thronged around him, and he was powerless.He still felt small.. just not insignificant. Not like he used to.Even though he'd been here before, even though he'd spent most of his formative years in this city, he still caught himselfwatchingit as Moist led them to that cafe, and he was too busy studying the buildings, studying the people, his eyes and head up in the clouds that he wouldn't have noticed the sideways looks that Billy was casting him, not in a million years.He was quiet for a long moment after Moist offered Billy's touring services, before he seemed to snap out of whatever distant reverie he had caught himself in and relaxed into a smile. "Yeah, you think so? That'd help me out a lot." And he tossed a quick, almost thoughtless smile at Billy as they stepped closer to the cafe, the expression earnest and happy.Hopeful.Buck's eyes were tired , but his face was hopeful.When he dropped down into the seat across from Billy, he didn't slouch instead, his back was straight as he settled his laundry bag next to his leg, and he cast a glance around, scoping out the area and really taking it in. "Just felt like I needed a change," he said, and the lie was easy enough. Finally, he cut his eyes back to Billy, resting his elbows on the tabletop and leaning forward. "I mean, isn't it everyone's dream to move to the city and make it big before they get old? I mean, that's what I was led to believe in school, at least."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Billy had long ago familiarized himself with every aspect of the city he could observe first hand or, failing that, get an aerial view or blueprint of it had all been part of his decision that if he was going to be the bad guy, then he was going to be a very well prepared one. After all, it wouldn't do to have the dastardly Dr. Horrible caught unawares, especially now that he was regularly making headlines which the E.L.E. enthusiastically approved of.These days, the doctor was practically a celebrity Billy wasn't sure how he felt about it sure, he had wanted to be known, had wanted people to finally listen to him, but it hadn't happened the way he had planned it. It hadn't gone right at all.And the fanclub thing, he didn't even know what to do about that he hadstalkerswhen he was wearing his costume, which was novel considering, well he had sort of been the stalker before, hadn't he? But at least he had been subtle about it, he hadn't leapt out of bushes to try and get a lock of her hair or anything.Billy rubbed vaguely at the side of his head it had grown back in, at least.Ultimately the result of his research on the city had given Billy Buddy and Dr. Horrible a nearly obsessive working knowledge of the alleyways, major buildings, and even the sewer system he knew every short cut and side street in the city, had familiarized himself with the most convenient areas to make a clean getaway when things were tight. He always had an exit strategy and he had practically drilled the importance of a getaway into Moist's brain, because sometimes Moist got a little anxious at the crescendo of a heist and lost his head a little.In fact, very recently Moist had frozen up and Dr. Horrible had been forced to bodily drag his henchman away from the scene an act that had been met with distaste from the E.L.E they had told him it didn't look terriblyevilif he was going around being nice to his lackeys, but it was a rule the Doctor wouldn't bend on. He liked his henchman singular and wanted to keep him around.After all, Moist wasn't just his employee, he was his friend. His best friend.Really, his only friend.He wasimportant.Of course, he couldn't tell the E.L.E that so he had simply shrugged it off and told them it took too much time to train a new accomplice they understood that much. After all, Dr. Horrible couldn't possibly be nice to anyone after all, he had killed a Superhero's sweet, innocent girlfriend in front of a crowd of people, it didn't get much darker than that.No, Dr. Horrible wasn't nice, he was hardly even human. Pure evil, Billy told himself.Or, eventually he would be. He was working on it.Billy had slouched down so far in his seat at that point that only his eyes and slightly mussed blonde hair were showing over the tabletop, his long, skinny legs stuck out beneath the table. He was still avoiding any lingering eye contact with Buck, but ultimately found his eyes being pulled consistently back to him, like he was magnetized.A change. He had come there for a change."There will be lots of that." Billy said unenthusiastically if Buck was used to a smaller city, then Los Angeles was going to make his head spin he sank down just a little further when Buck leaned forward onto his elbows, as though there was some very specific personal space that Billy automatically sought to maintain."There's lots of actors here." he added, "But usually the theatres get broken into the last one had to be condemned due to deterioration."There was a long pause, then he added, as a more specific explanation:"Someone drove a big rig through it."Miss Broadway Dork wasn't terribly original. She was also a bad driver. He wasn't sure she had even meant to ruin the theatre at the time, it might have just been a happy accident on her part.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	If Buck was anything, he was adaptable he had learned as a kid that change happened. A lot. Whether he wanted it to or not. So why not just.. go with it? He had found a place to crash when he'd gotten kicked out of the house. Filed for independence. Learned how to survive for weeks at a time off of cup ramen He had struggled through high school, made it through college with plans to teach high school history.Protect the future by teaching today's young. Show them that history repeated self. Shape the world.So things hadn't gone as planned. Maybe instead of influencing teenagers, he was helping kindergartners fingerpaint and teaching them not to jam crayons up their noses.Had to start somewhere, didn't he? And he wasn't going to complain. At least he had a job."I'll manage," Buck assured Billy, looking a little concerned as the blond sank even further in his seat, and he leaned back a bit, wordlessly holding up his hands palms out, fingers curling slightly in the most non threatening manner he could manage. Billy just looked so damn...pitiful,he thought, and he scooted his chair back just a little bit.He cleared his throat. "Does that happen often?" Buck was doing his best to change the subject. Mission: Make This Guy Relax. Commence Mission.. now. "People driving big rigs through buildings. I mean, should I be afraid for my life?" And he gave him what he hoped was a relaxing smile, but it was a little more nervous than he realized.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Billy seemed to be doing his best impression of an alligator right then, because from where Buck was sitting only the blonde's eyes would be visible over the table though they were distinctly less threatening than any swampland creature's. His eyebrows dropped down, knitting inwards as he considered the question Miss Broadway Dork had long ago decided that her failed acting career was a direct result of some sort of widespread conspiracy within the drama community. Rather than taking some acting lessons, she had gone a step further and decided she would destroy broadway from the inside out but because she couldn't actually getinto any stage show to begin her plan, she had settled for just inconveniencing some theatres once in a while.She tended to go on emotional rampages from time to time Moist had been unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time three weeks ago and had encountered her in the hallways of E.L.E, and by that time she was a raging bundle of self righteous anger, listening to RENT on her ipod and ranting about how she should have got the role of Mimi. Moist had unwisely told her she should maybe try for the role of Angel next time and had narrowly escaped her speeding truck later that day."About once a month." Billy said finally.And, moments later, Moist emerged into the sunlight again, bearing drinks and a broad smile,"Food's on it's way." he said, enthusiastic as he came around to the table he cast a brief glance in Billy's direction, taking in the sight of his buddy slouched all the way down in his seat, melting from view so he set his hand on the back of the chair and, as casually as possible, jostled it hard enough to nearly throw Billy out of it. The result was that Billy jumped from nerves and then slid back up the seat, casting a dark look his way as Moist settled himself down in another of the rickety wicker chairs,"You'll get used to the city." Moist said, "Seems big now, but it can be conquered."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck stood out of reflex when he saw Moist coming with the drinks, ready to help him carry them to the table it was only after a moment that he lowered himself back into his seat. It wasn't like Moist was carrying a heavy load or anything "Conquered?" He questioned, lifting one eyebrow for a moment, shaking his head and tossing an amused look Billy's way when the blond finally sat up right and joined the rest of them. "Strange word for it, but yeah.. that's kind of what I'm counting on."Idly he gave his bag of laundry a little nudge with his foot, steepling his hands on the table in front of him and looking almost pensive for a moment.".. wow. I just realized that this is the first time I've been out of the apartment for something social since I've moved here. Gotta say that it feels pretty good. How long have you guys known each other?"He cast his eyes up, looking between Billy and Moist. Well, if he was going to get to know these guys, might as well go the direct approach. Really, he was wanting the story behind Moist's .. moistness wanted to know why Billy was so .. skittish , but those weren't really questions you asked on the first outing.A pause."Sorry. I'm nosy. And apparently I talk a lot, too."