A Different Sort of Butterfly [LOCKED]

[Sadist]

You want control

I disapprove

Notes: Tags: yuri Links: SONG OUTFIT

The blonde had barely disembarked and located the sign directing travelers to the baggage claim area when her cell started ringing. She moved out of the flow of foot traffic to answer the call from her W.O.L.F.E. handler. "Nice timing, Becca." Amber sighed, leaning her back against the wall and pretending to inspect her nails as she scanned the crowded airport terminal. "What was so important it couldn't wait for you to get some sleep?" "You stepped in some serious sh*t this time, butterfly." The elderly woman's typically stern voice was brisk, harried even. "I just got off the line with Moons stateside, and they're calling for us to terminate your position. I hope you appreciate the effort it took to talk them down--" "Get to the point, hun. You wouldn't call me over something so routine." Her droll tone was met with a loud snort from the other woman. "You know you're my only Hellhound gives me this much crap? Japanese Headmaster is ordering his...Bloodhounds, think the translation is...to bring you in. Your orders are to cooperate, be as diplomatic as you're capable of..." There was an uncomfortable hesitation from her handler, causing the little hairs at the back of Amber's neck to stand on end. Becca had never been the sort to pull any punches. It was why they worked so well together. "Be careful, butterfly. Rumor has it, the Japanese branch was the one that made the Mother Wolf nervous enough to bring her pups back into the den." The fact that the older Fighter was using their private nicknames for the American Aristocrats (Mother Wolf) and Hellhounds (the pups) made Amber's heart clench. Something was seriously wrong. She never spoke in code over the line when she thought it was secure. "Give me the number, Becca. How careful?" "11." Amber's brain filtered through a long stream of curses before she was able to answer. Their scale only went as high as ten. "Roger." She hung up and moved at a brisk pace to claim her bags: one filled with her clothes, the other containing clothes for her idiot brother. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end again a moment before she turned around, hand reaching for a weapon she wasn't wearing. Traveling as a civilian had its drawbacks. Putting on her best fake smile, she made a last-second change to the motion to straighten the hem of her jacket.

made by fire

[yuri]

Let the Godless World Burn

It was a recurring theme as of late, be the good dog and go fetch. A useless use for the existence of the Doll for such meaningless task. Something the little Lion could make use for his other Dogs. But they were directly on hand like that of one's own “Fighter”. Odd to find out how much you once relied on someone and only know how much you could miss them once they were gone. A twisting knife in the wound she could hope, in some dark corner of her empty heart, that would bleed until his last breath.

That would be tasteful.

But at least, the late evening call that had come in from across the sea’s had probably left the young Headmaster with some distaste in his mouth. Enough to chose the biting hand to go do the dirty work. America wasn’t sending one of its Hellhounds to be of use, unlike the Spaniard she had collected some days ago from this very airport. The Aristocrats of Japan had a rather strict interested in the chained dogs of the Septimal Moon regardless of what they were called or more so where they hail from. So the displeasure of dealing with the handling of the incoming American had not been something Yuri had wanted to deal with.


Something to due with Americans in general perhaps?


Shivani had not know of Yuri ever being in America so his distaste for the situation alluded her. And yet, she was here again, sitting like any other who was waiting for someone to arrive and unread magazine sitting in her lap. As she watched the blonde walking down through the sea of Mindless sheep. Debating how long to let the little America breed dog to walk about.. Should she let her get outside.

Heil a cab?


All the way to the Hospital perhaps?


What were the instructions?

“ She needs to be processed.. There paperwork we need to submit.. Her brother... Lord not what I need today”


O right.


There was really order in instructions.

She set the magazine down as the woman disappeared out of the corner; talking on her phone. Shivani stood up and slowly walk into the moving crowd. Pasted the woman as words of her conversation carried on to her strained ears. No ring resonated from the Doll, she moved among the world like a “normal” not being felt. Down with the sheep into the baggage claim and stood like the rest looking onward to the moving belts as if she was waiting for something. Sometime later the Blonde rejoined the sheep, looking agitated.


A call from her home country?


The filing reports have interesting things to say about Hellhounds. Should Shivani have brought an umbrella for the woman? It was such a nice, sunny day out. Careful placed movements, like she was searching for a missing bag that had yet to come out on the belt, Shivani moved through the crowd. Walking past the blonde from behind.


And pulled on the strings of the American’s live line to the Unit world, before turning herself silent again to the unit world.



Just enough, the woman whirled around, hand moving for something behind her jacket as eyes turned the crowd around her over, loving over and passed the blonde German fighter as she walked like a business woman looking for her own language as she blended into the crowd of sheep. Good the American Dog wasn’t armed.

Shivani came to stand near her as if she was getting ready to pick up a bag off the belt. But didn’t move again.


