Pico:take shifts? i dont know it could get risky….
DemonicPico:personally i like the idea it be nice to get out of here once in a while even though their is plenty space to move around*the 2 counterparts look at Bio for the final vote*
BioPico:i..i vote that we should do it
DemonicPico:good now thats settled id say its my turn.
Pico:why you?! its my body!
Mia:…Pico
Pico:fine..cya tommorow*kisses Mia which woke both them up and Mia could see demonics red eyes*
DemonicPico:*grins*hello…ladies
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Mia: Remember the body belongs to all 3 of you and here's how we're going to solve our little "romp issue" on who gets to do what. all 3 of you will decide on who you want of the 3 of us one Pico per lady. Its a simple matter of taking turns, Pico let your other half have his turn, if he goes aginst this rule or any of you do till we can find a better soultion. Understand?
Pico:(yes ma,am)
demonicpico:its actually nice to be able to talk to you outside of my head Mia*smiles less evily* oh and Jasmine?
Jasmine:y-yes?
DP:Bio has the biggest crush on you personally i dont see why it must be a machine thing*looks at Nene*and you..*Nene gulps*you…intreague me….
Nene:(get a hold of yourself Nene, he's still Pico… and I bet he's just like him in some ways)*smiles*Well your not so bad yourself, dark, mysterious,*rubs up aginst him* I bet you even know all of Pico's fantasies about me, Mia, and Jasmine. but there's one question that I'm wondering…*sits in his lap and starts stroking under his chin, her tail strokes his arm* can you play with us just as well as you can talk to us?
Jasmine: an interesting question that needs to be answered*crawls to his side and hugs him*
Mia:you know I've been wondering that myself *goes to the other side and nuzzles DPwhere Nene was playing with him*
Nene: well what do you say, DP? up for some fun?*smiles*
DP:*grins in a playful manner* why of course..*the 4 of them had their fun all through the night till sleep have finally hit them that is except for Nene who cant stop thinking about this side of Pico she looks at him carefully smiles and kisses him on the nose before sleeping on top of him*
Nene:mmm…(wow does he feel nice I wonder if how long he's going to stay…)*cuddles Pico unsure which one he is*
Jasmine:hmm…(that was an interesting night so far we got to experience so far we've seen 2 of the 3 come forth…I wonder what the third is like)*gets up and lets Nene fall into her spot*( I best go and cook for everyone.)
*in his head*DP:…are you sure?
Pico:yep Bio and i figured since last night wasnt technically 24hours it dosnt count
DP:well alright then…*wakes up and sees Nene cuddleing up to him in her sleep so he wrapped his arms around her and kiss her on the cheek*(its odd how much affection i feel towards this one)
Nene:*stirs in her sleep but then finally wakes up* good morning…*looks into his eyes*..DP*she leans foward and start to kiss him*(why do i feel so atracted towards this version of Pico?)*she then starts to cuddle him which made the deamon smile*
OBJECTION:i have to visit my dad so i wont be able to write for a few days so bye till then-Picosux224
*that's cool see you when you get back*
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*for several hours the day played out normaly among the four*
Mia: so DP, what's all onj todays agenda?
*elsewhere*
SB:*patroling the halls* well, this is a fine day, still havnet found a solution to Anita's problem except time, this is a pain, but then again good things can come to those who wait…*continues to wander around*
Jasmine:*hops on Pico* well, afternoon Master how are you doing?
*elsewhere*
SB: So Doc, how is everything?
Doc:mm, alright I suppose…
SB: someting troubling you?
Doc:*sigh* its complicated…
SB:(ah I see…)well then, if you need to, I'll be up in the office let me know if your up for a drinking game.