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Moist briefly pulled a face at his own verbal miscalculation,"Yeah, uh.Conquer. Gotta have confidence that you can take on a big city like this one, you know?," Moist said flippantly, then smoothly transitioned to the next topic while avoiding looking at Billy because he justknewthat his Buddy was on his way to dropping his sad little face into his hands out of sheer mortification. As far as Moist was concerned, it was the League's fault they put special emphasis on training Henchmen to use the proper lingo for the occupation."We'll get you outside more often," Moist said, with special emphasis on 'we', considering he was still avoiding Billy's eyes anyways so he may as well make it worthwhile Moist leaned his elbow forward onto the table and propped his chin up on his hand, eyes rolling skyward as he mentally calculated how long he had known Dr. Horrible."Six years." Billy intoned, and Moist finally looked over at him, then motioned a hand in a circular gesture that was accompanied by a broad and knowing smile Billy sighed, then added flatly, " and eleven months, two weeks, and three days.""We're close to an anniversary." Moist said brightly, "I think I should get posies this year what's the gift for seven years, anyways?""Copper." Billy said, and then paused for a moment, frowning, "Or wool?""You could get me a sweater."There was a hesitation, and then both of them glanced at Moist's currently sweat dampened t shirt."Yeah, maybe not." Moist said, and then looked back at Buck with a crooked smile, "It's cool, you know, between the two of us, we could make up for all of the talking Billy doesn't do."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck laughed out loud, watching the exchange between Moist and Billy, and it was hard for a moment not to feel a strong pang of loneliness. This was what he was out here trying to fix, wasn't it? Trying to establish webs of human contact, make himself feel like an actual member of society again? It seemed to be working, at least. Was kind of working.Well, he felt himself smiling, which was about all he could ask for.He glanced at Moist, nodding as he leaned the chair onto its back two legs, balancing it a little precariously as he took a sip from his drink."He'll warm up to me eventually," he said with a vague nod in Billy's direction. "I mean, unless he doesn't." He cut his eyes back to Billy, lifting both of his eyebrows and canting his head a few degrees to the right. "I mean, seriously, if I start getting on your nerves, you'll let me know, won't you?"Buck made an attempt to take another sip from his drink, leaning back a little more his eyes widened just marginally as he overbalanced and toppled backwards with a hard 'thud' on the ground, his own legs tangled in the legs of his chair as he surged to his feet in an effort to regain a little bit of his dignity With a cough, he hastily righted his chair, blushing red as he hastened to sit back down in his seat."So, Moist," he added in a rush, "what kind of sandwiches did you order? Not that I'm picky."He put his empty cup on the table as surreptitiously as he could.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	"He's warmed up already," Moist replied promptly, "The fact he's even spoken is a good indication he's like a little hermit.""I'mstill here." Billy said flatly."You are," Moist agreed, slapping Billy on the back so hard that he nearly slammed his head into the table, "It's a big step for you."Billy shifted in his seat and opened his mouth to respond, but his words caught in his throat when Buck toppled over backwards, sending half a litre of coca cola into his face and up his nose at the same time both Moist and Billy were frozen in their seats, staring at the spot where Buck had been only moments ago.Seconds later, he popped back up and casually re established conversation."Uh, they're, um, house special " Moist began, but he fell silent again when a strange sound came to his ears it was a little like a whimper, and he slowly looked to his right, where Billy was now sitting upright in his chair with his jaw clamped shut, and his bottom lip quivering, "Hey, Billy, um ?"Billy's shoulders hunched, his head ducked down, and he was quaking in the chair just a little."I think you broke him." Moist said, truly astonished as Billy began to giggle helplessly.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck's face and the tips of his ears went red, dark enough almost to match the color of his hair as he leaned forward to grab a napkin from the table. He wiped his face, then coughed a little bit into it. A tendril of his hair clung damply to his cheek, and there was a distinct splash pattern on the front of his shirt."Oh, come on, it's notthat funny," Buck said, before looking down at his mostly empty cup. ".. alright, maybe it is."He cast a sidelong glance down, as if to make sure that his bag of clothes hadn't gotten hit by the spill. Clean, thankfully, but he was going to have to go home and shower again now. His face was already sticky from the syrupy drink."House special sounds great," he deadpanned after a pause, looking up to Moist with a raised eyebrow, before he smirked and fished a piece of ice out of his lap, silently standing up and leaning forward. Well, while Billy's head was ducked, might as well take advantage of it: he slid the piece of ice down the back of the blond boy's shirt.Billy's giggling shouldn't have made his stomach flop like that. Bad Buck. Down, boy.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Moist seemed to be awed by the sight of Billy caught in a fit of quiet giggles it was barely audible, save for the tiny inhalations that came between the lengths of silence."Haven't seen him laugh like this since " Moist began, and thought back to the video blog where Dr. Horrible had been practising his evil laugh it wasn't really a legitimate example, but he couldn't actually think of any other time Billy had really laughed beyond a half hearted 'ha' or derisive snort. Also, he wasn't sure he should mention it. Probably not." a long time." he finished lamely, and his eyebrows shot up when Buck dropped a piece of ice down the back of Billy's hoodie.The blonde jerked upright suddenly with a sharp gasp, which was followed by an odd, strangled noise as he flailed on the spot, jamming one hand up the many layers he wore in an attempt to fish out the bit of ice that was currently taking up residence somewhere in the middle of his back. Moist watched in silence and drank through his straw, up until the point a shadow loomed over their table the owner of said shadow was a broad shouldered woman who stood at around six foot five and possessed more arm hair than most pro wrestlers. And, from the looks of it, more chest hair too."Hey Chewie," Moist said brightly, "This is Buck new guy to the city."Chewie peered down at Buck, and offered him a broad, white smile,"Do not let him fool you," Chewie said, and she was possessed of a thick, Polish accent, "He's more evil than he looks.""Thanks babe," Moist replied, offering a wink, which was promptly returned, along with a fond pat on the head before she set down their sandwiches her hands were roughly the size of Buck's entire head. She looked over at Billy, who was continuing to flail and curse quietly,"Good to see you, Lekarz." she added."R wnie dobrze." Billy replied off handedly, and Chewie's expression briefly registered surprise, but it was quickly followed up by another of her smiles before she pinched Moist's cheek and headed back towards the deli. Billy continued to contort himself for a moment longer before sending a mock dark look at Buck, and chucking the remaining bit of ice at him.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck hardly cast a second glance at Chewie not because he wasn't surprised at her size , but because he didn't want to gawk. She probably got that enough, poor woman. It probably wasn't wise to think about how she could probably wring his neck without any effort at all on her part. How did youbowlwith hands like that?"More evil than you look, huh?" Buck asked of Moist, waiting until Chewie had disappeared before speaking again. He ducked and flailed a little bit in attempt to make sure he wasn't hit by theice. "No offense, but the both of you seem pretty .. nice."He leaned forward to take one of the sandwiches, holding it up and waving it slightly in Moist's direction, as if this were some sort of indicator of just how nice the both of them really were.Buck unwrapped the sandwich, then took a bite, looking privately pleased with Moist's selection of restaurants in the city. He'd make a note to come back to this place it really was pretty divine.Even if he didn't have any coke left to wash it down with."So what do you guys do?I'm subbing for an elementary school on my block until the kindergarten teacher finishes out her retirement stuff... kind of weird teaching kids used to the big city." He had been subbing in class the day before and had heard a five year old say 'shit.' It had shocked the hell out of him. "Uh. Not trying to be nosy." He waved the sandwich a little vaguely in the air, and then picked slightly at his sticky shirt. "Just curious."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	"Bad to the bone." Moist replied nasally, offering another of his grins and adding in a low, secretive murmur, "Don't be fooled by the niceness ploy, we mean serious business.""We were plotting to drown you in Pepsi, but you were one step ahead of us." Billy added, completely deadpan as he peered under the thick panini bread of his sandwich, eyeing the contents with something that seemed like suspicion Moist, however, had already set into his food, making it clear that he wasn't thin from lack of appetite.Moist was the first to answer Buck's question:"Laboratory assistant." he replied automatically, and Billy continued to prod at his sandwich like it might get up and do something un sandwich like, "I don't get to work with the chemicals or anything, but sometimes things blow up so it's pretty cool."There was a moment of silence, then Moist added almost dreamily:"My boss is awesome."