“ Ms Amber Clearwater.”

tagged: Sadist notes: Attire Hair style Bloodhound Welcome to Japan, Hellhound

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made by ∆ ashycat of ado

[Sadist]

You want control

I disapprove

Notes: Tags: yuri Links: SONG OUTFIT

The voice beside her made Amber's eyes narrow in irritation. Dirty trick, little sh*t. With a disgruntled sigh, she grabbed her bags seconds before they would have rolled out of reach, checking the locks and that the zippers hadn't been tampered with. "I take it you're from the school. Nobody else in this country has any reason to want to irritate me by pulling that kind of stunt." It was only after she spoke that the Hellhound remembered her mentor's admonishment about diplomacy. But surely she wouldn't be blamed for being a bit terse, her brother in the hospital and all that. "Look, I know I'm supposed to stop by Moons. And I'll do so, but after I've checked on my brother." She turned to face the shorter blonde, her eyes raking over her in assessment. The way she blended into the crowd indicated that, whatever ring she possessed, she was able to fully subdue. Her bearing and empty tone weren't half as disconcerting as the fact that Amber was sure she'd seen similar somewhere, but couldn't place the memory. "So, unless you want to help me get my bags into a cab, there's really nothing for you to do here." The words spoken, she began walking toward the exit, a bag in each hand. There wasn't much point keeping her gun hand free when she wasn't carrying.

made by fire

[yuri]

Let the Godless World Burn

There were many things that Shivani could be. After all she was just clay waiting to be molded into the desires of those who commanded her. It had been the idea behind the concept of the “Die Puppe” or the Doll project. BLANK sheets of paper in human forum. To be made into the ultimate tools for the unit world. Or well at least in Germany.

Each country had at some point, it’s own version of the “perfect” fighter or tool. And in the dark age before the newer reform the Academy's across the world took hold. Each their dark secrets, one of which Shivani was the only remaining survivor of. But the woman’s lack of recognition show it, that the Doll was very much still the secret a world would like to forget.

It was also the evidence of the woman’s lack of focus.

Her concern for her sibling blinding her to the danger of turning her back on the monster behind.

So.

Like the Doll she was... clay to be mold. Shivani traded her empty expression.. Her soundless impression to be heard, and changed herself. She trotted after the blonde, a full sounded chuckle on her throat, a genuine smile on her lips, a playful look, and the Doll would become a normal young business woman. And she sounded, just enough, of a familiar ring to give herself presence into the world around them. Not enough for the other to doubt the sound, but enough for it to be a “professional curitiousy”.

“ Forgive me, if I have offended you, Clearwater-san. I had been up early reading your background on our WWR system. I was curious of your reputation is all. It was only a sign of respect I assure you!” Chatty, but not overly so, a more open personality then the closed box of an empty shell. She smiled at the woman. “ I was sent to assist you since this is your first time in Japan and your trip has quite the sense of urgency. One of our other agents is currently with you brother as we speak. I will take you to him and to the Academy. Here those must be heavy and you had such a long flight. Allow me.”


Craftly she slipped her hands into on of the bags before the blond had time to react, taking it from her with a helpful smile.

“ I have a car out found, Clearwater-san. Please come with me.”

tagged: Sadist notes: ANd so the truth in the DOLL

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[Sadist]

You want control

I disapprove

Notes: P*ssy Amber is p*ssy. Tags: yuri Links: SONG OUTFIT

The change in the other woman may have gone unnoticed if Amber were her traveling status: civilian. As it was, she slowed her step. It was too much change, from emotionless creep to Chatty Cathy. She needed to see the little chameleon's eyes, so she turned as the shorter woman spoke. No change in the eyes, but the personality shift wasn't superficial enough to indicate a background in acting. That's when it clicked in her mind, the familiarity she'd felt on her initial assessment. It had just been a rumor, something W.O.L.F.E. had dismissed as yet another conspiracy theory. Yet, here was the proof, maybe, that the dismissal had been premature. "Look, Barbie, drop the act. I don't feel like exchanging pleasantries with a smiling face right now. Honestly, I'd love to be allowed to kick your *ss, but I've been told that I might lose my job if I don't play nice with you lot. So, here's the deal." She smiled as she took her bag back from the other woman, letting the shifty little thing carry her brother's things. "You don't d*ck me around, and I'll play nice. Break that truce, you might find out why they call me the Black Widow when I'm on assignment. Deal?" Oh, her tone was polite enough, but Amber was a hair's breadth away from screaming in frustration. She didn't want to have to deal with any of the damned local Hounds. She would much rather check in with her brother, make sure he was safe, and be on the next flight home. Adding Moons to the mix was sure to extend her stay in Japan. She just didn't know how long she'd be forced to endure their scrutiny before being allowed to leave again. "Now, why don't you lead the way to that car of yours?" The ride would, at least, give her time to dig out her security blanket--a hunting knife Jordan had bought for her birthday last year. She didn't need a permit to carry that. She just couldn't carry it on the plane.

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[Zeal]

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