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Post by Soprano on Oct 4, 2010 20:42:58 GMT -6
Piper could see the dawn sun peeking out between the flaps of Dante’s tent. It’d been a long night dragging his drunken, unconscious body back to his tent. She felt like she owed him a little bit of courtesy, especially since he was pretty much the only reason she wasn’t dead because of starvation right now.
She had changed her body to suit what she found attractive. She was now a lush, young redhead with an ample chest and dark blue eyes. She sat upon the chair in front of Dante’s desk looking into a mirror. She was switching hairstyles, trying to find one she liked best. She settled on a style with lots of body that curled gently around her face and shoulders and added some side swept bangs for good measure. The succubus pursed her lips and her once nude body was now covered in a small black satin camisole with a little bit of lace near the top.
She glanced at herself in the mirror, looking behind her at the dagger that she had stolen from Dante that night before. She was good to her word and she no longer had it. She glanced at Dante, who was more than fast asleep. She sighed, hoping her little plan was going to work for her.
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Post by dusk on Oct 5, 2010 6:58:08 GMT -6
Dante yawned loudly and turned over in his bed, his head hurt like hell and all his senses seemed to be slightly dulled. He wearily climbed out of bed and rubbed his eyes, there was a girl sitting in his tent looking in the mirror, he was about to ask who she was when the events of last night suddenly came flooding back. "ah fuck me..." he said as he stepped back and sat down on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. The last thing he remembered from the previous night was sitting on the ground in the woods.... and the soul transfer, well that explained his dull senses.
The girl in front of him must be the succubus... piper, that was here name. Who else would be sitting in his tent waiting for him. "so I take it you were the one who dragged me back?" he asked as he looked over to her.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 5, 2010 12:22:34 GMT -6
Piper looked over at Dante after finally selecting a hairstyle. Well, at least he didn’t freak out on her and at least he recognized her. She immediately stood up and moved over to his bed, standing next to Dante. She had to look up a little to look him in the face.
“Yes, who else would have?” she admitted.
He seemed to be really hungover, maybe right now wasn’t a good time to enact her plan. Oh well, the time would come.
“How are you feeling?” she said, biting her lip.
She awkwardly shifted her weight from one leg to the other and softly brushed off the lap of her camisole. Truth be told, she felt weird after what had happened last night. For the first time in her entire existence as a succubus she felt hungry… like physically hungry. She still didn’t have to eat, but now she had the draw to eat something other than… souls. It felt weird.
“I can get you some water or something,” she offered.
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Post by dusk on Oct 5, 2010 16:32:58 GMT -6
Dante walked across the room and stepped into his boots, he then picked his waistcoat off the floor and put it back on. He looked over his shoulder at Piper, "Yeah... Thank you" he said in a hushed voice. Obviously his pride was putting up a fight.
He reached for his gun holsters and attached them to his belt, bit by bit he was looking less worse for wear. There was a half smoked cigar that sat in an ashtray on top of his bedside table and next to it was his pocket watch, he walked over and picked them up.
"I'm ok, just a little groggy... it was an eventful night" the last part he said with a sly smile as he lit his cigar and took a puff. He had to admit, it was a fun night, even though he was unconscious by the end. Dante strolled back across the room and sat down in the chair that Piper was in a moment ago, he looked her over with a smile.
"No I'm fine, I'm gonna head over and get something to eat....... you want anything?" once again the last polite part was kind of hushed, he was fighting with his pride again. Piper had been nice enough to reason with him, she also dragged his unconscious ass back to camp when she could have left him out there so he guess he owed her a little.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 5, 2010 16:44:34 GMT -6
Piper smiled to herself. She could see that Dante wasn’t terribly happy about thanking her, a demon, for bringing him back home unharmed. She really couldn’t do much while he was unconscious anyway, even if she wanted to try to steal his soul. She guessed she could have killed him, but that would have done her no good.
“It’s alright, the woods aren’t exactly a comfortable place to sleep off a whole bottle of vodka,” she said.