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	"Laboratory assistant, huh?" Buck echoed, resisting the urge to ask what you major in in college to land a job like that. He glanced between Billy and Moist, noticing their treatment of their respective sandwiches, before he brought his own to his mouth and took another hearty bite. "I was never good at the science thing growing up. I mean, it was fun when we got to make play doh in my chemistry class, but the numbers, and, um, formulas. Kind of over my head."He blushed suddenly a little bit, as if realizing that he had just called himself an idiot in front of the two of them, before he put the sandwich down and continued."I mean, there's a reason that I stick to kindergarten."And there was something he found privately respectable about molding America's young minds and if not respectable, at least he could help give kids a good start. Help out the ones that needed help. Instill a love of learning in children while they still had the capacity to love learning.So maybe it wasn't working in homeless shelters like his sister did, but Buck wasn't ashamed of what he did.He chewed his bite of the sandwich a little bit thickly, swallowed, before leaning across the table and looking up at Billy. "So what do you do? And, um, do you mind if I have a sip? I promise I don't have any weird diseases," he said, fingers lightly touching the cup.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	"Yeah, I don't really do the math thing either," Moist admitted, already impressively halfway through his sandwich, "That's the Doc's thing numbers, equations, astrophysics and biomechanics. The guy can do it all in his head, never seen him use a calculator, don't think he even owns one. He just puts it all on a whiteboard and I try not to knock anything over."Moist lifted his shoulders in something of a dismissive shrug while Billy finally took a polite, surreptitious bite of his sandwich and began a slow descent down his chair again, shoulders slumped. His voice came from nearer to the table when he spoke next,"The world needs more dedicated teachers anyways." Billy said vaguely, and he gave Buck a sideways look before delicately pushing his drink towards him, proferring it. He was silent for a long moment afterwards, eyes on his sandwich as though it might try to run off his plate if he looked away,"I'm a " Billy said, and squinted at the food he hadn't been asked the question before he'd never really thought about it he ended up saying the first thing that came to mind, " an accountant?"He didn't bother looking over at Moist he couldfeelthe flinch.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck shook his head in slight wonder. "I did really well to pass biology in college," he admitted with the same slightly sheepish look, and when Billy proffered the drink, he leaned forward and took it, pulling a quick sip before pushing it back to him with a murmured thanks. Billy kind of looked like an accountant not his outfit, but his demeanor. Quiet. Kind of shy. He looked like a guy who would be comfortable sequestered in a cubicle somewhere."And you're right.. there aren't enough good teachers in the world. I mean, most of them start out fine you don't go into teaching for the money, I can tell you but they lose sight. The kids are supposed to come first."He bit his lower lip thoughtfully before taking another bite. He felt almost guilty for taking up their time Billy kind of seemed like he wanted to melt into the seat and away from the both of them, but Moist seemed genial enough. "So what are your guys' plans for tonight?"Oh, Buck, he thought. You need to keep your nosy ass out of their business, and stop butting in. You're a stranger. This isn't how you treat strangers in Los Angeles.. you're not in a little, unremarkable town anymore. 'But they can just turn me down if they've got something going on.'"I mean, if you have any, don't worry about it. I was thinking maybe we could all catch a movie or something. Or " What did guys do when they hung out? " ..go.. to a museum.. or something." He trailed off, trying not to look painfully embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm not sure how to make friends in LA yet."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	As far as work relationships went, the dynamic between Dr. Horrible and Moist was a strange one at least in E.L.E terms. Even though they got props for sticking around, being loyal, and not being swayed into good deeds by some good looking protagonist, Henchman were widely considered disposable subjects by a majority of villains in the League.In fact, at one point Billy had observed that the number of henchman heavily outweighed the number ofactualvillains, and while on one hand it meant there were a lot of unemployed cronies wandering around the League building looking for someone to order them around, it also meant that if it came down to it, the henchmen could probably take down the E.L.E single handedly. Just, most of them sort of had a problem doing anything without orders except, as it turned out, Moist.No, Moist was different from a majority of the henchmen in that he had a mind of his own the exact reason why Dr. Horrible had chosen him. He wasn't sure when the relationship had gone from Villain Henchman to Best Friends, but somewhere along the way Moist had slipped into his life outside of Evil usually via the emergency staircase outside his window. They called it the Moist Door Moist thought it was hilarious, though Billy wasn't entirely sure why.At work, Dr. Horrible was the genius villain and Moist was the henchman. Outside of the League, however, Billy was rapidly recognizing that Moist was very much the dominant personality and he was okay with that, he just wasn't sure he liked the look that was currently on Moist's face, a gleam in his eyes that told Billy he was up to no good."Nothing planned." Moist replied almost instantly, speaking for the both of them, "I mean, you guys have to drop off your laundry, but maybe you can just come over to Billy's place and we can go find something awesome to do L.A. isn't exactly short on entertainment. Right Billy?"Billy just sat there for a long moment, boggle eyed and staring at Moist."Billy agrees." Moist said crisply, and Billy felt just a little less badass about being Dr. Horrible.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck had toyed with the idea of a sidekick before, for the company if nothing else. He just really couldn't justify the thought of throwing some spandex'd kid into danger he could barely keep himself safe most of the time. And besides, it was kind of nice sometimes, the whole alone thing. Maybe it was why he tried to avoid steady relationships it was hard to explain why you were crawling into bed at four in the morning with a busted lip and a broken hand. Hard to explain why he would inexplicably stop answering phone calls or text messages. He snapped back to the conversation at hand, smiling at Moist and looking relieved at the answer."Only if you don't mind," he said again, nodding a little bit and reaching down to touch his laundry bag, as if to make sure that it was still there. "I might use your sink to rinse off and change clothes, too, if you don't mind, Billy." His eyes cut back to the blonde he was doing his best to be as disarming as possible, speaking in soft tones, as if he were afraid that Billy was some sort of wild animal that might skirt away at the first possible chance."I mean. I'm just kind of sticky from the soda."He picked at the front of his shirt, as if to demonstrate."But I'm done with my sandwich, whenever you guys wanna go."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Moist had long ago learned that there was a perceptible difference between Billy Buddy and Dr. Horrible, even though they were the same person sort of where Dr. Horrible had flair and confidence, Billy completely lacked it and tended to be more like a skittish little squirrel. So really, Buck wasn't terribly far off in thinking of Billy like a startled, wild animal.Just, a wild animal that build laser beams and ray guns. A really smart squirrel.He wasn't so sure he should use that particularly analogy with Buck around, though.Moist followed Buck's line of vision back to Billy, who, in turn, was staring at him accusingly Moist just kept his expression admirably blank and pretended he had no idea what was going on. Billy's lamplight stare only lasted until Buck spoke to him, and then his eyes flicked back to the redhead, and Moist watched with interest as Billy seemed to completely freeze up, like he had been hit by his own ray gun. Of course, he'd seen Billy's painful social interaction many times before but this one somehow seemed different.Maybe it was a thing about redheads."I'm fine with that." Billy finally choked out, on his feet the moment that Buck mentioned he was done Moist had finished his food, but Billy had barely touched his. Barely resisting rolling his eyes, Moist wrapped it up in the wax paper it had come in and tossed it into Billy's laundry bag while he was distracted maybe he would find it and eat it while digging for one of his lab coats. Or maybe he'd do an experiment on it either way, it would be used.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	"You barely ate.." Buck started, and trailed off as Moist wrapped the sandwich in the wax paper and tossed it in with Billy's things. He canted his head to the side almost imperceptibly, reallylookingat Billy for the first time. God, the guy was skinny. A look of concern flashed across his face, before he forced it to drop.Wasn't his responsibility. Billy was a grown man he didn't need a stranger from the laundromat telling him to eat.He leaned down to grab his laundry bag, hoisting it over his shoulder."Only if you guys are positive. I really appreciate it."Buck eyed Billy again, trying to be sly about it . He was so.. nervous. It was kind of adorable, in a way that made Buck kind of want to feed cookies and milk to him.Normal people. It was fun to hang around normal people, and to do normal people things. Why did he feel weird about this? He made himself relax he wasn't going to have any fun at all if he persistently over thought everything that was going on. "Lead the way, guys."