formless | open rp post 2017

Ah...I suppose I am that small--

[Nice broad shoulders, Lancer. MEANWHILE, SHE KNOWS. THERE IS A BIT OF A DILEMMA.]

Hngh--!

[THINK.] You...don't have to look for my clothes! I will!

[...] Just turn on the water for me, and bring my towels when I am done, please? They're hanging just by the hooks over on that wall. [She gestures over, sitting up suddenly, except she winces and holds the edge of the tub.] I'm beginning to feel better, really. After that, I'll give you the tour and set you up your room.

Well. Alright. I'll be here if you need me, Master-

[ He reaches over and cranks the water on, trying to set it to something vaguely comfortable before he ducks out of the bathroom. He's going to explore the house on his own, of course.

Don't hold it against him, Viet. ]

[And so she bathes. She's making a quick recovery, though with her heart pierced, her chest stings horribly all the time.

As for her place? Cu will find it's tidy and well kept. There's nothing too weird around, but if he accidentally finds her secret weapons room with her firearms, then...pretend it's not there.

But it's a place he can relax, for sure. Aside from the blood on the floor.

Soon, he'll find Vietnam walking out, slow and while still a struggle, she's upright. Wearing only a sleeveless top and her shorts, she has her flowing out and a towel dabbing at it to dry.]

Cu Chulainn?

[Where is that man?!]

[ Man, this place is pretty sweet, all things considered. Luxurious, almost. He's been poking around and just trying to find something to do while he half listens to the rush of running water somewhere else in the house. Weird to think about an immortal master. But here he is, apparently about to help her win a war.

Weird.

Then her voice echoes down a hallway. ]

Yo, master!

[ He actually reappears next to her after a moment. Yay, servant abilities. ]

[How would it even work, having an immortal master! Looks like they could have an unfair advantage, but suppose it's all about making sure he survives too. And as Vietnam would have it, anyone who is bound to her or under her care? She would ensure they survive.

Either way, she jumps when she hears his voice, right next to her, when she swore he wasn't there before.]

Goodness! You startled me for a second there. [Was that part of his magic? Either way, her eyes brighten up when she sees him.] Were you looking around? I would like to show you around me, since...I guess this is your home now too. [She's not sure if she would get used to him calling her master, though.]

Oh! I think I have some spare clothes around your size here. Some of my brothers, they're this tall... [She goes on her tip toes and raises an arm.] Would you like to clean up and get comfortable as well?

Nah, it's fine. I don't really need clothes.

[ He shrugs. Gosh, she really is new to this, isn't she? How is he supposed to explain everything? Or get it across to her? ]

I'm a heroic spirit. My appearance is malleable. So don't worry yourself over something like that. I'll manage.

[Magic of such really doesn't exist in her world. Or at least, to her knowledge. Seems like he's the Master at this, despite him calling her so.

She tilts her head, because...well, he felt real the whole time.]

You're rather low maintenance. [JOKES.] Is there anything you do need from me? I do not believe that our partnership would just be you serving me, no? And even so...I want to be able to do something for you.

Well... I need mana, honestly. That's what allows me to fight and keeps me here in the first place. You don't naturally let off a lot of it, though, so...

[ He shrugs. ]

It's a little strange. I'm not as powerful as I could be.

[That's right, she's not exactly the mage he wanted. No mana, the reason she summoned him was purely by accident.

So the master would also need to empower the servant, so it seems.]

I apologise...a-ah, how do I get mana to give you? You need to be powerful, no? Then is there anything I can do?

Well, if your magic circuits won't do the trick, there's direct mana transfer. But... it's kinda tricky, you know?

[ He shrugs. Well, this is going to be an interesting explanation. ]

So no deep meditation to opening my magic circuits. [Someone watches too many kungfu dramas. Don't look at her.

Either way, she looks very determined.]

Even if it's tricky, one would never know unless they try. Tell me how to transfer mana directly with you.

[Welp.]

It's usually through some kind of body fluid. Like... blood, for example.

[ He flashes a smile that shows off his fangs. ]

Or other ways. Like sex.

[ Wait for it. ]

[HIS GAE BOLG GOT PLENTY OF HER BLOOD JUST THEN. JUST SAYING.

But give her a minute, she heard that last part. Her body is already reacting before her mind is, because she's beginning to blush, but she's still speechless from disbelief.

Deeeeeeep inhale--]

Did I hear correctly? Did you say...s...se...

[SAY IT YOU FOOL.]

Sex...?

Well, yeah.

[ He's still grinning like a mad-man. He's enjoying her confusion and consternation and watching the lightbulb flicker on over her head is fantastic. ]

It's the closest you can get. At least without drinking blood or something.

[WHY DOES HE LOOK SO SMUG. And that same mental lightbulb definitely is shining upon him now, because his body is now drawing all the attention. And she can't look away.

She had thought it before, but seeing that she doesn't think about desire first in general: Cu Chulainn is horribly attractive. Not just handsome, he's exuding so much charm and confidence that he's sexually desirable too.

Which makes it worse because now she's thinking about it.]

I mean, my blood replenishes. [Stop looking at his chest oh my god. She moves her eyes up to his face immediately.] It sounds so intimate, is this something you're even okay with?

[ Lancer leans over her with that smile of his, one arm stretching out so he can rest his hand (and weight) against the wall while he talks to her. Every movement seems simultaneously casual and horribly deliberate. ]

Why wouldn't I be? My master is a beautiful woman.

[ HEH. ]

How much do you know about my legend, master?

[She's easily watching him lounging, as her eyes follow the lines of his body as he leans against that wall. Now she can just look at strong arms, how his muscles are much too obvious in his jump suit. Goodness.