Doc:…will do…*watches him leave*
BioPico:i-im fine thank you
Jasmine:*stares at Pico studying his odd behavour and realised who it is by looking at his now yellow eyes she then smiles innocently at him*good.*hugs Bio causeing him to blush*
Bio:(keep it together you can do this)so uh Jasmine you wanna do somthing later? i-i mean you dont have to if you dont want to…
Jasmine:*kisses Bio on the lips*id love to
Bio:well their is this 1 i think you would like*1 teleportation later*(thank goodness Pico can teleport) *they both walked up to a nice little place called the Jazzy plaza*
*they both got their table and sat down*
Jasmine:*smiles in her gentle manner*how did you get a reservation at a classy looking place like this so quickly?
Bio:*pulls on tie nervously*well..heh you see Pico actually met and saved the owner a little while back…actually if i remember correctly he saved his daughter.
Jasmine:is that so?…*she suddenly hears jazz music playing in the background*
Rhiannon: *sits on the edge of one of the towers of DN’s castle gazing out at the horizon yet seeing nothing.* “he’s gone. He never even said goodbye”
Charon: *stands silently near Rhiannon, his hood puled tight against the wind.* “he’s not himself anymore. He is someone, something different.”
Rhiannon: “no” *she says, not looking behind her* “he is himself, and that’s why it hurts. He is more himself than he’s been in millennium and I refused to see it.” *she says nothing for a long while and only listens to the wind.* “it’s those damn stories of his. He invented so many tales, so many stories that he’s lost in them. He thinks that this,” *she dashes her hand at the sky* “ that I am nothing! That this whole world is fake.”
Charon: *bows his head stoically, his expression unreadable.* “I don’t think that he is who he used to be and I do not care for who he has become. Even if he were to believes that this world was a lie, isn’t it a lie worth living for?”
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A dark figure walks toward Zot, his stride even and gaze steady. Small red glasses perch on his thin nose and he sighs.
????: “let’s hope that they’re right about second chances."
*after the dinner Pico and Jasmine decided to walk to zot Bio was to tired so he let Pico in control*
Jasmine:*sighs as she holds onto Picos arm* that was so romantic.
Pico:*laughs* i didnt know he had it in him.
Jasmine:this is for both of you*pecks his cheek which causes Pico to grin* now come on its dark
THE NEXT DAY
Pico:*Pico strolls through the zots coridoors feeling bored*(god damnit nothing exciteing has happened in months…what should i do?…)
- In one of the many company living rooms, a stony clack can be heard, followed by the mute impact of a small, heavy object on a hard surface. A short sigh and the unmistakably unsatisfied sound of the thick end of a pool cue hitting the carpeted ground. The Hard Rock music playing in the background all the time only just now draws attention by the sudden lack of it. -
Claire: *puts the hifi remote down and sighs again* Eleven hits. I'm a champ against myself. *looks around in the empty room* Looks like that makes me the winner of Claire's Great Zot Pool Tournament by default again. *she cringes her fist, pressing the next words through her closed teeth* What was I thinking? Resurrection, my ass! I'm a fuckin' day walker, nothin' more! *throwing the cue away out of frustration, she stands in place for a few seconds, not knowing what to do with herself* Ah, what the hell, at least I get to listen to what I want. *turns the music back on and increases volume, switching from Hard to Punk Rock*
Presently, the door to the break room is pushed open and a stoic Mobian enters. a tall canine with faded red fur and drooping whiskers. his hair is pulled back into a short pony-tail and grey raggedly at the tips. his chest, the tips of his tail, and the tips of his large ears have also turned almost as if his hair has fur has decided to grey in reverse. he wears loose cargo pants in a military shade of green, comfortable leather shoes and a pair of white gloves. his deep blue eyes seem to capture the weight of age, as well as pain and insurmountable determination. in his hand he carries a pool case.
Rust: "not my first choice for pool music there Miss, but I'm not the first one here either." *sets his pool case down on one of the tables and unzips it.* "Rust's my name and Bittersweet's yours unless I'm mistaken. now, are you up for one more game or do you want to sit there and brood all day." *he constructs his pool cue, and chalks it as if waiting for an answer. after a moment, he shrugs to himself and adds in what might be his form of apology.* "either one's fine enough and I'm in no boat to judge anyone one way or the other. Regardless I'd rather play pool than dwell of what ifs."