She watched him ready himself. She noticed that he hadn’t gone for his dagger yet. Maybe he hadn’t noticed it? Maybe he was trying to figure out if she wanted to steal it again?
“Eventful to say the least,” she muttered.
Her stomach suddenly growled, much to her surprise. She also felt tired, which was also strange.
“…Yes, please,” she said, figuring she wouldn’t be a welcome sight wandering around the camp.
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Post by dusk on Oct 5, 2010 17:17:34 GMT -6
Dante stood up and walked out of the tent without saying another word, once outside he let out a long sigh before heading over to the main tent. To tell the truth he had no appetite right now, if anything he was only going over to get something for her. Why the hell was he doing this, she tricks and robs him and now he's running off to get her some breakfast.
He walked into the main tent and headed up the centre isle smoking his cigar, he grabbed a plate and piled up some eggs and bacon before tuning around and heading right back. He couldn't remember if the room was empty or full, his mind was in other places.
He walked through camp carrying a plate of eggs and bacon while smoking a cigar, it would have been an odd sight if anyone had seen him do it. Dante opened the tent flap and walked in.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 5, 2010 17:31:25 GMT -6
Piper sat herself on Dante’s bed. She suddenly wasn’t sure if she should try this. He might be a lot crueler and a lot less horny when he wasn’t drunk. She had no idea what she was getting into. She felt kind of bad about making him go find her food, she should have said she didn’t want anything. She hadn’t been this nervous pretty much… ever.
She found herself lying down on the bed, curling up in the blankets. She felt warmer, which was strange. She really had to find out what was going on with her; she was experiencing things a normal succubus didn’t. Oh well, she thought, her mind slightly disjointed, at least he was nice enough to offer. Maybe he wasn’t so bad.
She found herself drifting off to sleep, which she also had enough mind to think was strange. Maybe he would come back with a mob and kill her. Regardless, she fell asleep, hidden among the blankets.
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Post by dusk on Oct 5, 2010 17:39:43 GMT -6
Dante entered the tent an looked over to the now fast asleep Piper, he couldn't help but smile as he let out another puff of smoke. He walked over to his desk and put down the plate before sitting on his chair. He put his pistols on the desk and grabbed a small cleaning kit. There was not much he could do or say now that she was sleeping, plus he did have problems that needed solving at some point. This whole thing with Camille, could he actually get away with denying the whole thing or should he try to convince her it was just a dream... he couldn't decide right now so he pushed the though to the back of his head. Thats when he noticed his dagger sitting at the end of the desk, so she had decided to return it in the end and stay true to her word.... then why was she still here he wondered.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 5, 2010 17:57:36 GMT -6
Being wholly unused to sleeping, Piper woke up nearly immediately when Dante started cleaning his guns. She feigned sleep, just watching him for a second. Was he planning on killing her now? She had stayed rather close to a near victim, which could cause problems. Wouldn’t he have just done it in her sleep?
She spoke up for a second, “Are you going to kill me now?”
That sounded a lot more vulnerable than she intended. She didn’t want to seem weak to him, maybe he’d be angrier and kill her… she didn’t know. Kill her harder? More painfully? It didn’t really matter at this point, she owed him a lot for keeping her alive, even if he didn’t know it.
She pulled the blanket on top of her off a little bit so she could sit up on her elbow. Oh, he noticed his dagger, which was good. He didn’t seem concerned about it now.
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Post by dusk on Oct 5, 2010 18:07:10 GMT -6
Dante didn't react to her voice, instead he continued to polish and clean his guns, "i hadn't planned on it" he said in a calm tone, "foods there if you want it", he pointed to the plate that sat on the end of his desk. He was trying to keep his head clear at this point, trying to understand his actions. Why had he not killed her, why had she not killed him.... why had he got her breakfast.
"You could have taken both the watch and the dagger last night..... why didn't you" he said as he reassembled one of the guns and slid it into his holster. This was one of many questions that ran through his head. Why wasn't he being a cold hearted bastard to her, he would have asked but he didn't really think she would know the answer.
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