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Topios requests Noir- part 6

Deviation Actions

Published: Aug 17, 2011

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Dee Tec'div and her efforts could have mattered less, however, to their recipient. If, that is, he had so much as heard of them, which he had not. In her defense, she had only just begun. In his, the lethal and bloodthirsty Zeltron pirate was busy almost desperately trying to get his hands on a different target than his usual sort, a noted weak spot of his prey-

-and an altogether far more Zeltron like activity than he had otherwise done in quite some time.

The Red Death, Merry's Mercy, Pink Fury, etc etc sobriquet names and pseudo-name titles, was busy near-harmlessly going after his pretty lieutenant's tail.

The scarred catwoman squealed in mixed pleasure and dismay at his attentions to rubbing her rather literal tail, large yellow eyes slowly narrowing to slits above her prominent cheekbones in her angular face as her Captain curled his other hand around her hip and dragged her closer. Blue short cut but long stranded hair swished around her face as her tail lashed faster and the less literal one wriggled closer, though her head shook in seeming disapproval and her face went longer in disdain. She removed the red armored and clothed man's bronze-tinted face helm and stared at him eye to ocular implant.

His face was heavily scarred on one side around the eye, which was in place still only with a circular black rivet that looked more like a eyepatch than a monocle or a preserving agent, and his pink skin was almost the color of her own barely-restrained blush. His red hair looked near identical to hers, and the pirate woman could see herself in his remaining dark eye almost as much as she could see herself becoming him with more years of bitterness, hate, and violence. She didn't trust her Captain or approve of his actions most days.

She couldn't have loved the man more, despite her tough, cold pretense otherwise, and the dirty monster knew it. He didn't even bother to use persuasion or his species' pheromones on her; he just learned her weaknesses and exploited them. One would think a murdering, vicious pirate that barely ever spoke and had such extensive cybernetic repairs to him would be a repelling thing.

But for all the burns and rough tissue, he was still fairly handsome, admittedly on one side, and certainly extremely fit...

The pink man chuckled as if aware of her thoughts. It wasn't a pleasant sound. His voice cords were ragged from Death Stick abuse and a metallic feed-cable that ran from his chest through his ruined windpipe and up into the cybernetic optical unit, producing a guttural metallic grating noise under an otherwise pleasant baritone. It was a discordant and disturbing harmony, like the voice of a demon speaking with him.

Lieutenant Keine straightened her black and red formfitting and slitted attire, snatched her tail back, and crossed her arms over her ample chest. "Stop."

His eyepart streaming green light like a broken lamp or some kind of torch, the pirate nodded, then released her and studied her closer. She had multiple scars on her body from previous battles she's been in and a long necklace draped just over her bosom. Two scars showed on her bare midriff near her belly button.

The Red Death placed his mask back on and patted her shoulder with a gauntlet, speaking not a word; she got the message anyway and slunk away, albeit perhaps a bit more friskily than when she'd entered. The man did not fraternize with crew members any more than he did with the outside world- she'd only seen his face a few times, and only when he'd wished. Most of the time it seemed he would sooner kill a being than express concern for or with them.

Damaged individuals and pirates alike, "I love yous" and touching moments were in scarce supply if they even existed. Expressing mutual feelings was more done in blatant drinking or in subtle gestures, and drinking would require his face more often. He preferred infamous anonymity.

Her tail coiled around her and swayed more slowly as she retreated into the bowels of the ship. They'd be leaving soon...