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Moist's eyebrows popped up briefly at the sound of Buck's half protest to Billy's eating habits there were some things that Moist just didn't prod Billy about, and his eating habits were one of them. As it turned out, it was a little distracting for Dr. Horrible if his henchman was trying to surreptitiously slip a peanut butter sandwich into his gloved hands while he was doing work it just didn't go well Moist knew from experience.Of course, the Doc was one of the rare villains who didn't take his issues out on his cronies. In fact, Moist wasn't sure that Billy reallyeverlet his anger air out it probably wasn't healthy."We're positive." Moist said, cheerily slapping an arm each around Buck and Billy as they moved down the smoggy L.A. sidewalk Moist reacted predictably to the heat, but Billy didn't seem to even notice it, sunk into his sweaters and looking vaguely uncomfortable with even Moist's touch. They ended up leading Buck back in the direction of the laundromat and Billy suspected Moist had chosen this route so that, ultimately, Buck would be able to find his way to the apartment again in the future and in another half block, they encountered the apartment complex.It was a odd little building it was six stories high and at some point around the eighties someone had decided it would be a wonderful idea to paint the place mint green, baby pink, and mauve, and with all of the bizarre, sharp angles, it looked rather like an art deco easter egg. Or maybe like Ronald McDonald hurled on the place. One or the other.It wasn't terribly ambient for insane science projects or world domination, though. Even rolling thunder and a well timed lightning strike couldn't salvage the monstrosity that was the apartment complex."Just try not to stare at it too long, or your eyes kinda cross." Moist said, and Billy extracted his keys and dialed at the front door to let them in, "There's also no elevator. Well uh, there is, but it broke down like five years ago and never got fixed.""It just hangs between five and six." Billy added, leading them through a peaches and cream hued foyer and up a stairwell that was violently purple, "It's probably stuck in the twilight zone."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck seemed to be keeping pretty close track of where they were going. It wasn't as if he were consciously mapping out the way to Billy's house, but hey, first possible friend in the city might as well know where he lived.He looked over at Moist as he slid an arm around his shoulder, laughing a little bit. Well, if Moist's, uh, moistness, seeped through to his shirt, it wasn't like it could do any more damage than what he had already done with his coke. "Well, hey," Buck said lightheartedly, lifting one hand to shield his eyes against the colors of the building. "At least it's got a lot of character."No elevator? No wonder the two of them were so skinny.And it was certainly more interesting than his own apartment. Buck lived in a tall, skinny apartment complex, down a narrow hallway into a narrow little corner cluster of rooms. He liked it, but everything was gray and beige. Neutral and dull, save for the foreign landlady who liked to yammer at him from his doorway.He followed Billy up the stairs, still almost dazed by the colors."Hey, I kind of like this place. All the benefits of dropping acid without all of the nasty consequences."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	"Well, except maybe for the headache and the horrible compulsion to purge everything you ate." Moist replied, and Billy peered back to give him a sideways look before he added quickly, "Not that I know anything about dropping acid. Just saying."At that juncture, it would be notable that Moist had dropped back, trailing along behind them on the staircase this wasn't because he was particularly slow, but rather as a courtesy,"I generally advise people not to walk behind me, especially on staircases kinda risks you breaking your neck," Moist said conversationally, as they began up the third flight of stairs, "Normally I don't even use these staircases I use the outside ones because Billy's landlord gets irate about having to wipe up ten flights, you know?""Mr. Baranyai keeps a storage crate of extra mops." Billy added, nearly a full flight ahead of them."Billy's on floor six," Moist said, "There's like, two apartments per floor, but no one wants to rent out the other one since the last tenant died in it."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck had noticed that Moist was trailing behind, but it wasn't until he explained why that he really got it. He was suddenly glad that Moist was behind them, then, and not able to see his face as he wrinkled his nose in slight, sudden disgust. He fought to suppress the vivid mental image he has just gotten of Moist as a snail.He really wanted to ask Moist how long he had been leaving goo trails wherever he went, but figured that was probably a second or third date question."I can't lie, Moist," Buck finally admitted after a moment of silence, "that's pretty gross."He fell quiet after Moist's last comment, waiting until they were all on the landing before he turned to look at the shorter guy, contemplating him for a second. "Someone died here? Who? How? Is it safe here?" Unconsciously, he cast a politely concerned look Billy's way. And perhaps he was a little bit more than just clinically interested, but he couldn't help himself. It was taking all he had not to drill Moist to ask if it was a murder, if the ELE was involved.It wasn't until a moment later that he forced himself to calm down. People died of natural causes. Hell, it was Los Angeles.. people died of normal crime, and not the ELE kind.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Moist didn't seem especially insulted he just raised his shoulders and shrugged his mouth in a silent 'what can you do' he was used to it at that point in his life, but made up for it by being unceasingly cheerful and intensely likeable."Yeah, it's not even a really useful mutation, not like the X Men get," Moist said, following Billy into the hallway of floor six, which had been painted a sunny yellow, with similar carpeting, "But it was great for grossing out girls back in grade school and, you know, now."While Billy unlocked the door to his apartment, Moist gave Buck a sideways look,"Didn't really get all of the details guy was a hermit, though," Moist said, after a moment of thought, "Seems kinda common for this floor."Billy didn't respond to the veiled accusation he simply stepped into the apartment and flicked on the lights. The interior consisted almost entirely of black, white, and stainless steel, and it had been kept almost obsessively clean the kitchen was open concept and connected directly to what was probably meant to be a sitting room, but had been taken over by a length of bare, steel tables. On the far side of the room, there was a couch and an ancient looking television which seemed to be the only dusty thing in the place.Down the hallway there was a bathroom to the right and a bedroom to the left the entire place seemed smaller than the floor itself would imply, but that may have had something to do with the fact that Billy had simply taken it upon himself to very cleverly disguise the spare room behind a sliding wall. All in all, the apartment seemed bare and unwelcoming, lacking all of the personal effects most places would have there weren't any pictures, so the most information that could be gleaned about the owner would come from the massive and overflowing bookshelf on the far side of the room all of it had been neatly alphabetized at one point, but when space had run out, the extra books had simply been piled on top and stuffed into the tiniest spaces, along with sheafs of paper that made it look vaguely like it was about to explode.Billy set down his bag of laundry and pulled off the soapy grey hoodie he had been wearing underneath was a red t shirt over top of a charcoal coloured long sleeve shirt, and he might have even had another layer on under that, it was hard to say. Either way, without the hoodie on, he looked more lean than ever."Make yourself comfortable," Billy said uncomfortably, as though he wasn't used to saying the words which was likely, given that Moist was really the only other person he'd ever had in the apartment.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck forced himself to shudder a little bit at Moist's words as he followed the two into the apartment. "I could imagine living with a mutation. I mean, it was hard enough growing up with red hair and freckles. Not sure I'd be able to handle anything else on top of that." The look he gave Moist, however, was sympathetic. At least red hair didn't make it hard for him to go up stairs.He turned then and finally looked at the apartment, expression shocked for a moment as his mouth fell into a soft 'oh.' It was very Spartan.'Well, Buck o, you've been wrong about people before.' He had kind of imagined that Billy's apartment would be a mess, with books and papers and CD cases all over the place. It took him a second to snap himself out of the thought. Why had he put that much thought into what Billy's place might be like, anyway?At the invitation, he stepped inside further, moving to the couch and dropping his laundry bag atop of it. Ducking his head, he pawed through the folded clothes, before finally pulling out a sleeveless black shirt that was just very slightly faded from age. He opened his mouth, as if about to ask something, before he turned around to put his back to both the other boys, hastily changing from the soiled shirt into the new, clean one.He straightened up as he turned to face Billy and Moist again, smoothing the wrinkles out of the front of his shirt as his hands reflexively patted down his own pockets to make sure that he hadhis wallet and cell phone on hand."So?" Buck asked, and his eyes lingered on Billy's narrow frame with a look more of curiosity than sexuality. "Where we headed?"