SB:*checking his security* status update.
Zack: Well, nothing yet sir. I-
SB: keep looking. Anything odd that runs around here needs to be brought to me at once.
Zack: sir, are you sure frank saw something?
SB:of course I'm sure his troop clamied to see someone on patrol and we have the recording downloaded from Frank's view, a glimpse of it sure, but its still something. Now I'm a nice fellow and I don't mind a visit or even a fellow asking for an application, hell I don't mind even if someone's coming to fight me one on one, however I don't need any shady "bull" right now. Last time we had that everyhing went to hell. Literaly. So, please have your men double check every perimiter, and if you do run into the figure, please contact me at once, so I may deal wih it.
Zack: alright will do. wait what if it's…you know, one of your friends?
SB: Oh please DN has his own problems from what I hear, Snow and Val are on extended vaction, and Ink…well he's in his own world living in the heavens with Torvek likely debating wether or not our beings are made up and completely ficticous, and avoiding the harassment from th"Gods of the Divine Peanut Gallery". Remember, don't attack whatever it is unless it tries something and threatens one of you.
Zack: understood. over and out.*click*
SB:*sigh* its times like these I wished things were a secret again. between figuring out how to free Claire's soul fully, helping Anita live like a kid, all the nations problems, and to top it off my midnight fighting game addiction I might slowly becoming stressed, …again…you know its times like these I'm glad we have a Rec center in our company living rooms. *Walks down the hall and smiles* its funny last time I was in one was when I was with Snow trying to understand !!!! and got so drunk I couldn't take a sober shot. I did have it remodeled a few months back…and have been wanting to see how the're enjoying the place. perhaps I can see how it looks.*walks down the hall and hears faint singing*odd if I didn't know any better I'd say that's…*walks down a bit more and sees Pico on the wall* yup. *places his hand on Pico's shoulder* hey there bud, whatcha listening to?
Claire: *without that she would notice a thing, Claire's eyes turn purple within a few seconds; red and violet swirls dive up from deep within the irises and begin a hypnotic dance around her pupils* (Okay, what grave did these old bones escape from?) *she ponders for a minute* Yanno, Bittersweet actually sounds quite nice. Fitting, if I think about it. But the dead ain't supposed to have names. *she takes the cue ball from the table set and puts it in front of her and rolls another one from the neighbour table to Rust* Far as I know or give a fuck, there's nothing sayin' they ain't supposed to enjoy a game with someone else though. *she looks over to where her cue landed and then to Rust's cue* Yeah… D'ya have another one of these so we can lag?
Rust: *bends over, picks up Claire’s previous stick and inspects it. With a small nod to himself he wipes it down and puts fresh chalk on it.* “This’ll do fine. It’s like it’s hardly been used before you came along.” *he hands the cue to Claire and produces a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket. After selecting one from the half-dozen remaining he puts the pack neutrally on the side of the pool table in a way that could be sharing.* “do you require anything else Bittersweet, or shall we get the ball rolling?”
-At Zot’s Gate-
The dark figure reaches Zot’s gate. Up close, he can be seen to wear a black leather trench coat with silver buckles. His face is thin, his short brown hair unruly, and his eyes an ominous shade of green, like a storm on the ocean. Calmly, he waits for the guards to notice him.
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To be fair, I thought you meant one post every four hours per person. If you didn’t, than that amounts to 6 posts a day maximum with four people. Essentially one post a day. I know that I’m not the most active writer here, and the pace needs to be somewhat slowed, but that’s just ridiculous. May I propose instead that you must wait for at least two people to post after your own post? I don’t mean to make things more complicated than it needs to be, but I think that would slow it sufficiently while allowing some flexibility.
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