She honestly can't look around, even though she starts to push her hair back to try to distract herself. And it's failing.]

Surely you jest. [How would she know if he's telling the truth if she has zero confidence in herself! Sure, she is a beauty, but she doesn't have any of his confidence.

But in order to try to take control of the situation, she leans against the wall and crosses her arms, trying not to look at all like she's affected.]

You may have to tell me in detail, Cu Chulainn. I enjoy history lessons.

[Famous Last Words.]

Trust me, master, I'm not joking. It's just how it is! I don't make up these rules - that's the state of the world! Take it up with God!

[ He seems far too amused by her own reaction to follow up with much else. If this is how she acts? It's going to be... interesting. ]

They had to send me away because they were worried I was going to steal all of their women. That's all.

[ And he... sort of did? ]

[Her eye twitches because...well if he's telling the truth, this will be the only way.]

I have a feeling God isn't the one who made this Holy Grail War, but some other strange...well, I don't know. Very well. I can deal with you if I find out that you are lying to me.

[She growls at first, because she's too embarrassed by this whole situation to do otherwise. It's a bit different to her fretting over him, or even standing up to him, but her eyes widen at his words.]

You did, didn't you? [She may find this whole thing rather embarrassing, but...somehow his confidence in this matter entertains her. Just a little. She pushes up from the wall and takes his jaw into her hand.] Stole all the women.

[She tilts her head, looking curiously at him.] But here, I am the master.

[Just as much as she is that shy and humble girl, cares and pampers those she likes, there was also that other part of her that innately likes to overpower.

Still, she lets go.] Or so you say.

Well, someone made the Grail and it's some sort of divine, magic artifact. So probably God.

[ He shrugs those broad shoulders of his. Where it came from is immaterial. What's important is the power that it holds and the power that it will provide to the people who in it. However, those thoughts get cut a bit short when Viet reaches up and snags his jaw with a slender, delicate hand. For a moment he's just shocked and then he starts to smile. ]

You are the master. And what are you going to do? What does that mean? Are you going to command me?

[ He's egging her on. Just a little. ]

But is God real? Either way, whatever it is, it seems to have a power far greater than what I know of this world. And I can feel the world.

[Actually, God has come down to pick on countries before, but...she never saw him! SO MAYBE NOT. But as it is, it doesn't matter: they're in this mess now. And it looks like, together too.

Also, seems like she walked right into that one, but somehow his smile, his challenge, she can't back down.]

Mmm...[She tilts her head the other way, to give him a better look, smooth her hands over his shoulders. There's nothing to straighten, she's, very obviously, touching him.]

I don't want to waste my command seals, remember? [She leans in, on her toes, so her voice is a little softer for him to only hear. Even though they're the only ones here.]

So firstly, would you be willing to obey?

[ Lancer allows her to touch him. He allows her to assert herself. It pleases him. It makes him admire her more. He can't really object, after all. He enjoys strong-willed women and she seems to fit the bill - at least for now. ]

Of course, master. Whatever your command is, I'll follow.

[ His teeth glint as his lips spread in a grin. It's almost (no, it is) predatory. ]

[Just the briefest moment, her eyes glint, sparkle, from the words "I'll follow". She thinks she has worked out what he is, if not for the way his teeth bare at her in the most entertained of looks. A beast who will allow himself to be chained if he finds it fitting. But will he bite her hand? He did say he would kill her if she was unworthy.

A beast who will listen to her, but also keep her on her toes. She can't say she doesn't like it. And because of it, she's showing him too much of herself that she doesn't show many others.]

Very well. [Her hands slide over his shoulders, just down his back, as she pulls herself closer, arches her body to fit against his. Her lips press to the curve of his neck, so when she speaks, he will feel that vibration.]

Then remember this clearly. I do not do this for just anyone, so consider it a blessing. Hero of Ireland, you are now mine, and so long as you obey...then I am yours. [Perhaps she was more attracted to him than she thought, but Vietnam has always been this type: to give it her all, her entirety, if she had to. And he needed it.]

[ This is getting interesting. The way she moves against him, the way she pushes closer, it's all... good. It all makes his eyes narrow, lips spread in a ferocious little grin as she speaks. ]

I guess we belong to one another, then. Master.

[ He laughs, a low, dangerous sound, and wraps an arm around her, pulling her close and molding her against his front. He won't complain. Can't complain. She's proving herself more than capable of being his master - at least for now. ]

Speak and I'll obey.

[This boy really does roll with it, doesn't he? Her cheeks colour slightly, not that he could see with her head nestled as it is. And his form, it's comfortable, it's...he molds her so easily.]

We do. Despite everything, how weird it is...I think I do feel something with you being here. [Not that she could figure it out yet, but that it is foreign. Not unwelcome.

Not when he draws her in like this, his laugh dangerously inviting, and she can't help but feed into it.]

I should be commanding you to stop. [But she's the one doing it?!] I am sure you are full of mana, having just arrived. But if you wish tell me how best it is to replenish you, I could allow it. [She pulls back slightly, a gentle curve only so she can look at him directly.]

Perhaps something a little softer. Not just because I lack the experience, which I apologise for.

[And she takes his other hand, clasping it with her own before she leads it up her body to her chest, so that he can trace over the curve of her breast through the fabric of her shirt, over the wound that he left on her that has now dried up.

Too bold? She feels that, for sure. But also the challenge drives her even more than that.]

The scars left from you of claiming my heart still show.

[And then she laughs gently.] Alternatively, I could also command you to make me dinner. [She's kidding.]

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