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	"Well, to be fair," Moist said good naturedly, offering a bright smile, "Gingers are kind of mutants anyways."Billy watched Buck cross the room in a way that Moist thought was vaguely reminiscent of a puppy dog in a shelter, hoping the person passing by will be the one to take it home. It was a strange image, but Moist suddenly couldn't help thinking about it."You'd be a really sad puppy.""What?" Billy asked, looking over at Moist with raised eyebrows."Nothing." Moist said quickly, and he felt Billy's lamplight eyes boring into him for a long time, perplexed, before he looked back at Buck just in time to see the expanse of his bare, muscled back.Moist didn't seem to really pay attention to what Buck was doing, but hedidnotice the way that Billy's eyes immediately snapped downwards and the way he began to shift uncomfortably on the spot, searching around as though it had occurred to him that something was missing. It went on for several painful moments until Buck was turning towards them again, smoothing out his shirt, and returning to the conversation."Well, see," Moist said, swinging his arms a little at his sides, "I was totally going to hang out with you guys "He could feel the eyes on him again, and this time they were calling him a bastard." but I just remembered, there's a staff meeting tonight, and my boss will crack the whip if I'm not there, you know?" Moist finished, already moving for the balcony door, "I hate to bail, but you guys'll find something Billy know's L.A. like like something he knows really well. Hey Billy, while you're out showing Buck around, can you like, get his number for me? I'm gonna make it up to you, Buck, I promise."And Moist the Bastard slithered out through the fire exit, leaving Buck and Billy standing in a suddenly much quieter and much drier room.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	While Moist and Billy spoke, Buck turned his head slightly, trying to get a better feel for the apartment for some reason that he really couldn't figure out. He turned his head down to lightly kick at the laundry bag, nudging it up against the couch and letting it rest there."Oh." He glanced up when Moist announced that he had to go, and his eyebrows crooked a little bit in concern. "Oh. That sucks, man," he said lightly, lifting his hand and lightly waving at him as he slipped out of the fire escape.Anyone else probably would have been concerned or surprised by Billy and Moist. The expression Buck affected when he looked at Billy, however, was mostly just amused, and possibly a little bit charmed."So where do you want to go?" he asked the blond, giving his best disarming smile. Alright, maybe it was a little more difficult here without Moist to lubricate the conversation. "I mean, if you still want to go somewhere. And if you don't, that's alright, I'm not trying to force you or anything," he finished a little bit lamely, before dropping his face into his hand and laughing a little bit helplessly.Buck rolled his shoulders back."..and if you don't know anywhere to go, I have, um, brochures. Back at my apartment. For touristy things. I mean, not that I'm a complete tourist. I did live here for a while when I was a kid."He clicked his mouth shut and hummed.Alright. Awkward.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	For the umpteenth time that day, Billy felt a swell of panic in his chest as he came to the realization that, yes, he had been left alone with another human being and he was supposed to besocial.And it was all Moist's fault.So when Buck began to speak, Billy found himself having to fight down the anxiety that was making a furious attempt to bubble to the surface as far as he was concerned, he had already filled his quota for vapid remarks that day and wasn't allowed any more of them. Of course, he told himself that until the point where the redhead bestowed him with another of thosesmilesand suddenly Billy was spilling out:"Ummghf."And immediately looking like he regretted it. However, there had already been a particularly uncomfortable stretch of silence, so Billy blurted out the first actual word that came to mind:"Museum." he said, and then gestured broadly with a hand, "Museums there's there's lots of them in L.A. If you like. I mean, if you're interested and want to go. To a museum."He made a valiant effort not to look like a kicked dog when he was done he just looked like a punched one instead.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck affixed Billy with a slightly confused look, his head canting a few degrees to the side as he tried to puzzle him out. It was hard to determine if Billy was just nervous or if he didn't want him there. He had agreed to hang out, sure, but maybe it was just politeness.Oh, well.He wasn't going to second guess himself just yet, but he continued to glance sideways at Billy as he headed toward the door with a nod. Shyness. It definitely could just be shyness. Maybe Billy had been a skinny nerd in high school that kinda stuff could mess a guy up, right?"C'mon," he said, lightly grabbing the doorknob, pulling it open. "I like museums. Hell, I like anywhere that'snotmy apartment right now, so you can't really go wrong?" And subconsciously, Buck took Billy on as a pet project.He had come to LA to help out, afterall? Who said that by night he couldn't be a dashing, charming superhero, and by day a friend to a guy who maybe needed a little bit of social coaching?"You're just gonna have to lead the way is all."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Billy trailed along behind Buck, closing the door behind him and locking it there weren't many people coming through the building, and especially not on the sixth floor, and maybe he didn't have anything that would interest the casual thief mostly just hoodies and books but from time to time, some paranoid, anxious part of himself wondered if maybe someone would stumble upon his little laboratory one day.And then they wouldknow and that terrified Billy, just a little."I could go wrong." Billy countered, but it was in an awkwardly playful way as he led Buck down the stairs, "I could take you to a torture museum, you know. That could go wrong."He gave a tiny, visible shudder,"I went to a wax museum a while ago there was a medieval torture section. I'm not too proud to say I screamed, once." Billy admitted, looking embarrassed, "I ran into the executioner, is all. And then Moist accidentally knocked off Marie Antoinette's head historically accurate, but I don't think it was appreciated."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck tilted his head back slightly and laughed, shaking his head as he plodded down the stairs. His demeanor was more like a college kid's than anything, hands stuffed into his pockets as he carefully avoided Moist's moist trail. "I don't know. Could you imagine the air conditioning breaking down in a wax museum during a heat wave or something?" he mused. "Just puddles of wax people everywhere. The stuff of nightmares, pretty much."He halted once they finally reached the base of the stairs, holding out an arm to stop Billy, too, and with very little regard for personal space he reached down to take Billy's hand, splaying his fingers. "I've actually been to a torture museum before," he explained as he leveled the blond's hand out flat, horizontally. "During the Inquisition, they used to take pieces of wood super thick toothpicks, I guess, and jab them inhere " it was at this point that Buck lightly touched the very tip of Billy's index finger beneath the nail, " and would ram it in. Kind of pop the nail off, you know."He released his hand, looking almost pleased with himself as he glanced at Billy, motioning for him to keep walking and lead the way."Then they'd stick the prisoners' hands in.. I don't know, soapy water or something, let it heal, and when the nails grew back, they'd do it all again. Not that I, you know, think it's awesome that that happened or anything." He paused for a beat. "But you have to admit that it'scool."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Billy was visualizing broad puddles of flesh coloured goo congealing across the floors of a museum, topped by large moustaches, thick rimmed glasses, and jaunty hats."It would work for the Wizard of Oz section anyways. Dorothy would get her comeuppance." Billy said finally, absent mindedly sidestepping the trail that his minion had left in his wake walking anywhere that Moist had recently been was a little like walking outside after a spring rainfall, just without the pleasant urge to jump in the puddles.At the base of the stairs, Billy found himself stopping short when an arm went up in front of him instinctively, he brought his arms up to protect his head, eyes bugging out in surprise only to have Buck indelicately take one of his hands and tug it towards him. With one hand still pressing absently against the side of his own neck, Billy watched as Buck splayed his fingers out."Oh." Billy said finally, standing in place for a long moment after Buck had kept moving, before catching up with him. There was a moment of considerable silence before he decided it was probably a safe subject after all, Buck had been the one to bring it up, hadn't he?"They use bamboo for that in Cambodia and Nepal." Billy said, stepping out once more into the sunlight and squinting at it, before leading Buck down the street, "But they would just sort of slip it into the nail bed a little and since bamboo grows so fast, they just let it do all the work over the course of a few weeks. They call it the bamboo manicure."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	"Bamboo!" Buck echoed in surprise as his hands found his own pockets again, and he sounded oddly excited by the concept. Not that he was overly fond of slow torture, but there was something weirdly thrilling about it all. "I never would have thought about that. That had to beagonizing."He was careful not to lag too far behind Billy, but he did keep his chin up slightly, staring a little too much at the buildings. It really had been a long time since he'd been in LA it was a bit staggering to realize how different things were."They'd also ah, I don't remember how it went exactly. Put a hot metal brace around your chest and stomach, and then stick a starved rat in there with you. It'd burrow in through your stomach and make its way up or down."He cast a sidelong glance at Billy, grinning crookedly and almost apologetically."Sorry if I'm, er, being gross. I just think that stuff is kind of neat."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Some strange, distant part of Billy was relishing the conversation as a villain, Billy had naturally gone through the phase of exploring the terrible things human beings had done to other human beings over the course of history, and he had been unsurprised to discover it was a nearly endless list. Some of the members of the E.L.E were fans of torture, and while it wasn't Dr. Horrible's style, he had decided it would do him well to at least have a basic knowledge of it only, given Billy's eidetic memory, he had ended up becoming a walking handbook on the subject. It had impressed the Duchess anyways and, for some reason, had led her to discuss the finer points of fetish torture with him a conversation that had left him huddled on his couch for several hours after getting back to his apartment, protecting his chest from any unseen nipple clamp enthusiasts."I always thought the Brazen Bull was you know. Interesting." Billy said cautiously, taking a right turn,"A huge, brass sculpture of a bull, hollowed out inside so there was just enough space for a grown man to fit inside. It was an engineering marvel for for being made before common era. Looking at the technology we've only just started to create now, the ancient Greeks were lightyears ahead of us they created a system of mechanical tubings just so they couldcook someone to deathand make their screams sound like an angry bull. Not only was it sick, it was original."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck actually winced at the description of the bull. "Can't say I've heard of that, exactly," he admitted, shoving his hands a little more deeply into his pockets, his nearly jovial expression evaporating a little bit. "That's some pretty awful stuff. Hard to think that humans are capable of it."Unlike Billy, Buck had never been particularly overjoyed about things like that. Digging through history tended to sadden him instead of excite him, and he just shrugged a little bit as he tilted his head up again to observe the buildings."We're just lucky, I guess. I mean maybe they were more technologically advanced, but hell, at least you'd never run into anything like that these days."The sheer, earnest optimism in his voice was, if nothing else, sincere.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	It wasn't so much enjoyment on Billy's part that had led him to his studies as it was a professional interest. Most of Billy's life had been propelled by his innate frustration with the human race, with the ignorance and intolerance abound in what was laughably referred to as 'modern society' most of the time it disgusted him.But humanpotentialwas what had kept him from resorting to just blowing things up what was the sense in it? He didn't want to add to the ridiculous slaughter that was already marring the timeline of human history. Or at least, he didn't intend to."Not out in public, anyways." Billy replied darkly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweater, kicking at a stone that his shoe met with on the sidewalk, "Plenty of torture going on behind closed doors in this country."It was probably a heady subject for a first meeting with someone and the contrast between the two men couldn't have been any clearer than it was in that moment, and perhaps Buck would have been left with an appropriately dreary opinion of Billy if it hadn't been for what happened next."We're, uh, here." Billy said finally, prising open the door to what looked like a large, modified suburban home once Buck stepped inside, he would discover that the museum of choice was not, in fact, a torture museum.The inside of the place was lined with shelves from floor to ceiling and it was covered in rabbits. Rabbits of every shape, size, colour and material, and a large sign hung jauntily above their heads proclaiming:'Welcome to the Bunny Museum: Have a Hoppy Day!'"S'bunnies." Billy added pointlessly.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck had been ready to argue, to pitch a campaign defending humanity and its collective set of ethics. He was preparing for it, really, when he stepped up to the museum behind Billy, had opened his mouth to speak but instead of a lofty, well formed argument, he exhaled a sort of .. squeak."Bunny museum?" he echoed quietly, mouth still slightly agape. It was a little hard for him to shift gears like that, and he shook his head a bit, trying to knock the conversation about torture out from the forefront of his mind. "Bunny museum," he repeated, turning slightly to look at Billy with both of his eyebrows raised high on his forehead. He continued to stare for a moment, stunned, before a grin cracked the lower half of his face and he laughed, suddenly delighted."This isamazing," he said, and apparently meant it.With another laugh, he began forward, not waiting for Billy as he made a bee line for a pen full of dwarf rabbits near the entrance. "I didn't know this placeexisted."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Billy wasn't great with people, he never had been in a way, other human beings had always seemed alien to him and he often felt he needed to thoroughly study each of them to figure out how they functioned, to understand how it was that they formed meaningful relationships, how they interacted so fluidly with eachother without so much as a twitch or stutter.He wanted to know what the secret was to being one of them.But because people were so confusing and complicated for Billy, he often came across as being a little strange, even when he was trying to do something as simple as order a coffee from the store down the street as he bumbled his way through the process and had trouble making eye contact with the gothic barista because her mouth piercings gave him the willies.Standing inside of the museum, Billy found himself especially certain he had made another of those stupid social moves because, ultimately, his reasoning for taking Buck there had been based off of one simple notion:Everyone likes bunnies.But once he was surrounded by them, he was suddenly feeling like an idiot, a feeling that grew exponentially as Buck stared at him it went on long enough that Billy began to fumble nervously with the drawstrings on his hoodie, barely fighting the urge to pull the hood tight over his face to hide the misery of his social ineptitude.Of course, then the redhead's face split into a grin, and Billy felt as though he was going to have a heart attack in that instant because the dazzling white smile was so painfully familiar that he could have cried.But he didn't. Because bad guys didn't do that sort of thing.Instead, he watched, stunned, as Buck headed over to the rabbit pen, enthused. After a long hesitation, Billy tottered after him "It's not broadly advertised." Billy admitted.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck hadn't expected Los Angeles to start out like this. He had anticipated a lot of quiet time by himself in his flat, getting re acquainted with the city. Hunting down Dr. horrible. Not in a million years did he think that he'd be holding up a white and gray bunny to a stranger's face, encouraging it to lick his nose."Come on," he coaxed, gently tickling his fingers into the rabbit's side, "give him a kiss." His words were a little high, peppered with amusement, and he laughed again, pulling the rabbit back to hold it against his chest. "This is great. No, really. I taught a kindergarten class back in Ohio, and we had a classroom rabbit. They're adorable little poop factories."The redhead ducked down, kissing the bunny between the ears.No, he hadn't quiteexpectedthings to turn out like this, but he wasn't complaining. It was a nice temporary distraction, and he cuddled the bunny for a moment, before attempting to pass it into Billy's arms."Crazy about the superhero scene in LA," he said a little enthusiastically. "We didn't have a lot where I moved from."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	As Buck held the little bundle of fluff up to the light and observed it with the utmost enthusiasm, it occurred to Billy that he had managed to inadvertently make one of those rare, positive social moves. Not only had he conversed with a complete stranger and had lunch with him, but Buck was the first person besides Moist and the landlord to come into his apartment. Ever.On some level he was aware that this should have been a positive moment for him he should have been cheering internally, he should have been thrilled that he might have actuallymade a friend, but that wasn't what Billy was thinking about.Standing frozen to the spot with a bunny rabbit flicking its whiskers against his cheek, all Billy could think about was how utterly terrifying the whole thing was. Science was simple if a mistake was made, it was easy to see where.But with people, there was so much room for error the variables were endless. People were the most complicated kind of equation.He swallowed down as much of the anxiety as he could, but it welled back up again and threatened to spill out as a whimper when Buck tried to ply him with a bunny.At first Billy resisted, looking at the rabbit as though it might implode but he eventually gave in, mechanically putting his hands out to hold it. The rabbit did nothing, save for staring up at him and occasionally wiggling its nose Billy stared back. He attempted to wiggle his nose as well, with minor success."Plenty of heroes here." Billy replied finally, still watching the rabbit as though unsure of what he should do with it, "More than the press lets you know about they just focus on one or two "The word 'tools' nearly came out, but he resisted, finishing lamely with," people."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck wasn't in the habit of questioning or thinking about social habits. He acted on impulse, mostly, spoke anddidwithout really thinking about it which was precisely how he had ended up in a bunny museum. He grinned a little apologetically at Billy, leaning forward to take the rabbit from him. "Sorry," he apologized with a chuckle, leaning down and letting the rabbit back into the pen. He straightened up after that, wiping his hands on each other, then dusting them off on the thighs of his jeans as he tipped his head at Billy, as if indicating him to lead on throug hthe museum."Yeah. Captain Hammer, right? He's pretty famous, even in the Midwest, you know. A couple of others, too, but none like him."He shrugged a little bit, dismissing the thought."Some pretty famous villains, here, too. Dr. Horrible? He's a pretty thorny bastard, I hear." Buck's voice was conversational, almost jovial, but there was something weirdly cold about his face, his nose twisted a little in a sudden flash of disgust. He shook his head again, roughly, like a dog throwing water from its coat before letting out a bark of a laugh and lifting his hand to point slightly. "Sucks, what happened to him." He seemed to be motioning toward a man who looked suspiciously like Captain Hammer.
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Billy trailed along after Buck, tucking his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and idly observing the endless display of rabbit paraphenalia he had been to the museum before. At the time, he had told Moist he was going to go do Villainous Things, but instead of wreaking havoc or bringing down the government, he had ended up spending the day watching fuzzy bunnies and surreptitiously feeding them cherry tomatoes. Since his last visit, he could see that there were several hundred new items, an observation he attributed to his eiditic memory rather than the possibility he had visited a few too many times.He tried not to look as uncomfortable as he felt, but the mention of Hammer was enough to send him into a brief facial spasm,"Yeah," Billy intoned, "There's no one quite like Captain Hammer."Of course, Billy was instantly aware of where the conversation would inevitably lead and it did. He was still unprepared for it, however, and it was all he could do to keep himself from scuffing his shoe against the ground at the mention of his alter ego."Thorny." Billy repeated, rolling the word around for analysis it came out neutral. He was toying with the idea of asking Buck to expand on the comment in a brief, self centered urge to have insight from someone other than the press or his own henchman but then he was following the redhead's gaze across the museum. All he managed to get out was:"What do y "But then the words died in his throat the man was standing near a shelf full of bobble head rabbits, looking pensive, his back was turned and he was wearing an argyle sweater, but Billy couldn't have mistaken him for anyone else. From the black boots to the massive build to the colour of his hair, Billy knew without even needing to see facial features that he was standing in the same room as Captain Hammer.Panic welled up inside of him as Hammer turned away from the shelf from the profile, he could see Hammer was currently the proud owner of what Billy could only describe as a 'hobo beard' and clearly hadn't cut his hair for several months, but it was definitely him Billy barely resisted the urge to hide himself behind Buck's significiantly broader frame."Hey look, rabbits," Billy enthused, voice cracking slightly as he veered off to the right, "Let's go look at those."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Buck winced visibly as Captain Hammer's profile came better into frame. Poor guy, he thought distantly, but one of his hands clenched a little bit into a fist at his side. It was hard, sometimes, for him to decide which of the pair he resented more: sure, it was Dr. Horrible who actually executed the deed, but it was Captain Hammer's idiocy that led up to it.Unconsciouisly, his hand flew to Billy's shoulder, fingers pressing urgently into it, stilling him."It's stupid," he whispered as if he didn't want Captain Hammer to hear, and his voice was weirdly fierce. "That woman. I mean, it sucks for him, but... Putting her out like that in front of everyone. Advertising her as a superhero's girlfriend. That's like slapping a giant target onto her forehead and telling the villains to come after her." He paused for a moment, swallowing a lump in his throat. "I mean, Batman had a secret identity to keep Lois Lane safe, didn't he? I don't know why Hammer couldn't do the same thing."He stared at Captain Hammer for a while, his eyes wide and mouth pressed into a terse line, before he seemed to realize just how tightly he was holding Billy's shoulder. With an apologetic grunt, he pulled his hand away, shoving it into the pocket of his pants and trying not to look like he'd bitten into something sour. "You're right, though, we should .. bunnies. See more bunnies. No reason to bug the guy while he's off the clock, right? He probably gets that enough."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Billy felt the fingers clamp down and as Buck gradually became more tense, it occurred to him that it was like being held in a vice grip.Buck's voice had dropped to a near whisper close to his ear and the blonde's eyes widened as a result of the increased pressure on his shoulder and the fact that he was utterly incapable of putting more space between himself and Captain Hammer instead, Billy just sort of vibrated on the spot, a bundle of neurotic energy as panic rolled around inside of him like clothing on a tumble dry cycle.This, he was sure, was the worst possible scenario and yet, amidst all of it, Billy could only manage to say one thing:"Lois Lane was Superman's girlfriend." he said weakly, "Batman was human he didn't have the luxury of friends."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	"I thought Supermanwashuman," Buck answered, and his eyes finally cut away from Captain Hammer. His hand dropped to the small of Billy's back, gently ushering him around a corner and toward a wall sized portrait of a pink rabbit made with jellybeans. "Superman,doesn't that imply humanity?"His face was flushed slightly. He had lost his cool a bit back there, but to apologize to that would be admitting it, and he didn't want to open the door to questions about his weird behavior. Instead, he just leaned forward to get a better look at the jellybean mosaic, curling his fingers around the velvet covered red robe that kept museum spectators from getting too close and ruining the art."And anyway, whoever's girlfriend she was she still got kidnapped, didn't she? Human or not.. trying to foster relationships like that, it's dangerous. Selfish."Buck clicked his tongue, glanced out of Billy from the corner of his eye, and tried his best not to feel like a raging hypocrite.".. not that I have any real say on the matter," he finally said with another little grunt, reaching up in an attempt to rub the pink from his cheeks. "I forget that I'm in the city, I guess. My opinion doesn't hold any weight here, huh."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	"Superman was Kryptonian." Billy replied, voice pitching a little higher when a large hand pressed to his lower back for a strange moment, it occurred to Billy that he could feel Buck's body heat through his hoodie and that Buck was easily pushing him along with one hand and little effort.He needed to work out."His hero name was given to him by reporters." he said, staring blankly at the portrait in front of them it took him several long minutes to realize what he was staring at it was a picture made of candy."I think Superman sought out affection because he was tired of living in a world where all he saw was chaos." Billy added, peering back nervously over his shoulder he could see the sleeve of an argyle sweater and snapped his head back so quickly that his neck made an unfortunate cracking noise. He winced, but continued on, "Living in a world where all he sees are people hurting eachother constantly. He heneedsLois. Or he'll stop caring. She's his anchor even though he's superhuman gives him more power than any yellow sun could."Billy fidgeted on the spot, overcome by embarrassment,"I think this should go into Le Louvre." he said, half hearted sarcasm forcing it's way out of him, "We should call the curator and let them know they're missing out on a masterpiece."
Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)	Fortunately for Billy, Buck was too pre occupied trying not to be pre occupied as Billy glanced back and forward again, only really tuning in halfway through his spiel. He listened, digesting it for a moment, before he glanced over at him, eyebrows knit thoughtfully."I don't buy it," he said thoughtfully. "Not the Louvre thing. This thing shouldtotallygo in the Louvre. But Superman he shouldn't have to have an anchor. He should just.." Buck stumbled over his words, not really sure how to say what he meant, despite his expression being incredibly convicted. "He should do it because he loves to do it. Because he loves.. people. The world."He bit his lip, then his tongue, rubbing the back of his neck. His face was growing red, embarrassed, but he couldn't seem to stop."He shouldn't need incentive to be a good man. To be a hero. Does that make sense? Maybe just to me. I guess I just get " he stalled, seeking words again, " annoyed. By what I see. The news, and .. heroes. And stuff."And then he bit the inside of his cheeks."Huh, I'm sorry. Not really first date conversation material, is it?" It was a joke.
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	For once, Sereti was at peace from hollow and Aizen, as the 13 squads headed back to their barracks for some well deserved rest. Hitsugaya and Matsumoto arrived at their own barracks, and Hitsyugaia summoned his squad. "Youve all faught Valiantly In the battle, you and your zanpaktou deserve a well needed rest, take the rest of the day off, enjoy thepeace while you can." The young captain then turned around, his commanding voice fading In the cheers of the soul repears. He walked past Matsumoto, and stopped for a moment. "Im going up to my office, and your coming too. Dont you dare let me catch you fooling around again, Matsumoto." And with that, he climbed the stairs, and Into his office.Moments later, when Matsumoto entred the room, she blinked. To her surprise, Toshiro was lieing down on the couch, his face reddned and his expression was playfully. As she was about to speak, her foot hit an empty bottle of Sake. Toshiro had gotten drunk, Instead of drinking out of his own water, he accidentaly took Matsumoto's Sake. And this was the perfect chance for her, Toshiro didnt suspect a thing.
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	Matsumoto was....surprised to say the least. Her captain was drunk.....he had downed an entire bottle of sake in minutes...oh that had to go straight to his head. The woman smirked, folding her arms and starting to move closer. "Oh captain...." She leaned over, her cleavage swinging exposed to him, right infront of his face. "Are you a little drunk captain? My my....." She chuckled and poked his nose. "Whatever are we going to do with you hm? I wonder if there's something we can do with you while you're like this...."
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	Toshiro raised his hand and waved It around aimlessly, before hiccuping and lowering It back down, he blinked abit when he heard Matsumoto's voice and turned his head to look at her as she walked over, and leaned down enough that her breasts were straight Infront of his eyes. Toshiro blushed abit, but you couldnt tell he was seeing that his entire face was red from the sake. He looked up at her face an his eyes widned abit "M..Ma hic! tsumoto!..how dare you leave me to sleep without finishing my wo .." and he stopped himself, only to hiccup again, and his head turned to look at her breasts once again. He was clearly out of It, and so he rached over and slid his hand under her shinigami robe, and grabbed her breast curiously. "Soft.." he murmred, staring at her with amazment "Matsumoto..did you always have those?"
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	Matsumoto chuckled as he tried to act normally, oh he was an adorable drunk, though when he suddenly slipped his hand under her robe she just blinked. "Hm?" She glanced down at him grabbing her massive breast beneath her robes, then asked her the question. "Mmmm.....well of course I've always had them captain, you mean you didn't notice all those times I put them on your head? Or maybe...." Matsumoto started to loosen the robes slightly, exposing more of her breasts, though not exposing them completely just yet. "Maybe my robes hid too much of them hm...?"
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	Toshiro tilted his head as his eyes widned at Matsumoto. She slid down her robe abit more to expose some of her breasts to him. He sat up abit, and snuk his other hand under her robe, grabbing both her breasts and squeezing them tightly, pulling on her nipples and everywhere she exposed In curiosity. "I guess I never payed attention..so these were the soft bumps on my head.." He edged off the couch a little more, and leaned his head In to lick at her cleavage, trailing his tongue around her almost exposed breasts while his hands still work at her nipples, playing and pulling them abit more tightly now. "Mmm.." he said In abit of a curious hum "You taste good matsumoto.." But he blinks, and looks down at the long erection that now appeared visible, but under his robes. His mouth opned just abit In curiosity, and he looked up at her once again "Matsumoto..I think.." he hiccuped, before continuing "I like your breasts alot more than I thaught.."
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	The second that her captain touched her nipples, Matsumoto let out a low, throat groan of pleasure, the nipples almost immediately hardening in Hitsugaya's fingers. "Mmmmm...your hands are good captain...." She grinned as he licked at her exposed cleavage, then slowly looked down as the bulge in his pants grew. "Oh my captain...you really do like them don't you? Well...." Matsumoto slowly reached down, rubbing at the bulge through his pants, then slowly started to loosen them, beginning to remove his pants. "Let's take a look shall we? I always wanted to know how big captain was down here...."
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	Hitsugaya grew red In a deep blush as Matsumoto moaned against his touch, and slid her hand down his pants. He waited untill she finished, and his pants fell to the floor. His cock almost sprung out as soon as his pants left his crotch, It was significantly bigger than an average adult male. It stood up to Matsumoto, almost demanding her touch. He lifted his head once more and looked at her, and he suddenly stood up and pressed his lips against her own, giving her a passionate kiss, his tongue rolling against her before he sat back down. "Uhm.." He looked at his cock for a moment, then up to Matsumoto "Its too small Isnt It.." Frowning after his words.
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	Matsumoto licked her lips when Hitsugaya's cock sprang free, though before she could say or do anything else she felt his lips against hers, and she immediately opened her mouth, welcoming his tongue, thrusting her own tongue out to meet his until he broke the kiss by sitting back down. "Hm? Too small? Oh my my captain, quite the opposite, it's one of the biggest I've seen" She licked her lips, reaching out to wrap her fingers around it. "I'm going to need to use both hands on this one...."
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	Hitsugaya blinked abit at her words, and tilted his head "Too big? really?" A bright smile sprang across his face, something rarley seen If he's sober. Before he could do anything else, she kneeled down and grasped his cock, her hands alone let some precum escape his cock as she held It. He bit the corner of his lip gently, and Inched abit forward. "Matsumoto..use them." and he extended his hand to grab her breasts, his eyes meeting with her own for a moment. "I want to feel them against my cock..theyre so big and..soft..they drive me crazy." He begged with her to do so, even going as far as propelling his cock upwards for her to grasp.
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	"Mmmm....is that an order captain?" Matsumoto smirked, then slowly saluted him. "Well yes sir...." She licked her lips and pulled away, then started to slowly, teasingly, slide her robes completely from her shoulders, though the positioning of her arms meant that even when the robes fell away her nipples were covered. Matsumoto was clearly skilled at doing this, and clearly teasing him. The older woman moved forwards, moving to grab her massive breasts, allowing Hitsugaya to take a look at them as she got on her knees for him, staring at his cock."Oh yes....definately one of the biggest....." Slowly, she moved forwards, wrapping her breasts around his cock and starting to slowly slide them up and down, making sure to catch his precum with her breasts and start smearing it over his shaft as a lubricant, squeezing her breasts together. "Mmm....do you like that Captain?"
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	He let a small grunt of pleasure escape him as she pressed her breasts against his cock, and began sliding them along his shaft. He instinctivley grinded his cock against her chest as her breasts pressed on It tighter, raising his hips even more for her. He grabbed her hair and held It in his fist, but was carefull not to hurt her too much as he pushed down her head abit, pressing her lips against the head of his cock while she stroked him with her breasts. They almost wrapped completley around his long length, grinding his cock from every direction.He let a moan finally escape him, as his free hand clutched the couch In pleasure. "Your..so good..Rangiku..keep going.."
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	Matsumoto groaned as her breasts were stroking his large cock, feeling the pleasure through the flesh of her massive breasts, they always had been sensitive to doing this, and god she loved doing this to a guy. "Mmmm...." When he forced her head down she gladly parted her lips, taking the head of his cock in her mouth and sucking hard on it for a moment, before pulling her head back."Mmmm....is that an order from my captain? Well then....if that's the case then who am I to deny my captains orders?" The woman licked her lips, then leaned down again and started to suck on Hitsugaya's cock as she continued sucking on his cock, moving her head a little further down.
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	Toshiro moaned abit more as she began to suck on his cock's head, and then further moved down the shaft. "Yes..Its an order from your captain..and I..order you to suck my cock harder." He grunted his words as her lips began tightening around his cock, his hips thrusted even harder against her breasts as he shuved his cock deeper and deepr Into her mouth each time, his cock's length filing her completley as both hands now grabbed her hair, and pulled her down over his cock.He moaned abit more, pulling matsumoto up on the couch and leaning back, giving her more room to grind her sensetive, huge breasts against his cock and more space for her mouth to work at his cock. It pulsed and hardned wieht every lick. "Ah..harder.." He demanded, her touch felt increadible and he wanted even more.
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	Oh she loved it when a man knew how to command her, knew how he wanted to be pleased, and she was more than happy to comply, especially for her captain. Matsumoto started to move her breasts faster, squeezing them harder around Toushirou's cock as her mouth sucked harder, her lips squeezed tighter. For a moment, she moved her breasts away from his cock, only to thrust her head down, engulfing his entire cock within her mouth, sucking on it hard.Matsumoto was clearly an expert in this, and she was going to use every one of her skills to please her captain all night long.....
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	Toshiro grunted In pleasure as she obeyed his every order and command, she was pleasing him just as he wanted to be pleased, and he loved It. His hips acrched back, raising his cock even further for her to suck. He let a moan escape him when she took away her breasts only to take In his entire length In her mouth, deepthroating his cock as he thrusted It faster, the pleasure of her tightning lips over his long shaft drove his cock mad.He gripped her hair tightr In a fist and panted, thrusting Into her mouth like a machine craving her lips. "Matsumoto Im..Im gonna cum!" He moaned at her In a whisper, his pace picking up further as she deepthroated his cock.
Breaking the Ice (Battleship & Fandom)	As her captain began to approach orgasm, Matsumoto continued deepthroating his cock, whilst her hands went to grasp at his balls, massaging and squeezing them. She wanted his cum....she wanted to taste it, savour it. She wanted the first squirt in her mouth, and then once she got what she wanted she would let him cum where he wanted....on her....or in her....

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